#ruby's harem au

[everyones-berry]

Ruby and her harem that she doesn't know how to handle

[rwac96]

Ask Crossover

I am property of (blank)

Jaune but he has many names which he knows to well.

Jaune: *blushing* "Oh, Gods!" *covers his face* "This is too embarrassing."

Ruby: "Jaune, buddy, Vomit Boy, it can't be that bad." *she lifts up his hoodie* "Oh..."

*Jaune's abdomen has the words 'I AM THE PROPERTY OF' and underneath it is a list of names*

Ruby: *squints* "Pyrrha, Bleiss, Neon, Neo, Velvet--Huh? YANG?!"

Jaune: *blush becomes redder* "I'm sorry! I am so sorry!!"

Ruby: "Oh, my Gods." *reads another name* "Hold on...'Willow'? WEISS' MOM!?"

--ELSEWHERE--

Weiss: *spits out her coffee* "Ugh!"

Winter: *unamused* "Do you have to spit like a savage?"

Weiss: "Sorry, Winter, I just had a disturbing thought enter my mind."

[littlelewdmable]

Unlimited Harems AU: Team SRAW Part 2

Summer: *Walks into the inn room they're using for the night*

Summer: Bad news, none of my old contacts, that believe it's me, can help.

Weiss: So we'll have to go with a drastic option.

Jaune: It's going to be interesting to see my parents after so long. I wonder what they're going to say.

Ruby: I'm sure they'll welcome you back, Jaune.

Jaune: Them welcoming me back isn't what I'm worried about, it's if they're ever going to let me go again.

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This time you'll be voting for a random encounter while SRAW are walking to Domremy.

Sometimes you'll know what the encounter options are, sometimes you don't. That's the fun of it.

The encounters can either be random enemies, the start of a subplot, advancing a romance plot, some sexy time, etc.

usually you'll have six options, but this time we'll do four.

[e-on-edge]

The Dream Queen (poly AU)

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

⚠️ 18+ MDNI ⚠️

Tags: Group sex, rough sex, anal play, oral, bdsm, gang-bang (let me know if it needs more).

Golly guys I really got carried away with this AU. I haven’t slept a wink, been writing and editing since 1am. In fact I think I’m obsessed? I have many plans. I've been delerious for about three hours so if something looks crazy I’ll fix it later lol.

I made this a 5:1 dynamic with the intention of paring the LI’s in intimate scenes in future fics for this AU.

Oh also its about 5000 words I think

It was deliciously forbidden.

The thought gripped you and wouldn’t let go: all five of them, in the Dream, with you. Knowing the rules. Knowing the risks. None of it mattered. Once your mind was made up, there was no stopping you. After all, you were The Queen.

The Dream State was designed for one-on-one communion—a deeply erotic piercing of the veil that allowed glimpses of the future under each Pink Moon. Tradition demanded only one lover could join you upon the altar. But it was that time of month, and your thoughts ran wild and ravenous. For every minute spent ticking items off your royal to-do list, there was another where you squirmed, wet and restless in your stockings, or fell back into your throne, flushed and flustered.

It didn’t help that your harem of lovers was intricately involved in your day-to-day affairs.

Xavier, Warden of the Crown, an angelic figure of ethereal grace and glittering steel who kept you safe from the world beyond the tip of his sword.

Rafayel, your Royal Attendant, always within reach, whether with a comb or rouge for your cheeks, his beauty soft and ethereal like morning mist.

Zayne, the Court Physician, with scarred, skilled hands that knew your body better than his own.

Sylus, Master of Shadows, his ruby gaze ever watching, listening for threats that the Court couldn’t see.

And lastly, Caleb, your Hand, your oldest confidant—devoted, obedient, and fiercely yours.

All day, they had waited patiently for your choice. But sitting there, atop your throne, watching them move through shafts of light and crystal, it occurred to you: You didn’t want to choose. You wanted them all.

Rising from the throne demanded silence from the Court. Every pair of eyes fixed on you, but five more, intent and burning, stood apart from the rest.

You smiled, devious and decisive, then said nothing. Turning, you disappeared down the ceremonial hall.

The Anointing Chamber greeted you with a rush of heat—a gust of steam and smoke. The air thick with incense, mingling rosewater and florals, tinged by the scent of burning candles.

Rafayel descended into the pool to wait for you, the yards of his tunic trailing behind him like a tail.

Attendants circled you, expertly stripping away your royal garments, layer by layer, until you were naked in your own pool of silk and chiffon.

You stepped into the water with purpose, and Rafayel glided beside you, his movements fluid. He held an open bottle in his palm, offering it to you with reverence.

“Trillium, vanilla, and amber,” he murmured, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “A new blend—made only for you, my Queen.”

He warmed the oil between his hands, then slid his artisans fingers from the nape of your neck to the crown of your scalp, working the oil through your hair with practiced, soothing strokes.

You let your body fall back into the cradle of his chest as he bathed you, his fingers trailing over every inch of your skin. You closed your eyes, sinking into the worshipful touch. His hands lingered, gently caressing your breasts, thumbing your nipples in a brief moment of distraction before returning to his duties. The sensation sent sparks down your spine, but you had to stay focused—there would be time for bliss soon enough.

Rafayel lowered you beneath the water like an offering, his hand cradling your neck as the pool’s warmth lapped at your lashes. His fingers smoothed your floating hair until you emerged from the depths, sparkling and renewed.

You exited the pool with Rafayel at your side, allowing your maids to dry you off as he selected your ceremonial attire from a carefully arranged display. With the help of attendants, he draped you in strands of rose-quartz and pearls, diamonds and rubies, sapphires—anything worthy of your decadence, in his eyes. Each gem was placed with care, not to conceal but to accentuate your nudity. You were not to be hidden. You were to be worshipped.

Soft pink petals scattered beneath your feet as you strode toward the corridor where your other lovers waited.

They stood in a line, eyes fixed on you—each one holding his breath as you approached. You moved toward them, each man dropping to one knee as you came closer. Their gazes burned with intent, expectation. And as you stood before them, poised and regal, you allowed the silence to stretch—letting it sink into their very bones.

“Highness, the rite demands a singular bond. Who do you choose to accompany you?” Xavier’s voice was clear and formal, though edged with uncertainty. Like the others, he was stunned by your silence earlier—and he feared it meant you’d chosen solitude. That they’d displeased you.

You smiled slowly, deliberately, tapping each of their shoulders in turn. “I choose… not to choose.”

Confusion flickered between the five of them as they exchanged glances. You laughed softly, reveling in their stunned expressions. “You’ll all enter at my side. Six hearts. Six bodies. One Dream.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Zayne inhaled sharply. Sylus cocked his head, unreadable. Rafayel looked awestruck, lips parted in disbelief. Caleb simply nodded, though a tremor betrayed itself in the tight line of his shoulders.

“You break sacred law with that command,” Xavier said at last, his voice low and reverent, cheeks blooming with the faintest flush. “But we’ll follow you anywhere, my Queen.”

They nodded in unison, not one of them daring to oppose you. You hadn’t expected resistance—not really. They were yours. Devoted. Helplessly so.

Caleb stepped to your side, his hand brushing along your arm with a tickling touch.

“If this is your will, we won’t question it,” he murmured. His fingers flexed, lingered, then left your skin tingling as he turned toward the servants. “Let the ceremony begin.” At his command, the drums began—deep and resonant, like an echo of your pounding heartbeat. Their rhythm pulsed through the temple as you led the procession toward the towering double doors of the Dream Chamber. You kept your face composed, serene, but inside your chest your heart fluttered like wings caught in silk.

When the doors shut behind you, the sound of drums faded into a distant hum, replaced by stillness. Before you, stretched a clearing awash in starlight. The moonstone altar stood at its center, glowing pale and ghostly, encircled by pillars that held up nothing but endless sky. Spring’s sweetness drifted through the incense-heavy air.

The men moved behind you—some familiar with this sacred place, others seeing it anew. Candlelight danced across the marble, casting gold-veined shadows and warming the cool breath of the night.

You stepped forward with slow grace, conscious of the way your feet sank into the grass, the way jeweled strands chimed against your hips and breasts, the way the wind carried your scent through the chamber like a claim. This was your realm.

You climbed the altar and reclined into the carved hollow, designed for two.

“Only two may lie upon the altar,” Caleb murmured beside you, his voice husky—not with worry, but something far more primal.

“Then come close,” you replied, gesturing languidly. “There’s room for the rest of you nearby. Find it.”

A moment passed in silence before Xavier stepped forward. He laid his sword on the dais and began removing his armor. He settled beside your wrist, close enough for you to run your fingers through his hair as he relaxed, closing his eyes.

One by one, the others followed—finding places around the altar, each taking a position that felt both ritualistic and intimate. Rafayel leaned against a low stone step, Zayne rested with arms folded behind his head, Sylus remained half-shrouded in shadow, watching as always. But Caleb—ever bold—slid into the altar beside you, curling against your side like he belonged there. His lips brushed your forehead, his fingers laced with yours. His scent, his warmth—it grounded you. Soothed you. Your breath slowed. Your pulse did not.

The sky darkened above, stars bleeding into focus. A tremor pulsed through the moonstone beneath you, the altar coming alive with ancient magic. You arched slightly as your body reacted—tense, eager, slick with anticipation. The air thickened with desire, heavy as the incense that still hung on the wind. You could feel them. Their breath. Their restraint. Their aching need, each of them teetering on the edge of respect and ruin.

Then—the veil tore.

Reality shattered like glass. The altar dissolved into silken sheets, the world around you melting into something dreamlike, surreal. Ethereal.

The men shimmered into form around you, cloaked in nothing but desire.

Rafayel was the first to approach, fingers trembling as they traced the jeweled strands across your bare skin admiring the craftsmanship before daring to worship what laid beneath.

The bed under you expanded, made vast by the magic of the Dream—a silken expanse large enough for all five men to gather close without crowding.

Caleb’s calloused hands found your abdomen first, his touch steady, possessive. His breath warmed the shell of your ear.

“You’re trembling, my Queen,” he murmured. “Let me hold you steady.”

You melted into his strength, letting the warmth of his muscles cradle you like the arms of a storm, willing to be gentle—for now.

Rafayel’s hands slipped beneath your adornments next, framing your torso like he was measuring the proportions of a goddess. The others closed in, no hesitation in their movements. Every one of them reached for you with clear purpose.

Sylus caught your wrists and lifted them overhead, binding them with red silk—tight enough to hold. Rafayel followed suit at your feet, his ribbons matching like twin vows. Then a blindfold descended over your eyes.

You smiled. “Keeping me in the dark?” you teased. “I see.”

Their laughter echoed softly—low, warm, and hungry.

Something featherlight brushed your clit and your back arched instinctively, a gasp catching in your throat.

“Let me polish her,” Rafayel pleaded, his voice like velvet. His hands followed—warm oil coating your skin, his skilled fingers massaging it in slow, deliberate strokes from your ears to your toes. He didn’t just rub it in—he worked it into the very soul of you, layer by layer, like the final glaze on his most sacred art piece. By the time he finished, you were trembling, every nerve singing. A moan escaped—soft, needy, involuntary.

“Stop touching her like one of your sculptures,” Xavier cut in, his grip suddenly hard on your thigh.

Rafayel’s tone was lightly mocking. “What would you prefer, Warden?”

“She came here for more than worship,” Xavier muttered in reply.

You knew his presence here—his dominance. His discipline. It set your pulse racing.

“He’s right,” Zayne added coolly, two fingers pressing lightly against your throat. “Her heartbeat gives her away.”

You smiled behind the blindfold. They understood. Worship was constant - everywhere else. But here—in the Dream—there was room for chaos. For danger. For surrender.

Someone’s mouth captured yours with a heat that curled your toes. The taste gave him away—Caleb. Rich with spice and temptation. His tongue was a feast, and you devoured him like a woman starved.

You moaned against him, thighs clenching as slick gathered between. Two fingers parted you gently—curious, practiced—while another pair of hands pinned your legs open, patient and firm.

It began softly. Touches layered like whispers—exploratory, claiming. Hands roamed your body with reverence, brushing your sides, cupping your breasts, gripping your hips. One mouth sucked gently at a nipple. Another kissed your temple. Lips found your palms, your ankles, your ribs.

You lost track of them—whose touch belonged to whom. It no longer mattered.

Then something sharper—teeth—grazed your shoulder. Another set tugged too hard at your nipple, pulling a cry from your lips before you could silence it.

“Now, sweetie,” Sylus drawled, slow and teasing, “you can take much more than that.”

“We’ve barely begun,” Xavier added, his tone almost amused.

You could hear them shifting around you, repositioning, strategizing—planning your unraveling with care.

A hand found your throat—gentle at first, thumb brushing the sensitive skin. You responded instantly, your hips grinding up toward the unseen source. Strong hands met your motion—and then came a slap. Sharp. Perfectly placed.

“Ah—hnn!”

You hissed under your breath as another landed, the sting blooming outward in waves. The hand at your throat tightened—not cruelly, but with just enough force to fog the edges of your mind.

You were smiling.

Something firm, smooth, and unfamiliar entered you, coaxing a wriggle from your restrained body. There was no escape, only submission. Silk ropes began coiling around your torso, around your breasts—binding you with ceremonial precision until they looked ready to burst.

A mouth wrapped around one nipple, then the other. Heat. Tongue. Pressure. You whimpered as the sensations overwhelmed. Finally, someone kissed you—deep, slow, all-consuming. The kiss stole the last of your breath. When you parted, it left you dizzy.

You spoke the only command you’d give that night, voice hoarse and charged:

“Don’t hold back.”

Zayne’s breath found your ear, hot and hungry. “As you wish.”

Xavier’s hand remained clenched around your throat as he took his turn first, positioning himself between your spread thighs and letting a slow strand of spit fall from his lips onto your exposed, quivering cunt. He watched, fascinated, as your body twitched when it landed—cold against your feverish heat.

With one hand around his thick cock, he dragged the swollen head through your folds, slicking you further with his pre-cum—not that you needed the help. You were always soaked for him.

Looking down at you now—limbs restrained by rival lovers, body bound in silk and trembling—he was transfixed. The things he wanted to do to you went far beyond honor… beyond duty… far beyond dignity.

“You’re putting too much pressure on her carotid.” Zayne’s precise voice broke through the haze. Xavier’s brow furrowed.

“I tighten my grip, she gets wetter,” he muttered. “Are you arguing with my results?”

“No,” Zayne replied calmly, “only your technique.”

You writhed beneath them, moaning as Xavier rubbed his head against your entrance, teasing without mercy. His abs tightened, every twitch betraying how close he already was.

His grip on your throat loosened just enough for your head to lift.

Then Sylus pressed your head gently back to the pillows, his palm warm over your mouth.

“You fight like dogs over a feast,” he muttered darkly. “How about you feed her instead?”

Two long fingers slid past your lips, tracing your tongue, teasing your throat until you suckled around them instinctively—moaning, hungry.

“Good girl…” Sylus purred, watching your lips wrap around his knuckles.

That was all Xavier could take.

With a sharp snap of his hips, he thrust into you in one smooth, brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Your muffled moan vibrated against Sylus’s fingers, and Xavier’s groan echoed low and primal in his chest.

Restraint shattered. He moved with intention—each thrust a calculated act of dominance, deep and punishing, but never careless. The more you squirmed, the more you tensed around him, the more desperate he became to possess you entirely.

He bent over your bound form, fisting your hair in one hand as he crashed his mouth against yours—kissed you like a man starving, teeth grazing lips, tongue demanding compliance. He listened to your breathing, the short, rapid gasps. You were slipping.

Too far.

“That’s enough, Warden.” Zayne’s voice cut through the rhythm.

Xavier didn’t stop. Couldn’t. He was right there—right at the edge of flooding you, of being the first to mark you full.

“Let the good doctor intervene, X, before she blacks out,” Sylus added.

Xavier exhaled through clenched teeth, one final growl in his throat, before releasing your neck.

Zayne’s hand replaced his—not to choke, but to hold. Steady. Measured. His fingers traced the line of your jaw as he checked your pulse, his touch cool and clinical.

Xavier withdrew reluctantly, your pussy clenching around nothing, desperate and twitching until Zayne’s elegant cock took his place—stretching you wide, filling you with deliberate precision that seared you to your core.

“Relax,” the doctor murmured, voice calm. “You’re perfect.”

His hands and eyes roamed your body like a scholar handling a sacred text—mapping every curve, tracing each dimple, memorizing the way you trembled beneath him. Every twitch, every gasp, every moan was another data point, another mystery to decode.

He started slow, measured—then picked up speed, but never let you fall over the edge. Not fully. He hovered you there, dangling, getting off on your helplessness. He studied your responses the way a surgeon studies anatomy. The sharp inhale when he pinched your nipple. The arch of your spine, feral and possessed, when he slipped a finger up your ass mid-thrust. And through it all—he never once stopped fucking you.

He handled your hips like a precision instrument, adjusting your angle to take him deeper with each stroke. Your mouth hung open, tongue lolling, as ragged breaths rasped past his practiced grip at your throat.

Then Sylus appeared at your side, whistling low as he observed the scene.

“Let me in before her legs lock up,” the spymaster said, voice dry as aged wine. He crouched beside you, running his fingers down your slick inner thigh with ravenous delicacy. “I like my toys pliant, not paralyzed.”

You whimpered—empty, desperate, trembling for release.

Sylus made a soft sound, but there was warning laced beneath it. “Don’t whine, sweetie,” he murmured, stroking the curve of your hip. “Not yet.”

He leaned over you, drinking you in with his eyes like a starving man before a banquet. Gods, you were perfection like this—bound, flushed, wrecked. Fucked half-senseless and still strung tight with need. A puddle of pleasure at his feet. His.

He grinned, fingers drifting lazily over your bellybutton, amused at the way you jolted under his touch.

“Look at you,” he mused, “begging without saying a word.”

He tugged at the ribbon around your wrists, tightening it with practiced flair until your fingers flexed. “Still snug. Good. You always squirm better like this.”

He grabbed your hound-bound ankles, pushing them inward until your thighs spread wide like wings, exposing the dripping center of you. A perfect cradle for his head.

He sank low and buried his mouth in your folds, tongue hot and greedy. You bucked against his face, sobbing out choked gasps as his teeth scraped where it burned the most. But he didn’t rush. No, Sylus savored you—pulling back just when your muscles began to clench, forcing your orgasm to wither in your gut. Again. And again. It drove you mad.

He was delighted.

You writhed helplessly as his fingers teased your entrance, his tongue darting and dragging, keeping you on the edge until your nerves were aflame. Just when you thought you might slip into madness, he conjured one of his favorite toys—a sleek little beast from back home—and pressed it hard against your clit.

The vibrations hit you like lightning.

You screamed, thighs spasming, body twitching involuntarily as the stimulation overwhelmed you. The toy didn’t waver. Sylus watched, fascinated, as tears slipped past your blindfold and your slick coated his chin.

“You’re drenched,” he murmured, almost sweet. His thumb stroked your cheek in mock affection.“Whose name were you trying not to scream?” He didn’t wait for your answer. One finger pushed inside, curling with surgical precision. “Bet it was mine.”

The others were gathering now—drawn to the center of your unraveling.

Xavier’s grip sank deep into your thigh.

Zayne’s fingers ghosted across your breast.

Caleb pressed his lips reverently to your shoulder.

And Sylus devoured you like the finest wine—nose buried, tongue relentless, drinking everything you gave. The others watched. Some stroked themselves. Some only stared. But all of them wanted more.

When he finally thrust inside, it was with devastating control—each stroke painting your nerves with heat and pressure. You clenched around him, body overwhelmed, arching in time with his rhythm.

“You don’t fall apart until I say so,” he whispered against your temple, curling an arm beneath your back to draw you tighter. Deeper. “You’re close, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

You nodded, blindfold damp with unshed tears.

He kissed your jaw. “Good,” he purred.

The men’s chorus—gruff moans, breathy praise, low curses of reverence—faded into a hypnotic rhythm behind your whimpers. They traded places each time you came close to breaking. Just when the tight band in your belly threatened to snap, someone would retreat, leaving you panting and twitching. Fingers and tongues soothed you only enough to keep you pliant—until the next man drove you right back to the edge.

Sylus took his time. Always did. He weaponized denial, drawing it out until your body trembled with need, ruined more by absence than action. Xavier, ever the Warden, liked control. Dominance. He staked his claim with brutal purpose, finally sliding into your ass with a low growl as Zayne kept you bouncing on his cock beneath—two perfectly synchronized rhythms tearing you apart from both ends.

Caleb had been hesitant at first—caught between jealousy and that sick, hungry awe he couldn’t tear away from. Watching you get undone again and again lit something in him. Finally, he found his place—his cock dribbling at the tip as he guided it to your lips. You opened with a welcoming moan, warmth and obedience making him shudder as he slid in across your tongue.

You smiled around him. You liked this.

They passed you between them like a sacred thing. A worshipped, well-used doll—supported here, bent there, held up or flipped over. The restraints came off only when they trusted your body could no longer resist them. And it couldn’t. You were nothing but instinct and sensation now, boneless with pleasure, driven by their voices.

“Beg louder.”

“So responsive.”

“Can’t even think straight, can you?”

“Even your cries are a symphony.”

“G-good… girl.”

Then—finally—your body began to fray. Every nerve burned. Every breath hitched in your throat. You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t beg. Couldn’t stop it.

When Rafayel’s mouth found your core again, reverent and unrelenting, something inside you shattered.

“Ahh gods!” You cried out.

Caleb cradled your face with trembling fingers, guiding his cock back between your lips with a broken groan. Xavier’s hands left bruises on your ass as he spread you wide, holding you open for Rafayel’s final assault. His tongue was merciless.

The orgasm hit like a tidal wave snapping free from a dam—violent, devastating, unstoppable.

Rafayel whimpered as he came, his mouth still moving even as his climax spilled warm beneath your hips. You screamed around Caleb’s cock, eyes rolling behind the blindfold, every muscle locking. Your back arched hard enough to hurt. Your legs refused to move. Your whole world dissolved into blinding, hot-white pleasure.

Caleb moaned as he spilled down your throat, your lips fluttering weakly around him as you swallowed what you could—though more still leaked from the corners of your mouth

Sylus and Xavier followed almost in tandem, gritting through their release, cocks painting your chest in thick, warm ropes as their soft groans mingled in the heat of the dream.

Zayne replaced Rafayel between your legs, his final thrusts careful but deep—one hand on your hip, the other stroking your clit as he finished with a hiss, filling you to the brim.

Silence followed the crescendo of ecstasy —heavy, holy.

Your body went limp in their arms, used, adored, claimed. You floated now, weightless and slack, wrapped in the heat of their limbs as they coiled around you like a living shrine. Fingers smoothed over your skin—gentle now, grounding. Touches meant to soothe, not take. No one spoke. Breath was the only sound. Yours, shaky. Theirs, hushed.

Caleb moved first, slipping a hand beneath your knees, cradling your head to his shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, a vow made in breath and bone.

Rafayel curled up beside you, scattering kisses like flower petals across your flushed skin.

Sylus poured water from a flask into a carved crystal cup and brought it to your lips with surprising tenderness.

“Drink,” he said. “Goddesses don’t faint on their altars.”

Zayne hovered nearby, eyes sweeping your body—not with hunger now, but with clinical calculation.

“Muscle spasms might set in. Keep her warm.”

Xavier said nothing. He simply lay beside you, head bowed, one arm across your waist like a living shield.

No one moved. No one let go. Somewhere in the stillness, between the whispered reassurances and the lingering tremble in your thighs, the afterglow shifted into something deeper. Sanctuary.

Caleb’s breath warmed your cheek. Rafayel’s hand threaded through your hair. You floated in their voices, their touches, their love. The moment stretched, timeless.

But then—Silence.

Not peace. Absence. The warmth evaporated. The weight of bodies, of hands, of hearts—gone. The altar vanished beneath you. No silk. No flesh. No light. Just cold stone under your spine, coarse and damp with something ancient. You gasped awake, lungs seizing like you’d never breathed before.

Darkness greeted you. Not the soft dark of sleep. Not the velvet black of the dream. This was emptiness—void. No blindfold. No bonds. No warmth. You sat up, heart pounding. The vision bled into your bones:

The world cracked. Not like glass—like truth. The dream realm shuddered and peeled open. Stars rippled overhead like the surface of water. And there—you saw yourself. Alone. Curled in a cocoon of void, weeping in sleep that never ended. Your men were scattered across a barren dreamscape, bleeding through memories, clawing through shadows. Searching. You reached for them, desperate—but your hands passed through mist. The dream shattered and you were alone.

-

Somewhere far away, Xavier jolted upright. The blanket he’d draped over the altar slipped to the floor. “She’s not breathing!” He exclaimed, coming out of a nightmare he didn’t understand.

“No—she’s not here.” Zayne’s voice sliced through the room, already moving toward the altar. “She’s gone.”

Sylus stood frozen, lips parted around a curse.

Caleb called your name like a prayer.

Rafayel clutched a piece of cloth that still smelled like you.

-

Elsewhere…

You screamed, but only the cave bore witness.

As always thank you for taking the time to read, I hope you enjoyed it!

[sea-lanterns]

OUR BELOVED EMPRESS

synopsis: empress! AU with the liyue women as your courtesans.

featuring: ningguang, beidou, keqing, ganyu, yelan, shenhe

rating: 18+ n.s.f.w (men and minors dni)

warnings: switch! gn! afab reader, reader is referred to as pretty, beautiful, etc. polyamory, mentions of harem, reader is referred to as the "empress." arranged relationships, established relationships, finger.ing, scissoring, semi-public s.ex, fucking in an alleyway, biting, pining, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mastur.bation, not entirely proof read.

art credits: moonlight garden

NINGGUANG

Courtesan Ningguang! Who was the first courtesan presented to you by your father. A woman of high class and influence; the Tianquan of Liyue herself. It was a no-brainer that she would be the first potential candidate as your wife, as not only was she an influential figurehead, but she was someone who was intelligent and cunning. Two wonderful traits for a queen consort to have…

Courtesan Ningguang! Who arrives at your palace in the fanciest of attires. Golden nails brushing up against your hand before pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles. “It is an honor to be in your presence, my empress…” she whispers seductively, looking up at you with red ruby eyes. “…and an honor to be your first courtesan.” 

Courtesan Ningguang! Who serves as a reliable shoulder for you to lean on whenever your family is in peril. Assassinations, business problems, drama within the harem. Ningguang serves as the voice of reason and someone who can soothe the stress in your body. She may be a busy woman, but she always finds time to free you of your worries, ending the day with massages or gentle kisses to your temple that leave you feeling red.

Courtesan Ningguang! Who gets along with pretty much all the other courtesans except Courtesan Beidou. She had some beef with her prior to joining the imperial harem and sometimes gets annoyed whenever the pirate woman gets too rough with you. “Beidou, I think our empress would enjoy it if you didn’t throw her over your shoulder…” She rolls her eyes when she sees Beidou running out of the palace with you in her arms. Not liking how her beloved empress’ body was always manhandled by that giant brute.

Courtesan Ningguang! Who always snatches you away from the pirate whenever her back is turned. Wanting some alone time with you after having to share you with her the whole day. “Worry not my dear empress, I’ll treat you much softer than that barbarian of a woman…” She gently places you on the bed and smirks suggestively. “Let me massage that sore skin of yours…”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who enjoys taking her time in thoroughly massaging your body. Your shoulders, your back, your breasts… She loves how her dear, beloved empress writhes under her touch and moans into the pillows. “Does that feel good, my empress? Shall I go lower…?” Her silky hands trail down your stomach like a pathway, “I knew it, my beloved is all so sore…”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who has you arching your back off the bed while she thrusts her fingers into your cunt, sopping wet smacks echoing throughout the room as her palm slaps your clit over and over. “My beautiful empress…all wet and squirming for me…” her eyes glazed over with lust before pressing dark lipstick stains against your body, spanning from your neck to your thighs. “Squirming only for me…”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who has you wrapped up in her embrace while kissing your neck and cleaning the release off your thighs. She adores taking care of you after sex, and will often stay close to you to keep you grounded after your high. “Feeling better?” She’d murmur against your ear, pressing another small kiss to the shell, “Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll warm up a bath for us soon…”

Courtesan Ningguang! Who keeps you warm in the bath with her body, humming a small tune in the spacious tub while washing the sweat off your body. “My beloved empress, I promise to always take care of you…” she whispers, using a small washcloth to wipe off your temple lovingly. “That is my promise to you as your first courtesan…”

BEIDOU

Courtesan Beidou! Who offered to be your second courtesan after spotting your beauty wandering at the docks. What’s a pretty face like you doing around such dangerous and smelly terrain? Don’t worry though, Captain Beidou will keep you safe. Both on the docks and in your palace because now she intends on marrying you…

Courtesan Beidou! Who shows off her impeccable strength and muscle, impressing your father as you needed someone strong who could pass that on to your heirs. Beidou loves spoiling you with her strength, and you oftentimes find her lifting you into her arms to carry you from place to place. 

Courtesan Beidou! Who has some beef with your first courtesan: Ningguang. She doesn’t like how prissy and strict Ningguang can be, so she often sneaks you out whenever you’re spending time with her. Practically kidnapping you in your own home, as she throws you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and laughs while carrying you to her secret spot. “Don’t worry my empress, we won’t get caught. I’ll make sure of it…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who is the rebel of the imperial harem. She’s the one who sneaks you out the most and helps you do risqué things like sneaking out to see the Lantern Rite without guard supervision. “We don’t need those pesky guards, you have me…” she’d always say, pressing a kiss to your worried little brows. “I’ll keep you safe, my sweet empress…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who chuckles and covers your mouth as you both hide in the bushes of the royal gardens, making out under the moonlight in order to have a little midnight rendezvous with just the two of you. “Naughty little empress…” Beidou purrs, groaning in your ear as she sits you on her lap, “Playing hooky with the pirate, eh? Pretty thing like you was just craving for some fun…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who rubs her large, calloused hands over your folds and sinks two massive fingers inside. “Shhh…there are guards nearby…” she’d whisper into your ear, chuckling quietly at the way you rode her fingers so desperately behind the bushes. “Hah…such a desperate one…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who holds you close to her and smirks when she overhears guards trying to find their missing empress. The other courtesans worried sick for your whereabouts, when you were just sitting behind the bushes getting your brains fucked out by the second courtesan. Whimpering and shaking under the captain’s touch, as no one has ever treated you this roughly before…

Courtesan Beidou! Who chuckles as you climax all over her thighs, stroking a hand down your spine before kissing you tenderly. “You did so well, my empress…” she murmurs out huskily, making sure you are kept warm as she drapes her cape over your shoulders. “Rest now, you precious thing. Your captain’s got you from here…”

Courtesan Beidou! Who sneaks you back into your room with your nude body clinging onto hers. She makes sure her muscular body covers you entirely, as she tucks you into bed and pets your cheek endearingly. “Sleep now, my dearest ocean pearl, I will ensure everything is settled with the others.” And with a gentle kiss from the huge, burly pirate, she leaves to go settle your whereabouts with the other courtesans, making sure her dearest empress was safe and sound…

KEQING

Courtesan Keqing! Who was the third courtesan recommended to you by the first courtesan: Ningguang. She is a member of the Liyue Qixing and due to her high status as the Yuheng, it made her a very strong candidate for Queen consort and your potential wife.

Courtesan Keqing! Who is the most uptight out of all the courtesans in your harem. She’s the one who keeps you in line whenever you act up, and is the one who scolds you most of the time whenever you sneak out with the other courtesans. (Cough. Beidou and Yelan. Cough) She doesn’t mean to be so hard on you, but you are the empress of Liyue! You needed to be prim and proper! 

Courtesan Keqing! Who takes up the responsibility of helping you manage your extracurriculars. Whether it’s dance practice, embroidery or managing certain affairs, Keqing is always the one helping you and making sure you understand what to do. “Like this, my empress,” she says for the sixteenth time, cupping your waist as she guides you to the music of the zither. “Eyes on me, a royal must never look at their feet…”

Courtesan Keqing! Who is prickly on the outside but sweet on the inside whenever she’s alone with you. Keqing hates to admit it, but her empress is someone she cares very deeply about, and she wants to see you flourish into a beautiful and powerful leader for Liyue. “My empress, please, allow me…” she murmurs softly as she helps tie the sash to your robe. “Honestly, next time you should let me dress you in the mornings…”

Courtesan Keqing! Who can’t help but think dirty thoughts about her empress all day long in that little head of hers. Her mind runs vivid with wonders of your naked body and she can’t help but touch herself late into the night while thinking of you. “My empress…” Keqing moans out softly, fingers rubbing at her folds while she spreads herself out on her bed, masturbating to today’s image of you practicing calligraphy with her in your office. 

Courtesan Keqing! Who’s always been unable to hide her lust for you. The way your hands move so delicately over the paper, writing in quick, languid strokes that have her going crazy. “Ah…!” Keqing gasps as a deep, burning ache in her core begs to be satisfied. “Forgive me, my empress…” she mumbles to herself, heart racing like crazy as she realizes she’s touching herself to her beloved empress.

Courtesan Keqing! Who jumps when she sees you standing at the door, smiling softly at her lewd display. You wanted to help her? Touch her? Her empress!? Keqing blushes at the thought and tries not to get too excited. “O-Only if you insist, my empress…” she murmurs softly, feeling your body dip into the bed and roam your hands all over her. “Oh…”

Courtesan Keqing! Who’s not the same, strict person she is when she’s in bed with you. Her body reacts ever so sensitively to your touch, as she lets you explore her body quietly under the moonlight. “Hah…now don’t be a tease…” Keqing chuckles nervously, “You know I hate it when you test my patience.” 

Courtesan Keqing! Who is more than eager to help guide you on how to touch a woman. Her voice alike to that of her tutor persona, except this time she was teaching you how to fuck her. “Just like that, my empress…” she pants out breathlessly, shivering as you insert a finger into her folds, “You've always been such a quick learner…”

GANYU

Courtesan Ganyu! Who was the fourth courtesan recommended to you by both Ningguang and Keqing. The secretary of the Qixing and a half adepti that possessed impressive capabilities, she impressed your father as well as he knew that a Qilin would protect you and bring good fortune to the family. (And produce strong Qilin heirs…)

Courtesan Ganyu! Who is the gentlest and sweetest out of all your courtesans. She’s the one who tries to sneak into your bed in the middle of the night to snuggle with you, which often leads to you waking up to a sleepy Qilin woman resting on your chest. Sometimes you can catch her snoring in her sleep, but you don’t mind it because she’s just so damn cute…

Courtesan Ganyu! Who despite being so clingy, knows to maintain a certain degree of professionalism as she’s the one who takes care of the dreaded paperwork. As a secretary of the Qixing, she has her fair share of experience when it comes to tinier affairs, so she’ll always offer to help you, even when you insist you have it under control. “Please don’t overwork yourself, my dear. I’ll take care of it as soon as possible…”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who despite being so soft and gentle, has a strong, protective side whenever you are threatened. “Get behind me, my empress. I’ll take care of him!” She exclaims rather protectively, making sure you stay behind her while she charges a cryo arrow at the intruder. “Ah, he’s gone now, my dear. Are you okay? Were you frightened?”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who is the best at calming you down whenever you get into a dangerous situation. While the other courtesans are busy dealing with whoever threatened or harmed you, Ganyu is by your side and holding you tightly against her body. Soothing you with her touch as she makes sure her darling empress isn’t harmed in the slightest. “Do not fret, my love. Beidou, Yelan and Shenhe have gone after the assassin. They won’t threaten you again…” she presses a small kiss to your cheek and makes sure you’re calmed down before heading back into the safety of your room, holding your hand every step of the way. 

Courtesan Ganyu! Who sees you’re clearly frightened for your life and tries to calm you down by distracting you with intimate touches. Her fluffy blue hair tickles your skin as she cups your cheek to make you face her. “Why don’t we do something to distract ourselves,” she whispers shyly, a blush overcoming her features. “I'll help you forget all the anxiety you felt today…”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who is lying on her back with her cunt squished against yours. Gasping and moaning as you rut into her thighs and try to scissor your way to an orgasm. “Ah…mnngh…you’re doing so well, my empress…” Ganyu pants, her soft skin sending you into another plane of ecstasy. “So good…so good…keep moving— nngh…hah…~”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who wants only the best for her beloved empress so she pulls you down halfway to meet for a kiss. Hips melding together in sticky, wet squelches as she pants and lolls her tongue out into yours. “Is it good…? Do I feel good…?” She so desperately wants to please you, it makes your heart melt and you can’t help but groan. “I take that as a yes…hah…I love you, my empress…”

Courtesan Ganyu! Who lies beside you after cumming all over your thighs, pulling you close so she could lay by your side like the loyal courtesan she was. “I’m glad you felt good, my dear…” Ganyu whispers sweetly, before brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. “I will always keep you relaxed, that is my duty as your beloved courtesan…”

YELAN

Courtesan Yelan! Who becomes your fifth courtesan after saving you from a bunch of bounty hunters holding you hostage. After making sure you were safe and sound in her arms, she feels something stir within her chest when she gets a closer look at your face. To the public, your face was often hidden behind a thin, lacy veil in order to conceal your identity. However, as your veil is pulled back, Yelan now had a full view of the beautiful empress underneath. A sight that left her speechless and with a desire to become yours…

Courtesan Yelan! Who isn’t seen around the palace as often as the other girls due to her missions, but always makes sure to greet you in your room whenever she gets back. “Hey, darling. Missed me?” She’s perched lazily on your balcony with a Glaze Lily in her hand. “I got you a lil’ something on my mission. No need to thank me…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who, like Beidou, will often sneak you out into the city to experience things you’ve never felt before. She takes you around to see all that Liyue has to offer, and encourages you to try ordinary things that you may or may not have tried.  “Here, try this. It’s called a kebab.” Yelan chuckles as you look at her with confusion, wondering how on Teyvat you eat this without utensils. “Pfft, you just bite the food off the skewer, empress. Here, let me show you…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who enjoys showing you and teaching you the simpler things in life. You may be a sheltered empress, but Yelan can show you just how fun an ordinary life can be. “Who knew the empress could be so messy when they eat…” she chuckles as you struggle to eat the kebab stick off the skewer, wiping the sauce off your lips with a napkin. “You’re just so cute…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who takes you by the hand to pull you into a dark alleyway. She just saw a few guards patrolling the area and had to act fast, pushing you up against the wall and shielding you with your body. “Apologies for the tight space, my empress…” Yelan chuckles, cupping your cheek to look at her, “We just have to stay here a little while longer…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who sees her sweet little empress getting shy for being in such an intimate position. She can’t help but tease you more as she leans in closer to tilt your chin forward. “You know, since it’s so dark, no one will be able to see their beloved empress getting naughty with her courtesan…” she trails a hand down to your ass and cups it, giving it a teasing squeeze. “Some ordinary people fuck in alleyways when they have the chance. Would you like to try, my dear empress…?” 

Courtesan Yelan! Who has her empress pinned up against the wall with their robe pulled up and exposing their privates. Yelan kneeling down to your glistening hole and spreading it open with her thumbs. “Oh, how precious…” she purrs to herself, giving it a sensual lick. “It even puckers when I breathe…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who cannot believe she’s giving head to the empress in such a dirty and dimly lit alleyway. She had to admit, seeing her empress whimpering and begging for more in a place this low class was really turning her on. “Yeah? You like that…?” Yelan laughs into your cunt, pushing her nose deeper against your clit, “You like getting eaten out in a dirty alleyway? My, my…you surprise me everyday your majesty…”

Courtesan Yelan! Who is so proud of you when you climax all over her face and paint her tongue white with your cum. She wipes the residue off her face and stands up to kiss you, letting you taste what you accomplished in that dirty, dark alleyway with her. “You did so well, my dear…” Yelan whispers, quickly fastening your robes back on so the two of you could leave. “Come on, it’s about time we head back to the palace…”

SHENHE

Courtesan Shenhe! Who was the sixth courtesan presented to you by Cloud Retainer herself, an adepti that your father greatly respected and admired. Cloud Retainer promised your father that her disciple: Shenhe would bring great strength and protection to your family, as well as ward off any evil spirits that dare threaten your bloodline. Though heavily antisocial and a bit…intimidating to your father, he accepted her into the family and made her the sixth courtesan in your harem. 

Courtesan Shenhe! Who is very quiet and doesn’t interact much with anyone but you and her fellow courtesan: Ganyu. She’s quiet, awkward, and doesn’t know what to do, so she just follows you around like a curious little puppy and hopes for the best. While others may find this annoying, you yourself didn’t mind and allowed Shenhe to follow you around as she pleased. Acting like a bodyguard of sorts among your courtesans as she is the only one who is stuck by your side at all times.

Courtesan Shenhe! Who seems so dangerous and intimidating to others, yet soft and gentle around you. She loves how you cup her face and treat her so kindly, her heart thumping whenever her dearest empress kisses her, and palms getting sweaty because she just adores you so much. “…Is my face that fun to hold?” She asks when you do this for the umpteenth time. She doesn’t mind it, in fact she seems to enjoy it. “If that is what my empress likes to do, then so be it…” You are the only one in the world who could touch her like this…

Courtesan Shenhe! Who is like a tall guard dog whenever she accompanies you outside the palace. She stands protectively by your side, keeping watch of any activity or accidents that could harm her beloved empress. “…The road is slippery. Should I carry you? I don’t want you to fall.” Before you could even respond, she picks you up anyway, “…I’m carrying you.”

Courtesan Shenhe! Who is so strong and agile that she manages to take you across Liyue with just her arm strength alone. Taking you to a private spot in the mountains so the two of you could have a private picnic date together away from the other courtesans. “Is the ground soft enough for you, my empress?” Shenhe tilts her head and makes sure you’re seated on a comfortable patch of grass. If sitting on the ground isn’t to your liking, then perhaps it’d be best to sit on her lap instead. Which you do.

Courtesan Shenhe! Who quivers under your touch as you caress her face lovingly, her muscles easing under your hold as she allows herself to indulge with you for once. “Your majesty…” she can feel herself grow hot as you press a kiss to her temple, groans rumbling from her throat as she yearned for more. “I want…more.”

Courtesan Shenhe! Who can’t stop herself from pushing her beloved empress down to the ground, the red ropes trying to suppress her carnal desire for you as she kisses and bites your neck with want. “Ganyu taught me how to properly please you…” she mumbles against your skin, her hands moving down to unfasten your sash. “I will do my best. You can count on me, my empress.”

Courtesan Shenhe! Who uses the skills she learned from other courtesans to pleasure you as best as she could. Slender hands lifting your thighs up as she slots her cunt against yours rather harshly. “Mnngh…Courtesan Ganyu taught me that this was called scissoring…” While groaning out her words, Shenhe begins rutting her hips into yours to try and replicate what Ganyu described. “Is this right? It feels right…nngh…” She tries her best to hold in her moans but it just feels so good. Though her moves are sloppy and you barely feel any good rhythm, you could tell Shenhe was enjoying herself and that was all that mattered to you.

Courtesan Shenhe! Who tries her hardest to get you off  but it just isn’t enough. She’s not that experienced in pleasing a person compared to the other girls but that’s okay, you’ll teach her… “My empress…? What— oh!” Shenhe’s eyes widen as you gently flip her over, deciding she’s done enough to please you for one day. “…I see. You wish to teach me how to scissor properly? …Very well.”

[howlingday]

ru ja gun con au: Jaune, don't ask me how I got it but I need you to put it on your wrist!!

Okay, so based on the minimal research I did, the Chaquetrix is a Ben-10 fanbase device, created by TrixTheAlien, and whose sole purpose is to... "generate the most breedable version of the selected alien species to repopulate, fulfilling the Omnitrix original purpose of preserving all species." Judging by the fan-art, it either turns the user into this "most breedable version" OR it creates a sort of harem-style sex-slave of the alien. That said, here's my response...

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Jaune: What?! Why?!

Ruby: Jaune, what's going on? What's that thing on your wrist?

Jaune: What thi... (Chaquetrix attached)

Ruby: Jaune?

Jaune: Ruby... Get help.

[celaenaeiln]

Hi, do you have any recommendations for Dick and Slade fics where their relationship is explored? It doesn't matter if it's a pairing or not. P.S.: I really love your posts

Thank you!!

And boy do I have them! All of these are my favorites. They're fics I specifically saved separately because I loved them. I hope you do too!

FAVORITE!! The thrill I get when I read this. The high. It's almost incomparable. Sladick in cyberspace. I don't even like cyber punk but I loved this fic - Gray Area

FAVORITE!! I talked about this one before but it's the perfect fic for apprentice Sladick. Read it so many times, I can't get enough of it. - Nightwing Protocol

FAVORITE!! This is one of my comfort fics, I love the whole collections so much. Slade and Dick get married and run off to the Maldives - I Guess Time Will Tell What the Come Down is Like

Slade comes for his Talon. That's his Dick Grayson dammit - Reclaiming an Owl

Favorite! I hope you don't mind but I'm sneaking in this Tiger/Dick fic forgive mee. Tiger's infuriatingly attracted to Dick's lips - Soft lips

FAVORITE!! Jedi Dick meets Sith Slade. And their relationship is always the same - Breathe With Confidence

Slade and Dick are soulmates much to the displeasure of Joey and the happiness of Rose - family in any form

Slade is a god of war and Dick is the demigod of shadows. They meet on the battlefield - Echoes of the Battlefield

Dick is a bartender. And Slade doesn't have identification - The Barkeeper

FAVORITE!! Dick is Aphrodite and Slade is Ares but Dick is a terrifying figure when spurned - Contradiction

FAVORITE!! Dick is Persephone and Slade is Hades and the story fits perfectly - When September Ends

FAVORITE!! Dick and Slade are both Alphas but that's not going to stop Slade in the force of his attraction for Dick - Ready or Knot

Favorite! Dick comes back with bruises, Jason thinks he lost a fight, Tim knows better, and the truth accidentally comes out - B is for Bruises

Series of prompts for Omega Dick and Sladick - Omega!Dick Week

Sladick if Dick had become Slade's apprentice from the start. He's coming back home - Home for the Holidays

FAVORITE!! Slade and Dick take care of each other - Follow Me (Don't Be Such a Fool)

Favorite! Slade takes Dick along South to a bar and Dick has some new discoveries - As Sweet As Strawberry Wine

Favorite! The whole collection! I really love the one with Deadshot but here's the first one with Slade! Remember when Dick paid of Deathstroke not to take a hit on Amy? Here's what happened after - Sell Your Soul

Slade's straight. So is Tiger. And so is most of the harem. They just like him - Attack of the Exes

FAVORITE!! The whole freaking collection?! Star Wars AU of Sladick. Taken to the dark side - Want is a Full Contract

Actually victoriousscarf's stuff is just too good - victoriousscarf

Dick basically goes fuck it. I'm tired of being good. and butts off to be slade's apprentice - Subverting Expectation

Favorite! Dick is a witch and the massive bloody wolf at his door is obviously just a wolf, right? - My Beloved Deathstroke

Slade can't just let Dick stay as Ric. He's too good for that - Madness Started the Moment We Met

FAVORITE!! Ric meets a man at the fight club. And that man is a little too interesting to let go - Like a Virus

FAVORITE!! Dick receives some interesting videos from Slade. Slade has always been good at enticing Dick - Puppet Show

FAVORITE!! Supernatural AU where Dick is Sam and Slade is Ruby. Jason's gone but Dick's gonna get his little brother back. No matter what it takes - On the Head of a Pin

FAVORITE!! Same as above! - Point of Fracture

FAVORITE!! I will sink my teeth into this collection and shake it because it's so good. YJ! Dick becomes the spy instead of Kaldur - Foundations

Favorite! Slade visits Dick in the hospital but Dick's not awake. Although Mar'i is - Give Us This Day

FAVORITE!! Midnighter/Dick/Slade. Dick's gone, right? Then who is then man with a swirling face that reminds Slade of him? - The Third Kind

Favorite! Dick is a sailor and Slade is a merman - I am a Sailor, and you are the Sea

Another Star Wars AU - Resolute in Resurrection

FAVORITE!! Slade acted so unaffected before. There's none of that now - every shadow filled up with doubt

Dick swears he's only here to rescue Damian. It's not his fault Slade was also locked up - (practice our prayers) until some hope crystallizes

FAVORITE!! Dick's mother always told him never to deal with the Fae. But some situations call for it - deal with the devil

FAVORITE!! They had a deal. But Slade's deal never was supposed to be about catching feelings - Maroon Haze

FAVORITE!! Dick has magic and Slade is cursed - i have hurt and hungered before (flesh against flesh)

FAVORITE!! I have read this fic over and over again. I love the younger Slade and Older Dick dynamic - running fever

Not a ship

FAVORITE!! When Slade took in Robin as an apprentice, he was a kid. A teenager. Get woke slade. Funny!! - Why did I think this was a good idea?

Dick is Robin and Slade's protective father instincts kick in - Made Peace

FAVORITE!! One of my all time favorites. Dick's name gets pulled out of the hogwarts cup as the Hogwarts Champion. But..he never put his in - heavy is the crown

Favorite! Bruce doesn't get to get away with Spyral. Dick leaves Bruce for Slade - deeds of men depraved

I have way more but this is a good starting point I think. Lemme know if you're interested in more!

[dollyyun]

🗂️ wip tag game! 🗂️

make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have WIPs. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

ruby's note: thank you my beautiful kaykay @wwooyology for the tag <3 as much as i adore my current fic ideas/wip, I can't guarantee when or if these would be released because i'm obv a slow writer and writers block often get my ass, and lastly, my hyperfixation is terrible (adhd things). motivation plays a huge role too. but I do hope that these drafts would be released before the day I decide to retire from writing :3 also you are welcome to ask about any of my wip! I love yapping about my fic ideas to someone (mama aj is my victim most of the time)

WIP LIST

HYUNG LINE

one shot fics: 1-800-hot-and-fun - (reverse harem/poly, camgirl!reader) lost in the heat - (older alpha!hyung line x omega!reader; one shot, reverse harem/poly, 5 years age gap) bloody prey - (ghostface!hyung line who are also vampires, human!reader, psycho killers, yanderes) series: sector 1: the outbreak - (inspired by resident evil, dystopia-ish, horror, apocalypse, fantasy-ish element, morally grey characters, federal agents, mercenaries, and more, reverse harem) twisted games - (mafia princes!hyung line series; different tropes w reader - ex-lovers, arranged marriage element, ex-childhood best friends, fiancé’s brother, reverse harem) gods and monsters - (supernatural villains!hyung line x hunter!reader, inspired by lad otome game, hyung line characters inspired by lad male leads, reverse harem) game on, players - (ice hockey players!hyung line, reverse harem)

HEESEUNG

one shot fics: i wish i hated you - (ex-lovers to strangers to lovers, fake dating, angst) 2 hands - (f1racer!heeseung x popstar!reader, long distance relationship kinda but they’re on a break, angst) my undercover lover - (hitman!heeseung x sweet girlfriend!reader, soft love kinda, angst) hush - (older brother’s best friend, one-sided love-ish, light angst) sweetheart - (dad’s best friend, heeseung is 39 and reader is 21, soft love) you're losing me - (arranged marriage, husband!heeseung, heavy angst)

JAY

one shot fics: call it what you want - (older sugar daddy!jay; strangers to lovers, 12 years age gap, jay’s a huge simp and a loverboy) close to you - (underground fighter!jay x highschool teacher!reader, single dad!jay, 5 years age gap, angst) better man - (hitman!jay, ex-lovers to strangers to lovers, secret child trope, angst) into you - (bodyguard!jay x mafia princess!reader, strangers to lovers, grumpy x sunshine)

JAKE

one shot fics: hopelessly yours - (ice hockey player!jake x ice hockey player!reader; rivals-enemies to lovers, next-door neighbours, angst) supernatural - (husband!jake, arranged marriage but they get along well, soft love, fluffs, green flag jake) dangerous woman (hitman!jake x agent!reader, golden retriever x black cat, jake is a huge simp for grumpy-nonchalant reader)

SUNGHOON

one shot fics: right where you left me - (hitman!sunghoon; ex lovers to strangers to lovers, angst) down bad - (best friend’s older brother!sunghoon, cold grumpy x wild sunshine, angst)

JUNGWON

one shot fics: stuck with you - (best friends to lovers, unrequited love kinda) babydoll - (street racer!jungwon x shy good girl!reader, semi-college au)

MAKNAE LIKE

series: devil’s knights’ game - (spinoff, poly/reverse harem)

OT7

series: the heirs - (ootg revamped) eternal curse - (revamped)

tagging: anyone who wants to join <3

[notmaplemable]

RWBY: Rainbow Connection

The Lovers, The Dreamers, and RWBY

Hello there, and welcome to the announcement of my latest and greatest RWBY fan project.

RWBY: Rainbow Connection

Which I hope to eventually by my addition to the RWBY fan animation lineup with Evermorrow and Dust Queen. Though I think the animation part may be a few years off. So, I'm just going to write the novelization/fan fic for now while I'm working on my 3d animation skills.

I do want this to be more of a collaborative thing and not just my personal project. I don't really have much but a few scattered ideas at the moment, but I can answer a few question you might have about this project.

Why that name?

Ruby + Ren + Jaune Arc + Yang + Pyrrha Nikos + Nora + Blake + Oscar + Weiss = RRAYNNB(O)W.

It's basically just a reference to our group of main characters and a reference to the Muppet song. Not to mention RWBY's general color thing.

Also LGBT stuff. Hence why I'm announcing this in June.

What's the premise?

I don't really have one central premise. There are plenty of concepts that I plan to use that could probably be used as an AU prompt, but there's not really one unifying element like in my other AUs.

If I had to choose one element as the central premise though, it would be that Beacon doesn't fall until RWBY's 3rd year.

Is this just going to be a glorified rewrite/fix it fic?

I plan on telling the whole story from start to finish, so I guess it's a rewrite in that sense.

I'm not really treating this as a "fix it" fic or with the mentality that it is "RWBY if it was done right". More like "RWBY if I wrote it". I'll try to do as well with this project as I can, but I'll never claim that it's better than the original. It's a lot harder to make something from scratch than to create something based off an existing property.

So, I say it's more of a reimagining than a rewrite.

When should we expect chapters to start being published?

I'm writing them now, but I'm aiming to start posting chapters at the start of 2026. I will be posting on FF.Net (if it hasn't collapsed yet) and Ao3.

When are you going to release actual animations?

A few years at the earliest. I'm working on learning Blender animation and I'll probably post some things I'm working on. Character models, animations, skits, etc.

Do you think you'll actually finish the whole series?

For the writing part, I hope so. I plan to. For the animated portion, if we can get a few volumes in I'll be happy.

Who's going to kiss who?

That will be answered in it's own dedicated post.

Will it be horny?

There will be jiggle physics.

Jaune Harem?

No.

Are you going to be posting updates for this project on this blog?

Nope.

Follow @rwby-rainbow-connection (Which is run by me) for updates.

It's pretty barren right now, but I'll have stuff to put on it soon.

If you have any more questions, sent it over to that blog and I'll try to answer them.

Thank you, have a good day.

(Also, I'm probably going to be looking for someone to do a commission for some artwork, but we can worry about that another time)

[jboy44]

Ruby " wait jaune said his grand ma is queen of grim. Does that mean he has control over grimm? Can he just like order them away for us to not need to worry about them,?

Coco ".......what you getting at?

Weiss " he's right sense jaune has been trying to breed us no grimm attacks no problem is that him or his grandma letting us screw in peice"

Blake ".......if its him we are watching beowolves do the chicken dance to night

Terra holding adrian " oh sorry jaune only controls seers this jelly fish tentecle things saph controls beowolves

Jaune walks up to his friends holding adrian " sorty guys something came up"

They all stare

Yang " gee lady killer who did you knock up?

Jaune " my sister in law terra

[iheartmothz]

pinned !📍

TWITTER (the new one) TIKTOK BSKY

art tag

(ship list under read more)

NOTE: there are MULTIPLE PEOPLE running this account. we dont like being specific on whos using it since that makes us uncomfortable but most RWBY and MGS fanart is made by Wes (❄️), while Strider (💿) likes MLB and Ninjago more

FAVORITE SHIPS

NOTE 2: we are multishippers and we basically like everything unless its uncomfortable or illegal

RWBY

Arkos (Jaune x Pyrrha) Whiterose (Ruby x Weiss) Spicecream (Neo x Cinder) Caduceus (Jaune x Mercury) Silentknight (Jaune x Neo) + I've kinda shipped Jaune with everyone around his age (NOT JAUNE HAREM I'm just autistic about Jaune and I have a lot of AUs)

MIRACULOUS

Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette), Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Marigami (Marinette x Kagami), Arigaminette (Adrien x Kagami x Marinette), Chloenette (Chloe x Marinette), Lilanette (Lila x Marinette), Felinette

JJBA

Caejose (Joseph x Caeser), Gyjo (Gyro x Johnny) Diadop (Diavolo x Doppio), naratrish (narancia x trish) Dio x ME MWAHAAHAHAHAHAH

MGS

Otasune, (Otacon x Solid Snake), Liquidmantis (Liquid Snake x Psychomantis)

HOMESTUCK

Spider8reath (Egbert x Vriska), Vrisrezi (Vriska x Terezi), Junekat (June x Karkat), Nepkat (Nepeta x Karkat), Grimdorks (June x Rose)

SONIC

Sonadow (Sonic x Shadow) Sonamy (Sonic x Amy) Shadamy (Shadow x Amy) Sonknux (Sonic x Knuckles) Metamy (Metal x Amy)

[everyones-berry]

Here's something I was working on. It's janky, so yeah.

[littlelewdmable]

Unlimited Harems AU: Team SRAW Part 1

Ruby: We need to do something.

Summer: I know dear, but getting to Anima in Winter and while everyone is on high alert is going to be difficult.

Summer: And considering that huntsmen in training were involved in the attack on Beacon, I doubt many of the few people traveling between the continents would be willing to help us. At least without some sore of official reason.

Jaune: I'm sure we can figure out some way to do it.

Ruby: Maybe Weiss can pay someone to take us over?

Weiss: With what I said to my father, I doubt I have a penny to my name.

Ruby: Oh...

Jaune: I guess we can always pull a Sun and try to stowaway on something.

Summer: They'd probably execute us if we're found out.

Jaune: ...Shit.

Weiss: Ms. Rose, surely you have a connection that could assist us.

Summer: Most of them are probably dead or wouldn't believe I'm the real Summer Rose.

Weiss: Are there any you could convince?

Summer: ...Maybe.

Ruby: What if we can't convince them?

Jaune: ...Well, my parents live out on the east coast, and we ship out a lot of grapes and wine through the port. Maybe I can ask my parents for help.

Weiss: Are you sure they would even help and not force you to stay home?

Jaune: ...It's worth a shot if we need to take it.

Weiss: It doesn't seem like we have many other good choices.

Summer: ...I can think of one bad choice I know will work.

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I'm going to treat this series kind of like a choose your own adventure novel. Not every part will have one, but a lot will, and you won't always know what you're voting for.

[konako]

an alternate universe of an alternate universe? what the fuck is going on in the rlh, bless you and screw canon material ;)

WHAT THE FUCK IS WDC:BB? (it's complicated)

Hohooh, this will be fun. Let me try to explain how this happened in the simplest of ways, without being put in virtual jail. As it's truly this:

It all started back in 2021. When we were still young, naive and pure....

The Ruby Lucas Appreciation life was seeing a resurgence thanks to some maniacs out there somewhere. Gifsets were flowing, asks were coming in, ideas were brewing.

The domino pieces were being placed...

Anon sends me a message about a trope they like. I agree. I imagine Red Queen in that trope. Kat (@lovecanbesostrange) sees the vision.

A writing demon takes over Kat's body. She writes a fic.

Safe Cage is born.

Unrelated to that (somehow)

Anon sends me a message to share a fun fact about a college football team with an interesting name. I reply with a silly idea for a story. As you can see in the replies under the post, Kat and I went mad again.

The Ruby Lucas Harem Server is created.

RRCAU is born.

It doesn't stop there...

RRCAU is developed over three years of collaboration and compatible unhinged behaviour. The story grows, we uncover the backstory, the supporting characters, the dynamics, the many different developments... It's a complete story.

But see. Kat has been cursed with a fantastic, fruitful imagination...

We had a habit of taking stories and imagining "What-Ifs" to some scenarios (because we struggle with definite decisions when it comes to plot, and we like to experiment! who doesn't?). It was fun to think of what could have been different and how that change would affect the larger story.

Soon enough, Kat had a thought: What if, instead of changing an event in the later parts of the story, we changed it in the very beginning?

What if Ruby's miserable up-bringing in a trailer park with a passively neglectful mother... was WORSE?

What If: Ruby was raised in troubling poverty by a physically, verbally and mentally abusive, constantly intoxicated mother?

Worse!RRCAU is born.

Still not connected to that (Palpatine has returned)

Anon sends me a message about Regina wanting people to kneel. I reply with a joke about Ruby being eager to kneel, so they work as a couple.

Kat sees that. She adds to that. She chooses violence. And she writes about it.

DRK AU is born.

These three AUs lived together in harmony. (Ruby disagrees. She keeps getting fucked over).

Until a 4am thought attacked.

Narrator: she did think mean things.

We.... thouroughly fucked Red over this time. Meticulously. We thought nothing of it. Torturing Red was routine. It was for fun! A 4am angsty brain fart!

But then the scary thing happened: it started to make sense.

There was no coming back from there. The story took over. We had no power over it. It had power over us.

WDC combined the three big stories that contributed the least with the rent in our heads:

Worse (Worse!RRCAU) brought the world without magic and the usual translations that came with it. Along with the setting, it brought the feeling of Red's early life and how it shaped her to be accostumed to abuse. Dark (DRK AU) brought the torture, the body mods, the calculated disfiguration of Red and the need for a domestic life that would attempt to heal it. Cage (Safe Cage) brought the most important: Corrupted Red Snow. Red as Snow's weapon. The manipulation, the abuse, the years and years of conditioning, lying, training, until Red was no longer a person, but a monster to serve Snow's needs. Originally, it also brought Regina, as the opposition to Snow's force, and the person that stepped in at the right time to rescue Red.

It was clear. It was obvious. It was meant to exist.

Art was made.

And something that's important to note: in WDC, Red is kind of the bad guy. She's Snow's Bodyguard, Guard Dog, Pet. She has no agency, and she does whatever Snow orders her to do.

Including severely hurting Belle.

The way that Red hurt Belle is critical to WDC. (Don't worry, I won't go there). It's a major part of Red's story, and a defining moment in Belle's development. The trauma was even responsible for the unearthing of a new ship: Kansas Beauty. A relationship that began in, of all places, a mental health facility.

It was a fascinating story. A vessel to some dark, dark thoughts. It was to be kept in a secret alley, to never see the light of day (much like WDC!RED—). I failed at that one job, but... whatever. Anyway!!

We explored other stories, parallel to that. We have the range. (While confined to the Red Snow spectrum...) We thought of different things...

Then. Kat thought more thoughts.

And I indulged her with a list of possibilities to fit that desire. Among which there was:

Kat had even more thoughts.

This change took us to a similar place, with a similar brain wave. (It happens often)

And.... yeah..... This had some... unforseen consequences.....

↓

This is where we are.

[howlingday]

(demi-arkos au) pyrrha is letting the intrusive thoughts win and might just be trying to set up jaune with a harem because art like him needs to be shared with the world!

jaune goes out on the town with his friends and has a pretty good time with everyone

Pyrrha was having the worst day of her life.

What was supposed to be a normal day out with her friends have developed into a cavalcade of tease after constant tease of Jaune being the most perfect man on Remnant. Was this why her mother warned against involving herself with him? Every action he made with everyone else felt like something out of those cheesy stories Ruby read, and she was loving it!

But was that really so wrong? After all, Jaune is handsome, or at least she thought so, given his constant hiding of his good looks from everyone around him. He was kind to everyone, considerate, really the sweetest man she's ever met, and she's met plenty of men who weren't so sweet. As she was having her crisis, Jaune was wiping some ice cream from Ruby's lips, though her mind made it look a lot more scandalous than it should! A lot pinker and sharply designed, like the brush strokes of a lightly bristled tool.

"Here, let me get this for you, Ruby-chan~." Jaune cooed, taking a gentle, yet firm hold of his fellow leader's chin.

"J-Jaune-senpai~." Ruby stammered, her eyes alight with stars.

"Stop it!" Pyrrha slapped herself.

"Uh, you okay, Pyrrha?" Everyone stared at her, all looking completely normal. Though his sunglasses hid his eyes, she could tell Jaune's face was the most concerned.

"I... need to use the restroom!" She stood up, making her way quickly into the cafe.

"Pyrrha-" Ren put his hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. Jaune sighed, hoping for the best to come out of this situation.

"By the way, who's the guy staring at us from across the street?"

"What guy?" Weiss asked Nora.

"The guy wearing sunglasses and a face mask like Jaune." Nora pointed at the figure. True to her words, the figure was tall, lean with a bit of muscle, and wore the most stunning tank-top and jean combo they'd ever seen. If it weren't for the lack of paparazzi around, one would assume this were a supermodel working with the theme 'average joe'. "He's been standing over there, watching us for, like, five minutes."

"Really?!" Jaune's voice cracked as he stood up. He cleared his throat before jutting his thumb to the person of interest. "I-I'll go talk with her, make sure everything is good!" He then ran across the street.

Yang squinted at Jaune's target, squinting and shaking her head a few times to make sure she wasn't mistaken. "What does he mean 'her'?"

[powertaco]

FNDM Creator Bio - Power Taco

Power_Taco on Ao3.

I try to write, often badly, but I do try.

Favorite Characters: Maria, Ruby, Weiss, Qrow, Nora, Ren, Carmine, Robyn, Cinder, Winter, Ilia, there are more but we can cut 'em off there.

Favorite pairings: Death's Whiterose. Ruby/Weiss/Young Maria Calavera. (praise @amelia-yap for the incredible art!)

My goal is to make them the most popular, ie numerous ot3 for RWBY so 400 more fics to go.

I also will write WR, or them with a +1/2, and enjoy them with lots of fun ladies. Especially getting to take background characters, and flesh them out. May Z, Ilia, Ciel, etc.

Also a big fan of Jailbirds.

Tropes: Not sure. I'm alright with most, but I don't care much for uneeded drama/angst ie not talking out things that would resolve a situation in 5 minutes instead of 30 chapters. I have no idea what tropes I really love though.

Crack is fun I guess. Not sure if that's a trope.

Share fics I'm proud of: Well to try and not be a stereotype let's go with non DWR work I guess.

Frozen Milk and Cereal. Set in the IQD au RWBY and JNPR took the nightmare grimm as a serious wake up call, and upped their training. Friendships are formed between the teams as they struggle with the upcoming dance when Ruby overhears Weiss asking Neptune leaving Pyrrha to be a bit brave, and ask Ruby instead.

Short story featuring the teams interacting, and talking to each other, and hopefully as friends.

Crack series. Ruby writes the 'of love' book series. Somehow this will save the world. A series of 1 shots that result in ruby forming the ultimate polycute and saving the world. We poke fun at harem tropes, and somehow a plot ended up appearing. It's weird to me too man.

Creator's Note: Not much to say you can send me an ask about anything you really want.