#tales of fanfiction

[r0botarmsapts]

Title: Queen of Diamonds Characters/Pairings: Raven x Judith Words: 2,400+ Disclaimer: I own this fanfiction but not the characters or game they’re from. Notes: This is a comm for @theguineapig3. Thank you again for providing such good ideas and letting me write it. Some tags: Smut, Fluff, Coming in Pants, Riding, Romance, Winter, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff. Summary: “You surprise this old man by looking like ya came from the heavens, in that gift of an outfit. It was unavoidable.” Raven said it as a matter of fact. Unintentional as it was, his reaction to her new attire left him needing a quick change of pants. However, Judith still stood at the entrance, ensuring the door was locked. Really, it would not have surprised him if she did not plan for it. The look in her eyes did not go unnoticed and if Judith had more up her sleeve, well, he was a gambling man, ready to see what would be dealt.

Judith eyed herself with confidence in the mirror for a final time, pleased with how sexy she looked in her new winter outfit, The shorts were comfortably snug(a little of her butt peaking out, adding to the desired effect to her over-all appearance), the soft red coat hugging her breasts while leaving her curved waist visible, black boots with fur trim laced up to her knees, the look being completed with her hair done in a fresh updo with minimal jewelry and gloves that covered half her hands. A shiver of excitement flowed through the Krityan knowing the boisterous reaction Raven would have for her.

The surprise she had in mind would be welcomed, of that, Judith was certain.

Everything had been timed just right, confirming beforehand Raven would be alone in his room. Really, it had been too long since they had any private alone time- that in mind, along with the festive time of year, that a special gift was in order. Even though the Krityan would be calling the shots today, Judith could already feel Raven’s hands on her skin, mouth against hers and stubble he know to make use of. The memories of those intimate times strong, her own excitement was coming alive, leaving her wanting for him with her heart beating faster in anticipation.

Not wasting any time, the Krityan headed straight away for his room, giving the door a couple of good knocks as soon as she arrived. Raven was quick to answer in an unmasked bored tone of voice. Lips quick to go to a playful, confident smile, that tone of his only confirmed her knowledge her present would be met with opened arms as she went inside, locking the door behind her. This had been so carefully planned and on seeing him, could tell he needed it as she did. There would be no interruptions, not tonight at least, Judith had taken every measure to be certain. “Don’t tell me I caught you when you’re busy.”

Hearing the voice of his angel, it had taken a brief moment to register it was truly her and not his bored mind playing cruel tricks on him like in times before when they were apart. Once it had, his attention was hers alone, paperwork be damned. It had been awhile since they had been together, recent work keeping them too cruelly separated. Ready to see his girlfriend, Raven’s head whipped to look at the door, giving a wide-eyed double take on the spot. “Judy, ya look amazin,” he exclaimed, giving her get up a more thorough look over(his dick becoming fast aroused already). Judith’s shorts leaving little to his imagination, breasts hugged snuggly with a taunting amount showing, her figure complimented brilliantly, her purple hair done in a way Raven had seen from noble women at events.

The Krityan had truly gotten done up coming to see him, looking like a winter goddess sent from above.

Their time apart, her visiting in that attire, what it meant for them both and the rest of the evening, Raven was fast trying to fight a losing battle against his erection.

Too quickly, his green eyes went wide, still trying to hold back what was coming...

“Now, how long has it been~?” Judith spoke with a familiar teasing tone, tossing a wink his way, aware of his visible situation. Hearing him groan with an orgasm while his head went back was another reminder of how long it has been. Judith knew Raven- he would not have been done for the evening on that. The sight of him cumming on her appearance alone tested her patience, the woman ready to go over and get to the main event.

He was weak for her in the best ways.

Raven caught his breath as fast as he could, a bit red in the face, normally having much better control. Getting a look at her again, the playful glint in Judith’s eyes hardly matched the pout on her face seeing Raven become a bit flustered, playing off what had happened.

“You surprise this old man by looking like ya came from the heavens, in that gift of an outfit. It was unavoidable.” Raven said it as a matter of fact. Unintentional as it was, his reaction to her new attire left him needing a quick change of pants. However, Judith still stood at the entrance, ensuring the door was locked. Really, it would not have surprised him if she did not plan for it. The look in her eyes did not go unnoticed and if Judith had more up her sleeve, well, he was a gambling man, ready to see what would be dealt.

“My, my, that was unexpected,” Judith said playfully while sauntering over, straddling Raven, placing an arm around his neck. “I see you really like your present~” With her free hand, Judith poked her finger against Raven’s chest, slowly dragging it downward, drawing out a small moan, “but I wonder if you have anything left for me now.”

A throaty groan slipped from his lips as Judith slid her hand beneath his pants, gripping his messy cock, giving a few teasing pumps. “For you, darlin’, always.” Raven answered with lust in his voice, putting a hand under her coat, resting it on her lower back. How he had missed her being so close, their private time, and it going unspoken he knew Judith felt the same. They were so in tune with one another, it made his heart flutter.

“That’s the answer I wanted to hear.”

She had spoken the words against his ear, voice low and inviting like warm silk. Raven could already feel himself stirring under her actions with no complaint. Only this time he would hold out longer for her, like she deserved.

Raven slid his hand lower, cupping her butt, giving a gentle squeeze after finding how short her shorts really were- part of her butt peaking out, teasing him further even now.

Judith moaned lightly in appreciation of the action, moving to look at her boyfriend in the eyes. Both of them sharing a loving, wanting look only for each other, and in the silence they kissed. Her lips feeling so natural against his own, Raven savored it and intended to show his appreciation.

Eyes sliding shut, Raven knew every inch of her skin, committed it lovingly to memory over their many times together. Each one as cherished as the last. Some in daring spots, others in nights with a room lit by the moon with words and touches only for each other.

For Judith, it was all too easy to let herself get lost in the moment of being alone with Raven, delightfully wrapped around her finger right now, the Krityan having the lead with him following along without question, giving only love in turn. Her own body reacting to the feeling of his calloused hands on her bare skin, moans un-suppressed let loose into their kiss, opening her mouth to invite his tongue in, all the while feeling Raven smiling into it as well, too happy to accept.

Slowly, Judith began to grind in his lap.

Raven groaned, splitting away from their kiss the smallest bit. “Yer really gonna do me in, going like that.”

“I’m certain you’ll manage.” Judith responded along with another slow grind against him.

“Of course. A mans got to appreciate beauty right in front of him.” Raven said in a voice stating a fact with warmth and love mixed in. A special tone, one meant for Judith only.

Going in for another kiss, slower this time, Judith made to start unbuttoning Raven’s shirt. Taking this as the signal to do the same, Raven undid the the belt, then the string that held her top closed. Gentle with the garment, he slid it off of her, setting it aside, noting just how soft it was when it was in his hands, having found personal favorite with the big yellow diamonds that decorated it.

Her top gone, she made quick work of Raven’s shirt, wrapping an arm around his neck, bringing them so close, her breasts pressed against his chest. The skin-to-contact was electrifying: both wanting to be as close as possible, the pent up feelings from their time apart coming out, they had time to make up for.

Judith paused only to get a couple of things from her shorts pocket, with Raven unsurprised and amused. “I see ya came prepared for everything, darlin’”

“But of course~ We have been separated for too long, don’t you think?” Judith replied, preparing Raven’s cock for what was coming next. The Krityan moved quickly, her own desire clear for Raven to see- her nipples erect, breathing changed to a faster pace, lust in her violet eyes.

Judith got the condom on him, running her finger along the sides of his dick, taking in the sweet sound Raven made for her.

Raven took his opportunity to rub circles on her hips, hearing her pleasured groans. He went slower than she did, working his way to her belt. Undoing the thing and then unbuttoning her shorts.

Sliding her shorts down, his green eyes were met with another surprise of seeing her wearing red lacey thong underwear, and getting wet. He swallowed audibly before getting a special grin on his face, pulling Judith into an embrace, her breasts at his face now. “You are determined to kill this old man, aren’t ya?” Raven asked with love entwined in his words.

“Mmm, it’s a good way to go.” Judith teased back, a small gasp coming out suddenly when Raven took one of her breasts to his mouth, kissing, nipping and making good use of his tongue, his hands around her back, rubbing it gently.

Judith held onto him tightly, her hands wandering and rubbing over his back as well, one going up to pull the hair tie from him, wanting to see Raven with his hair down when she rode him hard. It was a sight she would never tire of. Feeling the chuckle from Raven against her skin, she moved to grind against him.

Marks were left on her skin while he pulled her panties down- kissing, sucking and rubbing along her stomach and hips. Loving her as she deserved.

This surprise just for him sent his heart soaring high and filled with his love for her. Judith had become everything to him, and he longed to be with her more and more, craving her presence when they were half the world apart for their jobs.

Her grinding becoming harder, alerted him to knowing Judith was more than ready for the next part, and in truth, so was he. “Getting as impatient as I am?” Raven said, stroking her face. Her head leaning into the touch, their eyes not breaking contact for an instant.

“I am a terrible liar, you know. I am ready to go farther now~” Her voice came out in a loving purr. Her face set to a seductive expression while she lined up his cock with her pussy, moving her hands to his shoulders once she was ready.

The couple filled the room with sounds of their love making. Judith expertly moving her hips, hands gripping tight onto Raven’s shoulders. grinding against him, taking in the warmth of his dick inside her. It sent pleasure through her body that was sorely missed.

“Oh, baby, that’s it!” Raven moaned, his hands back on Judith’s hips, moving down to her butt to give a couple of good squeezes; her sweet pleasured voice sending him closer to another orgasm. He was determined to hold out longer for her this time. Judith did not make it easy for him, however.

Raven moved his hands in massaging motions over her thighs, hips and back. He took time to grope her breasts, give gentle pinches to her nipples, leaving more marks of love on her skin, each gesture earning him music from her lips.

The next few minutes were spent with them making love to one another, about at their respective limits, drops of sweat rolling down their bodies, the love between them clear with each loving word and the mess they were making of each other.

“Oh, Raven,” Judith moaned out, reaching her limit, close to her own orgasm, and judging from how Raven looked beneath her, he was close as well. Really close.

“I know, I’m almost there, darlin’” Raven replied, half moans in between breaths, feeling his orgasm ready any second now. To the beauty above him, he could tell she was ready to have hers too.

They did not always get to do it, but it appeared this evening was a time they could cum together. It was a little too perfect in his mind, but no complaints would come from his lips. Holding on to each other tightly, they came together, each others names moaned out with no care to how loud they sounded.

Judith’s legs were trembling afterwards, Raven kept her close. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, taking in her post-orgasm pleasure, catching her breath, not ready to get up just yet. Being in his arms was a feeling unlike anything in the world for her. A contented smile slid onto her face and she nuzzled into his neck.

Raven was fine having his love in his arms longer. She had gone through a lot to make this happen, and he knew a big romantic gesture was in order for the Krityan. Romance was second nature to him, so taking her out for a grand evening would be doable. Details he could work on later, it would be another welcomed thing to take his mind from the seemingly never ending work that he had to deal with.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better present,” Raven started with a smile. “I’ll make sure to be good this comin’ year too.”

Judith chuckled into his neck.

A while later, the couple were cleaned up with a shared bath, had dinner in his room, then were together in bed. Both with their hair down and Judith cuddled up with her head on his chest, his arms around her.

Judith had already fallen into a sweet slumber. Raven still awake, something big on his mind. It would not change their work schedules, but would be something else to bind them together. A constant reminder they were with each other no matter what or where they were in the world.

Ring shopping came to mind, and the holiday for lovers was coming up in a few short months. The idea was big and heavy, yet it was right. Judith was the love of his life, and Raven hers. They knew.

Raven joined her in slumber shortly after, becoming more content with his decision and knowing he had plans to make.

Grand ones.

[allaboutlov3]

I can’t stop thinking about the discussion James and Regulus must have had when Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. James would smirk at Regulus for a looooong time.

But oh how sweet Regulus comeback was when Harry was chosen as seeker for the quidditch team.

[messrsbyler]

ao3 authors who have no social media are are so mystical. they really be writing and posting some of the most perfectly crafted pieces of media and then disappearing without a trace

[themotherofhorses]

his handmaid's tales (masterlist)

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

For his twentieth nameday, Queen Alicent had gifted her second son his very own handmaid. “He is the only of my children not to have one. I’d like for her to be sweet and devoted and quick on her feet, a girl who will swear her undying loyalty and service unto him and his needs,” she had declared. We’re to believe Prince Aemond graciously accepted this gift, much to the delight of the queen. But Queen Alicent herself never expected pure and true romance to blossom. So smitten was the prince with this girl, the pretty bastard daughter of a serving wench from Harrenhal (as Mushroom claimed). Towards the end of 130 AC, Prince Aemond had taken his handmaid as his bedmate, and later sired all three of her children. Any hour away from his dragon was spent in the company of his “sweet girl”, as he soon dubbed her. These are the tales of their love story.

"i am looking for a maid, preferably one of eight-and-ten...a young handmaid for my second son, aemond."

aemond realizes he’s fallen in love with his handmaid five months later as he stands outside his bedchamber.

“please,” aemond begs, keeping you flush against him as he nuzzles your breasts. “allow me to make love to you, sweet girl.”

“she is pregnant.” his queen mother’s palm slams heavily down on the dark council table, loud as a thunderclap. “she is pregnant! aemond!”

“she’s a bastard—‘innit the truth, mother?”

lucerys velaryon witnesses a moment he should've never laid eyes upon.

cassandra baratheon dreams of prince aemond. the same cannot be said for prince aemond himself.

intimate moments:

bath time

against his desk

practice

others:

flowers and courting

mother's day special

hair braiding

family picnic

sfw headcanons

handmaid!reader tag

[bastart13]

So, funny thing! My sister and I watched Wish about two weeks ago and in that time she rewrote it as a novel, but better!

We both saw a lot of fairy tale potential in Wish which was unfortunately wasted by the hand of Disney's corporate meddling. My sister, who's written several novels at this point, tried her hand at fleshing out the fairy tale and the characters and she did such a good job!

The first two chapters are up on AO3, with more to come soon!

[mothfables]

Legend sniffled. Today was awful. Everything hurt, and all he wanted was to lie down and sleep for as long as possible. Preferably wrapped in as many blankets as he could get his hands on. Hands that were currently shaking too hard to even set up his bedroll.

They’d stopped for the night, and Legend could hear the others getting ready for dinner. He sniffed again, giving up on his bedroll, and instead wrapped his arms around himself as he stumbled over to his brothers.

Twilight paused in his conversation with Warriors when Legend appeared and pressed himself against the rancher’s chest. The younger boy grasped at his shirt with shaking hands and Twilight didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his brother. Then he lowered the both of them to the ground, holding Legend as he trembled.

“Shh, shh, I gotcha,” he murmured, running a gentle hand through soft pink hair. Legend hiccuped and pressed closer.

Suddenly he was dissolving into black particles and Twilight panicked, scrambling to grab onto him as the other hero shrunk before his eyes. He could hear his brothers shouting as Legend seemed to disappear before their eyes, then shocked silence when the twilight magic dispersed to reveal a small, pink rabbit.

“What in the goddesses’ name-” Wars exclaimed and Twilight chanced a glance upwards to see him gaping like a fish in a net.

“Don’t yell, yer gunna scare ‘im,” Twilight chastised quietly. He turned back to try to continue soothing his brother-turned-rabbit. Legend’s trembling had gotten worse and he hunched in on himself at the noise, making himself even smaller.

The rancher shushed and cooed, reaching forward to scoop up his brother’s tiny body and tuck it against his chest. Legend whined at the movement before giving a shaky sigh as Twilight ran a hand along his back. He tried to burrow into the pelt wrapped around the older hero’s shoulders, giving him an idea.

Shifting to hold Legend in one hand he pulled the pelt off and draped it over his lap. Then he lowered his brother down and wrapped him gently in the fur, creating a warm, protective bundle that the younger immediately huddled into.

Twilight continued to pet him; soft gentle strokes that made Legend shudder and sigh. The bunny in his lap shifted for a moment before settling and Twilight felt him go lax, trembling finally easing.

It was quiet for a few moments. Then Wars spoke up, his voice low and worried.

“...Is he alright? Does he need anything?” Twilight moved his gaze up from the bundle in his lap to find all of his brothers staring at him, worry and concern clear in their expressions. Sky subtly laid a hand on the Master Sword with a questioning tilt of his head. Twilight shook his head in return.

“Jist havin’ a bad day an’ needed sum comfort, s’all,” he replied. Sky nodded and the others relaxed, reassured their rancher had it handled.

Twilight would give his brother all the comfort he needed, no matter what form he was in or how long it took. As long as Legend needed him, he would be there.

[siobhans-world]

SPOILER alert and NSFW? Maybe?

I think this is my favourite piece of art from my fic Telling Tall Tales because Aziraphale's smile is ridiculously cute to draw and I had a beaming smile all the way through drawing this.

You can't see anything of course but my boy is still naked and having fun in bed and that's Crowley's hand, holding his.

I'm so grateful for all the feedback and comments. I miss writing this story, I really do.

[unorthodoxx-page]

A Tale of Spirits Status and Other Updates (Long Post)

I've gotten a lot of questions about A Tale of Spirits and its hiatus status over the past few days (months lol). I've been mulling over this post for a while now, avoiding it if I'm honest, but I've gotten to a point where even I can't avoid the writing on the wall.

So, let's start with what's holding me up. Over the last ten-eleven months, I've been dealing with a nerve issue in my wrists and hands (both, if you can believe it). Now it's nothing super serious (we haven't had any surgery talks, thank God), but it bothers me constantly throughout the day, and having an office job doesn't really help. It's crazy to go through some of these older Tumblr posts because my hands were bothering me even then, but I didn't want to admit it.

Long story short, I feel like I'm caught in this...loop of trying to heal. I'll have really good, consecutive days, and when I think I'm on the right track, something happens, and I'm pulled right back into it. It's frustrating, demoralizing, and terrifying all at once. I try not to spiral into worst-case scenarios with this whole thing, but my hands are numbing while I'm typing this. So....yeah, it's slowed my writing practically to a halt. I can bang out a couple hundred words here and there and focus on one-offs since they don't feel so...daunting, but chaptered anything mentally makes my hands twitch. My long sessions are gone at the moment and this leads me to that writing on the wall I mentioned earlier.

I don't know when A Tale of Spirit will return.

Man, that hurts to type. ATOS has been a part of my life for almost two years now. I've grown so much from this story, and my writing has evolved so much from this story. I have so much fun with ATOS. I mean, that's the point of fanfic, but I have fun with ATOS. I go back and reread parts, and I laminate past narrative choices as if those words are written in stone. I snicker while working out dialogue and really (and I mean really) let loose with action choices and experiment.

Hell, I have AUs of this AU on my drive lol. I owe a lot of my growth and confidence to ATOS. I mean, I read every comment and every Tumblr message (and I mean every comment). The support and love this story has received makes me believe that I'm not as terrible of a writer as I thought, that I might actually hack it in the literary world, so it's devastating that I can't put all my energy into this or my personal work.

To be honest, I'm still halfway in denial. I know I'm going to finish this story eventually. I love it too much, but I can finally admit that I'm not sure when that 'eventually' will be. Geez, I should've written this a while ago, but denial is a blinding thing.

I tackle writing when I can, but the nerve thing has thoroughly pulled me into a slump.

I'm going to update ATOS to say indefinite hiatus and put this same message on AO3.

I'm not saying goodbye to ATOS. I was deep in my unposted arcs before all of...this reached a peak even I couldn't ignore. I was really doing something with April, Zuko, and Suki (fun dynamic, by the way). Azula's been fun to play with, and angry, fed-up turtles have been a challenge in a half, so I want you guys to see that one day.

So, there it is. I know this is closure for some of you, and you all deserve to know what's going on with ATOS. I know this update will be a relief for some of you because now, there's no more guessing. The dreaded 'indefinite' has been typed and sealed in digital ink (dramatic, I know).

I'm going to leave it here because I don't know how to end this post. I'll be around, lurking in possible (short) one-shots and slowly chipping away at ATOS. So, until then, rest, rehabilitation, and copious amounts of books and music to listen to.

See you soon.

[r0botarmsapts]

Title: Fresh Starts and Unsettled Hearts. Characters: Raine Sage & Genis Sage Words: 1,000+ Disclaimer: I own this fanfiction but not the characters or game they’re from. Notes: This is an overdue SS for @theguineapig3​ Some tags: pre-game, angst with a happy ending, sage siblings Summary:

“This is where the last teacher we had lived,” the Mayor informed the pair of siblings, a long look on his face, mind on wondering if the young woman before him would truly work out. “It has been sometime since this village has had an educator for the kids, the house is in need of some work, but livable.” Back when it was shown love and care, the home had been one of the prettier ones in Iselia; since its abandonment, the empty house had fallen into disrepair. The Mayor saw no need to spend limited village funds on upkeep for an empty home, leaving that to whoever would try taking up the position of educating the village children and teenagers. Even now, after Raine had been bold to speak to him directly inquiring about the badly needed position, he could only hope he did not agree too hastily, though she had had the paperwork needed and proved herself to be far above average intelligence- enough to where he wondered why she would stop in their little village of all places where only down a little farther in the port city, he had no doubts she would have found a better paying job at their famous college. “That should be all for today. If you need someone else to do repairs on this place, I suggest Dirk, a Dwarven man that lives with his son just outside the village. The boy I warned you about. Lloyd means well, but can be a handful and difficult to teach.”

Raine clutched the small key in her hands far tighter than needed and she knew it after the Mayor handed it to her before their coming to the empty home. Even running logic, the weight of the key holding great importance for her and Genis and a chance at some security. The weight was assurance that today was real and Raine had not dreamt it. The weight being a reminder in her hands that they had a chance here. A chance for somewhere stable, to not worry over a place to hide away during the cold nights, figuring out where their next meal would be, if any for the day. The teaching job was hers, having no competition for the position, that taking away concern. Iselia was a small village, hardly a place scholars were looking to flock to and fight over. Iselia was in need of a teacher and Raine was in need of somewhere permanent to continue raising Genis. Iselia’s Mayor mentioning Dirk being a Dwarf did not sit well with the young woman, having a feeling she knew why, knew all too well. “I’ll keep that in mind. As for Lloyd, I haven’t had a student I couldn’t teach.” She replied assured and firm in her words. Her only true student so far had been Genis, making it a technical truth.

Genis, who had become wary and distrustful of many because their treatment during their forced travels. It was too hard for her to give him real hope, having been treated cruelly at such a young age, learning a lot of humans simply hated and looked down upon them because of their being half-elves. The siblings impressive magic and intellect hardly mattering at all. Only their appearance, their blood and what it meant did.

‘How long will we be able to stay here?’ Raine wondered, keeping her expression neutral; a bittersweet afternoon as earlier she had to tell her baby brother for their own safety and to have this place to live, he would have to lie a lot longer. Lie about what he was to survive again.

His blue eyes full of understanding in the worst way while replying with a simple “I know.”

That look on his face burned into her mind and she would do whatever was possible to ensure it never happened again.

Genis was seven.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to get unpacked. The children will be ready for you Monday morning." The Mayor gave a nod after speaking, having additional work to do now that Raine was there.

Once the man was gone and Genis was certain out of earshot, he said, “Man, I didn’t think he’d ever stop talking.” The boy frowned, still staying close to his sisters side. “I don’t think he believes you can do it.” The biting words were met with a hand on his head, which caused him to look up at her.

“Let’s go inside.”

“Okay,” his reply was a simple grumble of a doubting child, not ready to believe they had a real place to call their own yet- not when his entire life was traveling, make-shift camps, caverns, anywhere they could call shelter before moving onward.

Raine’s nose crinkled at the strength of the musty smell in the home, quick to open the windows and assess the work needed.

“Bleh, it stinks in here.”

“That’s to be expected. The Mayor did say it had been sitting for quite sometime.”

“Someone could have opened the windows or something.”

“I suspect they would have forgotten and then we would not have this home now.”

‘But for how long this time?’ Genis wanted to say, mouth set in a tight line, holding his tongue for the now. Raine was always working hard to make sure he had what he could, giving up meals to make sure he ate when their food was scarce. Genis knew more than he let on there with his older sister. It ate at him in painful ways that always hurt. The most he could provide on their travels was an ability to make a small fire- in a twist Raine had the healing magic, and Genis was showing signs to specialize in black magic. Genis would make fires for them when it was cold, and times they camped for the night.

And the times Raine tried to cook...

Tried.

Raine studied complicated things he did not yet understand during the times they had access to books. During those times, she could forget to eat, being so engrossed in her reading. At those times, Genis found out he could cook better than her. Starting with simple sandwiches, it was quickly discovered food Genis made was edible without worry of needing Raine’s healing magic.

Grimacing at the memory of her cooking, the young boy darted over to check out the kitchen area- opening bottom cabinets, checking the condition of the stove, and finding some pots and pans stored there. They needed some cleaning, not in the greatest condition, but with the few things there already, it would allow Genis to work on more complex dishes.

Genis was then quick to realize he would need a stool to stand on while using these things.

Being short sucked...

“Genis, come here and help with the beds!” Raine called, her back turned to him, fussing over the bedding, already starting stripping one to get it ready to be cleaned up. Once he stopped responding, she had saw him get lost in his own world for a moment, exploring and checking out the kitchen. It brought a smile to her seeing him appear so invested in it. This part of their lives was going to be a difficult new start, but at least the people of the isolated countryside, with its population of humans not being able to tell full and half elves apart, was the best chance they had in a long while.

The next day Raine made sure Genis had a stool for the kitchen.

[mags2theythem]

I drew my version of the kfc group with @akanemnon versions

[spectre-week]

Join us for Spectre Week!

This is a fanwork event week celebrating the Ghost Crew from Star Wars Rebels, AKA the Spectres.

May 25-31, 2024.

No prompts! Just a theme: Tales of the Spectres.

Alllll the backstories! Inspired by the Star Wars animated Tales… series, our theme will focus on the Spectres’ lives before they became a crew, a team, and, in some ways, a family.

Each day of the event will feature works about the day’s Spectre:

Day One-Spectre One (Kanan)

Day Two-Spectre Two (Hera)

Day Three-Spectre Three (Chopper)

Day Four-Spectre Four (Zeb)

Day Five-Spectre Five (Sabine)

Day Six-Spectre Six (Ezra)

Day Seven-Free

The only limitations for fanworks are these:

Character: Feature one character per day, on the appropriate day.

Timeframe: Tell any part of their backstory that you want, from birth until just before Spark of Rebellion.

NSFW: This event is open to NSFW content, but please tag it as such and place it under a cut as needed.

Other than that, the rest is up to you! We’ll send out more info soon, but we hope that’s enough to get you started. If you have any questions, Just Ask!

Please reblog to spread the news!

[themotherofhorses]

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

summary: “she is pregnant.” his queen mother’s palm slams heavily down on the dark council table, loud as a thunderclap. “she is pregnant! aemond!”

warnings: explicit language. angst. protective!aemond being a hot hypocrite and defending his bastard. fluff towards the end. i can't make alicent a villain in this, i just can't (sorry not sorry).

notes: a lot of ppl requested alicent's reaction to handmaid getting pregnant, so here it is.

his handmaid's tales | main masterlist

“She is pregnant.”

His queen mother’s palm slams heavily down on the dark council table, loud as a thunderclap. “She is pregnant! Aemond!” and her voice only loudens, “I brought her for you to have as your handmaid, not your bedmate! Seven hells, Aemond! She was not meant to be your personal whore to toy around with whenever you felt bored!”

Aemond feels his lips slightly twitch at her words. “She is not a whore, mother, nor will I stand here and allow for you to insult her.”

“AEMOND!”

The other councilors remain silent, doing their finest in pretending that they were somewhere else. Aemond knows he would have none of their support or backing in this- he is alone in defending his beloved handmaid and their child. Gods give me peace. Two moons back, Lord Tyland Lannister offered up his niece as a wife. Now he sits with his hands wringed together, shaking his head and sneaking him a scowl. He could only imagine the lord’s thoughts of him.

No doubt they’d all be ill-pleasant.

His mother sighs. “Might it be too late to sneak her the moon tea, Grand Maester?” she asks.

“I would say so, your Grace.” Grand Maester Orwyle clears his throat. “The handmaid, she is already a month or so pregnant, mayhap even two. You could give her the tea, but it might risk harm on both the mother and babe, perhaps even an unsavory death…”

“Death...?” Aemond repeats, aghast.

Her face falls into her hands, and she heaves a deep breath before glancing around the council table. The men all shift uncomfortably.

“Might you consider sending her away, my Queen?” Lord Tyland proposes with a sly smile. “Perhaps back home?”

Aemond’s head quickly snaps to Lord Tyland, violet eye narrowing. His fist clenches tightly at his side, near the dagger sheathed on his belt, at his waistline. “You would not dare separate them from me,” he tells him coldly. “She now carries my babe, my heir, and I will not allow her to leave my side!”

“She carries your bastard in her belly, Aemond,” Otto begins, slowly, carefully. He lays a soft hand on Aemond’s sleeve, giving him a pitiful smile. “There is quite a difference between a realm’s legitimate heir and a bastard. I understand you are taken with the girl, my prince, and that she is good and kind to you. But, at the end of the day, you remain a Targaryen prince, who will wed when the time comes. How might your lady wife feel if she were to learn your servant mothered your bastards?”

Aemond shrugs. “Then I shall take her as my wife.”

“You cannot wed her, Aemond!” His mother shakes her head, as if he is some absentminded child. She looks much older too, as if the news aged her a good ten years in one night. He suddenly feels a tad guilty. “How many times must we discuss this! Your father will not allow nor bless this union, and neither will I! Damn you, Aemond! She is a baseborn girl- your damn handmaid! Her duty is to serve you as a servant, not a wife.”

“And yet-“ Aemond replies, trying to keep the scorn out of his voice, “-she treats me far better than everyone in this very room.” At that, his mother has enough shame to blush red. He continues, “I love her, and she loves me. Is that not enough? Does that not make you happy? My entire life, mother, I’ve done everything that was expected of me. I’ve studied and trained and fulfilled every princely obligation of mine while your firstborn flouts to do as he pleases! Aegon shames Helaena every night with an empty bed yet you refuse to acknowledge such! And yet, when I find love and happiness, you’re ready to punish me.”

He levels his bright purple eye to his mother’s face. “I love you, mother, but I love her as well, and I will not live a life without her.” And Aemond’s all but ready to collapse to his knees, to beg and plead her acceptance. It is the only one that truly matters amongst everyone else's.

Afterward, his mother sits in silence, staring down at her hands. The skin stretched around her nailbeds are both red and tender, and she wears only her wedding ring on the right. She turns to face her king husband’s Hand. “Well, there it is, father.”

“It makes little difference, my Queen.” Lord Wylde and Lord Tyland murmured in agreement.

“But would it truly be wise to separate father from child, Lord Hand?” Lord Beesbury asks, pointing at the Hand, white eyebrows arched high. Otto Hightower raises his own eyebrow in return. “She is lowborn, yes, but a royal babe still sleeps in her womb.”

"A bastard, Lord Beesbury, mothered by the daughter of a milk cow."

A milk cow? Aemond blinks, momentarily confused. But before he could say anything further, his mother makes her final judgment on the matter.

The queen slowly rests her elbow on the table before plopping her chin atop her palm. “My son’s to be a father,” she says, a faint smile twisting on her lips. She repeats it again, almost like she doesn’t believe it. “A father…” Aemond feels a bit of hope blossoming inside his chest. “Pray tell, would you rather me separate him from his trueborn child? The child that is still his child, his own blood, bastard or not. We can argue on this matter till we are purple in the face, my lords, but the truth still remains,” she declares, before taking Aemond’s hand in hers, thin fingers laced with his.

“Take me to see her, son.”

At once, multiple voices arise in protest. His grandsire calls his mother’s name, but she ignores him as she stands to her feet. “I do beg your pardon, my lords, but I must see my grandchild.” Aemond bows, victorious, and turns on his heel without another word, feeling all eyes on his back as he strolls from the council chambers with his mother, her hand still in his. The doors closing shut behind them silences all the lords, and his mother sighs.

“My sincerest apologies, my dear Aemond, for referring to her as a whore,” she says, earnestly. “I know she is far from that, and I must say I’m rather fond of her.”

Outside, Ser Criston Cole was stationed, wearing his long white cloak of the Kingsguard. He gives the two a curious look but remains silent and still, straightening his shoulders when they pass by him. Aemond wonders if he overheard the small council’s session, and whether he agrees more with his mother or grandsire.

It does not matter, Aemond decides, pressing a soft kiss to his mother’s knuckles, in a show of forgiveness that makes her smile. He loves her too much to remain irate and frustrated with her, especially once she mentioned her soft spot for his girl. His queen mother- good and fair to the smallfolk- is the same with his handmaid. And his future children as well, he hopes.

“You’ll be a wonderful father,” she tells him, tucking a long strand of silver hair behind his ear. “And I mean it.”

He brings her to his bedchamber, where his handmaid sits on the settee, dutifully sewing up one of his tunics. When they arrive at his doors, she’s quick to bolt onto her feet, falling into a small courtesy. She wears a thick and ugly serving dress that hides her swelling belly underneath but does little to dull her beauty.

“My queen! My prince…”

Aemond takes her arm, pulling her alongside him. “My mother wishes to speak to you, my love,” he explains, gazing down into her eyes. His thumb strokes her cheekbone before he takes a step back, and his mother takes his place.

Before her, his love trembles, and he knows she’s awfully scared. It breaks his heart a little. He forewarned her of the small council’s gathering this morning, and how the maester told the queen of her pregnancy and the decision that would likely be made. She cried that entire night he held her, and neither got a wink of sleep.

“Your Grace…!” she sputters in a quavering voice, hand dropping to her tummy. “I beg of you…”

But his mother says nothing, instead cradling his sweet girl’s pretty face within her hands before leaning to kiss her temple. When she pulls back, her big brown eyes are soft and kind. “You’ll make a lovely mother, my dear,” she mumbles, and it is enough for his handmaid to break into a sob, falling limp as Queen Alicent holds her close, running a hand up and down her back.

“Thank you!” she cries through jagged gasps and wheezes. “I was so scared. I- thank you, my Queen, thank you. Thank you!”

His mother gently lifts her face upwards, wiping away the fat tears streaking down her cheeks. “Shhh, there was little to worry about, sweetling,” she coos. “Aemond wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, believe me. A man in love, with everything to lose, is perhaps the fiercest warrior to be found on the battlefield.”

Perhaps?

Aemond watches as his mother comforts his handmaid, mouthing small praises and pleasantries while stroking her hair back, doing her best in calming her down until her eyes are dry. Several minutes later, the two women are discussing the babe, with Queen Alicent sharing memories of the early days of her own pregnancies. The sight before him makes his heart swell in his breast, and he then recalls the words exchanged back in the council chambers.

I’m to be a father, and hopefully a husband soon.

He crosses his hands behind his back, smiling..

It seems to be true, he thinks, that there is indeed no more beautiful sight than your woman swelling with your baby.

But no one spoke of the beauty that follows when your mother accepts her grandchild for the first time, and the blinding glow that brightens your woman’s face when she realizes such has happened.

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[ryelleart]

Hey Joo Dee, a word of advice: when a massive talking turtle with mystic powers tells you he doesn’t want to change his mask, maybe don’t insist that he change his mask. Just saying 🤷🏽‍♀️

I honestly wasn’t planning on making more fan art for @unorthodoxx-page’s A Tale of Spirits, but this concept has been living in my head rent free ever since I read chapter 18, and it wouldn’t leave me alone until I drew it. Go read this fic if you haven’t done so yet!

(P.S. there’s a bonus version of this piece on my Instagram, if you wanna check it out 👀)

[iamasaddie]

contacts

paring: Clint x f!reader warnings: PWP (literally no plot, AT ALL) ER; age gap (not specified), explicit sexual content word count: 1,3k~ ~a/n: told you I was writing a smutty follow up. u can concider it being in the same universe as CRACKS or read as a stand-alone, really doesn't matter. not beta-ed. masterlist

The thrusts of his hips were unrelenting, the burning stretch of his cock parting your insides so familiar and yet so exciting every single time. His deep breaths became erratic and labored, and you smiled knowing what’s gonna happen next.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, a single droop of sweat traveling from his forehead down the curve of his nose and you lifted you head licking it off. “Fuck, I think my heart is gonna crash.”

Clint was a generous and adventurous lover, your sex drive matched perfectly which meant you both liked to fuck like rabbits, but he was twice your age and even though it wasn’t a problem, sometimes it showed. After a long way of working, or chopping wood and doing shit in the backyard, his want for you would never go away, but his ability to go as hard and long as he usually did would definitely be affected. You never complained because truly you didn’t have a reason to, you still got your fair share of orgasms, be that caged between his massive thighs and strong arms or bouncing on top of him.

Today was one of those days, Clint practically dragged you to the bedroom, giving you only a moment to turn the stove off and ripping both of your clothes on the way up. He was needier than usual but you felt yourself getting wet just from the look of desperation in his face.

Pretty soon he was balls deep inside you, punching the air out of your lungs with every thrust and growling filth in your ear. When his energy started to give out, you felt a ringing slap landing on your thigh as he fell on his back next to you and dragged your buzzing body on top.

“Come one, baby, ride my dick. Show me how much you love me.”

You grinned, lining him up to your sleek entrance and sinking on his shaft in one smooth motion. Clint kept his eyes open, the only indication of his pleasure were his gritted teeth and the hard cock that probed at your cervix with every motion. 

He became unusually quiet, his eyes running from your face, to your tits that bounced more appetizingly than a Sunday roast after years of starvation. Clint kept staring, going lower to where you easily swallowed his girthy shaft, making him grunt and moan as your walls contracted around it.

“Fuck, baby, you look so fucking hot when you ride my dick like that. Prettiest fucking thing,” he squeezed out through tense lips and his hands gripped bruises into your thighs. His strong arms helped you go up and down on his cock, he practically maneuvered you himself, used you like a barely conscious sex toy.

“You should take a picture,” you half whispered, the words interrupted by the sharp intakes of your breath every time the fat head of his cock nudged your g-spot. 

“Good idea,” one of his hands released you and you saw him blindly searching for a phone beneath the pillows. Yours was the first one he found and he spent less than a couple of seconds angling the camera just right to fit you into the frame.

“Gonna be my own fucking porn star, baby.” His eyes jumped from the little screen back to your body, left hand going from gripping your thigh to squeezing your tit. The feeling of his cock becoming even harder inside you, the thrill of being recorded and the clear awe in the eyes of your man made your head dizzy. The intoxicating mix of emotions and feelings guided you to your climax way quicker than you expected, and Clint obviously saw that on your face with the way you felt him thrusting his hips up harder and steadier. 

"Come on, little one, be a good girl, m and cum on my cock.” He brought the camera so close that the only thing it captured was the way his dick, wet from tour juices and his own precum, disappeared in your stretched hole. The quiet grunts and your moans were only interrupted by the filthy squelch of your cunt taking-taking-taking and the depravity of it made you want to ride him even harder. Clint brought his left hand back  to your hip making sure that his hand wasn’t blocking the view of your pussy as he started pressing and circling your aching clit violently dragging the orgasm out of you. “That's my girl, cum on me.  Fucking soak me, baby, want the drops to hit the fucking camera. Cum for me, baby."

Your body shook as your orgasm almost squeezed the life out of your body. Your vision got blurry for a moment and your hands pressed into Clint’s soft stomach to help you remain on top. While your walls continued to contract, his still hard and throbbing cock was still inside you. You took a few deep breaths, steadying yourself and shook your head to come back to your senses. Your hand silently stretched, taking the phone out of Clint’s hand that he gave with no questions. But when you turned the camera on him he was visibly confused.

“What is that about?”

“It’s my turn seeing you turn into a fucked out mess, loverboy,” you started to slowly rotate your hips, overstimulated but too hooked on seeing him come undone, on feeling him full you up. Your movements shut him up quickly, returning his attention to his own pleasure. You loved how his face screwed as if he was in pain when he came. He didn’t control himself in that moment, letting you see the raw emotions elicited by the heights of his pleasure. 

Unlike him, you made sure the camera got his face, your legs already burning with exertion. You caught the moment when Clint bared his gritted teeth, and your free hand slid up his stomach to punch his nipples that he refused to admit were quite sensitive. Just as you did that your pussy squeezed his cock in a choking hold.

“Please, give me your cum,” you started whispering like a madwoman, it took all of your strength to try and keep the camera upright, “fill me up, please, I wanna feel you in my fucking stomach.”

Clint’s growl was inhumane as his hips punched into yours for the last time, warm ropes of cum painting your insides in fat stripes. For a moment you both were in trance, just looking at each other, you even forgot you were holding the phone in your hand, camera still rolling, until he took it from your hand and pressed stop. 

“Bet we would make a lot of money on OnlyFans.” You giggled, laying on top of him while his cock slowly softened inside you. Your sweaty bodies stuck together, soft stomachs pressing into each other as you found the right temp of breathing. 

“What’s that?” Clint asked, his hand finding your hair and stroking it gently.

“It’s a… you know what, it’s nothing.” You mumbled in his skin. 

You spent a few moments in silence and just as you were about to ask Clint if he actually wanted the video or if he did it for the thrill of the moment, you heard a soft and familiar sound of his snoring. 

Gently kissing his skin above his heart, you climbed off him and settled by his side, fishing the phone from between your pillows and opening the photo app. 

“Finally I have a picture for your contact,” you whispered to yourself, cropping the screenshot you took from the video, a moment when he looked at you with his eyes full of content, settling in the post orgasmic haze.

[greentrickster]

What I really want to know is how Gabriel ended up working with Alya and Nino because, frankly, I'm 100% sure that it started out as a hostage situation and also that neither of the kids were the hostage. Seriously, just-

Gabriel, exhausted from another busy night of trying to help people and fight back against the Supreme's tyranny, using whatever secret passage he has to get into his lair (the one where his counterpart keeps Emilie's cryopod) but heavens forbid his son find out about and get involved in such dangerous activities, he could get hurt! And he's not despairing but he's tired, so just kind of walks in and immediately de-transforms so he can talk to Nooroo, because it always helps to talk things over with a friend.

Thus he walks into his lair, exhausted and totally focused on Nooroo, who just freezes in mid-air staring straight ahead, mouth open, "Uh... Gabriel...?"

"Yes, my friend?"

And the kwami points and Gabriel turns the way he's pointing, and there's Alya, tucked in a spot that would be easy to defend or hide in where she has a good view of the entrance but is hard to see from it, and, most importantly, phone out, up, and recording.

Dead silence as they all stare at each other.

Alya: "I'll admit, not the story I was expecting, but I can work with it."

Gabriel: "...I don't suppose I can give you a substantial amount of money to leave and pretend you never saw any of this?"

Alya: "Yeah, no, I want in."

Gabriel: "In? On what"

Alya: "On saving the world and getting rid of the Supreme, obviously."

Gabriel: "What?! Absolutely not, you- you can't be any older than my son, who is a child, I'm not endangering a child in this battle-!"

Alya: "Could you repeat that for me? Because it sounded a whole lot like, 'Why yes, Alya, absolutely post that video you just got of Hesperia turning into Gabriel Agreste on your blog'!"

Gabriel: "...you wouldn't. You'd ruin everything I've been working for, the only chance we might have-"

Alya: "Glad we see eye-to-eye, glad to be on the team, I'm Alya, where should I put my stuff?"

And then she drags Nino along to help out, because power's meant to be shared, right, and there's strength in numbers, and also we'll need Nino because someone's going to have to plan and DJ for their victory celebration when they finally win!

OoOoOoOoO

Alternative that could actually be even more fun: Nino's actually the first one to join the revolution with Gabriel just because he keeps accidentally getting caught up in Betterfly/Hesperia vs. Claw Noir and Shadybug shenanigans, to the point that it's just easier to recruit him officially than to let things continue as they are. Then Alya pulls exactly the same thing as in the previous scenario, except this time she's trying to find out what the bae's up to instead of get whatever dirt on Agreste she was after.