#snare knight

[carpetcat2]

BodySwap designs for Snare and Wheel Knight

[dismembered-narrator]

another random dlc retcon* that annoyed me was that the fingercreepers came from metyr too. like i assumed that the weird non-human alien fingers were their own beings conveniently described as "fingers," while the humanoid fingercreepers were another artificial creation since they and the albinaurics are both first seen in liurnia, and i thought the fingercreepers were the curse left on caria manor to protect it. but i guess they're inexplicably also part of the whole alien finger thing. even though they look human

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Loose In Hogwarts

Characters: Reader, Newt, Niffler, Dumbledore (all platonic)

Warnings: Absolutely none!

Summary: Newt gave you one task - keep an eye on the magical briefcase. And so you did… until the Niffler staged an escape!

A/n: Posting this one early. We could all use a comfort fic today.

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Did you mess up? Yes.

Was it your fault? Well, not entirely.

Nifflers are known to be quite tricky creatures and you had a plan to keep the blue-coated animal in your sights. Newt had expressly advised as much when he left his case of fantastic beasts in your hands.

What you hadn’t expected was a secret deal between the niffler and Newt’s favourite bowtruckle, Pickett.

One distraction was enough for the situation to spiral and now, there was a little thief scurrying about Hogwarts with his companion. You enlisted the help of Newt’s demiguise but when Dougall blended into the air and wandered away, you were on your own to fix the problem.

You passed dozens of students as you crossed the Entrance Courtyard. Thankfully, a few kind smiles and waves were enough to swerve by them without suspicion. You walked through the large doors and past the Great Hall, then up some short steps to the Grand Staircase.

Pausing at its base, a flicker of blue caught your eye atop a moving set of stairs but when you focused, you realised that it was only a blue ring that was being showcased by a Ravenclaw to his friends. A family heirloom, no doubt.

Then another brief blur of blue sparked your attention. It came from the corner of a portrait door as it closed. There was no fuss from the students who had been walking through the passageway but they hadn’t been looking at the ground. And the niffler knew how to sneak around in large crowds.

Following a hunch, you head in the direction of the portrait. A brief glance at the watch on your wrist told you that Newt was still busy in the outer school grounds for another half hour. Usually you wished him luck on his ventures but if the fwoopers chose to give him some grief while he collected their feathers, it wouldn’t be too upsetting right now.

Entering the portrait passageway, you followed the corridor with a keen interest in any trace of a nifflers mark. That’s when you saw a gold galleon on the stone floor that veered off into another corridor - one that you were quite familiar with. A single coin could have been a coincidence but when you came by a second piece of gold, you knew that you were on the right track.

At the end was another portrait who had grown to be friend during your years as a student.

Walking up to the silver frame, you expected to see a wise old wizard reading to his goat while watering his Flitterbloom. But the old man wasn’t there. In his place stood Sir Cadogan, sword brandished and pointing at the plant with suspicion.

“What kind of madman keeps such a deadly thing?” He grumbled.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his misinformation and coughed to announce your presence. The painted knight glanced and then held a hand out in your direction so that you would stop from nearing.

“Halt, brave one. I dare not let you endanger yourself while this beast is here.”

Stepping forward slowly, you tried to help the well-meaning portrait.

“Fear not, brave knight.” Sir Cadogan responded better with flattery. “That’s Flitterbloom, a twin in looks to Devil’s Snare but completely harmless. In fact, it’s docile enough to just be an indoor plant so there is no danger.” You said.

Sir Cadogan took in the information and then lowered his sword with a haughty laugh. “Good thing that I was here then.”

You passed off the silliness and then addressed him properly. “I’m in need to use this passageway, there is a niffler on the loose and-“

“What where?!” Sir Cadogan looked around frantically, sword in session again.

“In the castle,” you corrected and the knight calmed once more. “And I think he may have come this way while you were…” Fighting with an overgrown pot plant, you thought. “…busy.”

The portrait knight sheathed his sword and gave you a deep bow. “As you have helped me, it would be my honour to repay this favour.”

The frame swung forward gently and granted you entry. Stepping through, you found yourself in the corridor to one of your favourite school lessons. But before you could properly reminisce, sitting before a closed classroom door was your culprit calmly stuffing his pouch with a glittering necklace.

Got you.

But it seemed the niffler had heard your feet against the maroon carpet. He stood up in alarm and then made a frantic dash underneath the classroom door, his little body squeezing through until his feet vanished on the other side.

“Absolutely not.” You declared and burst through the doors after him.

Professor Dumbledore was standing at the front of the empty room and setting out various parchments for a lesson.

If he was startled, he didn’t show it. He simply continued his work while he spoke.

“You’re lucky I wasn’t teaching.”

It was true. You hadn’t thought about what would have happened if students saw you barge in like mad-witch escaped from Azkaban.

Humming back, you searched around the room for your thief while Dumbledore was still busy.

“I was thinking of inviting Aberforth for dinner tomorrow night.” He said, opening a drawer and retrieving a few ink pots.

You heard him but with an occupied mind all you managed back was a blunt, “He hates you.”

Dumbledore merely sighed. He closed the drawer and nodded. “He does. But he adores you which is why he’ll agree. Maybe we could bake him some pumpkin pie to sweeten the deal?”

“Filled with lovely gold.” You said softly in your sweetest voice.

Dumbledore was puzzled at the suggestion and finally turned. “Gold? Why-“

Crash!

It was all so fast but he saw you launch into a stack of books, sending bound covers all over the floor. He would have reprimanded you had the sight not been so comedic.

Dumbledore crossed his arms, a small laugh tugging at his mouth as he watched you recover and then leap over and under desks after something that was much faster.

“Is something wrong?” He wondered curiously.

“Wrong?” You huffed and stood up abruptly. Hair slightly dishevelled, you combed your fingers through it to set it in place while your eyes darted around for any glimmer of gold or a blur of blue. “Nothing’s wrong. Does it seem like it’s wrong? Why would you ask that?”

Dumbledore cleared his throat to stop himself from laughing outright at your attempt to lie. “No reason. You just seem a little distracted is all.” He said.

You sulked a little and grumbled. “Distractions got me into this mess.”

“And what mess is this?” Dumbledore asked innocently.

Catching yourself, you changed topic quickly. “Nothing of import. Do you really think that pumpkin pie will lure your brother into having a family dinner? Shouldn’t you talk to him like a normal person?”

Dumbledore leaned against the desk with a smirk. “Have you considered not diving headfirst into ancient texts that I carefully organised?”

You winced and looked at the mess in the corner. Oops.

You had no excuse for that incident but you could have sworn there was blue tail peeking out. Although the mess was preferable to the one Dumbledore was trying to start with his brother.

Who uses pie to ensnare themselves an invitation to dinner? He may as well - wait.

Ensnare… to trap.

Quite suddenly, an idea popped and you snapped your fingers at the wizard, eyes-wide with a plan sewing itself together.

“That’s it!” You exclaimed. Rushing over, you gave him a tight hug that almost toppled him over had he not hugged back. “You’re the best.”

This time Dumbledore laughed in kind, simply happy to be of assistance. Releasing him, you made a heading for the door. Reaching out an arm over a vacant desk, you gestured with your head. “Let’s go. I have an idea.”

In a small shimmer, a demiguise made itself visible for a few moments. It reached for the arm and climbed until it was comfortably perched atop your shoulder. With a small glance around the room, it looked at the professor before returning to full invisibility as you walked out.

Dumbledore watched the door close and pulled out a small candy from his pocket. He unwrapped it and placed the treat in his mouth. He then passed the golden wrapper into the waiting hands of the runaway niffler who had climbed atop the desk and taken to hiding behind the man.

~ Masterlist here ~

[kissandtellus]

ㅤ✧ welcome ࿐ ˚. This is a list of all of my stories, one-shots & everything in-between!

★ Love & Deepspace

┇Zayne

⊹ ˚ ❥ Fate Foretold

⊹ ˚ ❥ Aftercare

⊹ ˚ ❥ Study Session

⊹ ˚ ❥ Deep Sub-Space

⊹ ˚ ❥ Brat Tamer

⊹ ˚ ❥ Revenge is Best Served Cold

⊹ ˚ ❥ Clinical Cycle

⊹ ˚ ❥ Something to be Praised For

⊹ ˚ ❥ Good Girl

⊹ ˚ ❥ Smart Enough

⊹ ˚ ❥ Doctor’s Orders

⊹ ˚ ❥ In Sickness…

⊹ ˚ ❥ Be Patient, Dr. Zayne is Here

┇Xavier

⊹ ˚ ❥ Broadway Bunny

┇Caleb

⊹ ˚ ❥ Bite the Hand That Feeds

⊹ ˚ ❥ I’ve got my Eye on You

⊹ ˚ ❥ Glass Wall

⊹ ˚ ❥ The View

⊹ ˚ ❥ Deep Sub-Space

⊹ ˚ ❥ Let me show you

⊹ ˚ ❥ At Attention

⊹ ˚ ❥ Mile High Club

⊹ ˚ ❥ Misunderstanding

⊹ ˚ ❥ Flight Plan, Ch. 1, Ch. 2

⊹ ˚ ❥ Warning, Bite Risk, Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5

⊹ ˚ ❥ Prepare for Takeoff

⊹ ˚ ❥ Grindin’ Gears

⊹ ˚ ❥ The Simple Things

⊹ ˚ ❥ Baby Mama, this your song

┇Sylus:

⊹ ˚ ❥ True Treasure, Ch. 1, Ch. 2

⊹ ˚ ❥ Picnic Date

⊹ ˚ ❥ Snared, Ch. 1, Ch. 2

⊹ ˚ ❥ Brat Tamer

⊹ ˚ ❥ Let me show you

⊹ ˚ ❥ Trapped

⊹ ˚ ❥ Good Girl

⊹ ˚ ❥ A Bullet a Day

⊹ ˚ ❥ Shifting the Blame

⊹ ˚ ❥ My Dragon

⊹ ˚ ❥ Caught Ya

┇Rafayel:

⊹ ˚ ❥ A Prince & His Knight

⊹ ˚ ❥ A Lemurian Gesture

⊹ ˚ ❥ Fractured Ecstasy

⊹ ˚ ❥ Sacrificed

⊹ ˚ ❥ Lemurian Nights: Omegaverse Version

┇All Characters:

⊹ ˚ ❥ ‘My Current Boyfriend’ Prank

⊹ ˚ ❥ Unexpected (Pregnancy Reaction)

⊹ ˚ ❥ One Call Away (Your Emergency Contact)

⊹ ˚ ❥ Perfect (When you are insecure)

⊹ ˚ ❥‘Shut up Mom’ Prank

⊹ ˚ ❥ Bounce It (Caleb, Zayne, Sylus)

⊹ ˚ ❥‘Into the Slick of it: LADS Omegaverse

⊹ ˚ ❥‘Schlick, Schlick, Hooray!’ LADS Omegaverse, Heat Version

─── ★ ──────────────

★ MHA

┇Kirishima

⊹ ˚ ❥ Damsel in Distress

┇Bakugo

⊹ ˚ ❥ Scenting

⊹ ˚ ❥ Brat Taming

┇Aizawa

⊹ ˚ ❥ Dumb Little Thing

┇Shinso

⊹ ˚ ❥ Brat Taming

───★──────────────

★ JJK

┇Gojo

⊹ ˚ ❥ Lap Dog

⊹ ˚ ❥ Shifting the Blame

┇Geto

⊹ ˚ ❥ Lap Dog

┇Nanami

⊹ ˚ ❥ Give me another, Sweetness

┇Toji

⊹ ˚ ❥ Crybaby

───★──────────────

★ Solo Leveling

┇Sung Jinwoo

⊹ ˚ ❥ Stolen Valor

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[thebenjiblackwoodexpress]

Masterlist

Just two sisters in love with Aeron Bracken and Davos/Benjicot Blackwood. Thank you to everyone who reads our stories. We really appreciate every like, reblog and comment :)

Benjicot Blackwood

The Blackwood Knight (Completed series)

Benjicot Blackwood x female reader

Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 (Finale)

Love is like the rose thorn (Benji x modern female reader oneshot)

Aeron Bracken

Jump then Fall (Completed series)

Aeron Bracken x female reader

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 (Finale)

Star Crossed (Aeron x female OC Cinderella retelling)

Gwayne Hightower

Delicate (Gwayne Hightower x reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Aemond Targaryen

Devil's Snare~ Aemond x handmaiden reader

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Jacaerys Velaryon

Snowdrop~Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader (Snow White inspired)

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Aegon Targaryen

Fire on Fire~ Aegon Targaryen x Reader (Rhaenyra's daughter)

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[gauntlyt]

imagining accompanying my prince to a gala, some lavish and overwhlemingly busy party, a hell of a lot even for many a noble. I trail behind him like the loyal knight I am while he socialises, chatting with lords and ladies, doing my best to avoid the flow of bodies and the flicker of eyes. when he looks back at me its clear I wish I had my helm to cover my face, as then perhaps if I stood very still I could be mistaken for an empty suit of armour, a decoration. no such luck.

a while into the festivities he politely excuses himself, steps out of the hall, and of course I follow. he doesn't slow, ignoring my quiet concerned "my lord?"s and "sire?"s, until we are cloistered alone.

"you looked like rabbit with a foot in a snare back there."

heat rushes to my face. "apologies, my lord."

he touches my chest, tracing the engravings of my breastplate.

"these people bore me." he did not seem bored.

"sire?" I see what he's doing, and I ask for assurance out of disbelief.

he scans the corridor before leaning in, cradling my face, and kissing me on the mouth. I am surprised, as I am each time he kisses me, but I do not resist. how could I possibly resist?

"the library is around the corner." he grins devilishly, not straying far from my mouth. "it will be empty at this time of night, especially with all that raucous in the great hall. I'm sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves in there instead."

"are you sure?" my voice is tight as he slides a hand beneath the hem of my chainmail, grazing over my codpiece. his soft fingers are so warm, and even the lightest tease of a touch is a bellows to my fire. he only grins wider, teeth glinting in the low light.

"if I have to order you to relax, sir knight, I will do—and I know you dare not disobey."

[vivaiavidapasta]

Hello I would love to hear your bigass theory on Eternal Sugar Cookie??

Okay quick disclaimer: WILD speculation based on my weirdass brain and myth references. Long ass theorycrafting under the cut

I really feel like she’s going to be targeting Hollyberry on Motherhood, especially since her minions look a lot like the Eros and Psyche myth with her as Aphrodite and all the fertility/baby imagery.

My original reaction ngl was SHADOWSUGAR???

The snakes, the eyes, the blue, the damn diamonds, etc…

But now as I think of it, these might only be surface level ties to him in order to hint to the audience that she’s operating under deceit right now. She’s deceiving Hollyberry and snaring her. Deceit has been established to have a blue color so this is just color association happening.

However there is one shadow milk parallel that I can’t fucking stop thinking about….

The Eros cookie. Notice his hair, note how he might be a milk/cream/yogurt cookie. Is this kid?probably not lol but he might be a parallel. After all, is the arrow of Cupid not also a tool of both truth and deceit? But who’s the second minion?

Oh how cute she’s a little butterfl-

Wait… is that silver armor? Is this a former silver tree knight? You know WHO ELSE is theorized to be a former silver tree knight? Yes SILENT SALT.

ARE THESE TWO A SHMILK AND SSALT PARALLEL???

IS THIS STRAWBERRY BITCH CANDY APPLE AND BLACK SAPPHIRE’S LONG LOST SIBLING??? (Joke)

Was Psyche cookie here tricked? Seduced into paradise? What do this say about the implications of Shadow milk and Silent salt’s relationship?

For those who doubt these two aren’t foreshadowing for the next beast:

HELLO WIFE

[fallenbutterfly-nemesis]

Zora Ideale x reader

“Id let the world burn.. let the world burn for you”

Fluff (sweet sweet romance).

Tw: battle

In the kingdom of Clover, nestled deep within a shadowy forest, a secluded hideout glowed faintly beneath the star-lit sky. Zora Ideale was leaning against the moss-covered walls, arms crossed, a familiar smirk on his face as he looked at Y/N.

"You really think you’re cut out for this, huh?" he teased, his eyes flickering with mischief. Despite his taunts, there was a sharpness to his gaze—a certain intensity that told Y/N he was dead serious.

Y/N met his gaze, unwavering. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

The mission they’d taken on was nothing short of reckless. A powerful rogue mage was terrorizing a nearby village, his fire-based spells blazing through crops, homes, and people without mercy. Rumor had it he’d mastered a rare form of destructive magic, one powerful enough to incinerate entire landscapes in seconds. The Magic Knights hadn’t been able to get close to him, but Zora, with his traps and cunning, had a plan—one that might be crazy enough to work.

Zora pushed himself off the wall, studying Y/N with an almost begrudging admiration. “Alright, then. Just remember, this guy doesn’t play nice. If things get bad, I’m not dragging your charred remains out of there.”

Y/N rolled their eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

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The night of the mission was darker than any they’d seen, the air heavy with an ominous energy. The village lay in ruins, embers glowing like fallen stars. The rogue mage stood in the center, flames swirling around him as if he commanded hell itself.

Zora and Y/N crept through the shadows, moving in sync as they approached. Zora’s traps were already laid out, hidden in the soil, branches, and rocks that surrounded the mage. The plan was simple: draw him into the traps, wear him down, and neutralize his fire magic before he could set the entire forest ablaze.

As they edged closer, the mage’s voice echoed across the field. “More vermin? Don’t you know this kingdom is destined to burn?” He raised his hands, summoning pillars of fire that twisted into the night sky.

Another rogue mage emerged from the shadows, flames dancing in his hands as he sneered at them. “More sacrifices to the fire? Pathetic,” he spat, raising his hands as a wall of flame surged forward.

“Guess he’s not big on friendly chats,” Zora muttered. He caught Y/N’s eye, nodding subtly. “You ready?”

Y/N gave a fierce grin, hands sparking with their own magic. They dashed forward, sending a blast of energy toward the mage, a distraction just as Zora’s first trap exploded beneath him, sending flames scattering.

The mage stumbled, and for a brief moment, surprise flashed across his face. He steadied himself, snarling. “You think a few cheap tricks are going to stop me?”

“Oh, these aren’t just any cheap tricks,” Zora called, smirking. He moved swiftly, his traps surrounding the mage like a net tightening around its prey. Each step the mage took was another explosion, another snare drawing him in, slowing him down.

But the mage was relentless, his fire blazing brighter and hotter with each step. “If I’m going down,” he growled, “I’m taking all of you with me. Ill burn this place down!!”

In that moment, he released a massive wave of fire that scorched the ground, threatening to overtake them. Y/N shielded their face, heart pounding as the flames closed in. They glanced at Zora, who was already muttering under his breath, cursing the mage’s raw power.

“Got any last ideas?” Y/N shouted over the roar of the flames.

Zora grinned, his eyes glinting. “Just one.”

With that, he unleashed a final trap—a massive sigil he’d crafted from all his remaining power, one designed to absorb and reflect magic. The fire turned back on the mage, who stumbled in shock as his own flames engulfed him.

The firestorm subsided, the mage’s screams fading into silence. Zora panted, wiping sweat from his brow. He turned to Y/N, who was breathing heavily but very much alive.

“Told you we’d make it,” he said, his smirk softer this time.

Y/N laughed, exhaustion catching up with them as they gazed at the smoldering ruins of the village. “Yeah. But let’s not make this a habit.”

Zora chuckled, glancing out over the burnt land, his expression uncharacteristically thoughtful. "Maybe we can’t save everyone. But at least, tonight, we stopped one more from letting the world burn to a crisp."

Y/N met his gaze, understanding the unspoken weight in his words. They both knew that, as long as people like that rogue mage existed, they’d be fighting to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves.

In the stillness of a smoky battlefield, embers floated through the darkening sky, casting a soft glow across the destruction. Zora Ideale and Y/N stood side by side, shoulders brushing as they faced the chaos ahead. The village behind them was in ruins, and the rogue mage responsible was lurking somewhere beyond the haze, a figure in the distance draped in shadow and power.

Zora’s usual cocky smirk was absent, replaced with a focused intensity that seemed almost out of character. He was rarely one to get sentimental, but right now, as he looked at Y/N, something inside him shifted. He couldn’t quite place it, but there was a strange, fierce protectiveness that had been growing with each passing day, each mission they’d taken on together.

Y/N shook their head, soft look etched on their face. “You really think I’d leave you there alone?”

Zora gritted his teeth, glancing away as though he could hide the faint hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “Don’t be stupid. This isn’t about heroics. It’s about surviving.”

Without a second thought, Zora pushed Y/N behind him, raising his own traps as a shield, his anti-magic arrays sparking to life. The flames struck his magic circles and dispersed, but the impact was strong enough to make him stumble. He glanced back at Y/N, a strange fire in his own gaze. From the other mange that they seemingly forgot about.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice thick with an edge Y/N had never heard before. “I know you want to stay. I get it. But I’d let the world burn before I let anything happen to you.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his words. They’d seen Zora angry, bitter, and mischievous, but they’d never seen him like this—like he was willing to set everything around him ablaze if it meant keeping them safe.

“Zora…” Y/N began, but he cut them off, stepping forward and raising another set of traps around the rogue mage, boxing him in.

“I’m not leaving you to handle this alone,” Y/N insisted, standing at his side, their own magic flaring in the dim light.

He shot them a quick, hard look, but there was something else there—something raw and unspoken. “Fine,” he muttered, “but you stick with me, understand?”

Together, they charged, weaving through flames and traps, their powers combining in perfect sync. The rogue mage screamed, thrashing against Zora’s traps and Y/N’s attacks, but he was growing weaker, his flames dimming. But as he fell back, he unleashed a final, massive blast of fire—a desperate move to take them all down with him.

Time seemed to slow as Zora turned to Y/N, eyes fierce and wild. He knew this blast could wipe out everything, and if it came to it, he was ready to shield them, to stand in the flames and keep them safe even if it meant sacrificing himself.

But Y/N met his gaze with a look just as intense. “Together,” they whispered, their hand finding his.

The firestorm hit, but with Zora’s last trap and Y/N’s barrier, they managed to deflect it just enough to survive. When the flames finally died down, Zora was breathing heavily, staring at the charred ground, his hand still gripping Y/N’s tightly.

“I wasn’t kidding, y’know,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “I’d let the world burn before I let anything happen to you.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, a small, grateful smile tugging at their lips. “Good thing we’re both a little reckless, then.”

And as the embers faded into the night, they stood together, side by side, knowing that, for each other, they would face any fire, even if it meant watching the world burn.

After the dust had settled and the rogue mage was nothing more than a smoldering memory, Zora and Y/N made their way back to the Black Bulls’ hideout. The journey was quiet, neither of them quite knowing what to say after what had just happened. The intensity of the fight, of Zora’s words, still lingered between them like a charge in the air. It felt like they were walking through sparks, each step building toward something they both felt but hadn’t acknowledged aloud.

By the time they reached the Black Bulls’ base, the rest of the squad was asleep, and the hideout was dark and quiet, save for the occasional flickering candle lighting the hallways. Zora led Y/N to a secluded corner of the base, somewhere away from prying eyes, somewhere only the two of them would go. The adrenaline of the battle was fading, replaced by an even stronger pull between them.

Zora turned to Y/N, the faint candlelight casting shadows across his face, making his usual smirk softer, almost vulnerable. His eyes locked onto theirs, and he reached out, brushing his fingertips over a stray bruise on their cheek from the fight. His hand lingered there, his thumb moving softly along their skin, his gaze intense.

“You really had me worried back there,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I meant what I said, you know…about letting the world burn for you.”

Y/N looked up at him, their breath hitching at the way he was looking at them—so fierce, so raw, as if they were the only thing in the world. Slowly, they reached up, placing their hand over his, feeling the warmth of his skin against theirs.

“Zora…I know,” they replied, their voice equally quiet, as if afraid to break the tension hanging between them.

Without thinking, Zora leaned in, his breath warm against their skin. “You have a way of getting under my skin, you know that?”

Y/N gave a small, teasing smile. “Guess that makes two of us.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. In an instant, Zora closed the distance, his lips capturing theirs in a kiss that was intense and full of unspoken words, a release of everything they’d been holding back. The kiss was fierce, but gentle, his hands finding their way to their waist, pulling them closer, as if he couldn’t bear for even an inch to separate them.

Y/N responded with equal fervor, fingers tangling in his hair as they pressed closer, losing themselves in the moment. They’d never seen Zora like this—vulnerable, open, his usual bravado stripped away, replaced with a genuine need that made their heart race.

He pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against theirs, breathing heavily as he looked into their eyes. His voice was rough, laced with something that bordered on desperation. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Y/N…but I don’t care anymore.”

In that quiet, hidden corner of the Black Bulls’ base, they held each other close, letting the walls around them disappear. For once, Zora let down his guard completely, allowing himself to feel, to embrace the connection that had been building between them all this time. It wasn’t just about the fight, or even the fact that they’d survived. It was about the way they’d found something worth protecting, something worth risking it all for.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, savoring the warmth, the closeness, the way they seemed to fit together so perfectly. And in that moment, in the dim light of the hideout, they knew that no matter what battles awaited them, they would face them together.

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I got bored so heres some ZORAAAA!! Hope you enjoy! Who knows smut maybbe next 🤭

[cookybananas]

It's Been A Long Time Old Friend (Part III) - Unburnt!Darth Vader x Reader

author's note: y'all I'm a liar, but here is the final part! thank you for reading!

summary: where Darth Vader arrives on the planet of Lianna. Only to discover that the Queen of Lianna was once his old flame during his Jedi years. part I: It's Been A Long Time, Old Friend (Part I) part II: It's Been A Long Time, Old Friend (Part II)

The sound of Vader's heavy footsteps were muffled by the lavender colored carpet in your private chambers. He was scanning the room, hoping to find any personal items that belonged to you, especially your lightsaber.

The faint sounds of heels clicking on the marble flooring had become increasingly louder and louder behind the door. Vader picked up your force signature, sensing that it was you getting closer and closer. He was going to confront you for once and for all.

You had bursted through your bedroom doors, frantically searching for something. Vader had hid behind the curtain that was draped behind a large pillar, watching your backside as you rummaged through your closet and drawers.

When you pulled out the last thing you needed in the dresser, your lightsaber. Your ears picked up on an all so familiar modulated breathing. Feeling a breeze of cold air hit you, your blood runs cold as your chest begins to heave.

You couldn't move, you felt the force surrounding you to keep you in your place, it was cold. You knew it was him. You weren't sure what to do, you knew you would have to face and fight him, or just run away as fast as you could. You probably had a better chance of surviving if you ran.

You felt your feet leave the ground as you began to float and find yourself slowly rotating around as you faced the most feared man in the galaxy. Darth Vader.

"Y/N L/N, Jedi Knight of the Galactic Republic. Your former master was Master Yoda. You fought alongside General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker did you not?" Your eyes widen at his words, your jig was up. How could he possibly know this about you?

"I-I have no idea what you're saying." You mustered out, he was going to kill you now, you could sense it.

"My dear Y/N, you were never a good liar." Vader said, taking small steps towards you as you were suspended in the air with the force. "Your thoughts are loud... I do not have the intention on killing you."

"Yeah? And how would I know for sure you won't pull a fast one on me." You retorted. Vader turned his head towards you, his red lens boring into your eyes now.

"Search your feelings my love. I could never hurt you." Vader's voice soften as he raised his gloved hand toward you, touching the scar on your cheek. The scar you had gotten back in the arena on Geonosis, just when the Clone War had broke out.

"A-Anakin...?" You whisper under your breath, trembling underneath his touch. "N-No, it, it can't be!" Shaking your head profusely, hoping he would remove his hand from you.

"Out of all the men in the star system, you decided to marry, him?" Vader commented. You were still stunned, trying to imagine that it was your Anakin behind that mask. All of the things you have heard that he had done, Anakin could never commit such deeds. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to process the informational at once.

"I didn't have much of a choice... Either I work myself to death while avoiding you and your inquisitors, or this." You responded after collecting your thoughts. "I thought you were gone..." You whispered under your breath, continuing to avoid eye contact with him, but Vader still heard you.

"I have scoured to the ends of the space system the past two years, looking for you. Only to find out, that you had been married to that snob Kairos this entire time." He snared out. You snapped your head up at his words, anger seething through you at his accusation.

"I-I had no choice! You left me. You left us!" You exclaimed, looking at him now. "I thought you died Anakin...I thought you would never return to me."

That had set him off, the both of you were arguing back and forth now. The heartbreak and resentment that had been building up within you was coursing through you, and Anakin could feel it. The more you expressed your anger, the more amusing he found it, never did you become so heated before.

"For a Jedi, you seem to hold a lot of anger." Vader quipped. Your eye twitches at his comment, wanting to slap the hell out of him for all he had done to the Jedi, to Obi-Wan, and to you.

"I am no Jedi...You seem quite ignorant for man who had not realize the damage he had done to those around him." You spat back.

With that, Vader released you from his grip. You landed on your feet in surprise, and now in fear, uncertain on what he was planning to do next.

Vader swiftly removed his helmet. You were taken aback at his appearance. His eyes no longer held their original cerulean-colored pupils, but instead were bloodshot yellow, the color of a Sith's eyes. Despite his eyes, he still looked the exact same all those years ago.

The man whom you saw your future with all those years ago. The man who held you tightly in his arms every night during the war. The man who would promised that he would leave the Jedi order for you, so that you would never have to keep your relationship a secret. The man who had left you in the dust two years ago, with no explanation, nothing to explain his absence.

"Everything I had done, was for you, my love." Anakin said softly, almost sounding defeated. Almost sounding hurt as if you weren't as grateful for what he had done for you, for his empire.

"I didn't want any of it...Anakin, why couldn't you have told me?" Your lips began to tremble, as your eyes began to tear up. "All I wanted, was you, just you Anakin...No empire, no imperial stormtroopers, none of that. Just you."

You were right in front of him now, your hands on his chest plate, as you looked up at him, hoping that there was still some good him. Anakin stared down at you, his face softening at your words and now, you. You felt his tense shoulders relax under your touch.

"Leave the empire, please... We can be together again, we can have a family...There's no Jedi order or anything stopping us." You pleaded, hoping to change his heart selfishly. You were aware of the bloodshed that followed Vader, but now knowing that it was your lover who was behind the mask, you couldn't help but to try and stop any further harm from being done.

"I...I serve the Emperor and his empire now." Anakin huffed out, his voice now monotone. You take a step back from him, shaking your head as you watched the love of your life slip away from you and into the dark side for the second time.

"Then at least leave Kairos and the Kingdom of Lianna alone." You bargained, praying that nothing would happen to this beautiful planet and that Kairos wouldn't have to pay the price for your deeds.

"And leave you with that scoundrel?" Vader responded, unamused and slightly disappointed at your request.

"I-I don't plan on staying here any longer...But all I ask for you, is to not hurt him or this planet." Still begging at your former lover. Shouting was heard outside by the landing platform. You turn your heard in the direction of yelling, running over to the large window that overlooked the landing platform. A squad of stormtroopers were pointing and aiming their blasters at Kairos, Chira, and the pilot. You turn around to look at Anakin, whom hadn't moved an inch.

"Anakin, please. Don't do this." You begged, but you were too late, as the sound of muffled blaster fire was heard outside. Your stomach dropped as you began to tremble in fear, afraid to look out the window to find the bodies of Kairos, Chira, and the pilot laying in their pool of blood.

"I wish things hadn't gone this way." You whispered out, clutching your bag of belongings as you made your toward the door.

"Y/N." Anakin whispered, you stopped in your tracks, your hand just on the door knob. "My love for you, will always remain." You hung your head, biting the bottom of your lip before swinging the door open and darting down the corridor.

Anakin watched as you ran out, the sound of your heels clicking on flooring descended further and further away from him. He took a deep breath before letting out a frustrated sigh, tears forming around his eyes.

He was given a second chance with you, but threw it away for the sake of the empire once again. Perhaps he wanted to give you a chance to live without him, but how could you live freely with the Empire still in power? Already convinced, Anakin believed you would lead a happier life than to be with him, especially with what he has done.

Anakin slowly made his way to the large window where you just were, looking down, he sees Chira and Kairos ushering you onto the ramp before it closed shut. The bodies of the stormtroopers laying lifeless in their pool of blood.

He felt a pair of eyes on him. Scanning the landing platform, Kairos stood there. For just a moment, their eyes lock. Kairos had an unreadable expression as he analyzed the Sith lord's face. Anakin stared down at him, anger bubbling within him, but he was reminded of your wishes to let this planet be.

In the distance, your ship jumps into light speed and disappears out of the planets atmosphere. A tear rolls down Anakin's cheek, he decided to put back his helmet back on before making the decision to leave this planet.

-

author's note: thank you for reading and your support! I know the final part and ending seems rushed, but I wanted to get the finale out so I can upload my other works.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

The past is not dead (you buried it while it still breathed)

hope here needs a humble hand - series masterlist here

pairing: platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic batfamily x reader

length: 1.8k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy (hopeful) ending

warnings: Bruce is,,,, not so perfect here, it's post Jason's death so uuh it's kinda about that, Timmy's also having issues, also he's robin rn, there's just a lot here but it's like the early days and things are gonna get better ya know

a/n: you would not believe the week I had to drag myself thru before writing this lmao

Tim is spinning around in the chair used for the Batcomputer when you come into the Cave, pulling your mask off and tossing it somewhere as Batman, himself, follows after you. He doesn't remove his cowl, content to fight with you while he keeps himself masked - hidden away. Tim can't find it in him to be surprised.

"You can't do that," you say to Batman, pointing a finger to his chest. "You can't just chase after me all night and step in to save me every time you think something might be going wrong." Tim stops spinning as he stares at the two of you, at Batman towering over you. You're good at pretending you're not afraid, he's realized. But no one's quite good enough when they're up against the Dark Knight.

"You don't tell me what I can and can't do," is Batman's only response. 

"This is my life, Bruce. My job. Not yours. You don't get to take this from me," you push back. He crosses his arms over his chest and Tim shifts in his seat.

"I'm not taking anything from you," Batman responds, and his voice is enough that you shift your weight on your feet, like you're trying to stop yourself from taking a step back, away from him. "This is my city. You are my responsibility. If you go out there and act recklessly, you'll be taking this from yourself. Do you understand that?" There's a part of Tim that feels he should leave, Batman's raising voice thundering through the Cave. This isn't really a conversation he wants to witness - it isn't a struggle he feels he should be part of. But mostly, he thinks that moving will get him caught, and he can't help but feel a bit like a rabbit caught in a snare that wasn't meant for him. Tim pulls at the fabric of his pants, rubbing a hand over the Robin insignia on his chest, and feels sort of like he's someone he shouldn't be. 

"I don't need a keeper," you bite back. "I need you to let me do my job - I need you to let me take care of myself."

"Then why are you here?" This time, you do take a step back, letting his words cut you. "Why are you part of this family, then?"

"Am I, Bruce? Am I really?" This time, Tim does let himself slouch down in the chair a bit, your own yells bouncing around the Cave. "Is that what you call a family? A bunch of strays you pick up off the streets because it makes you feel like a hero?"

"You need to stop," Batman presses, his voice loud enough to drown out yours, reaching forward to put his hands on your shoulders. "You need to let me -"

"I don't need to -"

"You need to let me take care of you, Jason -"

That, of course, is enough to make everyone freeze, your eyes wide as you and Tim both stare at Batman's heaving shoulders and the tight grip he has on you. You're sure his knuckles are turning white with the way he's holding onto your shoulders, but you make no move to stop him.

"I'm not… Jason, Bruce. He's… gone," you say gently, and something about it rips Bruce out of whatever state he was in, his hands pulling away from you as he takes a lurching step back. 

"Bruce -" you start, but he's already fleeing, his cape covering him as he turns and, before you or Tim can say anything, he's disappeared out of the Cave and back towards the streets of Gotham.

"I almost feel bad for the criminals he'll find tonight," Tim says - a desperate attempt to break the silence. You wince as you consider it, but shoot Tim a small smile, nonetheless, as you walk over to him. Sitting up on the desk next to the computer, you let your legs swing back and forth as you watch him, his hand absentmindedly rubbing over the Robin insignia painting his chest as he stares at where Bruce had just been.

"It's not your fault, Tim," you say quietly. He looks at you like you've just shot him.

"I didn't say it was," he splutters. You nod.

"I know. But… it's still nice to hear, sometimes, isn't it?" You ask. Tim pauses his hand's movement, bringing it away from his chest to grip onto the chair arm, instead.

"It's not… it's not your fault, either," he points out, and the chair arm creaks under the weight of his grip. "It's not your fault."

For his sake, you pretend to believe him. You hope you're a better liar than he is, just this once.

It's days before you see Batman again, the two of you flickering by each other like shadows, indistinguishable from the backgrounds of the dark corners you belong in. You're sure he's still around, sure he's still tracking you and making sure you stay in line. You're also sure you still don't like it.

You wonder if he's watching you the night you stumble into Red Hood, the cases you're working on tangling your paths together as you stare at him across the docks. His gun is in his hand, and you wonder, a bit abruptly, if he'll shoot you when you get in his way. 

"Thought the Bowery was your corner, Hood," you say cautiously, eyeing him under your mask. The moonlight above you ripples down between the clouds, casting shards of light onto your hidden faces. "You're a long way from home."

"Could say the same about you," he spits, his hand tightening on his gun. You shift your weight, bracing yourself for whatever fight this might turn into. "You're a bird flying too far from the nest."

"It's not my nest," you say back too quickly, and you wince internally at how directly his snub hurt you. "I'm not a Robin - as you can see through that helmet, I hope. These docks have known me longer than Batman has."

"Yea, but he owns you now, doesn't he?" Red Hood drawls, trying to push you - trying to bait you. You grit your teeth together. 

"And he doesn't own you?" You quip back. "You really think you're free of him?" He huffs at that, spinning his gun in his hand as he leans back on his heels.

"Yea, go on," he snaps. "Keep talking. See where that smart mouth gets you around here." "Are you threatening me?" You push. He slides his gun into his holster.

"I don't think I need to," he shrugs. "It'll catch up to you without my help." You sigh, ever so slightly, letting yourself relax a bit, letting the possibility of a fight cool from your mind. Red Hood pauses, the white eyes of his helmet staring through you. There's a drop to his shoulders, a heaviness to him that makes you wish you could see his face. You wonder if he would ever really shoot you - and then you feel a bit nauseous for ever thinking he would.

"I'm just saying," you push on, suddenly wishing you knew how to make peace - wishing your hands knew how to extend an olive branch. "The past doesn't die just because you bury it, Hood. Either dig it up, yourself, or it'll climb out of that grave on its own."

"Excuse me?" He bites back. You hold your hands up in surrender, already stepping back as you begin to let yourself disappear into the shadows behind you. 

"Hey, it's up to you," you say. "But… you know. Start running now, you'll never stop, right?"

Red Hood stands on that dock for longer than he cares to, after that - after you leave, disappearing in a way that feels an awful lot like running away. His ears ring as your words play over in his head, as he thinks of the boy who died and the thing that came back in his place. He wonders if you take your own advice, ever, then scoffs, kicking at a rock as he turns to leave. 

It's not running away, he tells himself. The boy I was is dead and the thing I am now might as well be.

You do go home that night - eventually, creeping back into the Cave. You're not sure if you expected Bruce to be sitting there, cowl resting by the desk as he stares at the Batcomputer. You're not sure if you're really surprised that he's tracking you up on the screen, having been following your movements all night. 

"You need to loosen your grip, Bruce," you say firmly standing behind him. He doesn't turn in his chair to face you.

"I won't have another one of you die because of me. I won't fail you like that." His words make you sigh as you reach a hand up to rub the back of your neck. 

"You won't have the chance to fail us if you keep pushing us away," you point out. This time, Bruce does turn in the chair, looking up at you where you're now standing in front of him.

"I met Jason tonight," you say honestly, your eyes searching him for any kind of reaction.

"I know," is Bruce's response, though. You roll your eyes.

"Does anything happen in this city without you knowing?" 

"No, that's the point," he says. It's as close as he gets to joking and you recognize it for what it is and what it isn't. An outstretched hand, but not an apology. A plead for peace, but nothing more. 

"If you want to talk about failing your Robins, maybe pay some attention to Tim," you point out. He stiffens.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm just saying," you rock back on your heels, glancing over at where Jason's Robin uniform is encased in glass, a constant memory of the one Batman couldn't save. "You wouldn't want him to, ah, fall through the crack, so to speak. Slip through your fingers - you know what I mean."

Bruce stares at you hard after that, his arms crossed. You hold your hands up in surrender and wonder if he knows how much of himself is in Jason's demeanour, in his life, still.

"I'm not going back out there tonight, so," you gesture to the Batcomputer as you walk away, "you know." He doesn't respond and you don't wait for him to, slipping away from him and up towards the Manor. As you glance back on your way out, though, you can't help but notice him still staring intently at the screens, his profile on Red Hood up while he tracks the vigilante across the city. You wonder if Jason knows how much Bruce loves and misses him - and then you wonder if Bruce, himself, has realized it at all.

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Hiiii worstie ❤️

[syndrossi]

Clearly, my obsession with Resonant has reached problematic proportions. I have written you a fic of a fic!drabble that was originally going to be something short and cute because Rhaegar having a bad hair day was hilarious to me, but somehow it turned into an angsty disaster instead. 😅

Alas, here you go:

"It's not that bad," Jon says, though the doubt in his voice is unlikely to leave his brother with much confidence that he's telling the truth. Jace knows, because he would never have believed it if Luke had told him his hair looked okay while sounding like that.

As expected, Rhaegar twists around in his seat, mouth turned down at the corners, and a fierce glare in his eyes. Jon takes a half-step back and quickly adds, "I'm sure Dae... Father can fix it."

It being the state of Rhaegar's hair. There'd been an... accident while playing, and... well. Jace thinks that things like this are why Father insists on keeping his and Luke's hair short, even when Mother talks about having them grow their hair out instead of keeping it "manageable".

"No," Rhaegar says, and there's something in his voice that Jace has never heard from him before. "I can fix it."

Rhaegar has long hair like Aegon and Aemond and Uncle Daemon, but even though it's straight and silky like theirs (like Jace's mother's hair, and grandmother's, but not like his father's), apparently it's still capable of tangling like curly hair.

Tangling a lot even. To the point where Jace isn't sure if the braid Rhaegar had had it in earlier is technically still there or not. He thinks the red ribbon Rhaegar had used for it is gone, at least. Rhaegar's been brushing his fingers through the tangles, but keeps catching on snares and clumps of hair that look like they might be part of a bird's nest, hissing as he goes.

His eyes are rimmed red, Jace thinks. It must hurt a lot.

Jon had tried to help by finding the worst of the tangles, and trying to tug the hairs loose, only for Rhaegar to yelp and pull away. Then Jon started looking upset too, and Jace's tummy twisted at seeing both his new cousins unhappy.

Luke tugs on Jace's shirt and he looks over at his own little brother, who looks worried too. Luke whispers at him, "Should we get Father?" probably because Father is the best when it comes to fixing hair.

Jace looks at their cousins again, at Jon's helpless expression, and at the way Rhaegar is, Jace thinks, maybe, trying not to cry. (He has to try not to cry sometimes too. It's awful, the way everything gets hot and stuffy and like you can't breathe. If that's how Rhaegar feels...)

Jace nods at Luke, and together they walk the few steps they need to get past the private rooms' entryway and tell the kingsguard standing by the door, "We need our Father, please," only for Rhaegar to jump up, almost knocking over his chair and startling both them and the knight.

"No!" Rhaegar says, and then he clenches his fists. "It's okay. Everything's fine. I don't need help."

Maybe he thinks he's going to get in trouble for playing and messing up his hair? Or even that Jace's father will tell Uncle Daemon on them. Suddenly, Jace remembers that they did get in trouble last time because Father told Uncle Daemon they were playing with swords when they weren't supposed to be.

The knight, perhaps sensing that Rhaegar's not being entirely truthful, hesitates in answering while looking carefully at all four of them, and it must be just enough to be the last straw for Rhaegar, because he does something Jace has never seen him do before.

He starts crying.

And they're not quiet tears, but instead they're loud and angry and almost sound painful. Rhaegar pushes off his cheeks with quick, rough palms, like he can make them stop if he presses his hands to his eyes hard enough. He's making choking sounds, and he's sucking air in through his nose, and Jace thinks he's getting even more upset now, maybe because he is crying, which doesn't seem fair. How can you stop crying if you're crying because you're upset that you're crying?

Jon grabs him in a hug, almost knocking Rhaegar backward from the abrupt force of it, and Jace isn't sure if he should go hug Rhaegar too, or if that'd make Rhaegar cry more, or... Rhaegar shoves his face into Jon's shoulder, the crying growing noises muffled as he trembles and shakes.

Luke, still little in a way that Jace and Rhaegar and Jon aren't, tugs at his shirt again, and when Jace looks at him, his eyes are wet, and his bottom lip is quivering. He looks just a moment away from letting out a sob of his own.

Jace would pick him up the way Mother and Father do when Luke cries, except he's too heavy. Instead, he grabs Luke's hand and looks expectantly at the kingsguard knight, whose staring at them all with wide eyes.

"My father, Ser," Jace says again, reminding him, and after the knight jumps into action, he tugs Luke out of the room with him. He doesn't want Luke's inevitable crying to make things worse.

(Jace will find out, much later, after Father and Mother and Uncle Daemon all rush in and Jace and Luke are ushered back to their own apartments, that Rhaegar wasn't really upset about his hair being tangled at all. His mother says that sometimes, if you hold all your big emotions in for too long, they can come out all at once because of something little, like a tangle in your hair, and Jon and Rhaegar have had a lot of big emotions over the past few moons.

Jace is glad when Mother lets him and Luke climb into her bed and stay with her that night. Guiltily, he thinks he's extra, extra glad that she's back from Dragonstone now, kissing his face and running her fingers through his hair in that way that always makes him feel sleepy, singing him and Luke to sleep, even though Rhaegar was crying because his Mother will never come back ever.

Jace doesn't know what he'd do if he lost his mother, but he thinks that he'd probably cry too. As he falls asleep, Mother's voice singing softly next to him getting quieter and quieter, he thinks that if they ask, maybe he wouldn't mind sharing sometimes.)

Oh! Oh, Jaaaace, what an absolute sweetheart. What a great choice for a POV character. (One of my favorite POV principles: choose the character with the least context for the situation.)

His little reflections on how awful it feels when you want to cry but shouldn't breaks my heart because that's the burden of being heir after Rhaenyra. There are times at court where he's not allowed to cry, and that he has to learn this so young... 😭 (The pre-Summerhall!Rhaegar parallels!)

I shouldn't laugh at poor Jon utterly failing at convincing Rhaegar the situation isn't too bad. He knows a hair disaster when he sees one, and alas so does Rhaegar.

And Jace wishing he could pick up Luke to mimic how his parents would comfort him. 😭 And awww, Laenor being the one he believes in for fixing bad hair days!

How much do I love him taking command of the situation to have the Kingsguard send for Laenor? He gets both big brother points and eventual-crown-prince points for that!

And noooo, Rhaenyra's explanation of what happens when you bottle things up, my heart! And Jace noticing how much Jon and Rhaegar hold back. HE IS THE SWEETEST AND MOST OBSERVANT.

And Rhaenyra comforting them, oh. 😭 And Jace understanding that that's why Rhaegar is sad sometimes. (I wonder if he thinks that Jon also misses their mother but is trying to be a good older brother for Rhaegar and hides it.) And basking in those kisses and gestures of comfort all the more--and even being willing to share that comfort. My heart is in tiny shredded pieces.

I am so tempted to write the Daemon companion piece to this, which would be a fic of a fic of a fic. 😂

(Let's not forget poor Jon in all of this, knowing that it's not the hair, the hair is the straw that broke the camel's back. I feel like he must be so relieved when Daemon ultimately comes running, and proud of Jace for taking the initiative so that he didn't have to directly go against Rhaegar's wishes.)

What a treat to read, thank you thank you thank you for sharing it! ❤️❤️❤️ Also, you have me feeling so cruel for leaving the three little Velaryon kiddos alone during the uproar at the castle right now. They are going to be getting the biggest of cuddles from Rhaenyra when she's back. (How awful must she be feeling to be stuck at Dragonstone, away from her babies? We'll find out around ch40, I suppose!)

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

Second night of chunnuka!

As it Should Be by KuroKitty (HaleYes) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,240, sterek)

Stiles comes home from his 18th birthday party at the bowling alley to find a surprise waiting for him in his room.

Or, the one where Derek has no chill.

Daddy. by Krose_16 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,430, sterek)

Stiles smells like someone else. A certain alpha doesn't like it.

Daddy's Boy by Snare - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,822, sterek)

Stiles has been blushing around him all week, sputtering and cheeks going red. It’s only after a pack meeting when Derek finally sees the soft pink lace peaking out from under his waistband.

you're still you by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 7,292, sterek)

[excerpt] Stiles takes a deep breath and follows the pull of their bond to the kitchen. He stops short when he sees Derek sitting at the table. His brows are furrowed with worry and his eyes are closed. But that’s not what makes Stiles’s heart skips a beat.

No, it’s the fact that Derek, his thirty-two-year-old husband, looks half his age now. As in literally half his age. There’s no way that the man sitting in front of him is older than sixteen.

“What the fuck?” Stiles blurts out, and Derek’s eyes shoot open, the chair clattering back as he stands as if Stiles surprised him. And that just goes to show that something is seriously wrong because Stiles has only ever been able to do that when Derek’s stressed and lost in thought. “What the hell happened?”

…or the murder husbands fic that’s mostly sweet while bby Derek takes care of his pregnant mate.

Neither Here Nor There by FelOllie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,083, sterek)

"Yeah." Stiles ran a hand through hair he hadn't washed in days, not since he'd come home from his dad's to find the loft littered with shotgun shells, black blood staining the floor and the heavy scent of wolfsbane cloyingly thick in the air, with Derek nowhere to be found. "We'll get him back. But..."

"What?" Scott asked, crossing the floor to stand before Stiles, lifting a comforting hand to his best friend's shoulder.

Stiles met Scott's eyes, his own orbs glittering with terrified tears. "What if he's just ash by then?"

Bright by thedevilyousay  - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 4,102, sterek)

"The strongest warlock in all the land uses his power to constantly kidnap the princess. Most people believe it’s because he’s in love with her, but they have it all wrong. He’s in love with the knight who always comes to save her."

or

Allison finally lets out all the air that’s been trapped in her lungs to giggle, a noise she quickly tries to cover with her hand. This is all too much though, honestly. Stiles isn’t even dressed, Derek has no idea that the mage only does this to see him, and she suddenly can’t remember if she took the kettle off the fire in Stiles kitchen before walking out here to greet her Knight. She tries to gather herself before she speaks.

Nothing Gory Means No Glory (but baby please don't bore me) by DefNotForWork - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,537, sterek)

“I don’t like them touching you,” he rumbled. “I don’t want anyone else touching you.” He leaned forward, and Stiles’ eyes went wide, thinking for one crazy second that the wolf might be leaning in for a kiss. He stood, frozen in place as Derek pressed in close, chest to chest, dragging his nose and then his stubbly cheek against the corner of Stiles’ slack, shocked mouth, down over his jaw and then to his neck. Stiles recognized it as scenting, but damn did it feel like so much more.

Or

Stiles puts himself in the way of a succubus, gets munched on, Derek talks about his feelings, and then they find true love. Not strictly in that order.

At Peace by RisingQueen2 (FallenQueen2) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,801, sterek)

Stiles spies Derek looking adorably soft and can’t help but go to him.

The End is the Beginning by AClosedFicIsNeverRead - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6,496, sterek)

When Chris returned to the living room, rifle in hand, Stiles – God help him – looked so relieved. 

“Thank you,” Stiles sighed. He sat up and closed his eyes, trying to hold himself somewhat still as he waited to die.

Chris clenched his jaw. Raised his rifle. Aimed with tearful eyes. And pulled the trigger. 

- OR - 

The one where Stiles is bitten and left for dead by a rogue Alpha without anyone knowing, becomes increasingly unstable, and asks Chris Argent to put him down. It doesn't go the way he expected it would...

let the tension seep from your bones by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,510, sterek)

Derek comes home from tracking a rogue alpha that was encroaching on his territory and threatening his town. When he finally fixes the problem and comes back home he finds Stiles crying in the shower. He then does what he can to soothe and help him.

[midnightslurpees]

Prologue

Knight!Steve Harrington x Princess!Reader

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Chapter warnings: No warnings, just a longer introduction into the fic. (800+ words)

A/N: Ahhh. It's finally happening. I've finally started to write my first fic. This little idea of my has been brewing my the back of my mind a while now and thought i would finally write it and share it with others Not to sure how long the overall story will be but i know the plot start to finish. Just hopefully i can find my love of writing trying to get from point A to B

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In a realm far away, a tale unfolds, of hearts entwined, yet fate foretold. Forbidden love, a flame so bright, But destiny's grip, a bittersweet plight. He, a knight with a heart so true, She, a princess with duties to pursue. Their hearts collide, a love untamed, yet an oath was sworn, their love constrained. She, a jewel of a kingdom fair, her hand was sought by a suitor's snare. To wed another, her heart would break, yet it would be for the kingdom's sake. Fate's cruel twist, their love torn apart, the knight felt a pain, like a dagger through his heart. He yearned for ease, a twisted cure, He sought help in magic's allure. The forest answered his desperate plea, offering an elixir to set him free. In his grief-stricken state, he took the forbidden path, Unleashing dark magic, a furious aftermath. His heart turned to darkness, hatred did consume, A pawn in the game, he danced with doom. Once noble and just, he became twisted and vile, He aided the villains, his heart filled with guile. Though this story weaves a tragic thread, I can assure you on how this tale ends. If there's one thing we know for sure, it’s that true love can save us all.

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Teigrod, a kingdom in the north. Centuries have passed since the first stones of the village walls were laid. Inside these walls was a bustling hub of activity and a centre of trade and commerce. Its streets are lined with stone buildings adorned with colourful banners and bustling market stalls. Within there’s a baker, blacksmith, seamstress, apothecary and anything one village would need to get by. At the heart of the kingdom lies a castle. A castle made of stone and built by the family whose blood still lives there to this day.

Behind the castle walls are gardens. Once only for the royals that lived within, it turned into a training ground for the royal guard and a place where the farmers grew more of their crops as the years passed. The back of the gardens has become part of the enchanted woodlands. The kingdom's military strength is evident in the presence of well-trained knights who serve as protectors of Teigrod. Clad in shining armour, they uphold the principles of chivalry and defend the kingdom from external threats. Vines from the woods climbed over these walls to find solace away from what lurks deep within the forest.

As for the royal family, the King and Queen ruled side by side for the last few years. They only ever had one child, Y/N Teigrod, the next in line for the throne. The king and queen would always put the needs of the kingdom before their own and do whatever was best for it. Despite this, they were a highly known family amongst the many kingdoms around and would go to many events and dances and were always the ones to keep the peace.

Teigrod was one of those kingdoms where the kingdom loved their rulers, and the rulers loved them. There never was a real dynamic of peasants and royals, which is why the kingdom flourished as it did. However, not everyone perceived Teigrod in the same light. Azuria viewed the harmonious and inclusive nature of Teigrod as a sign of weakness. It is what love does to you after all. Azuria sat on the other side of the Oerfel mountains and was carved into the brittle stone. A once beloved queen gone meant that only the bitter heart of a king remained and their eldest son.

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Music and laughter erupted throughout the village streets. The scent of wildflowers filled the air as the townsfolk adorned their homes and shops with vibrant garlands and wreaths. Colourful ribbons danced in the breeze, clinging onto doorsteps and street posts in hopes of not flying away. The rhythmic beats of drums and the melodies of flutes filled the air. The sound of ancient hymns echoed throughout the streets. The village square became a stage as the village folk danced, twirled and leaped to the music. The town folks stare at the maypole with their faces flushed with excitement for the day's events. Everyone wore flower crowns or a garland of some sort, embracing the festivities of Beltane.

The same energy was evident throughout the halls of the castle too. You were wandering through the halls, adorned in your regal gown of silk and lace. You exchanged greetings with the castle staff, who were preparing for the day's festivities. The maids scurried about, decorating the halls with vibrant tapestries and floral arrangements, whilst the cooks busied themselves, making delectable aromas waft through the air.

Your eyes darted around the hallways, hoping to catch a glimpse of Robin, your handmaiden. Your footsteps sped up as she ventured down the hall leading to the throne room. In your hand you held a delicate flower crown that you’d woven for Robin using flowers found within the castle garden. As you turned a corner, you collided with a sturdy figure. Your steps faltered, and her eyes met those of honey and moss belonging to the head of the royal guard.

“My apologies, princess”

[tricitymonsters]

DAY 17 - Stuck in a Wall

DAY 17 - Stuck in a Wall

Akello x Reader

Content Warnings: slime tentacle sex, overstimulation, anal, dirty talk, sex with clothes on, biology isn’t real

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Maybe you’re a little too old to go climbing all over the city late at night.  Maybe that’s why you’re snared in a humiliating predicament like a stupid prey animal caught in a trap.  Sprinting up that rotten old staircase in that abandoned duplex had been, it seems, the worst possible thing you could have chosen to do tonight-  Your bodyweight thundering up them had been too much and one of the stairs had crumbled to splinters beneath your feet.  Now your legs are dangling beneath you several feet off the ground while your upper body remains firmly lodged in the staircase.  You’ve already tried squirming, struggling, and kicking but nothing yet has availed you an escape to this horrifyingly humiliating predicament.

“I told you splitting up was a bad idea.”

Your head snaps up to find Akello looking up at you from the bottom of the steps.

“I can handle some stuff on my own,” you fire back earnestly.

“But not rotten stairs, apparently,” he says cooly.  He’s not mad, you can tell by the slight quirk to his full lips, and in fact the way he crosses his arms and moves to get  a better look at you hints that he may be enjoying this.

Something touches your leg just then and it makes you flinch in revulsion and the gasp you let out is loud in the abandoned building.  “There’s something below me!  What is-”

But Akello only chuckles and you realize that he’s directing  a slime appendage to rise off the lower floor and wend its way up your leg, coiling slowly higher.

“Akello what are you doing!?”

“I’m taking a tiny little reward as my thank you for being your knight in shining armor.  I’ll get you out in a second, baby.” he says calmly, though that slightly entertained quirk to his lips only gets more pronounced.

The tentacle is thickening steadily, now feeling like a sturdy limb wrapping around my waist though I immediately start squirming when the tapered end of it starts to push at the waistband of my pants.

“Akello!”

But the last syllable of his name strangles as I make a shocked, undignified noise.  My clothes aren’t enough to keep the tentacle out and it slides frictionlessly across hot skin until it can press between my flanks.  It reshapes itself at Akello’s whim- molding to my body, thickening in some places, and in others-

It’s now pressed all the way between my thighs, though I realize faintly that it has two distinct ends now.  The first is pressing at the front of my pants, filling the fabric awkwardly as it presses against me as though searching.  Understanding hits me like a blow to the face and my whole body jolts like i’ve been electrocuted when I feel the end shift into a concave shape suitable for sucking.  And suck it does.

It envelopes me, undulating steadily to increase pressure and all my nerves light up at once.  The heat that hits me hits with the weight of a speeding freight train and all I can do is gasp stupidly, mouth agape, and vaguely look at Akello with distant, confused eyes.  He just watches, pleased.  The appendage is still shifting, finding room between my tense flesh and my clothes to swell and expand until I feel it press against my tight little asshole.

The thing sucking on me gives a tight pull and my spine arches helplessly.  I’m already at risk of cumming and Akello can tell.  The thing nudging my entrance is small enough to take and without really meaning to, I relax enough to let it penetrate me.

Immediately the dual stimulation is too much and my body moves in confused, whorish throes without my input while Akello works me over effortlessly.  I cum almost instantly but the orgasm doesn’t really stop.  The low throbbing and pulsing just… keeps going with every thrust.

The instant I feel like I can take it, he ups the ante and the thing inside me swells larger, until its girth is filling me to the brim and it’s heavy weight is crushing up against that bundle of nerves inside me.

Then it starts fucking me.  Hard.

I jerk again, clawing at the ground and moaning loudly while I get fucked so hard I can’t think.  Akello clicks his tongue.  “You have such a cute ‘Getting Fucked Stupid’ face.  Poor baby.”

I stare at him open mouthed for a couple second, unable to react, unable to think, unable to do anything but hang there and get absolutely destroyed by rapid fire heaven/hell of double stimulation.  And thought I’ve been in this suspension of pseudo-climax for full minutes now, impossibly, I can feel a fresh orgasm building.  I’m going to cum so hard that there’s not a single other thought behind my blank eyes as I get dragged up to the precipice.  Only that I’m a being of pure need right then incapable of anything but cumming exactly when and how Akello makes me.

[thebenjiblackwoodexpress]

Hello fellow Brokeback Windmill acolytes, Victoria here jumping in to let you know that Part 6 of The Blackwood Knight and part 5 of Jump then Fall will be up later today. I have a new Aemond series planned so will be starting to incorporate some other characters on this blog. It's going to be called Devil's Snare I think and it will be about Aemond and a servant girl in the Red Keep.

Cheeky BTS Ryan pic Elizabeth found. She was deceased after seeing it so I had to post instead 🤭