#wondrous creatures ^w^

[cup-of-shark]

(first art by me, second art by @bunnieswithknives <3 thank u bunnie btw)

i made half a post on this on my other acc when i reblogged bunnie’s post about their wheeler ocs, but i never actually made My Own Post, so here we are !!!

Blellis <3 my beautiful baby boy

in comparison to bunnie’s pod of wheelers, i’d say he’s probably solidly in the middle. most assuredly not the oldest but not quite the youngest either.

he loves loves loves playing dumbass pranks and being silly. favorite things are bells. he loves em. peak autism stim toy for that guy. he’s got em all over his outfit too

he’s the jester of the group, really. he plays dumb jokes and is a silly prankster, but he feels Very Bad if something he does actually makes the recipient feel worse. he wants to keep the spirits high! yeah he can be a bit annoying but in general he tries to be the silly that everyone else loves. it’s nice :) he likes it. plus he gets to drag ratschick into his sillies too and they have fun together. neither are particularly respected but blellis does get a lil teeny bit more social rep for being partly responsible for food gathering. he’d get more if he didn’t periodically do pranks that are extra-stupid.

in terms of what job of sorts he’d have amongst the pod, i’d say he’s given himself the duty of setting like. weird inventive traps that kind of work and kind of are just stupid. they let the pod know someone is trespassing, but they’re also typically like. dumbass middle school boy pranks too. someone coming in sets off a tripwire or whatever and they get a bucket of water dumped on their head and also the pod is alerted. that kind of thing. this does unfortunately sometimes get the pod members. it’s not his fault they didn’t know it was there! he… oh wait he didn’t update them on the new locations. whoops. lmao anyways…!

his official ‘job,’ tho is to help gather food. he tries to make weird little gadgets to help him but most of the time ends up just like. doing it himself. his traps are decently good for trespassers, but not as good for catching anything substantial. sad. he is decent at getting supplemental stuff with litcheque. litcheque is significantly better at it than he is but he does try! and sometimes he finds some good shit, and sometimes he almost accidentally brings back uhh. toxic stuff. he’s not quite gotten the hang of what’s good to get and what isn’t. litcheque has gotten into the habit of checking over what he’s brought in to make sure it’s not like wildly poisonous berries or some shit.

in addition to finding anything shiny / good-noisy, he will collect random lil things and gift them to the others / display them on a lil shelf thing in his den. he loves his Items :)

can’t think of much else about The Boy but yeah :) i love him.

[plutoslastwords]

i honestly love these fics so much xx

i was hoping you could write about landos reactions to baby norris milestones, for example, first time crawling, first words, first steps etc.

milestones

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: a collections of moments that made lando realise that his baby girl was getting bigger (spoiler alert, he doesn't take it well)

w/c: 2.9k

warnings: none

a/n: ...........hey. i'm sorry i may have been slightlyyyyyy mia (only 1 month....) school has been actually the death of me, but i'm on break now!!! (yay!!!!) so here's a longer one as my sincerest apologies xxx

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Even when you were barely a day old, Lando could already tell that you were going to grow up too fast, that he was going to have to cherish every moment that he could whilst you were still with him. He is not ashamed to admit that he cried on your first birthday, the thought of his little girl getting bigger, getting one year closer to not needing him anymore was too much to handle. 

Therefore, milestones were a very big deal in the Norris household.

Crawling

It was around Christmas time when you first decided that you wanted to move around on your own, and figured out how to coordinate yourself to do just that. You were in Bristol, staying with Lando’s family for the holiday season meaning you were in one of your best moods, getting to spend so much time with your Nana and Grandad, and your aunts and uncle, all of whom spoiled you endlessly. 

As is typical for the Norris family, after lunch everyone had herded into the living room, sitting in front of the tv with big glass doors looking out onto the vast property to the side of the room. 

You were sitting on the floor, playing with some building blocks that you were making towers with. Lando was busy telling his family how you were going to be a future architect because, ‘look at her tower! Look how good she is!’, therefore he didn’t seem to notice when your attention moved away from the building blocks, more interested in something that you could see in the garden.

A couple deer had decided to take a trip into the Norris land, casually grazing on the grass. Having lived in Monaco for your entire (albeit not very long) life, you had never been exposed to such wildlife like this, you were infatuated. You try babbling to your daddy to come and help you and take you over to the strange creatures, but he is too busy bragging about you to listen. So you have to take matters into your own hands. 

Carefully moving one limb at a time, with the uttermost focus on reaching the wondrous animals, you begin to manage to propel yourself across the floor. Unfortunately you aren’t quite as graceful as you imagine, leading to you falling onto your front.

“Woah, baby, what’re we doing?” Lando immediately gets up, ready to come and scoop you up into his arms, protecting you from any possible danger, but his mom stops him. 

“She’s crawling!” She whisper-shouts, excitedly. Lando’s mouth opens, but no words come out. How have you grown so quickly? It was only yesterday that you were opening your eyes for the first time, it seemed, how were you already learning to crawl?

Not letting your little fall set you back from reaching the cool animals, you manage to drag yourself a few steps towards them, slightly clumsily, but you got the job done. Lando lets out a strangled sound from his throat.

Much to your disappointment, when you are nearly at the windows, the deer must hear something from deeper in the grounds, and run off, causing you to stop where you are and not move. You don’t have anywhere to go anymore.

Sensing that he would no longer be preventing you from achieving a milestone, Lando rushes over to you, scooping you up into his arms, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

“Oh, baby. What a big girl! Did you just crawl my darling? Yes you did! My smart, smart girl…” He coos, you don’t really understand, but he sounds happy, so you giggle at him. “My baby…” he mumbles, “You’re growing up so fast, hm? What’s daddy going to do…?”

He carries you back to where he was sitting on the sofa, keeping you in his arms on his lap as you continue to coo and babble. “Maybe I’ll just carry you for the rest of your life, hm? You can’t crawl if you’re in my arms…” he begins to consider, but quickly backs down when his mom swats his arm, then he just pouts. 

“Never want you to grow up, my love…” He murmurs into your little ear, kissing the top of your head sweetly.

Walking

Once you had started crawling it was hard to stop you. Lando often had to chase you around the house because you discovered the art of crawling under the table where he couldn’t reach you, giggling like crazy at his failed attempts to get you. You were a little menace, but he still adored you. 

However, he knew that the time would come that crawling wasn’t going to be enough for you anymore, he dreaded the day. He hated how big and self-sufficient you were becoming already, he couldn’t dare to think about what would happen when you could walk. Would you even ever want him to carry you anymore? He pushes it to the back of his mind, too upsetting to ponder.

Even though you were barely a year old, you were still more well-traveled than half of the human population. Lando refuses to leave you alone, even though his friends and family have offered to watch you countless times whilst he’s away for work, he would never accept. 

At present, you were in Ibiza with him, he was there with Max and Keegan for some much needed downtime after the chaotic first half of the season. You loved Ibiza, spending hours upon hours crawling around in the sand, building elaborate sand mounds castles whilst Lando chatted with his friends.

You soon discover, however, that the feeling of the sand on your hands is icky and gritty, getting in the way of holding your bucket and spade comfortably, but you can’t not get them sandy, because then how would you crawl around? It’s quite the dilemma.

You put all of your brain power into discovering a solution. Looking around you see a little girl, who’s a bit bigger than you, who’s moving around without her hands, like your daddy does! If she can do that, then surely you can, you think.  

Using your giant mound of sand as support, you manage to push yourself up onto your two feet, feeling much taller than you did a few seconds ago. Now comes the tricky part, but you’re sure that you can manage it. 

Carefully, you manoeuvre one leg into front of the rest of you, aiming to get further along the beach, to a pretty seashell that would make the perfect turret for your mound castle. You manage to take one step, getting ever so slightly closer, the beauty of the seashell pushing you on.

Another step, Lando is still none the wiser, engaged in a heated discussion about some video game with his friends. 

Another step, Max turns his head, like Lando he is always looking out for you, it’s his duties as a godfather after all. When he spots you he almost chokes on his beer, letting out an odd sound that causes both Lando and Keegan to look at him funny.

Another step, Max doesn’t say anything, just widens his eyes and points to where you are toddling over to the sea shell.

Another step, for a minute, Lando just sits there in silence, not knowing how to react, his baby is walking. This wasn’t meant to happen so soon, how are you already walking, he needed you to be his baby for longer, soon you were going to be independent and never need him anymore…

Another step, finally he speaks, “Oh my god…” he chokes out, Keegan and Max adorning similar slightly shocked expressions. 

After he’s decided that you’ve gone too far for his liking, he strides over to you, swiftly hurling you up into his arms, to which you respond with a whine, pointing at the shell that you so want to get.

“You want the shell, baby?” He asks quietly, still not quite ready to accept the fact that he just saw you walking for the first time.

You respond with an eager nod, and of course he walks over with you in his arms and picks up the shell, placing it into your outstretched hands.

“You walked, baby, didn’t you… such a big girl…” he murmurs into your hair as you play with the pretty shell, “God you’re growing up way too fast…”

Talking

You learning to walk doesn’t get any easier for Lando, he winces everytime you manage to take a few more steps, and eventually just has to accept it when you’re charging around the apartment on a daily basis. 

In some ways, even though you don’t need him to carry you around as much anymore, he quite enjoys the fact that you know how to walk, it gives you more of a sense of character (if that was possible), more of a chance to express what you want, as you could just simply walk over to it. 

It is very rare that you and Lando get to have a quiet weekend to yourselves. Normally, he’s either at a race, or has other commitments with Quadrant and such that mean that you’re not at home in Monaco. 

On this occasion, one of the members of Quadrant had gotten sick just before filming was meant to take place, so it had been postponed for a couple weeks, meaning that Lando got to have a quiet weekend at home with his favourite person in the world. 

Before you were born Lando has to admit that he wasn’t the most experienced or talented chef, often relying on his pre prepped meals from his trainer, or takeaways. But since you were born he has taken it upon himself to learn how to cook, so that you weren’t eating the same two meals for the entirety of your childhood. 

Currently, he was in the kitchen, cooking your favourite, pasta bolognese. You were in the living room, immersed in watching something on the TV, some cartoon with a lot of animals, Lando had lost track of all of the names of your favourite shows. 

Deciding to spoil you, as he always does, Lando brings in the finished pasta to the living room, ready to let you watch your cartoons whilst you eat your lunch, as long as you didn’t make too much of a mess, which you would end up doing, of course, you’re a baby there will always be a mess.

You grin when you hear him coming with the pasta, but as soon as you see it you scowl, he has forgotten the most important ingredient, the cheese. 

Lando freezes at your scowl, he hates when you’re upset and he doesn’t even know how to fix it. “What’s wrong, my love? Is there something wrong with the pasta?”

You just scowl harder, all you want is the grated cheese on top of your pasta that always makes it taste so much better. You stare at him scowling for a minute until…

“Cheese.” 

He freezes, just stares at you with his mouth agape, completely lost for words. Did you just… talk???? His mind is going completely haywire, his tiny, baby, precious girl was talking?? You were meant to stay a baby forever! Talking was basically a telltale sign that you were growing up and about to leave home forever and he’d never see you again!

When he doesn’t respond to you, you scowl some more, repeating yourself louder in order to get your point across, “Cheese!”

Your adorably angry tone seems to be able to snap him out of his trance, “I- uhm- you want cheese, baby? You want daddy to get you some cheese?”

“Cheese, daddy!” 

He completely loses it there, his eyes immediately fill with tears when he hears you say ‘daddy’, scooping you up into his arms and holding you as close as possible, lathering sweet little kisses all over the top of your head.

“Oh, angel, daddy will get you some cheese, okay? Daddy will get you all of the cheese in the world, anything for you, okay?” He mumbles, bouncing you on his hip as he makes his way into the kitchen in order to grab the cheese that you were obviously so desperate for. 

“My big, big, girl…” he coos, “Can’t believe you’re already speaking, hm? Feels like yesterday when you were this big!” He uses his free hand to show you a tiny pinch, to which you giggle at his exaggerated tone.

As he grabs the cheese from the fridge he whispers to you once more, “Daddy loves you so much…”

“Lub you daddy…” and then the waterworks start all over again.

First day of school

You had become quite the chatterbox after you started speaking, picking up full sentences in only a couple of weeks, but nothing made you talk more than the idea of going to school.

There had been much discussion about where to send you for school. Lando’s parents were quite keen on you coming back to England for school, where you were from, as it would be much easier for you to make friends there. Lando, however, hated the idea of you being separate from him, you’d gone to nursery in Monaco, so the french language and people weren’t completely foreign to you, and he’d much rather you be at home with him.

In the end, after much back and forth you were enrolled in a primary school in Monaco, but in the words of your Grandmother, ‘as soon as she feels the slightest bit upset I’m flying her straight to England’.

The days leading up to your first day at school you were the opposite of upset, practically jumping off of the walls, making Lando chat to you about your new ‘big school’ every evening. You’d tired him of every question that there could possibly be about starting a new school.

“How many people in my class, daddy!?” ‘15 baby, lots of friends’

“How many subjects daddy?!” ‘Maths, French, English, maybe some history’

“Where are the toilets there daddy?” ‘Not sure yet, my darling, we’ll find out when we’re there, okay?’

And the list goes on. 

Lando was not sure if he was ready to send you off to school, he already struggled when you were at nursery, and that was only 3 days a week. You were still his baby, he couldn’t bear to be without you, not knowing whether you were safe or happy.

Finally, the dreaded day comes.

You are up at the crack of dawn, banging on Lando’s door, barging in even after he doesn’t answer, poking him repeatedly on the head.

“Daddy!! Up!! School today!!” you shout excitedly.

He groans in response, still half asleep, scooping you up and onto the bed next to him as he sits up and rubs his eyes.

“G’morning my angel… we’re up quite early today, hm?”

“School today daddy!!” You repeat, “We gotta get ready for school today!!”

As much as he disliked the idea of you going to school today, you were being so adorable about it that he couldn’t help but let a big grin grow on his face, god he loved you.

“Yeah?” He smiled, “Let’s get you ready then baby… you want me to do your hair?” Like cooking, after becoming a dad Lando had taken it upon himself to learn how to do hair, he was not going to let his daughter be left out because she was the only one without someone to do her hair in pretty styles.

“Bunchies daddy!!” Your word for pigtails. His heart swells, he thinks that pigtails make you look absolutely adorable, even more so than normal, if that’s possible. 

“Of course, my darling. Let’s get you into your uniform first though, hm?” He coos, lifting you into his lap in the bed, taming your messy hair slightly so that he can see your little face better. 

The two of your work in getting you ready for the day, you were being very meticulous about everything, down to the colour of the hair bows that he was using to tie your pigtails up with, but by the end you looked perfect.

Lando could’ve cried looking at you, standing there in your little blue uniform, with a backpack that’s way too big for you on your back, you were getting so big…

“My angel… you look perfect, you excited?”

“Yes!!!” you squeal, “‘M gonna make so so so many friends, daddy!!”

“Are you gonna miss daddy, baby? You’re not gonna see me all day…”

“It okay!! I’ll see you when I’m home!” He rolls his eyes at the fact that he’s more torn up about this than you, he’s meant to be the adult here!

“Cheeky girl…” He mumbles under his breath, but you don’t hear, too focused on making sure that your bag is packed just right.

He takes you to school himself, you babbling away in the backseat of the car about how excited you are for your first day, as much as he hates it, he can’t help but smile at your childish wonder. You’re not going to be saying that in a few years…

When you finally arrive at the school, you hug him tightly before leaving him.

“I love you, daddy…” You mumble into his chest

“Daddy loves you so so much my darling, you go and have a great day, okay?” Then he goes back to his car and sobs.

~~~

a/n: i hope that you enjoyed!!! i've got loads of wonderful requests from you guys that i promise that i'm working on!! might do a special easter event if i manage to get everything done!! ;)

[thelovelycircusau]

> Furry Forest

Your head is spinning… “I… uh…” your mind keeps shifting between the locations he mentioned, you try to focus, but even then your head hurts! You can’t decide between the Spooky Forest and the Furry Forest- your eyes glaze over as you have visions of the Spooky Forest and what might have been, but alas, the words that come tumbling out is “F,furr..-“ not even finishing your sentence and you’re digitized out of where you were then suddenly finding him and yourself in the Furry Forest-

It takes you by surprise, not so much by the means of travel (tho that doesn’t help either) but that you feel… soft. Soft and furry. Also your clothes are different- still cute tho. Also there’s a new storage thing, a… Captachalogue Deck? Where’ve you seen that before? You could have sworn you knew where it’s from…

Soon your attention is brought to the Stats - you’re Lv 1, meanwhile your delightful Tour Guide Prince Caine are a Boss Lv double-tailed Tomcat. His jaws are gone, but now she has black cat ears and now he has a dark grey tuxedo w black tie. You can’t help noticing his sharp claws.. huh.

Caine watches you as your head finally stops spinning..

Once you’re finally able to stop seeing double you’re able to get a look around- it’s… kinda nice, actually. You see a grand forest, tall trees, mostly pines, you see several anthropomorphic creatures of all shapes and sizes, colors that make sense and others that don’t.

“Welcome to the Furry Forest my lovely princess! Full of Furry Friends of all kinds! Don’t be afraid to say hi, climb a tree or explore this wondrous land! Tho to keep things simple might I suggest the Cabin in the Woods? Or purrhaps the Pagan Festival far up north? Or would you just like some good ol’ ruffing it in the Camping Sites? Night or day, it’s all okay- the choice is yours, a heavenly buffet!” the feline prince exclaims- then leans down, crouching, smiling? You’re not sure but somehow you swear you can feel hushed breath.. it smells nice oddly enough. Like.. red velvet and chocolate.. too bad you can’t kiss - wait. What? Why’d that come across your mind? Your cheeks turn bright red. You could swear there’s a sparkle in his eye, you can’t hide it, he’s right there! In front of you! You cover your face to hide it- this makes him chuckle, he’s purring deeply, he pets your head then stands up. Your whole face is red.. he assures you he’ll be right by your side, the paths without teleporting can take days to reach- but it should be a grand time! He offers his black clawed paw, you gulp, glancing up at the tall dark bast-…nice guy. Tentatively you place your own little paw in his, “So- which way my dear?”

[yandere-sins]

Before reading: R18+, Mature Content Warning, Violence/Gore Warning, Yandere Warning

Oh, my, look what the wave swept in!

Yet another misplaced human in these wondrous waters, a… poor unfortunate soul, as my sister would say. It hasn’t been that long since another tribe—who was it? The sharks?—had been… blessed with an unusual mate. And now there’s you! How exciting! The orcas are a little temperamental, but I’m sure they’ll treat you lovingly– 

Oh… so you want to leave? Already?

Ambitious, are we? Escape the creatures and get back to land. Well, don’t you look determined? Think you can handle these three strong orcas all by yourself? I’d love to see it. I delight in everything happening around these depths of the ocean, as they are so dark and deep, with barely anything transpiring all day. But as of late, love, freedom, and misery swim hand in hand down here. Intelligence and instincts fight battles that are beyond your little human comprehension. I could not be more pleased with the beautiful bonds that are being woven under the sea.

But I will cheer you on, I promise! I might even have some tips for you, seeing how I’ve been around these sandy lands and great reefs longer than you have!

I don’t think you can trust anyone besides me, really, but you’ll need an ally if you want to get back home. But be careful choosing who you trust. Sometimes you have to take drastic actions to get out of a situation, but there are also times when you need to sit back, stay calm, and let someone else handle it for you. And as badly as I know you want to get out… don’t do anything rash.

These orcas have a fickle disposition, and you wouldn’t want them to decide you’re no fun or tastier than they initially thought. In fact, you don’t want them to think about you at all! Otherwise —ey w—t l— —u ——!

You wake up before the voice can finish. Open your eyes?

Welcome, welcome to Mermay ( & Merjune) 2023!

I think most of you have already understood what will happen, but I thought I'd give a small heads-up about the how, so we're all on the same page:

This will be an interactive story, which means you guys will have to work together to figure out how to continue onwards by choosing the right poll option. Every chapter comes with a decision at the end, and three possible choices. But only one will continue the story while the other two lead to 'Bad Ends' aka not continue the story. Your goal is to escape the three orcas because they won't always like your decision, unfortunately.

I can already tell you that if the majority votes for a Bad End, you'll be able to choose again at the end of it, hopefully picking the right option this time. The story will not stop just because the right option wasn't picked. But who knows? Maybe choosing wrong is actually the better option sometimes (;

To clarify, there are 5 main chapters (the right choices) in total, 10 possible Bad Ends and 1 True End. This is not a video game so there are no secret routes. Nothing will change if you choose certain options after another. Your goal ultimately is to finish this story. But... some interactions and information may or may not be hidden in Bad Ends that could be enjoyable to you as well. (After finishing the main story I'll let you guys pick some other options you would have liked to see if you're interested in that ^-^)

One more exciting thing! I was able to commission a good friend of mine to actually do references for the orcas! We're still working on them but I hope you guys will enjoy some visuals of the new bois ♥

And for good measure: Please read the warnings on the individual posts, as some of the stories contain disturbing content not suited for everyone. Don't read what you don't like.

Thank you for participating and I hope you guys will be able to enjoy the story as much as I do ♥ (If you have questions, please ask away any time! ♥)

[chubs291]

What More Could a Man Ask For?

To preface, this is a little story I've been working on for a bit and it's been taking a good bit of time. So I've decided to release it chapter by chapter over the next couple months to give me some more time to work on it. Feedback is appreciated, and I hope you enjoy!

What More Could a Man Ask for?

Alaric Vance sat upon the front porch of his homey cabin, a cup of piping hot tea sat in a muscled and scarred hand. The sun had recently risen and Alaric always enjoyed to greet the sun as it came to the start of a new day, his wife was more of a late sleeper but he did enjoy the serenity and isolation out here, this early in the morning. The chill of the night still lay upon everything out there and Alaric wore a light coat to stave off said chill. “Today will be a wondrous day indeed,” Alaric muttered to himself, which he quickly followed with a sip from his drink. He was not wrong at all, his son Efren had finally arrived the night before. Alaric was ecstatic to finally be able to speak with his son after, what had it been around five summers? Efren left for Ishgard five years before to study the arts of Astrology though Alaric himself was unsure if he had planned to study the simple Ishgardian methods or the more complex Sharlyan methods . . . Simply another question for him to ask his beloved son when the rest of the family had woken up he supposed. 

As he finished another sip from his tea a new thought entered his mind. “The entire family. . .” Alaric muttered solemnly, whilst it had been five summers since he had seen his son it had been around eight since he saw his daughter, though it felt like just yesterday she was shaking her sword and shield in the air, a look of pure adulation and joy upon her face when he and his wife had finally given her permission to go to Ul'dah and become a gladiator. It had taken Alaric many years after to shake the feeling in his gut that he had made a mistake, though that was due to biases on his own part that he was hesitant to think about on such a pleasant morning. For now he simply needed to appreciate what he had, his wife and son were both here, and his daughter was most certainly off making a name for herself, battling all kinds of evil creatures and saving the star or whatever it was that adventurers did nowadays. 

Alaric took in the scenery, the greenery of the twelveswood seeming extra vibrant this morning. And once more as he had done so many times he would bring his cup up to his lips before a loud shout and what sounded like the steps of a chocobo would sound out across the woods, “HELP HELP, IF ANY OF YE BE AWAKE I NEED YOUR HELP!” Alaric looked down the opening in the trees which lead to the main road and could see what seemed to be an elezen, perhaps a duskwight, though it was impossible to tell from this distance racing down the slightly beaten down grass atop a chocobo with some form of baggage on the back of it. 

“Ay, I be Alaric Vance, owner of this household, what seems to be the issue and at this hour of the morning at that!” The old man shouted, straining his lungs so that the duskwight could hear as he approached. The duskwight stopped short of barreling into the front porch itself before he was able to bring the chocobo to rear.

“I think it best that you see for yourself sir, if Vance do really be your family name.” The elezen explained in a somber expression before motioning towards what Alaric had initially observed from a distance as being some form of luggage or bag however now Alaric could clearly see that it was a person, and upon getting up and looking even slightly closer the cup Alaric had been holding would drop to the ground and shatter.

 His mind began to race with thoughts, practically none of them rational or sound in nature, however the one prevailing thought in his mind escaped his very lips, “Why?” is all the man muttered before pulling the body of his own daughter off of the man’s mount. For but a moment the entire world stood still and Alaric’s eyes lay glued to the plated chest of his comatose daughter, his Illma. What was in all actuality a few seconds felt like minutes as he waited with bated breath. Finally he released a sigh that was truly a mixture of relief, sorrow, happiness, and frustration all bundled into one as he saw the chestplate rise slowly and fall just as slow. His eyes shot towards the duskwight, with Alaric still cradling his daughter’s fully armored body much to the duskwight’s surprise. “How did this happen! Where did you find her and how long has she been like this?!” Alaric practically shouted at the man as he now looked down at his daughter’s face. Her eyes were simply closed, and a stillness lay on her face as if she were simply asleep but Alaric knew something was immediately off, both by the shortness of breath and sheer urgency of the elezen.

The Elezen responded dejectedly, “Her adventuring party had brought her in, they were investigating a dungeon which had supposed monster activity and all went well! They cleared the place out and left, but as soon as they had taken their first steps out of the dungeon and into the light she collapsed. She’s been like this for about a day in total, they’ve been able to get some food and water into her though it took some effort.” The Elezen rang his hands together nervously, “But we assumed that your family would be best equipped to try and find a cure to whatever it is that is afflicting her. Your wife is a doctor and white mage is she not?” The elezen asked, a hint of hope entering his voice.

Alaric nodded simply, “Yes, and I am an apothecary, twelve permitting we shall find a way to save Illma.” Alaric knew he had to hope and pray to any god that would listen that he could help his daughter. 

[captaincaptainfisher]

Growth records, entry 8.

As expected, he woke up just as before.

As expected, he seemed very shaken by his experience. He lay there for several minutes before managing to get up.

He followed the path he took before to the karma gate, thankfully still having enough to get through... and... to my astonishment. Yes, fine... Even to my *pride...* He faced the path he took before with minimal fear. Determination, even.

At this current moment, he is standing before the gap he failed to cross before. There is a look of steely determination on his face that I have never seen before.

He cleared the jump easily. He did not stumble, or wobble... He barely even hesitated. He is learning quickly.

...A shadow on the walls around him tells me he is about to learn the hard way that he's not safe just because he's not on the ground.

He managed to get inside a building just moments before a vulture descended, as I expected it to. Hopefully, he has now learned that a shadow = find cover NOW.

He is trapped in a small room in a building, once a child's bedroom, from the look of it.

The vulture is scaling the side of the building, jamming it's head through a window in it's attempts to reach him. It is close. He looks afraid now. He does not want to die again.

...He has a spear with him still... He seems to be deciding whether or not to use it.

...

...He has thrown it at the creature's head.

It clinked harmlessly off it's armoured face mask. But it also knocked the mask to the ground. The vulture is now enraged, thrashing violently at the building, cracking it open like the shell of a gooieduck to get to the food inside. The specimen has turned this from a mere hunt to an inevitable fight to the death.

He is being forced to run. He has taken the mask with him, and I am learning that no amount of movement experiments could have prepared me for the speed of an adrenaline-fuelled flight response.

The vulture is faster than he is. When he realises flight is useless...

...He's been cornered. He is climbing a pole, with the vulture flying directly after him. I don't know where he's planning to go... it seems to be another death on the w-..

..

..

...Ah...

...

Forgive my silence... That was... quite incredible.

He reached the top of the pole... and proceeded to leap from the tip of it, flip himself around in the air, and use the momentum to hurl the spear downwards into the vulture's skull. It's head is pierced through. It has crashed into the side of a building and is no longer moving.

...This specimen is... Wondrous. I couldn't have hoped for better results. Such strength and agility, from so little experience... I have never been this proud of anything in my long existence.

...Ahem... He is... Back on the move. Rains will be coming soon, but thankfully, he has found a shelter, and the vulture provided plentiful food.

...

He... Ignored the shelter..?

He most definitely saw it. He is running now, with more purpose than before, as if he has a destination in mind. He has mere minutes before another death at the hands of the rain... where is he trying to go?

He has found his way to a large open atrium atop a building. The ground is already shaking.

...

...A pearl... There's a pearl there.

Despite the first few drops of rain already bruising his skin, he waited until he grabbed the pearl to turn around and rush back to the shelter.

...I remember this... when we were reviewing the overseer footage, I pointed out this pearl. I expressed my desire to have it.

...Did he... Do all this to bring me that pearl..? Nearly drown, die painfully, kill a *vulture...* to bring me a pearl?

I... Don't know why this surprises me. I created him to be useful to me. He would not exist if he was not useful to me.

But... He did it without being asked. Entirely of his own free will. Why?

...He's safe again... I, ah... I think I need a minute.

Recording ends.

[harkovastwebcomic]

Chapter 2 Part 3

“And what…w….what are you?” asked the Skyman.

“A humble servant of the Knarl Empire,” the odd, hairy creature responded. Its many round, black eyes and the mandibles of its mouth were incapable of any expression, and its tone remained neutral.

“Your function is to answer…zzz…questions, isn’t it? You can give me better answers than that. I want…zzzt…specific information, not platitudes.”

“You wish to know what manner of creature I am? In your language, I am referred to as a Vetalid.” “Your language?” The intelligent peoples of Harkovast all spoke a common language. There were variations in pronunciation and accent, and perhaps unfamiliar words for specific regional concepts, but the idea of any language other than the universal Vastian was unknown to them.

“My people were not of the same kind as yours,” the creature continued. “We were here before, but our time has passed.” “Passed? You w-w-w-were destroyed?”

“Indeed. The world was different then, controlled by different magic. But our magic was not enough and we sought to change it, as did our rivals. We changed the world to the point that it was no longer suitable to us, and we diminished. Now the world has passed to you.”

“But there are a-a-a-a few of you…zzzt…remaining?”

“Indeed, we linger still, but our time has gone and will not come again. We are still of use to the Knarl Empire so they do not destroy us, but our numbers only dwindle.” ”I’ve noticed something about the Tolpish,” said The Skyman, thoughtfully. “They use symbols…zzzt… of arachnids in their iconography. Those are representative of…zzzt…Vetalids, aren’t they? Their Empire was built over the ruins of yours?”

“That is correct, but of my former society only my knowledge remains.” ”Then that knowledge is…is…is…worthless,” announced The Skyman, feeling vindicated. “Everything you know is related to a failed past; ideas which your own decline have shown to be outdated and incorrect. By relying on your-your supposed wisdom, the Tolpish only look backward. My vision is of the future; of something new and wondrous. There is nothing to be learned from you. Nothing …fzzzt….significant. I’m afraid you are at best a novelty now, a curiosity, nothing more.”

“As you say,” responded Morbelfitz, his tone as neutral as ever. “I live only to serve.”

[jaybluebugs]

The Original Eight Apprentices

Of ThunderClan (All art by me)

(This is gonna be a longer post so brace yourself)

Real content coming soon (enough) but take some more old art + lore dumping for now

Uh I’ve been needing to put these guys on my blog anyway.

Ahem, allow for me to introduce you all to the eight original apprentices of my original story that I’m ALMOST done writing.

1. Cooper

“On the greatest intentions that we're too stubborn to let go. And with this little time before I go, I'll open up my mouth and scream it out, to cast my voice into the crowd…Don’t let the world beat you down.”

You know him, you love him. He’s the main character of my story because OF COURSE HE IS. Literally not a single bad bone in his body; the most innocent and naive creature ever.

Theme Song:

2. Blue

“I'm going to Hell. Any way that I can I'm going to Hell. For I am a cynical man, I'm going to Hell. Come catch me if you can.”

Snarky, vulgar, witty, atheistic, and will say a slur without hesitation for a measly 5 bucks. He’s basically the complete opposite of Cooper; and yet the two somehow manage to be best friends (They’re so close that they consider each other brothers.)

Theme Song:

3. Dawn

“He is in my eyes, he is in my ears, he is in my blood, he is in my tears…For I just threw out the love of my dreams.”

This fiery hopeless romantic here completes Blue and Cooper’s trio. Believe it or not, she is a cat. I just based her design off a hyena cause Dawn over here has more of a rocker vibe, well in her more recent design at least, and for some reason hyenas just remind me of rock music. Anyway, she is definetly the mother of the group and the sweetest she-cat you’d ever meet. Mwah meah mwah I love her!! Oh and fun fact, she smells like warm cinnamon and bread :]

Theme Song:

4. Amberpaw

“Oh the world is a wild and a wondrous place…And your heart, my love, has no need to break right now…This is the way it should be forever. This is the way it could be forever.”

Woohoo the medicine cat of the group! Amberpaw over here is sweet, kind, and calculated she-cat; and a perfectionist at heart. But never mistake her kindness for weakness; cause she will have no problem reminding you that when you’re sick or injured, your life is quite literally in her paws (Although she’d never actually cause you any real harm.)

Theme Song:

5. Silkpaw

“Every single heart would beat for you alone if you would let em…You gotta keep yourself composed, So don't let em in…You gotta cut them off before they get too close to you.”

Ruh roh here comes an antagonist! This lass right here is the Queen Bee of a trio of antagonists that are present in my story. She’s cold, brash, unforgiving, and will find any piece of dirt on you to ruin your reputation if you even dare to question her hollow authority; and I love her for it. Also, she has a grudge against Amberpaw, her cousin, ever since they were kittens and nobody is sure why, especially since Amberpaw has been nothing but kind to her.

Theme Song:

6. Blackpaw

“I could’ve been anyone, anyone else. Before you made the choice for me…I loved you like the sun…I shine only with the light you gave me.”

And here comes Silkpaw’s right-hand gal; Her beloved sister, Blackpaw! Blackpaw isn’t afraid to say even what her sister won’t and doesn’t bat an eye at getting deep and personal when publicly humiliating you. And, strutting around with all the confidence and all the “beauty” in the world, Blackpaw blindly follows her sister and suddenly despises whoever Silkpaw does without a single ask. Her and Silkpaw are closer than two peas in a pod.

Theme Song:

7. Graypaw

“Constantly doing things that you don’t like…Chasing these pretty, pretty things. That talk too much, but I don't mind. Riding bikes across the street Without lookin' either way…Either way.”

And to complete Silk’s and Black’s tight-knit trio, here is Graypaw; the downy soft-to-the-touch momma’s boy! Even though he is the only tom of the group, he has no problem matching his she-cat friend’s anti-sociability. But, in all honesty, he doesn’t truly care for any cat he’s mean and just follows what his crush- I mean.. his best friend, Blackpaw, does. For Blackpaw, he has absolutely no spine and will do almost anything to impress her; but he does love to lightheartedly tease her. And for every other cat besides his two she-cat best friends, he isn’t afraid to get physical just to prove a point. Also, even though it’s so obvious he absolutely refuses to admit that he’s a momma’s boy.

Theme Song:

8. Bearpaw

“Days seem sometimes as if they’ll never end. Sun digs its heels to taunt you…Oh-oh, close your weary eyes. I promise you that soon the autumn comes to darken fading summer skies. Breathe, breathe, breathe.”

And last, but not least, we have Bearpaw! This chubbster is Amberpaw’s quiet and reserved brother. Although the main victim of Silk’s, Black’s, and Gray’s bullying, he’s learned how to deal with them. He doesn’t talk back to them, though; not because he’s afraid of them or shy, but because he understands that it wouldn’t be wise to waste his breath on them. His voice is very flat and monotonous and he acts rather mature for his apprentice-age. A tom of few words but when he does speak, cats will have no choice but to listen.

Theme Song:

If any of you guys are curious and would like to know more about a specific character, don’t be afraid to ask about them in the comments!

I’m so open to talk more about my babies.

[findyourrp]

Hello! 22M🐺 here, looking for a semi-Canon Vilous (or in general, Sergals) M/M RP!

What is Vilous? Vilous is a fantasy and science fiction world created by the two Japanese artists, Mick Ono and Kiki CR. It is populated by wondrous creatures and a strange flora, with sentient species of different origin interacting with one another.

It popped up back in the early 2000's, and I fell down the rabbit hole late 2014, I have not been the same since! I have a unique cast of characters (mainly Sergals) to interact with, so we'll never be bored!

What I'm looking for, is someone semi-literate to rp as Leeric, the Northern Sergal (who's a anxious crybaby) General. Must know at least a little bit about Vilous lore and Leeric's personality. Maybe longterm because I like writing alot! Personality, character interactions, the world around them- you get what I'm saying.

This won't be strictly canon! We'll discuss in private the plot, what we both wanna do (we can also double up! Im fine with that), etc!

If you don't know what Vilous is but are interested anyway, I'll show you the ropes of the world Tal and it's people! I'm not really expecting any interaction with this since it seems like like its one in a million to find anyone who would want to rp Vilous specifically. (If anyone does...)

Im open to ideas! Not really looking for anything specific but... Nsfw is more than welcome!

Interact with this post and I'll reach out to you! Or alternately, you can contact me on discord!

My Discord is: goldenrune

Thank you! ;w;

-(a very desperate Sergal)

.

[xasha777]

In the distant future, Earth's civilizations have crumbled and reformed, now coexisting with the bizarre and the wondrous. The world has seen the birth and death of nations, the rise of AI dominions, and the rediscovery of mythical creatures once thought extinct or never believed to have existed. Among these, the Inaccessible Island rail, a bird long thought to have been confined to a tiny island in the South Atlantic, has adapted in unexpected ways, becoming a symbol of the persistent force of life.

The great samurai Takashi, known in whispers as the Red Crane, once a man of flesh and bone, fell in a legendary battle centuries ago. But his spirit, too stubborn for the afterlife, bound itself to his armor, waiting for the day it would rise again. And it did, in the age of neo-samurai and techno-shogunates.

When Takashi awakened, his body was not as it once was. His skeletal visage was now a mask of ivory and steel, infused with the same crimson threads that graced the plumage of the Inaccessible Island rail. Takashi became a guardian of a strange new world, a world where the rail had evolved into a creature of both flesh and circuitry, navigating not only the winds of the sky but also the data streams of cyberspace.

Takashi's return coincided with the rise of a new peril, an entity that threatened the delicate balance between the old magic and new technology. This threat was known only as the Data Wraith, a ghost in the machine that consumed information, souls, and the very essence of life. Villages would go silent, wildlife vanished, and even the skies seemed to dim as the Wraith passed.

But Takashi was not just a warrior; he was a symbol, a beacon of resistance. His armor, engraved with the tales of old and the runes of new magics, became a rallying point for those who sought to preserve the world from this devouring shadow. The Inaccessible Island rail, once a mere creature of adaptation, had become intertwined with the planet's fate. It seemed to dance around Takashi, a dance of inspiring synchronicity, as if it were guiding him towards his destiny.

As Takashi ventured through the remnants of old cities and the skeletons of forgotten technologies, he found allies. A legion of bio-engineered samurai, a cabal of techno-sorcerers, and the ethereal Inaccessible Island rails, now the harbingers of both nature and technology's resilience.

The final confrontation with the Data Wraith was inevitable. As Takashi and his allies launched their assault on the Wraith's digital fortress, the battle raged both in the physical realm and in the virtual. The Inaccessible Island rails, navigating through data streams, disrupted the Wraith's control, while Takashi, with his blade that shimmered with a thousand years of history, struck at the heart of the Wraith's power.

In the end, it was the unity of life and technology, the harmony between the ancient ways and the new order, that turned the tide. Takashi, the Red Crane, with his ghostly form and the Inaccessible Island rails, now avatars of the digital wind, cleansed the world of the Wraith's corruption. And when the battle was over, the world breathed anew, as the Inaccessible Island rails sang a song of a future where all life could soar on the winds of change, unafraid of the darkness that once threatened to engulf them all.

[thelonelyarchon]

W-wait...

I'm probably going to sound insane (lol) but this got me thinking...

I always found it weird how they deliberately named one of their male characters "Artem" (in english). You can argue "Nah, it's nothing. And yes, there's a big possibility that it is nothing. BUT! Hear me out.

I'm no theorist or anything. I'm a simple Artem lover who loves to see him become "true route/canon" male love interest. Sit back and relax, I'm gonna ramble about him! <3

We know that Artemis/Themis is representative of our MC, Rosa, or us. We can see it in her statue. Although it's only a symbolism, with how far CN ToT has gotten so far, we cannot be so sure if this plays a bigger part.

So... I searched for the greek goddess/roman goddess diana/artemis and look at the interesting stuff i found.

Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, chastity, and rebirth. She was mostly depicted by poets and artists as a STAG or hunting dog.

And we know who's been depicted as a stag/deer before? This guy.

Do I need to explain? >~<

So I checked what Deer meaning is and its usually gentleness and sensitivity and even innocence and youth. But when I search for it's meaning in love, I was floored.

Here is the article where I got the excerpt below:

"Deers do not force their way through life, and so they are a reminder that we cannot coerce the flow of love in our own lives. The deer encourages submerging into love and embracing love on its own terms. They do not wrestle it to the ground, rather..they gently survey and explore their realm, detecting the presence of love in every breeze and blossom on their path. This, I think, is the epitome of deer meanings in that these creatures display heightened sensitivity to life."

Now, I'm going to link 2 tumblr posts about Artem Love Theme in game. Actual CN lore/translation. You be the judge of this. I'll try to summarize it in excerpts:

1 & 2

From link 1:

"[可遇而不可求]... this phrase means is that what belongs in your life will come to you and what doesn’t belong to your life should not be forced. A wondrous thing can only be waited for and if it belongs to you then, when the opportunity comes, you put in the effort and you will get it. However, if it doesn’t belong to you, then even if you force it and obtain it for a short while you will still ultimately lose it in the end."

From link 2 (vid):

"It's not that I haven't thought this before, but perhaps to me you are something that can only be encountered and not sought for."

Like it fits so well with his theme of love in game. Also, why deer out of all the animals out there. Deer that is connected symbollically to Artemis/Themis? Hmm.. Sus.

I think I'm gonna cry... anyway! Moving on from the article and just to my thoughts in general.

I wouldn't be surprised if Artem's the actual true love/true end/canon-y male lead. Lol. Before, I would say Luke's very canon with the best friends to lovers trope but Artem blows away all of them by a margin that I like to call...

Fate. Specifically, Red String Fate and Past Lives.

This is just my personal opinion and everyone is invited to have a take. I even doubt there would be a "true love/true end/canon" couple like some otome games in ToT. But if we're going to agree just this once about who's more likely set up in game by Mihoyo as Rosa's canon lover (or who'll betray her--*someone staples my mouth shut*), it's going to be Artem for a few reasons I noticed.

His name is Artem from Artemis. Rosa is symbolically Artemis or at least connected to her. They're both symbols of justice since they're lawyers.

Artem is Libra. Libra is Themis' scale of justice. She holds him. You can argue he's favored but that isn't really a strong hold. I just think it's interesting lol.

In all major ToT events (except Enduring Light I think) such the Gufeng/Blizzardous Event and Artem's personal cards Entwined Fate and Paired Blessing, there is always a presence of the Red String trope. It's become clear it's their trope.

If you don't know what this trope is, to give a very rough idea, it's essentially you have a destined soulmate and your pinkies or your lives are entwined/tangled/connected through a red string that binds you forever. It's an invisible string that pulls you to this person no matter what, no matter where you are, what lifetime you are in. Like fate. Fated lovers in any lifetime. Reincarnation. I think the only way to sever this completely is through a pair of divine scissor (?). I dont know. I've long forgotten this tale TT^TT.

So going back, it's so weird to me that Artem and Rosa has so much past lives theme and red string themes like fate and all that in their personal love story. And its not even just in the personal cards like the separate ones from the canon in game events that comes with the cards like the exploration games.

Artem and Rosa's fates diverted out of their story multiple times and I think this happened with Luke too in the new event (the current one, Enduring Light) but Luke was playing a character when he alludes to little boss (rosa in their roleplay) as the person luke saved in his "past life" when he killed himself by purposefully crashing his plane lol. But with Artem and Rosa... they were themselves when they discovered objects that alluded to their "past lives". It's very cute. I don't think its canon (a/n: its not lol.) but i love how mihoyo has stuck to this religiously.

Here's a Twitter Thread.

4. Rosa is almost if not always saved by Artem in some way in Main Story. Remember when Rosa has to choose to kill Artem or herself? Yeah, that's on main story! Or other times they got trouble in that club or something? It's a lot. I think Artem's got the most screen time too in Main Story overall.

This is gettingbway too long so I'm cutting this short. Thanks for dealing with my rambling! Phew! You made it this far? You're a certified Artem Wing lover I bet 🤣💗🫶🏻

TAKE NOTE:

I may be screaming "Oh this is bloody canon!" "Oh they're canon!" "True love!" Yadada and all that, but remember this is just my personal, selfish opinion based on what I found and my thoughts in general as someone who goes with Artem as her main lead.

If you beg to differ, please you're welcome to give your thoughts! It's welcomed here 🥰🫶🏻

STAN ARTEM.

Guys I'm dead everyone knows Artem's name is a short variation of the greek "Artemis" but then if you squint at it...

Artem

Artemis

Ar-T(h)emis

Themis

Guys 💀

[writingmuses]

Love Potion 

Request: Based on a request for an IC x Reader, either a sex pollen fic or a magic potion fic (I may or may not do a sex pollen fic in the future 👀)

Elain x Reader, Nessian X Reader, Azriel x Reader, some mentions of Lucien X Reader (maybe I’ll do a prequel?) → a little bit for everyone. 

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, minors do not engage. Self-pleasure, fingering, grinding, breast play, p in v, biting, mentions of being under the influence. 100% consensual. ANGST.

Use of she/her for the reader. The reader is Rhy’s sister. 

Literal Porn with plot for the sake of porn but there is a lot of potential angst to turn this into an actual fic if anyone's interested by the end (so much drama to unpack). 

Synopsis: Reader accidentally drinks a love potion.  As desire courses through Y/Ns veins, and her inhibitions lower, she encounters the different members of the Inner Court.

Word count: 15.7K (WHOOPS)

-MOR-

“What is it?” Mor asks, gently tapping on the side of the glass pitcher. She brings her hands to her knees and lowers herself down to eye level with the fluid inside. She watches the plum-coloured liquid swirl within the glass, glimmering with tiny flecks of gold, dancing around one another to music that does not exist, suspended in infinite motion. 

She must admit that it is beautiful. That, however,  just makes her all the more suspicious. Mor blows an annoying stray curl out of her face and swivels to meet her cousin’s eyes. Rhysand’s violet gaze is clouded and dark, full of irritation. That means, Mor notes, that her dearest cousin is already aware of what’s inside the pitcher that has been gifted to her High Lady. 

“Yes, Lucien, do indulge my cousin and tell everyone about the swill you have brought into my home," Rhys voice clips. Lucien had arrived at the River House mere minutes ago, holding a large oak tray. On that tray sat the pitcher containing the mystery liquid, one ridiculously bejewelled challis, a single red rose, and, a note addressed to the High Lady:

Dearest Feyre,

I hope you are well and safe.

I apologize for my dismissal of your title as High Lady earlier this year. You are more worthy than any other female I have come across in my many centuries. 

I understand now that you would make a wondrous High Lady in any court. 

I am sending this note with Lucien along with my finest tea as a token of peace and as a toast to you in your new role. I would love for you to sample the wine and write me back letting me know how it made you feel. 

Please do not tell Rhysand of my gift to you, for I fear he would not understand this gesture between friends. 

I count the seconds to your reply.

All my love, 

Tamlin 

Lucien is quite pale. His normally bronzed skin looks ashy and his eyes are sullen. “Rhys… I-I know what you must be thinking.” The male clears his throat, worrying his bottom lip,“I’m sure he just wasn’t in his right mind - or maybe he didn’t know the properties of the liquid. Tam-” 

Darkness begins to creep out from behind Rhys, his face stony.“Do not mention that name in my house right now, Lucien. I have half a mind to winnow over to Spring and gut the coward where he stands.” Rhys holds the note in his hands and quickly crumples it into a tight ball. “Do not make excuses for that vile creature.” His eyes burn with fury as he sends the balled up note careening through the air, and right into the roaring fireplace.

Almost all of the inner court was gathered around the two males, standing tense and mystified at this interaction. Everyone is dressed in fine clothes and gathered at the River house for family dinner. “I’m confused,” Mor queries again, “Rhys, please tell us what is happening?” 

Feyre approaches her mate, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. He turns to look at her. Their eyes locked in a way only a pair of mates could. The two converse internally, and after a moment, Feyre gasps aloud. “A love potion? Rhys, truly?” 

“What the fuck?” Cassian chimes in, brows furrowed, attention turning to the ginger male. “Why the fuck would you bring this to us,” Cassian takes a lumbering step towards Lucien. Mor takes a step forward as well, gripping the General's arm, not in the mood to have dinner ruined just yet.  “Were you in on it?” Cassian barks to the son of Autumn.

“Cauldron no!” Lucien slinks back a step, eyes glued to his worn leather boots, trying to dissipate some of the tension in the room. “I brought it here to show you that Tamlin is desperate - and not above resorting to such vile means.” He clears his throat and looks up to Feyre, a small, apologetic smile on his lips. “I brought this here to warn you that Tamlin will likely try again and that you need to be on your guard.” 

It is Mor now, who takes another step forward, rage simmering beneath her skin. “Likely story you prick. I’ll-” she starts, but she is cut off by a hand on her shoulder. The High Lady had made her way over to Mor, now gripping her shoulder with a delicate hand. 

“He’s telling the truth,” Feyre concludes. She eyes Rhys, another one of their private discussions taking place within the confines of their own minds. “Lucien showed us.” 

“Feyre darling is correct," Rhys sighs, "Our dear friend Lucien here, while foolish - meant well.” the anger in his eyes disperses as Rhys nods a brief thanks to the ginger fae. “Besides,” he ponders, “ this love potion would have no ill effect on our dear High Lady.” 

“Now how’d you figure that Rhys?” Mor raises a brow at her cousin. 

“Because the High Dunce of Spring still believes I have Feyre under my evil spell.” Rhys wiggles his fingers at his mate, dry humour dancing in his eyes. “You see, the particular love potion good ol Tam picked out is called Affectus Revelare, also known as Feelings Revealed." Rhys gestures at the pitcher. "The potion itself is quite rare and rather ancient even by fae standards, which is why I'm not surprised none of you recognized it. Even you Az.” Rhys nods to the shadow singer in the corner. Azriel, who prides himself on his diverse knowledge of poisons, spells and potions, nods in thanks, upset with himself for not having been able to place the potion immediately. 

“I think I've heard of it,” Mor muses, all eyes on her now. “It works to remove inhibition. To allow those who drink it to reveal their true feelings? It is strong, and able to cut through most other potions or spells. Which is probably why Tamlin selected it." Her cousin nods in agreement. She continues, "However, to my knowledge, it went out of favour a long time ago because of the side effects.” She turns back to her cousin and he nods in agreement. 

“What side effects?” Cassian asks. 

“Think of it as a magic truth serum. However, this truth serum removes  any suppression of morals and makes its drinker uncontrollably horny.” Rhys says in a strained voice. “Unstoppably so. The only way to get the urges to dissipate is to have a way with the object of the drinker’s strongest affections.”

The jaws around the room hang low. Cassian lets out a startled cough. Azriel is the first to recover from the uncomfortable silence, his shadows flying around his head as he quickly mutters to them. Some of his shadows disappear into thin air, Mor assumes they are presumably off to keep further tabs on the High Lord of Spring.

“So Tamlin thought what? That I would drink this so-called love potion, break the “evil curse” you’ve trapped me under, again, and then come running back into his arms?” Feyre was full-on laughing now and it was contagious. She wiped her eyes as tears formed as she fought to control her deep belly laugh. 

“And right into his bed.” 

Rhys slings an arm around Feyre’s shoulder and starts to turn her away from Tamlin’s ‘gift’. He kissed the top of her head, a signature smirk returning to his face. His eyes were clear and bright once again. “All that potion would have done is make you find me even more irresistible than I already am," he coos. 

“I don’t know how that could be possible.” 

“Oh Feyre darling, please, we have company.” Rhys groans and nuzzles deeply into his High Lady’s neck, laying kiss after kiss along her pulse point. He pulls his lips from her neck with great effort, and only after poor innocent Elain clears her throat uncomfortably. “Let’s bring this up to the House of Wind for now, we can further investigate the source of this potion tomorrow. I would be very interested to find out where Tamlin was able to source such a thing.” He nods to Cassian who scoops up the tray and heads towards the door. “Everyone meet back here for dinner in 10.” 

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-CASSIAN-

“I’ll drop this off, I need to pick up Nes anyways. I’ll be right back.” Cassian walks out the door and spreads his wings wide. With powerful strokes, he is up and into the air. In a few short minutes, he touches down on the stone balcony of the House of Wind. Not a single drop of the potion has spilled, and he smiles triumphantly. Nesta sits at the table, a smutty romance novel gripped in her hands. She looks up at him with a smile but worry quickly crosses her face and her eyes drift to the tray in his hands. 

“Don’t worry Nes,” he reassures her. “I didn’t get you anything. This was a gift for your sister, I wouldn’t dream of such a sweeping gesture. I know that you much prefers other methods of celebration,” Cassian says with a wink.

“Who’s it from?” Nesta closes her book, and rises from the table. 

“From Tamlin, of all males.” He sets the tray down on the tabletop, the bejewelled challis rattling against the pitcher at the sudden movements.

“A gift? From Tamlin?” 

“It’s a long story. Let’s head down to dinner, I’ll tell you on the way.” With that, Cassian scoops his beautiful mate into his arms. Her arms lock around his neck as he shoots off into the sky and back towards the River House. The love potion left on the table to be dealt with tomorrow. 

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-Y/N-

You winnow out of the sky a number of feet above the House of Wind and begin to make the unceremonious crash down to the balcony. You quickly generate a tiny cloud of sparkling night with a single thought to slow your descent.

I am so running late. 

You had been away in the Summer Court for three weeks visiting your dear friend, Tarquin. The High Lord of Summer and you had bonded over your shared love of the ocean, gossip and fruity drinks many decades ago. He now invited you every couple of months for a visit to his vacation villa, where you would swim, eat and share the juiciest, most jaw-dropping tidbits from your respective courts. You are the only one of the inner circle ever to be invited. This, of course, made Cassian infinitely jealous. 

You loved your visits with the High Lord of Summer. The weight on your shoulders would slip away, even if it was just for a few days and you would both be free of responsibilities. However, this visit had been mostly diplomatic and unfortunately, you had found yourself roped into weeks of dinners and meetings. Working on updating trade agreements between the courts, while important, had been dreadfully boring. So much so that as you had left, Tarquin made the promise that this trip didn’t count and that you would meet up again in two months' time for a redo.

You feel dead tired. What you truly need is a hot bath and good long sleep. But tonight is family dinner and you are excited to see everyone. No work talk, that would wait until tomorrow, but it was rare to have a moment where we were all together, wine flowing and laughs ringing through the River House. You wouldn’t miss it for the world. 

You pass into the dining room and drop your large satchel on the table beside one of Nesta's books. Beside her book, sat a pitcher of tea you assumed Nesta had made for herself during her afternoon reading session. You giggle at the rose laid out next to it. Nesta truly was a romantic at heart. You scoop it up and admired the luscious red of the petals. It was just like Nes to indulge herself in the finer things, especially amidst one of her reading frenzies. 

You twirled the delicate blossom in your hand and inhale the scent deeply, when suddenly you hiccup in pain. Looking down at your hand you realize one of the thorns had sliced your finger. You quickly drop the flower and bring your finger to your mouth, sucking the coppery drops of blood. The cut is shallow and heals instantly, the tiny pink scar disappearing right under your gaze. With the flower now forgotten, you turn your attention to the tea. 

You quickly scan the room, as if Nesta would appear out of thin air at any moment and berate you for taking what wasn’t yours. The thought made you let out a nervous chuckle. If Nes is putting out fancy flowers with her drink, then the tea she selected must be simply divine. 

Don’t mind if I do!

You grasp the gaudy bejewelled challis in one hand and picked up the crystal pitcher with the other. You pour yourself a large cup. As the liquid pours from one vessel to another, you can’t help but admire the way it sparkles and shimmers, almost like stardust suspended in liquid - not unlike your own magic. 

With a little cheers in the air, you take your first taste.

A low moan erupts from the back of your throat. Never have you tasted anything so divine. Hints of rose and lavender, honeysuckle and almond, rose and hibiscus. But also something deeper, and tangier, a musk of dark earth and fresh rain. It tasted of desire and warmth, of friction and longing. The flavour overwhelms your senses, and becomes all-encompassing. 

You take a second small sip. Another groan involuntarily passes your lips. 

Then a third and fourth sip, both larger, more eager.

You take a fifth, and down the rest of your cup.

Now, in a frenzy, you refill the challis and drain it all in one gulp. 

Again. And again. And again. It is as if you are in a trance, unable to stop yourself, needing to feel the sweet nectar pass your lips, and slide down your throat. The mesmerising liquid burns deliciously as you drink and drink and drink until the pitcher is empty. 

As quickly as it had begun, it was over. With the pitcher empty, your desire to consume was gone. Your hands shake as you place the challis and pitcher back onto the tray. Your memories of what has just transpired are hazy. In one breath all memory of drinking the tea was gone. In the next breath, you remember it is family dinner. You quickly grab your bag and shuffle up to your room. Throwing the bag into the corner, you turn to the mirror to address your appearance. The dress you don is a light sea foam green, a slit running all the way up to your hip bone, and a low V neckline descending down almost to your navel. As it was currently winter in Velaris, you would need to change into some warmer clothes. As you reach around to unclasp your dress, you are suddenly hit with an intense feeling of warmth. Your face flushes and in the mirror you see sweat form at your temples. It lasts only for a second before your temperature begins to regulates, but it was enough to convince you to stay in the cooler summer garment. I must just be tired. 

You head back out to the balcony ready to go meet your family. You leap off the ledge and as you enter a free fall, you sigh in relief, letting the chilled air cool you down as you let out a blissful sigh. You catch yourself on a cloud of starlight, pulling out of your free fall and making your way towards the River House. 

You land just outside the border of the River House. As you pass through the boundary and up the front steps you are hit again with another wave of heat. This time it is stronger. You brace yourself on the handrail. Did I spend too much time in the sun? you pondered, thinking back on your time in the Summer Court. You had not spent more time than usual. 

I must just be overtired from my long trip. Right as you reach this conclusion, the heat rapidly dissipates, returning your body to normal once again.

 There was no further time for contemplation as the front door swung open and Cassian comes into view. "Oh, mighty adventurer,” he mocks with a salute, “welcome home!” He bellows loudly. You jump up the last two steps and he immediately pulls you in for a deep hug. Your face buries into the side of his neck. You had missed him dearly while you were away, but of course, you would never tell him that. 

But, what starts as a friendly welcome home, quickly changes course. 

Suddenly, the smell of sandalwood and crackling embers surrounds you, invading all of your senses. This was Cassian’s scent, something you smelt daily for 400 years, and have never thought twice about. But now all of a sudden, he is the only thing you want to smell. You huff in his scent and feel your body warm and tingle.  What the hell? you cry internally. You know you should pull away. But instead, you have the irresistible urge to lick the thick, long column of his neck, and you nearly do. That’s not the only thing that’s long and thick I want to be licking, you muse, and your core throbs. You have no idea what is happening. Cassian, Cassian, Cassian your mind repeats over and over. Lick him, bite him, claim him. You bite your lips, teeth surely drawing blood. Anything to keep your mouth from latching onto him. You need him. You take a shuddering breath, his scent dancing in your lungs as you- 

You’re pulled out of your twisted mind as Cassian adds, “Now, get the fuck inside before you catch your death.”

 You quickly pull away from the General and look down. You had forgotten that you were still in your summer attire. An outfit that while gorgeous was not equipped to handle the Velaris winter you were currently experiencing. You risk a glance back up to Cassian, he smiles gesturing inside the house. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice the massive loss of judgement you had just experienced. You do not have feelings for Cassian. That much you know to be true, at least not anymore. Right? You reassure yourself once again that you must just be tired, that your brain was playing tricks. 

You shake your head to clear your thoughts as you step through the door. You failed to notice how Cassian’s nose flared as you passed him.

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Everyone greats you as you enter the dining room. Luckily, your head seems to remain on straight, as no further desire of Cassian clouds your brain. Your brother and his wife offer you both a quick hug, with the promise to debrief tomorrow, you all take your seat at the dinner table. You have strategically placed yourself as far from Cassian as possible, sandwiched in between Feyre and Mor. You hear the chair across from you slide out and you look up to meet the shadowsinger’s eyes as he slips into the chair. You had not seen him when you arrived. But now you see him - more clearly than ever before. 

He offers you a small smile. “How was your visit to Summer, Y/N?”

You don’t hear his question. You are too busy staring at his mouth. Plump lips, tinged slightly red from the cup of wine he’s been sipping out of. His tongue darts out, coating his lips in a glossy sheen. You wonder how those lips would feel against yours… against your breasts… against your core. You blink slowly, noticing his lips are still moving. Oh, the things those lips could do. Suddenly, you feel a hand squeeze your elbow. You yelp and turn to see Feyre grasping your arm. 

“Are you alright Y/N?” She frowns softly, concern dancing in her eyes. 

“P-perfectly” You mutter, blinking rapidly, looking anywhere but towards the shadowsinger. 

“Are you sure? Azriel’s been trying to talk to you for a good minute.” 

“J-just tired.” You assure them. “Think I spent too much time in the sun.” You raise your shoulders in a shrug, mumbling. 

“I’m relieved to hear you’re not intentionally ignoring me,” Azriel quips trying to meet your eye once again. 

“Never.” You say, still not meeting his eye, picking up your wine glass and drinking deeply. “Never.”

And it’s true. Normally, you would never ignore the shadowsinger. You had known him for over 400 years and loved him for 200. Being 80 years younger than your brother Rhys meant that you had grown up with the three of them as your primary moral figures. Rhys was your brother who acted like a father, Cassian your best friend, and Azriel your fiercest protector. And you loved them all for 200 years until something began to change. You had developed a crush on Cassian from an early age. With his broad and muscular chest, and his lushes locks, he sure knew how to make a female swoon. But he was your best friend, and that came first. Your bond with Azriel, now that was even more complicated. He had an uncanny way of being able to see you, to truly see all of you. You loved him as something more, something different than the infatuation you felt with Cass. You yearned for Azriel, and for a time you thought that maybe he desired you too. 

But nothing ever came of it. Maybe it was because he had watched you grow up? Or perhaps it was because you were Rhy’s little sister? You didn’t know. But you’ve been a grown female for four mortal life cycles, and both of those excuses didn’t hold any water as far as you were concerned. 

After 150 years of you pining away while he pined away for your cousin, you finally thought he was seeing you as you are, the female who could obliterate enemies with a thought, the female who held the court together while Rhys was under the mountain, the female who was not just her brother’s little sister, but an equal. 

Then the Archerons arrived. 

And you loved them all dearly. Feyre making your brother’s heart sing, Nesta having Cassian wrapped around her little finger, and Elain. Elain, who was a gentle breeze on a warm night. A breath of fresh air amidst the fog. Elain. Who was gorgeous and talented and funny. And while you may have thought those things, so did Azriel. You could only assume as he never did confide in you, but his glances lingered. Yours lingered as well, but more so in appreciation, in lust. Not in love as you suspected the shadowsinger’s did.

And there she was now, sitting beside Azriel, looking perfect as always. Hair smooth and glossy. Eyes big and bright, the richest, most delicious shade of brown you had ever seen. A long slender neck and cleavage that heaved tight against her bodice with each breath, as if her milky flesh was a moment away from bursting- 

The sound of breaking glass yanked you out of your lustful thoughts. You looked around for the source of the noise before you realize that it was you. Your wine glass once, in your hand was now in 100 pieces on the floor beside you, a small puddle of red wine at your feet. 

“Y/N/N are you alright?” Rhys had made his way towards you in the blink of an eye. He snapped his fingers and the glass, and the puddle of red disappeared. He leaned down to your height, pressing his palm to your forehead. “I think you might have a slight fever.” 

“I’m so sorry about the mess, I don’t know where my mind went!” Yes, you do. “ I think I must just be overtired.” You offer a tight smile.  “Too much sun.” you offer as an excuse. Yes, too much sun and now you’re a delirious fool. 

Rhys only nods fondly, “Maybe you should head to bed kiddo.” You’re so eager to get out of there that you don’t even snark back about him calling you a kid. 

“Good idea.” You raise from your chair, and you feel the arousal that had been unknowingly collecting at your core, begin to coat your thighs. You had to get out of there before you were scented. Family dinner nights meant everyone was staying at the River House. Luckily for you, that meant you didn’t have far to go. You turn and hightail it out of there, not noticing how the shadowsinger across from you holds his breath as you scurry away. 

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Once you are up the stairs and out of sight, you kick off your shoes and run. You run down the hallway and around the corner to your chambers. You swing open the door and slam it shut behind you. Leaning against the wooden door, you take a shuddering breath. What is wrong with me? 

You were no stranger to love and lust. But you had never had quite such a visceral reaction. For so many different fae. At the same time. You are hot all over now and it is as if there is fire in your veins. Your breath is shaky. You need to get a grip. Blinking hard, you make your way to the washroom, and fill the tub with icy cold water. 

Your fingers grapple with the claps on the dress, fighting to release yourself. You give up, snapping your fingers, the dress disappearing, leaving you bare, and still burning. You sit at the edge of the tub before quickly sliding your feet below the surface. The shock of the cold hits your brain and for a moment you stop thinking. But it is not enough as you feel another wave of arousal dripping from your core. You know you are going to regret this, but you also don’t know what will happen next if you don’t. You take a deep breath and fully submerge your body. All you feel is cold. Alll you feel is ice. The fire under your skin tames. The lustful thoughts vanish. It is just you and the cold. Relief floods your bones as your face breaks the surface. 

You lean your head against the rim of the tub, happy to be rid of your dirtiest thoughts. You lay in the cold water until the warmth of your body has rendered it tepid. You finally feel in control of yourself again. You heave your relaxed body out of the tub and wrap yourself in a fluffy white towel. Tucking the ends under your armpit, you move back into your bed chamber. The towel drops to the floor as you walk up to your wardrobe and pull on a simple silk nightgown, as dark as the night sky, dressing cool to avoid any future heat spells, hopefully. 

You hastily scramble into bed and slide under your silk sheets. Exhaustion hitting you. You lay on your back, eyes closed as you slowly drift off to sleep. With not a single thought, your mind is finally quiet.

And then it’s back. 

Heart hammering, your eyes fly open. Searing heat spreads through your entire body. Heat radiates from your core all the way to your fingertips. Your desire is bruning you from the inside. The heat wants to be fed, wants to consume. 

Wants to be consumed. 

Is it that simple? you ask yourself. Would self-pleasure finally rid you of this torment? It had been a few weeks since you had last found release, the time spent in Summer Court kept you too busy for simple pleasure. But it was not like you had not gone this long before, in fact, you had gone much longer and never with any issue. You craved the touch of another, but you suppose your body will hardly care where the pleasure comes from. Your nipples harden at the very thought. Decision made. 

 Arousal is now weeping from your core as your thighs clench together. As if with minds of their own, your hands pull the sheets off your body, exposing your skin to the night air. Your nipples pebble even harder, straining deliciously against the silk of your nightgown. You palm one of your breasts, the action causing shockwaves of pleasure to roll through your body. 

Your other hand comes up and palms the other, a strangled moan leaving your lips. Your fingers dance along your left breast and encircle your nipple over the glossy material of your nightgown.  You were still too hot. You quickly pull the straps down your arms. As your nipples meet the cold air, you could weep with joy. Your hands, finally able to touch your bare skin ghost over the sensitive flesh before your fingers are quickly clamping around your left nipple in a tight pinch. Your thighs clench again, as your core pulses, as if with a heartbeat of its own. You give your nipple another delicious twirl. 

Your other hand travels down and down and down until it reaches the hem of your nightgown. Without a moment's hesitation, you pull the material up to your waist. Your arousal coats your thighs, as your hand move closer to your core, fingers disappearing between your legs. 

The moment your fingers touch your clit, your hips buck wildly, back straining off the bed. Your fingers swirl around it again and again and again, the friction causing strangled moans to escape your throat, hips thrusting up wildly. 

Your skin gleams in the moonlight, the heat building inside of you. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure. This time as your hand swirls around your clit, your other hand, still clinging to your breast, gives your nipple a sharp torturous twist. Pleasure and pain unite and suddenly you’re shaking as release barrels through you, your orgasm so intense your whole body shakes as you ride wave after wave of pleasure. 

As you come down from your high, your body trembles with exertion. 

But it is not enough.

Breathing deeply, your hand, now coated in your juices slides back down between your legs, and this time, you slide two fingers inside. You thrust in and out sharply. Setting a torturous pace and your fingers sink deep into your cunt, curling expertly inside you. In a matter of moments, you are overcome with another orgasm. Again and again and again, you work your body to climax.

It is never enough.

Your body gives out sometime between the eighth and tenth orgasm, releasing you into a dreamless sleep. 

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You awaken groggy, and unsure of your surroundings. The fog clears with a couple of blinks of your eyes and you realize you are in your bed at the River House. Looking down you see you are laid out, your nightgown askew and your thighs sticky.

And then it all comes flooding back. 

How you pleasured yourself over and over again, the pace never relenting, just like the hunger for release did not relent. You had fucked yourself into oblivion. 

But, it appears to have worked. Laying still you realise that your mind has returned to blissful silence once again. Finally free. No thoughts of lust or desire, just calm and slight confusion. Now more awake, you glance out the window and see that the moon is still high in the sky. It was late, but still a long way off until morning. 

Confusion still runs through your bones. The intense need you felt earlier had come on so fast and strong, a hurricane of arousal. But it appears that the skies have now cleared, feeling content and more like yourself you huff and slowly sit up. Your stomach growls painfully, starved from the exertion and the lack of dinner. You could also do with a wash. Food first, you decide. 

No one should be out and about the house at this hour, but just in case, you slip the nightgown over your head. The material is coated in your slick. Already ruined, you use the dress to clean up the arousal on your thighs. You refuse to think about how good the silken material feels against your inner thighs. You make your way to your dresser, and this time you pull out a pair of plain grey underwear and a long black t-shirt. The t-shirt fell down to your mid-thigh. 

You make your way to the door and pry it open slowly, so as not to wake anyone else. Elain also has a room in this wing, and she was a notoriously light sleeper. You begin to pad down the hallway lightly, the marble cold against your bare feet. You feel a cold breeze wafting down the hall. Someone must have forgotten to close the balcony doors, you think. But then again, who would have opened the windows in the middle of winter? Snow had yet to fall, but the cool winter air had definitely arrived. More alert, you slowly make your way towards the open balcony doors, arms close to your sides, fists clenched. 

Your arms lower immediately when you see who stands out on the balcony. You would recognize her shapely figure anywhere. 

Elain stands with her back to you. She is wearing a blush-coloured pair of wide-legged pyjama pants,a shawl embroidered with flowers covers her shoulders. Her hair is unbound and glows like individual strands of gold. You feel your stomach tighten. She looks beautiful. You shake your head, trying to rid it of any other thought beyond concern. You gently rap your knuckles on the doorframe. Elain, still not fully tuned in to her new fae senses, jumps and spins around quickly. Her hand comes up to clutch onto her heaving chest. You could see her breath slow when she sees who it is, hand falling back down to her side. 

You make eye contact with her, deep chestnut eyes meeting your own. And then her chest starts heaving again, and it takes all your strength to keep your eyes from wandering. You look up at the night sky instead.

“Elain, honey what are you doing out here, you’ll catch your death.” She looks at you nervously as you approach. Your feet tingle in protest at the cold stone beneath you. 

“Erm- nothing. I just needed some fresh air,” you reach for her hand. She laces her hand in yours, eyes squeezing shut, “and some quiet.” 

“But it is-” oh. Oh no. She had heard you. Your cheeks flush scarlett as you try to pull away. “Elain, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t realize I was so…” You trail off. Her hand tightens around yours, rooting you into place. Her fingers are frigid from being out here on the balcony for Cauldron knows how long. 

“Loud.” She finishes your sentence. “The walls are quite thin.”

“I am sorry Elain for disturbing your sleep. I’m not sure what has come over me. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Are you happy with yourself? Poor, delicate Elain was awoken by the sounds of you touching yourself. Poor, gorgeous Elain had to escape outside in order to avoid hearing the sounds you made. Poor, delicious Elain- and oh did she look delicious. She wore a thin white camisole underneath her shawl. She wore no bra underneath, her nipples rock hard from the biting winter air. Oh how much you wanted to devour her.

You freeze again and fight against your mind. Not again. Not now. But it is Elain’s next words that have your lustful thoughts winning once again. 

“I wasn’t sleeping.” Elain’s eyes met yours again, darker, more intense. “You, pleasured yourself for over 2 hours, did you know that?” Her sentence tumbled out. “Two hours without stop. Two hours of sheer pleasure.”

“Again, Elain I am so sorry but we should discuss this inside, we’ll catch our deaths out here”. You go to pull her along with you, back into the warmth of the hallway. She releases your hand.

“I never have, you know.” Her voice sounded far away now, mind far away.

“Never what Elain?”

“Never-” She trails off again. You finally catch on, and the fire within your belly reignites. 

“Never touched yourself?” She lets out a slight giggle at your question and looks down at her slipper-clad feet. 

“No, I’ve definitely tried to self-pleasure.” She shakes her head. “In fact I tried just tonight, listening to you.” It is your cheeks that burn red hot now. You swallow deeply at her confession. Did she touch herself to the sound of you? “But,” she continues, “I’ve never been able to make myself…reach completion. Never. I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me. I want to, gods do I want to. But, it just never happens.” Her voice shakes, and as she looks away again, you can see her eyes shining with tears. “I have been getting a lot closer with Lucien. I do think he is an honourable man.. Male, I mean. But I do not wish to saddle him with a mate who does not know what she is doing. He has lived centuries, and I do not even know how to please myself, never mind him.” 

“You do not owe him anything, you know? There is nothing wrong with you, and if he is truly a good male, then he will not be bothered by any experience you do or do not have. There is so much more to a relationship than sex.” She is one of the most perfect creatures in existence. That male should be so very lucky for dirt under her shoes never mind anything else. 

“I do know that. I do. But, I think this is something I have to do for myself first. Before I look towards a future with Lucien.” 

“What is it you need to do?” You lick your lips. 

“I want to feel good like you made yourself feel.” 

“Do you want me to make you feel good, Elain?” 

“I want you to make me feel alive.” 

And then she is vaulting towards you, hands grasping your shoulders, and then her lips are on yours. 

She tastes of jasmine and honey. A taste you never thought you would experience. But here she is, this perfect female, and Cauldron she was kissing you. Her plump, rosy lips are soft and firm. Her nails dig gently into your shoulders, and you can now smell her arousal, sharp and heady. Your core clenches in response. Your arms come around and encircle her waist, pulling her body tight against yours. You can feel her nipples against your own chest. She is freezing, and burning all at once. 

The kiss ends and she pulls her lips away. Foreheads pressed together she looks at you through her brows. Your eyes meet and understanding passes through you. Your heads give a little nod, and she nods her own in response. Your hand finds hers and you gently pull her over to the corner of the balcony, to a long chaise lounge, the cold forgotten. She sits gently, legs swinging up onto the chaise, head tilting back, exposing the pale tender flesh of her neck. Her shawl falls off her shoulders. You now stand at the edge of the chaise, eying her up and down. You can feel the desire within you trying to surge, to consume. But you reign it in. This is not about you. 

It is all about Elain.  ”Let me bring you back to life,” you say as you gently spread her legs, and crawl up in between them. You align yourself perfectly, foreheads touching once again. “If anything is too much El, you let me know.” She nods again and tilts her head until her lips meet yours. The second kiss is slower, and more passionate. Her lips part and your tongue slides in, dancing upon hers. 

After an eternity you separate, a thin trail of saliva connecting you. You pepper kisses to her cheek, her nose, and her chin, working your way down her throat until you arrive at the place just above her collarbone. Your lips clamp onto the sensitive flesh, and you hear Elain moan in response. It is music to your ears. As you lap at her neck, your fingers begin to trace down the length of her torso, eliciting sighs and pleasure. You run your fingertips gently down the valley between her breasts, down past her navel and along her hip bone, stopping at the hem of her camisole. Your mouth comes away and you make eye contact once again. Elain is in control, and you pause, waiting for her consent to continue. 

“Please.” Her breath is coming in quick pants as she begs. Your fingers grab the hem and Elain leans forward and lifts her arms. You make quick work of pulling it over her head, tossing it to the side. Her skin glows like the stars in the sky. Her large breasts are firm and aching to be touched.

Elain’s teeth clench at the exposure to the cold, but the moan that follows is enough to spur you on. Your mouth trails more kisses along her collarbone and down between her breasts. Elain’s hands wind into your hair, holding you close. You look up at her and wink, and then your lips enclose around one of her perfect, pert nipples. Elain lets out a breathy gasp at the sensation of your hot mouth upon her breast. Your tongue swirls around her peak, a chorus of gasps and moans spilling from Elain’s lips.

Your lips detach with a pop, and the cold air blows against the wet bud. Elain lets out another sharp gasp and she cries out “More. Cauldron please, more!” Her chest is heaving. One of your hands comes up and cups her other breast, and you slowly slink down the chaise. Your tongue trails against her skin as it follows the same path your fingers had made, down between her breasts, all the way down to her navel. Your tongue swirls around it, the thin trail of saliva igniting Elain’s skin despite the cold. You continue your path down until your lips reach the hem of her pants. You breathe deeply. “You smell so gods damned good El.” Her hands untangle from your hair and go to grab the hem of your shirt, you quickly stop her. “This isn’t for me El, this is all for you. Let me make you feel good.” Elain nods, briefly and her hands relent, moving up to cup her own breasts instead. You pull the tie on her pants gently and hook your thumbs into the waist. You see a patch of wetness on the crotch of her pants and your question is answered as you gently pull them down her legs. No panties. 

Her pants and slippers are now discarded and you take a moment to drink her in. She is exquisite. Her hair lays around her like a halo of gold. Her skin shines as bright as a star. Her hands work her supple breasts and her eyes are lidded and dark with desire. Your eyes skim lower, to her round hips, thick and shapely. And then your eyes fall to the patch of dark curls above her core, and then further still to the glistening arousal coating her thighs as she squeezes them together. 

You move up to capture her lips in yours once more before you drift lower again. Your hands grasp her thighs and you gently spread her legs. She is so beautiful. You bend her knees and they part, on either side of your head as your mouth approaches her sex. You blow a gentle breath across her clit, and you see her cunt pulse in response. “Gods, Y/N, please. Please!” 

Your hands wrap tighter around her thighs and you taste her. The salty taste of arousal pulls a groan out of your own throat. Your tongue circles her clit, and one of her hands finds your hair again, and her hips buck in response. Her thighs clamp around your head, as you suck her clit hard. You pull her even closer, your tongue travels lower, and traces around her opening, before diving in. Thrusting your tongue in and out of her core, she is moaning your name like a prayer, hips gyrating against your face, fucking your tongue deeper inside of her. She rides your tongue hard, in a state of euphoria. 

Breathless, you pull your mouth away and you move back up to her lips. “You taste divine.” You say simply and then your lips are on hers again, and she is moaning from the taste of her own slick upon your tongue. One of your hands smooths gentle circles against her cheek. “Still with me?” you ask. She nods and catches your lips again. Your hand trails down her side, giving her hips a gentle squeeze before drifting through the thick soft curls guarding her core. Your hand slips between her legs as your fingers circle her clit. A new wave of arousal drips from her cunt as your hand moves further down. You hold her gaze as your finger slowly enters her. Her teeth clamp onto her bottom lip and she groans. 

You start slow and quickly gain speed as her hips rock against your wrist. Meeting you thrust for thrust. You add a second finger and spread her deliciously. Fingers curl inside her, meeting the spongey flesh that makes Elain scream. 

“Oh, oh, gods, yes, yes,” you hear Elain gasp over and over again. You lower yourself back down as your other hand grips her pubic hair tight, your thumb goes to her clit, rubbing at a relentless pace and you watch her come undone. 

She screams in such pleasure, again and again, her core clenches around your soaked fingers. Her juices squirt and coat your t-shirt-covered chest. You continue to circle her clit, extending her orgasm as long as possible. She comes down from her high, her pants slowing, and you withdraw your hands. You lean up and capture her lips with yours once more. 

“Are you ok?” You ask. Looking into her eyes, you see they are alight with pleasure and joy. 

“What does this mean?” Elain worries her bottom lip. 

“It doesn’t have to mean anything El. This was about you finding yourself through pleasure.”

“Gods, Y/N that was- that was perfect”. A smile now shines brightly upon her lips. “Thank you-” You cut off her thanks with another quick peck on her lips. 

“Do not thank me Elain Archeron. Thank yourself for deciding to put your body and your pleasure first. If anything I should be thanking you for allowing me to come along on this journey with you.” Her smile is mirrored on your own face. “Lucien is going to be a very lucky male, El. You are perfect in every way.” 

Sitting up now, she throws her arms around you, squeezing you tight. She pulls away and looks down at the dampness coating your shirt. “I was not aware women- I mean females could do such things.” She traces the dark stain slowly, running her fingers along the slopes of your breast. 

“Some do,” you confirm, “if encouraged enough. Everyone is different, and I know that if you decide to, Lucien will worship everything about you.” She smiles again and pulls you in for another hug. You knew that this was not the start of a fling or romance with Elain. But instead, it had been a self-awakening, and she had allowed you to lead her through it. You were beyond honoured to help. 

“But how do you know that he- Lucien will like it. Like me.” 

“I have a confession of my own El.” You clear your throat, praying to the cauldron you weren’t about to say the wrong thing. “Lucien and I are about the same age. When we were growing up, we met on occasion at different events, and quickly developed a rapport.”  Elain quirked a brow. “We, well, we fucked. A lot.” Elain’s jaw drops. Your core clenches at the memories. Lucien’s mouth on yours, on your cunt. His member thrusting in and out of you, sloppiness and uncertainty turned to precision and strength as the years went on. You fight to tamper the flames of arousal within yourself. This is not the time or place. “We were each other's firsts and we experimented over the years. But that was well over three and a half centuries before you were born. It was so long ago that I don’t want you to think anything of it! We are friends now, have been for the last 300 years, nothing more, I promise.” And it was true.. The memories you had made together, were definitely special, cherished, and enough to turn your crank some days, but the actual male, was your friend and was now mated to another. “What I am trying to say, is that I can guarantee that you are everything he will ever desire.”

“Me and Lucien both lost our virginity to the same female?” she questions finally. You nod, eying Elain again. Hoping beyond hope that she does not take the news badly. To your surprise, she begins to chuckle, which turns into a cackle, which turns into a full-body fit of laughter, and you find yourself joining in. You both laugh and laugh while holding each other close. Eventually the fit winds down and with a few last giggles, Elain sighs, “I’m not sure why, but it seems very fitting.” You hum in agreement.

Elain’s eyes drooped in relaxation and exhaustion and she lays her head on your shoulder. 

The next moments happen in a blur. You help her to her feet, gather her clothes and you both make the quick, and risky walk back into the hall and into her chambers. Luckily the hallway is empty. 

You sit her on the bed and start a fire. Heading to her bathing chamber, you wet a cloth with warm water. Returning to find Elain still perched on the edge of her bed, you gesture for her to lean back. She obliges and you begin to cleanse her skin gently. Nothing save for respect and adoration floats between you now. You tuck her naked body gently under the covers and kiss her forehead.  Swiping your thumb against her cheek you whisper softly, “Good night El. Sweet dreams.”

Her eyes crack open and you hear her mumble, “Are you sure you don’t want me to try-” 

 You shush her. “This was a big moment for you El. I expect nothing in return.” She smiles again deeply. 

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for helping me find myself.” With that, Elain drifts off to sleep and you head out the door and back to your own chambers. 

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Back behind the closed door of your room, you stand frozen. The last few hours of your night running through your head. From the moment you arrived at the River House, something was different. You were different. Less… restricted. You’d felt no such feelings while away in the Summer Court. Your mind races, searching for an answer but coming up short. 

It was then that your stomach let out a loud growl. You missed dinner. You had been on your way to the kitchen when you encountered Elain. You scoff at yourself and your forgetfulness. You pull the shirt stained with Elain’s juices over your head, letting it join your previously discarded nightgown on the floor. Your panties were damp, but with the way the evening was progressing, you figured you’d end up just soaking another pair later, and opted to keep them on. Strolling over to your wardrobe for the third time tonight, not bothering with another shirt or nightdress, you pull on a simple grey robe. The material is thin but warm, enough to reheat your body after your outdoor escapade. 

Feet still bare, you head back out into the hallway and slowly pad down the empty corridor. You make it halfway down the stairs before you hear it. 

“Are you going to be a good boy, for me?” a female’s voice floats from the kitchen. You grip the railing and take a fractured breath. 

“Yes, my Lady. I promise I’ll be such a good boy.” Your core clenches as you recognize the low gravelly voice. For Cauldon’s sake. You should turn away, head back upstairs and forget the words you had just heard coming from the kitchen. But some unknown force, the same force that had emboldened you all night, urges you forward. Each step has your stomach clenching in anticipation. 

Eventually, you arrive at the threshold to the kitchen and your jaw drops. 

In the centre of the room sits Cassian, arms tied behind him to the back of his chair. His wings flare lightly to the sides. He is dressed in nothing but a pair of black undershorts. His bare back is to you, muscles rippling as he squirms, testing the limits of his bindings. 

On the counter is Nesta. You take in her figure and decide that they do indeed call her the Lady Death for a reason. Nesta lays atop the counter, body barely covered by a tight blood-red nightgown, garters on her thighs and red stilettos on her feet. Her hair is twisted into a crown of braids. She lays on her side, head propped up on her hand. In from of her sits a bowl of strawberries. Her hand dances above the bowl before plucking a strawberry from the pile. She brings it to her lips, tongue darting out to taste the berry. Staring into Cassian’s eyes she takes a bite. You and Cassian gasp in unison. 

Nesta’s head jerks in your direction and her steely eyes lock on yours. Caught in your act of voyeurism, you want to look away, look anywhere but at the female, shame should be bubbling through your veins. But it isn’t. You feel no shame. Only desire. Desire spreads through your body, a familiar feeling over the last few hours. Your cunt pulses with every second you stand there, rooted in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of you.

“Who is it Nes?” Cassian questions, trying to gauge his mate’s response to their intruder. You know he could break his binds easily if necessary. Something glimmers in the eldest Archeron’s eyes. Her nostrils flair and her lips quirk in a smirk.

“I’m surprised you can’t smell her yet.” Nesta answers, pushing herself up and into a seated position. You can see Cassian’s back shift as he takes in a deep breath. 

“Y/N.” 

Fuck. They can smell your arousal. 

“I’m sorry for the intrusion,” you have no idea where the sudden confidence has come from and you surprise yourself as you continue, “I seem to have interrupted a late-night snack.” 

The two mates lock eyes again, a whole conversation happening without words. Nesta eventually breaks the stare and returns her eyes to yours. “You’re looking a bit peckish yourself Y/N. You’re welcome to join us.” Mother above. “Come,” Nesta holds her half-eaten strawberry out towards you, “come have a bite.” Your gut tightens.

Your feet move before your brain can fully process what you are doing. It takes you 10 steps to pass Cassian, still tied to the chair, and another 3 to reach Nesta’s outstretched fingers. She parts her thighs so that your body can slide in between them. You gasp as her hand comes up to grasp your chin. Your legs tremble as Nesta leans in and whispers, “you are hungry, aren’t you?”

“Starved.” You manage to choke out. 

The tension is palpable as Nesta brings her strawberry up to your mouth. She traces the bow of your lips with the strawberries dripping flesh. “Open.” She commands. You do as you’re told and you take a bite of the tender fruit, its juice dancing on your tongue. It is Cassian now who lets out a low groan. In a moment you are flooded with sandalwood and lust as Cassian’s arousal hits your nose, and surges throughout the room, mixing with your own. You finally look over to the Illyrian, and what you see makes you hold your breath. A male who normally exudes strength, the General and Commander of your brother’s armies, Lord of Bloodshed, reduced to a squirming mess. Lust glows in his eyes and he looks from Nesta to you. 

“What do you think General?” Cassian squirms again at the use of his title. “I think she is still hungry, don’t you agree?” He lets out a low whine and his hazel eyes lock back on yours, both a reflection of lust and desire. 

“What do you say, Y/N?” he asks, voice low. The innuendos vanish as he probes you for further confirmation. He is making sure you are truly consenting to join in on whatever this was. You lied to yourself when you were shocked by your lust for Cassian earlier this evening, as you did in fact find him incredibly attractive, only more so now that he was entirely whipped by the bewitching Lady Death. It took you less than a second to answer him, the desire you had walked hand in hand with all evening flaring within you.

 “Yes,” you say. 

Nesta’s hand curls more firmly against your chin, turning your head back to hers. “Delectable,” she says. And then her lips are ghosting yours, breath mingling as your eyes flutter shut. You feel her tongue trace the same path of the strawberry, up and around the bow of your lips, and sweeping across the small gape of your mouth. 

Your hands instinctively come up to encircle her waist. 

Nesta’s lips leave you immediately, and you feel her arm reach down and give you a sharp smack on your ass. The sounds reverberate through the kitchen. You let out a hiss and your eyes fly open. “Unh unh kitten, no touching,” Nesta says, as she pulls your arms back down to your sides “don’t make me punish you.” 

You’re pretty sure your eyes roll into the back of your head at her words, and your thighs clench as wave after wave of desire crashes in you. “Yes, my Lady,” you murmur back. You hear Cassian let out another low groan as he shifts in his chair. 

“There’s a good kitten,” Nesta smiles, “now why don’t we give the General a little treat.” You hum in response. Nesta spins you around so that your back now falls against her. Your head falls into the crook of her neck as you eye Cassian once again. He looks up at the two of you through hooded eyes. You tilt your head slightly to the side and inhale Nesta’s scent of steel and pomegranate. “I want you to ride his thigh,” she says and the world stops for a moment. You stop breathing and you’re sure that Cassian does the same. Are you really about to do this with your best friend? The step forward you take is answer enough. You’re only another foot away from the Illyrian when Nesta’s voice rings out from behind you again, “Oh, and kitten,” you can hear the smirk in her voice, “drop your panties.” 

“Yes, Lady.” You reach under your robe and slowly slide your panties down your legs. You can see the dark patch made by the arousal now coating your thighs. Panties on the floor, the room is awash with a new wave of your potent arousal. Another low growl tears through Cassian’s lips. 

Cassian sits with his legs spread. His thighs are thick and muscular, the tanned skin shifting as you approach. Now standing in front of him, you quickly shift so that one of your legs is on either side of his left leg. Using his shoulders for leverage, you slowly lower yourself down onto the General’s thigh. The heat of his leg causes your breath to hitch. Cassian whimpers as the juices from your bare cunt weep onto his leg. You begin to move then, slow torturous gyrations as you get a feel for the large corded muscle beneath you. As your core soaks the General’s leg, you begin to pick up speed, rocking back and forth as the pleasure builds. 

“Good girl.” Nesta approaches you from behind. “Isn’t she being such a good Kitten, General?” 

“Mhm,” Cassian grunts, “so good.” His breath is coming out in pants, just as forceful as your own. 

“And Kitten, isn’t the General being such a good boy?” 

“Such a good boy,” you squeak out, your clit rubbing against his muscle. 

“I think he deserves a little treat.” From behind you, Nesta reaches between you and Cassian and palms his engorged member, straining painfully in his underwear. Cassian bellows in relief at the touch. Nesta’s fingers dip below the hem of his shorts and pull them down. Cassian’s cock springs free, slapping his stomach. His cock is massive and rock-hard. Long, and girthy with thick veins running along his shaft, his tip a dusky pink. It pulses in time with your ruts against his leg. Your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders as your pupils blow wide with lust. Nesta pumps his shaft once, then again in rapid succession before her hand releases her mate's member. The General whines at the loss of contact, rutting up into the air, desperate for friction, precum gathering at his tip. You don’t dare indulge him without permission from your Lady Death, but your cunt throbs at the thought of punishment.

Nesta’s hands now travel to your body. Her nails graze up your thighs, against your curved hips, and up to your shoulders. She squeezes them gently before her hands travel further, up your neck and into your hair, brushing it all to one side. Her mouth lowers to your neck and she licks a long strip up your sweat-soaked flesh. She hums in delight at the taste, nuzzling the crook of your neck as she whispers into your ear. “Do you like looking at your best friend’s cock, kitten?” 

You let out a breathy moan, not able to form any words as you ride the General’s thigh into oblivion.  Nesta tuts and her hands grip your hips painfully, stopping the delicious friction. It was your turn to whine in protest, core aching at the loss. “Use your words kitten.” 

“Yes.” you whine, as you try to regain momentum. Nesta squeezes your hips harder.

“Yes, what.” Her tone is sharp. 

“Yes, Lady.” And then you are free again, hips moving wildly as you chant Yes, Yes, Yes. 

“Good kitten.” Lady Death places a kiss at the corner of your mouth. “You’ve seen his. Now it’s your turn to show us yours.” With that, her hands descend between you and the General once again, travelling to the tie at your waist. With a sharp tug, the rope comes loose, and your robe opens. Your nipples harden at the exposure. 

Cassian groans and the tip of his cock weeps at the sight. Your breasts rock back and forth in time with your thrusts. Cassian pulls on his restraints, desperate to touch them, to touch you. “Please.” He moans. The General bucks into the air again and again, “Please, Please Lady, Please”. 

Your hips gyrate faster, and you feel your release approaching. Nesta, still behind you, leans down and bites the lobe of your ear. “Come for me, kitten.” 

And then you are toppling over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you and you scream in delight. The General is right behind you, wings flaring and release thundering as he cums all over your chest. Your hips do not slow as you ride out every wave of pleasure. The three of you were so lost in the moment you had not heard the approaching footsteps.

“What the Fuck is this?” 

Your hips still, and from your position on Cassian’s lap, you open your eyes gaze dragging over the tips of his wings and to the doorway. 

And there stands Azriel, shadows swarming around him in a frenzy. 

“Az.” you croak, voice horse from screaming. The look of astonishment and anger in his eyes have you trying to stand up, to go to him and try to explain, but Nesta keeps a firm pressure on your shoulders, keeping you astride her mate. Confusion runs through you as you look up to meet her eyes, and youquickly understand her actions.

Cassian’s wings currently shielded your naked body, now dripping in his cum from Azriel’s view. As if in understanding, Cassian’s wings flare a little wider, ensuring full coverage of his mate and yourself.

“Brother,” Cassian replies, trying to keep the fucked out tone from his voice, “I do believe you’ve caught us at a bad time.” 

“Y/N? What sort of sick-, Why would you-, You know I-, Y/N, really Cass?” Azriel tries to form a coherent sentence. 

It’s Nesta that responds. “She is not your property, shadowsinger. You do not own her.”

“You took advantage of h-” Azriel roars. 

You roar right back. 

“I wanted this Azriel! I wanted this with every fibre of my being. All three of us chose to be here. Nesta is right, you do not own me. We are three consenting adults. The only one who has no right to be here right now is you.”  Your gaze pierces his, and you can see the hurt on his face. “Now, get out,” you spit, and he disappears into his shadows without another word. 

With the shadowsinger gone, Cassian’s wings lower, and your head falls to rest on his sweaty chest. "Well, fuck me." Cassian grunts, his nose burying into your hair. You feel his chest rise and fall, the powerful thumps of his heart slowing with your own. 

“I believe she just did, my dear mate.” Nesta muses, she slinks around the pair of you, coming up behind Cassian, and resting her head on his other shoulder. Your mixed arousal hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of the dalliance that had played out in the kitchen of the River House. 

You want more. You want to feel Cass’s lips upon your own. You want to lick the sweat down his pectorals and taste the cum that was now pooling between your breasts. You wanted to feast upon Lady Death herself, and to have her feast upon you, to feel her sharp tongue against your cunt. This new development in your relationship felt natural. It felt right.  You wanted to spend hours exploring the line between pleasure and pain, exhilaration and humiliation, domination and submission. You want more, and you can see in their eyes that they want more too. 

But the tone has shifted, and you have Azriel to thank for that. 

You sit up straight and push your wobbly legs up into a standing position. Cassian hisses as the air blows across the cooling slick left behind on his thigh. “Y/N,” he mumbles, “that was-”

“Incredible,” you finish for him, “that was pretty damn incredible.” You pull your robe closed and retie the stay at your waist. Nesta leans down and unties the bindings on her mate's wrists, he too rises to a standing position, retucking his spent cock into his underwear. Nesta slides her arm through his and the mates regard you appreciatively. 

“I hope you don’t-”, Nesta trails off, words like glue in her mouth, “have any regrets?” 

“Never,” you confirm. “My only regret is that we were interrupted.” You stare at the small smile that replaces the concern on Nesta’s features. You lean up and give them both a kiss on the cheek. “Good night my Lady. Good night General”. You stand back and give them a wink, “Let’s do this again soon, yeah?” 

Come daylight, there would likely be some serious conversations to be had. But that could wait. For now, you turn on your heels and make your way back to the stairs. 

“We’ll see you soon, kitten.” 

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-Azriel-

Azriel winnows himself out into the estate gardens. His mind races and his shadows swarm, blocking out the light of the moon. His scarred hands are shaking, and with horror, rage or sadness he is unsure. 

Cassian and Nesta… and Y/N? 

He is baffled by what he saw transpiring in the kitchen. 

He had been out on an after-dinner patrol and had arrived late into the night. He was used to the carnal activities of his brother and his mate and was keen on ignoring their sounds of pleasure when an unfamiliar cry of indulgence had piqued his interest. A third? he had wondered. But as his morbid curiosity had propelled him forward, he had realized that the new voice was not unfamiliar in the slightest. It was the voice of all his desire. The voice that had lived in his mind and in his dreams for the last 250 years. He reached the threshold to the kitchen and his worst nightmare was confirmed. 

There had sat Cassian with his back to him, hands tied to the chair behind him. Nesta stood in front of him, a devilish grin on her face as she watched the events unfold. And there, saddled between the two, was Y/N. Her eyes closed, she violently rocked back and forth atop Cassian. He could not see what was happening in its entirety from behind his brother’s wings, but he could smell the heady scent of arousal oozing from every pore of the trios' bodies. 

Azriel had watched Nesta lean over and whisper something in Y/N’s ear. 

And then Y/N and Cassian were coming undone. Azriel stood, unable to move as he watched the female he loved, cum atop his brother. He couldn’t take it.

“What the Fuck is this?” The question tore out of his throat before he could stop it. 

And then you had opened your eyes and whispered his name, and for a moment he allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like to be in Cassian’s place. To have felt you come undone for him…on him…with him. 

But she hadn’t been with him. Y/N had chosen his brother and his brother’s mate of all the Fae in the Gods damned Court. He could not recollect the words he had spoken after that, anger and despair had blinded him. He was going to be sick. 

He shoots up into the sky and heads to the House of Wind. He needs to be away from them all so that he doesn’t do anything else he would regret. His wings flap hard and fast, the cold air slicing against their membranes painfully. Good, he thinks to himself. He lands on the balcony at the House of Wind too soon, and he drops hard onto the marble floor. He needs to hit something so that he doesn’t hit his brother in the face. 

Azriel stalks his way through the dining room with the intent of heading up to the sparring ring, when a shadow curls around his ear. Stop, it whispers, not right. The table. Azriel whirls back around and surveys his surroundings. His eyes narrow in on the table. On the table sits a book, likely left by Nesta, and the tray Lucien brought. The tray that holds the love potion. Correction, the tray that held the love potion. Azriel seizes the pitcher off of the tray. Empty. His mind races once again. Who would have taken it? Why not take the whole tray, the pitcher at the very least? Maybe, Cerrdiwen or Nuala dumped it out? No, they haven’t been up here today. Azriel has no idea what is going on.

His nose twitches as it perceives a faint scent. He turns back to the tray inspecting it closely. The jug and challis were bone dry, with not a drop of the elixir left. The note was long gone, burned to ash by his brother upon Lucien’s arrival earlier this evening. He turns his eyes then to the rose. The rose, which upon further inspection housed thorns coated in a thin layer of dried blood. 

Y/N’s blood. 

Y/N who was been at the Summer Court until right before dinner, 

Y/N who had missed the discussion about the contents of the pitcher, 

Y/N who had likely stopped by the House of Wind to drop off her bags before joining the family at dinner. 

Y/N, who he had just been riding Cassian into oblivion. 

“Fuck.” 

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-Y/N-

You once again find yourself leaning against your bedroom door. 

“What the glorious fuck was that?” you ask aloud, letting out a nervous chuckle. You had just participated in a three-sum with your best friend and his mate. Your best friend and his mate. Cassian and Nesta. The General and his Lady Death. 

The names alone make you shiver. 

The memory of your core ground against Cassian’s well-muscled thigh, Nesta whispering sin in your ear makes you clench your teeth, and your thighs. You let out a frustrated moan. This lustful hunger just won’t LEAVE, and the chance of further ministrations was halted by that winged fuck, Azriel. Azriel, whose eyes you had held as you road out your climax. Azriel, who had looked devastated as he saw you astride his brother. Had he been devastated? You wondered, or disappointed. 

He has no right to be disappointed in anything that you do. He held no claim to your body, or to your heart. Well, he held no claim to your body and if he had known about the space he occupied in your heart, after all this time, and still had not acted upon it, well then he did not deserve even a sliver of the adoration you felt. Let him be disappointed, it was none of your concern. 

He was none of your concern. Not his thoughts of your activities, nor his distaste for your actions. His glowing eyes did not deserve to behold you. His plush lips did not deserve to taste you. His rough fingers did not deserve to slip below the waistline of your panties, and- 

Another frustrated groan tears through your throat as your knees quake, thighs snapping together, desperate for friction. You push off the door with a huff, walking towards your bathroom. You need to wash Cassian’s seed off of your body. You undo the tie at your waist and allow the now cum stained garment to join the others on the floor. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember that you had had panties on when you entered the kitchen. You can only hope that Nes and Cass had grabbed them during clean-up. 

You draw yourself another ice-cold bath and submerge yourself fully. The cold water distracts your mind as you scrub your body and hair. Once you are thoroughly cleansed, you step out of the tub, wrap yourself in a fresh towel and you make your way back to your damn wardrobe. You pray to the Cauldron that this is your last outfit change of the night. You pull out a blue pyjama set with tight but pliant shorts and a cropped camisole. Not bothering with undergarments you quickly pull your clothes on and flop onto the bed. 

You pull the covers up to your chin, mind blissfully blank from the cold bath… Until those glowing hazel eyes and sensuous lips hurtle around the walls of your mind. You think of his toned chest, glistening with sweat in the sparring ring, the curve of his wings as he holds himself with deadly precision. His intoxicating scent of night-chilled mist and cedar is almost upon your tongue as you imagine what it would be like for the shadowsinger to interrogate you like one of his prisoners. Cauldron boil me. Your hand travels to the hem of your shorts, and then lower still to your already slick slit. Your fingers easily find your swollen clit, and begin to swirl around it delectably. Your other hand comes up to palm your breast, when suddenly you hear a knock at your door. 

Your fingers still.

You don’t answer, hoping that the nuisance will get the hint. You hear another sharp knock at the door, followed by a muffled voice. “Y/N, please let me in. It’s important.” The slight rise in his tone, has you muttering a quick ‘enter’. The door swings open and the shadowsinger slinks in, a fae light bobbing behind him.

His nose is immediately overwhelmed with scent. The heady scent of your arousal was emanating from every surface in the room. It was intoxicating the spymaster, your scent driving him to the edge of his wits.

An edge he is quickly pulled back from as he smells his brother’s scent intermingling, as well as the scent of another, Elain. He eyes the pile of soiled clothing on the floor, the evidence that confirms his suspicions. “Gods, Y/N.” He clears his throat. “I know you were not feeling yourself tonight, but-” he starts. Your eyes widen in surprise. 

“Incorrect shadowsinger,” you stare at him, “I feel more myself than I ever have. Just more-”

“Free of inhibition?” he supplies. 

“Suppose I was. What concern is it of yours?” Your lips purse.

“I figured you deserve to know what was happening.” Azriel moves to your bed, sitting on the edge. He reaches into the pocket of his leathers and produces a single crumpled red rose. All of a sudden forgotten memory floods your mind. A pitcher full of plum-coloured starlight. The burn of it on your lips, down your throat. You remember drinking and drinking until there was nothing left. The urge you felt to drink, warped and resurged as the desire for Elain, for Cassian and Nesta, and for Azriel. Your hand twitches at the thought, fingers still primed over your clit. 

“So what was that mystery beverage, you all so lovingly forgot to label?” 

Azriel snorts before replying, “Affectus Revelare.”

“No shit?” Bewilderment shines in your eyes.

“It’s a love potion of sorts-” 

“I’m well aware of its side effects.” And you were, having heard stories of its potency from your brother. “I had just never seen it in person.” 

Azriel huffs, trying hard to keep his face void of emotion. “I’d assume then that you know that any intense feelings of pleasure you acted upon while under its influence, were no fault of your own.” 

“Let me make one thing absolutely clear, Azriel.” Your voice cut like glass, eyes as sharp as steel. “Anything I did tonight, I did because I wanted to. The bullshit spell does nothing but bring to the surface feelings I already have. I have no regrets about what I have done or will do tonight.” Azriel looks as though he is swallowing a mouthful of marbles. 

“Right,” he hastily stands, “I suppose now that you are feeling…better, I should probably let you get some sleep.” He treads to the door, head low, shadows tight against his silhouette. 

You should let him go, let you both stew overnight, and then try talking again. It is the smart thing to do. In spite of that, you curse your horny mouth as it opens and words fly out, “Who says I’m feeling better?” 

He freezes two paces from the door. Whipping around to face you again, his eyes are alight with panic. You pull your stilled hand out of your shorts and sit up. The blanket pools at your waist, your puckered nipples on full display from underneath your shirt. Your hand, still coated in your slick shines under the fae light. He looks from your face to your chest, to your sex-slicked hand and back again. He blinks and his nostrils flare, likely scenting the new wave of arousal that was coursing through your veins. 

In a flash he is back at your bedside, the back of his hand coming up and resting on your forehead. He is mumbling to himself. Cauldron, he’s having more mood swings than I am. “Care to share what the Hell you’re doing Azriel?” 

“It must have been laced with something else,” he grimaces, “another tonic or elixir maybe. Something to increase potency,” he swallows. “Did you… finish when you were in the kitchen?”

“You were there, Az… You saw me… You know I did.”

“Well, it’s not a matter of your partner reaching completion. If Elain and Cassian both-”

You were unnerved that he knew about Elain as well. “Az, what are you trying to tell me?”

“Maybe you need to, erm, try again? Or perhaps, it is Nesta and not Cassian you truly desire? Perhaps if you-” 

“Azriel. Stop with your nonsense ramblings.”

“No, Y/N. You don’t understand! Something must be wrong. Your desires should be satiated by now. Once you bedded the true object of your affection, the potion was supposed to wear off.” His eyes met yours, and you could see that his mind was running a mile a minute. He was still upset, but now concern sat at the front of his mind. 

“I assume you tried with Elain first, and when that didn’t relieve your symptoms, you finally gave in to your basal instincts and realized it was Cassian, not Elain you truly desired.” Anger clouded your vision as he continues to spew utter garbage. “But you should be feeling better after your session in the kitchen. I should wake Rhys, perhaps he-”

You vault up to a kneeling position, shoving him with both hands. He staggers back a step.

“The hell you will! Do. Not. Wake my brother. What would be your plan for that anyways? ‘Oh Rhys, wake up! Your sister can’t stop fucking the other members of your Court! Oh please Rhys, come and get your little sister under control before she gets her horny over us all’ Ya, great plan Az.” Your eyes are burning with rage now, and your cunt  pulses with a heartbeat of its own. You were yelling and you couldn’t make yourself stop. “Even so, everything I did tonight was something everyone involved consented to. There was no primal urge forcing me to finger fuck myself for hours, to fuck Elain, to ride Cassian. It was me. I wanted those things, and they wanted them too. And it was beautiful and passionate, and intense. I desired them all, hell I still do.” You take a deep breath. “But, did you, even for one second use your tiny brain to think that maybe Elain or Cassian or Nesta aren’t the dominant object of my affection? You stupid Illyrian brute.” 

“Who’s left Y/N? Who? Who could it possibly be? Amren? Lucien?” Azriel’s hands fist into the blankets on your bed, his shadows flying, his words disjointed as his mind can’t stop racing. He doesn't notice that he too is now yelling. “Oh, it’s Lucien, isn’t it? I know you used to fuck but come on-”

“IT'S YOU, YOU INSOLENT ASSHOLE.” 

Time stops as you watch the shadowsinger’s mask crack. You see a hundred different emotions ripple across his face, joy, wonder, thrill and love? But then you also see, confusion, anger, jealousy, betrayal, sorrow, and disgust. “Y/N,” he whispers, voice horse and cracked, “Y/N, you don’t want me- you can’t want me.” 

“For Cauldron’s sake Azriel, I have loved you for the last two centuries! I wept and pined for you as you obsessed over Mor, and then I agonized over you as your affection turned to Elain. Not that I can blame you-”

“I have no interest in Elain.” He declares, eyes locked on yours. “I never did.”

“Bullshit.” You snort, “I’ve seen the way you stare at her, the way you follow her around-” 

“I stared because you stared, Y/N. I followed because you followed. Elain is lovely, but it was you, not I, who obviously fell for her charms.”  

You are at a loss for words now. Your jaw twitches. What does this mean? He wasn’t watching Elain. He doesn’t love Elain. Your entire body felt aflame. Sweat was gathering at the base of your neck leaving your hair damp. You wanted to combust, thigh trembling at this admission. Your nipples are taut, pressing tightly against your top. Your breath is shaky, “What are you telling me Azriel?” 

“I-I, okay look,” Azriel grinds his teeth, “It doesn’t matter. What I’m telling you is that you are mistaken. It is not me you want.” He takes a step closer to you, his knees grazing the edge of your bed.

“Oh, I’m mistaken?” You lift yourself higher on your knees, edging closer to the Illyrian in front of you.

“Yes.” 

You can feel his breath on your face. 

“Then prove it.” 

His lips crash down onto yours. The kiss is hard and rough, but his lips are as soft as velvet. His hands are at your waist, and he is pulling you up until you are flush with his chest. You gasp, and Azriel’s tongue surges forward into your open mouth, dominating your tongue with his own. Your hands snake up to his hair and pull hard at his black curls, bringing his body even closer to yours.

You pull both of your bodies back towards the bed, lips never separating. You work to unfasten his leathers, as you do. Agile fingers make quick work, and soon his chest is bare and heaving, his tattoos stark against his skin under the fae light. Tiny scars dance across his torso as his muscles ripple, and he pulls you to the head of the bed. He kneels above you now, one knee between your legs, hands resting on either side of your head as he braces himself. He begins to pull away from the kiss, so you nip his lip, a shrill whine leaving your throat. A bead of bright red blood wells on his lip. His eyes open, and you see that his pupils are blown wide. He watches your tongue dart out to lick the crimson ichor. His mouth clashes with yours once again, his body pinning you to the bed, as the coppery tang of blood mixes in your mouths. The elixir in your veins sings at the taste of his blood. Him. The very taste you craved. 

You roll your hips against him and you can feel the bulge in his pants. Azriel growls, and he brings a hand down to your hips to halt your movements. His hand then travels up your body, leaving a burning trail up to the edge of your shirt. His hand stills for but a moment and you lift your back off of the bed in answer. Your lips separate once more as his hands pull the thin material up and over your head. He beholds your naked flesh as if he were a male damned to the gallows. As if you would be the last sight he sees. You hear him mutter under his breath, a plea or a prayer, but you can’t quite make it out. 

“Az.” 

He unleashes himself on you. 

His lips devour yours, a battle of teeth and tongues. His mouth moves down your neck, leaving hard wet kisses in his wake. He reaches the crook of your neck, mouth suckling your skin. His teeth brush the bruise that is forming there. And then he is clamping his teeth into your flesh. The force of the bite makes your body tremble. The sharp pain causes a scream to rip through your lungs, your hands fly up to grasp his shoulder blades, your nails shredding against his skin. The pain fades to a deep throb, pulsing in time with your needy cunt. 

Your neck stings as his mouth pulls away. He offers you a smirk and you can see your blood in his mouth. He’s on you again, lips trailing down your collarbone to the valley between your breasts. His tongue trails lazy strokes against your dewy flesh before his lips clamp around one of your pert nipples. He groans at the taste of your flesh, his tongue flicking against it. You let out a shriek of ecstasy, your hips bucking up against his groin. You thrust against him, desperate for friction. His hand gives your other breast a rough squeeze in response. 

“Please Az. I need you.” You were gasping the words, stuttering with every hard suck, “I need you inside me. Now.” 

 His lips leave your breast with a diabolical pop. “Patience, little one.” A small smile graces his lips, “Not until I’ve tasted your sweet cunt.” 

The weight of his body leaves you, but before you can question him, you feel two strong hands clamp around your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Azriel’s thumbs hook into the waistband of your shorts, and they quickly join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. 

You lay completely bare before him. He spreads your legs, and he falls to his knees, eyes in line with your dripping cunt. Your arousal has seeped down your thighs and to the bedsheets below. He utters your name in worship as he lowers his mouth to your core. 

He feasts like a man starved, drowning in your arousal as your thighs clamp around his head, your core pulsing with the need to be filled. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through you. His scarred hands clamp around your thighs as he pulls you impossibly closer. His tongue thrusts into your hole and you see white. You are so close to the edge, so close to climax.

“Az-. Az! Please, Please Cauldron, please. I’m close.” You’re moaning, pulling at his hair to make him look up at you.  “Please, I want to cum with your inside me.” 

His fingers lessen their grip, and his mouth leave your sex. His lips are glistening with your juices, as his hands travel to the buckles at his thigh, removing the sheath containing Truth-Teller, next he works the ties of his boots and pants, both are quickly discarded. With a tug of his undershorts, the Spymaster of the Night Court stands before you in all of his glory, and he is magnificent. 

His cock throbs against his stomach as he watches you watch him. He fists his rock-hard length and he looks at you with a question burning in his eyes, giving you a chance to turn him away. But you need him, you burn for him. 

“I need you inside of me Azriel.” You can feel the head of his cock brush against your folds, your head falling back and you whine at the contact, “Fuck me. Gods fuck me.” His cock rubs against your sex a few more times, your slick lubricating his length, and then he is slowly pushing inside of you. 

Your cunt stretches, and you’re not sure if you’re moaning in pain or in rapturous pleasure. He stills for a moment, halfway inside you, letting your body acclimate to his thick member. He leans down and leaves a chaste kiss against your lips. 

“Ready?” he asks, voice low, strained with the effort to remain still. 

“Yes.”

He pulls his cock out all the way out, and with a buck of his hips, completely sheaths himself inside of you. Again and again, his hips slam against yours, cock pistoning in and out of you. His cock fills you completely, your cunt stretched as far as it can, and each vein along his shaft rubs deliciously against you. The tip of his cock brushes against your spongey tissue and you whail in bliss. 

“Harder.”

He complies, his hips fracturing against your pelvis, driving him further inside of you. Your hands reach around and grab his ass, driving him even deeper. The fae lights are flickering in and out, the bed is shaking, cracking against the wall, and you are screaming, and screaming, insane from the pleasure.

You plummet over the edge, wailing his name as your orgasm cleaves you in two. 

Azriel follows you over the cliff, his wings flare wide, and he lets out a roar as his thick cum paints your insides. His pace begins to slow as he continues to thrust in and out, prolonging your pleasure. He stills inside of you but doesn’t pull out immediately, taking his time to fully unsheath himself, savouring the feeling of you around him. 

“Y/N…” his voice is hoarse. He starts to pull away, but you just lean in and capture his lips with another kiss. 

“Let’s talk about what this means later Az. For now,” your eyes shine bright in the moonlight and it takes his breath away, “for now, can you just hold me?” He nods and swallows hard. Shimming up to the head of the bed, you both slide under your covers, he tucks you into his side, arm draped around your waist. Your head rests on his chest, and you breathe in the scent of his sweat and musk. 

You can feel his come slowly trickle down your leg. 

You feel complete and satiated. The roar in your veins from the potion has gone, left in its place was love. Your eyes feel heavy and you begin to drift off to sleep. “Told you so,” you mumble. You’re fast asleep now, and miss the look of regret that crosses the Shadowsingers face.

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Hours later you awaken to an empty bed. 

[monsterlover48]

Be Careful Where You Wander! Part 1

Male!Naga x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being a photographer had many perks; getting to travel around the world, seeing many things in one's lifetime, and... finding a naga in the jungle who has taken a ~big~ liking to you.

Warnings: Masturbation, terato, fluff, technically cheating

AN: Moodboard made by me. Part two will be out shortly!

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Y/N got to travel the world for her job. She's been from the coldest of places to the hottest, the prettiest to the ugliest, and the wondrous and dangerous. Of course, when he went on these expeditions, she would take a team to protect her. Because, she was only herself, and there were creatures in the jungles and forests that could eat her alive. So why did she stray from her large group of expeditionors to catch the perfect photo alone?

When she looked behind, she saw that no one was there; she shrugged and put her camera up to her eye. They were in a rainforest, a very large one full of myths and legends. She was warned that people who stray from the path either get eaten or killed by something they won't even see. But she didn't believe that. She's lived a life of danger before, and no rainforest was going to change that. Perhaps that's what led her into the situation she's in now.

With a sigh, she turned around with her lens to her eye and jumped at the sight through the camera. A large snake-like eye was staring back at her. When she snapped the photo, it blinked, and she backed up from the camera to see something she never thought existed. A half-human, half-snake man. She couldn't find it in herself to yell or to cry or shout. So she just stood there and looked him in the eyes. He was beautiful, dark skin that glistened in the heat and long dreads that reached his stomach, though half was pulled up into a bun using twine. He had a large nose and full lips that held a sly smile and big eyes that held slits for pupils. The colour was a yellowish-green that swirled into lime green. His body was lean and fit until it reached the large mass of scales. The scaled were dark green, similar to the colours of the leaves of the forest—the mass of muscles coiled around each other into a spiral that the man perched himself upon comfortably. "Well, hello there." He teased. His voice was deep and hypnotizing, making Y/N suck in a breath that she held in and gripped her camera tighter.

"H-Hello." Well, she wasn't going to be rude. It's not okay to leave someone waiting for a response, even if it was a Naga stranger that could easily squeeze her to death with his tail.

"You look scared." He frowned briefly before he laughed loudly, slithering closer to her and slowly walking around her in a circle. It wasn't long before she realized his tail was wrapped around her, but it was too late to move.

"W-What do you want?" She asked, letting the naga man smell her sweaty skin as he got closer. She saw dark freckled spots on his nose up close, and a weird part of her found it cute.

"You came to my home. So really, I should be asking you that." He chuckled. She shivered as the muscles of his tail flexed around her. She wasn't in pain; he wasn't squeezing her, just lightly coiled around her waist. He was massive, standing much taller than the woman. For an odd reason, she felt little fear. Sure she could be murdered by this beautiful beast, but she felt like he wouldn't. Not with the way he's looking at her.

"I'm sorry. I'm just here for photography." She told him. He hummed in reply, and she felt a forked tongue run along her neck, and she shuddered.

"You are a fascinating human. I watched you since you came here with that pesky team. I wanted to be alone with you. Just for a chat." He spoke like silk, and it made her insides feel warm.

"Why me?" She asked. He laughed again and got up to her face.

"I see the way you carry yourself. The way you smell... the way you sound. Just so... perfect." He growled, placing a large hand on her shoulder. She shuddered once more, and he smiled at the effect he had on the human woman.

"Y/N!" She heard someone call.

"Shit! Go! Hide." She started to push the naga, who quickly unraveled himself from her with a frown. She didn't know how the others would react to seeing him, and she didn't want to put the man in danger.

"Y/N." She heard him hiss under his breath before she could no longer see him.

"There you are. We've been looking all over for you. Don't run away like that." Her boyfriend, Xavier, spoke up. He was breathing heavily, and his face was red.

"Sorry. I got distracted." She chuckled.

"Well, did you get any good shots?" He asked with a smile, kissing her sweaty forehead and patting her shoulder. Y/N Thought about the eye shot she got but knew she had to explain the strange sight. So, she lied to her boyfriend and everyone on the team.

"No. Sadly." She chuckled, rubbing her arm. As they made their way out of the forest, she realized how soaked her underwear was, and it wasn't from the sweat.

When she was back at the hotel, Y/N took a long and well-needed shower. But her thoughts began to wander, and so did her hands. The idea of the Naga wrapping itself around her and biting into her neck as he trusted deep inside her made her fingers make quick work of her clit. She sat down, letting the water cascade down her sitting form as she rubbed herself slowly to the thought of the creature she met in the forest. She bit her lip as she slowly passed by her clit with thumb as the other hand squeezed her breast slightly. The Naga's skin glistening in the sun made her knees weak, and she was glad she was already sitting. As her breathing got harder, she plunged two fingers into her cunt and started to pump them in and out in time with her fantasy. He had kissed her, his plump lips meeting hers, and they danced in harmony. She didn't dare make a noise, though with difficulty. Xavier was in the next room looking through her shots, and she didn't want her boyfriend to catch her doing something so wrong. Masturbating to a creature she met in the rainforest. A creature she didn't even believe in. Maybe she should've listened to the locals more.

Y/N couldn't help the small whimpers that escaped her mouth as her pace quickened as her orgasm neared. The idea of his hot cum filling her, he bit into her and groaned. That honeyed voice telling her she did good. She came with a soft grunt, her eyes rolling back, and she panted until the shower ran cold. She hadn't come like that in forever.

When she got out, she had rifled through her clothes and found a necklace in the pocket of her jeans. She was confused at what she saw, a locket made of twine and stones. It had nothing inside, but she has never seen it before. Then she remembered the Naga's hair; it had twine in it. Was this his?

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // "i'm not entirely sure myself," byleth admitted , her attention flitting between the creatures who were swiftly making her dress their new , temporary home. meanwhile , the dragon that had scurried onto her shoulder was making headway into her hair , nibbling at the ends off stray locks and nuzzling into the waterfall curtain of pale green tresses that swathed it whole.

"i can't say that i mind it , though. they are fine creatures."

the pixie dragon twins in her hands - one as green as freshly budded leaves an the other as golden as wheat , let out a proud c r a w at her words. what honor it was to be seen by the glow of divine starlight ! how wondrous to be seen , and pronounced worthy by mother flame !

evidently , whether or not she knew of their great joy to receive her favor was all but a mystery. her focus once more had been drawn forth , and now orbited the strange cold that so too craved her warmth.

"back home , the wyvern took kindly to me as well," she continued. "but i always felt more comfortable with my feet on the ground , or planted in the stirrups of a horse's saddle at best."

Not yet, was the thought that came into his mind. And yet as he marveled at the scene unfolding before him ( the curiosity of these creatures, that trusted someone 10 times their own size flock to her as a sanctuary ) he found his lips sealed.

In his mind were merely memories of an old time. When he was young among the palace gardens, watching bugs and reptiles crawl upon the skin of two princes. Her eyes were like theirs, full of wonder ... of care for such little things.

He stood there for several moments, watching how many of these small things came to her. How charming... he supposed.

Following the roll of his eyes and a laugh from his nose, he did as he was invited to do so. He slowly, quietly settled himself down onto the grassy floor. Keeping some distance; he really only wanted to observe them all.

❝ Curious... These pixie dragons are typically much more skittish... ❞ he muses. Of course, he read about the creatures and seen them elsewhere. ❝ I wonder what they are drawn by? ❞ his eyes glancing up towards her. There were more interesting mysteries to him than these little things.

[thranduil-ypfanfics]

Thranduil x Bilbo - Wrong Turn (Part 3)

Title: Wrong Turn Authors: Yaoi Paradox Rating: Rated M Category: M/M Fandom: The Hobbit Pairings: Thranduil / Bilbo Additional Info: I don’t own anything, this comes from my dirty fan girl mind.

Summary: Bilbo arrives to Mirkwood, only to be smitten with everything. He took a wrong turn and found a dripping, wet Elven King. PWP

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Wrong Turn

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"First we'll have to take care of your needy little body." Thranduil was pleased to see Bilbo open his body for his viewing pleasure. With his thighs open, and his body relaxed it would be easier to take the smaller body. Grabbing the oil beside the bed, he coated his fingers before looking back into curious brown orbs.

"W-where is that going…" Bilbo had a pretty good idea what was going to occur, it was slightly embarrassing. He knew it was going to be uncomfortable as he heard females and other swayed males discussing their first times. Of course he had to go for a larger male, Bilbo took a deep breath and waited with a bated breath.

"Exactly where you're thinking. Breathe little one. I'll stretch you until you're moist and relaxed; I'll slip right in." Thranduil watched Bilbo bend his body so that he could watch the lubricated digits at his rear entrance. It was pink, and dusted in brown curls and looked to be winking at him. Thranduil couldn't resist shoving Bilbo back and drawing his legs above, almost bending the hobbit in half.

This way he'd be relaxed and he could see what Thranduil was doing to him. The way his body had been positioned before had caused his stomach muscles to clench and it tightened his lower half. With eager movements, Thranduil circled the little cavern allowing the sphincter muscles to relax beneath his touch.

Watching pleased shudder run through Bilbo, Thranduil couldn't help but dip one digit inside the warm entrance. The long haired elf peppered sweet little kisses against the hobbits raised leg; the milky inner thigh trembling in pleasure.

"Oh! Thranduil, more please… You don't have to be so gentle, I can take it." Bilbo couldn't stop his hips from wiggling in the elf's hold. His lover was taking too long, and he wanted his nerves to disappear as soon as possible. He wasn't some little fragile she-elf. He was a hobbit, male and sturdy.

Thranduil couldn't help but chuckle, of course his little hobbit would be impatient. Easily wiggling two digits into the moist entrance. Thranduil moaned; it was so hot inside, and his little one was clutching his fingers as though he weren't ready to part with them. Spreading them, he was surprised there was no resistance with the inner muscles; they easily swallowed a third finger.

Bilbo lay beneath him whimpering and begging for more. Face flushed and a light sheen of sweat reflecting off his skin. He was trying to push against the fingers, so they'd go deeper but he pulled back every time Bilbo was remotely close to finishing. It appeared Bilbo had lost any sense of patience because Thranduil felt a firm grip around his wrist stilling his hand. The tiny hand held him in place, as Bilbo placed his feet on his shoulders and pushed his body from the mattress to take Thranduil's fingers deeper and faster into his body with a relieved cry. "Thranduil!"

"You bewitching creature…" Thranduil hissed. Jerking his hand from Bilbo's hold; ignoring the displeased whine. Thranduil coated himself with the oil remaining on his hand and had to take a quick calming breath when he almost exploded in his hand. His little hobbit had him harder than he'd ever been and ready to cream like a randy elfling.

Gripping Bilbo's ankles, Thranduil spread the hobbits legs and aimed his throbbing manhood against the tight ring of muscles. He knew that no matter how badly he wanted to ram himself into his lover, he had to take it easy. With a quick glance to Bilbo who was waiting for him with nervous excitement. With a grunt, Thranduil quickly passed the resistant muscles and into his lovers grasping sheath. His body was shaking slightly, he hadn't expected it to be so warm and it was almost too tight.

As he was almost fully sheathed into the smaller male, Thranduil looked up into Bilbo's face and almost spilled at the glazed expression on the other face. His brown eyes appeared almost black, and his mouth was open as though he were trying to scream or inhale; but nothing was coming out.

"Bilbo… little one. Are you a-alright?" A jolt of pleasure went down his spine as he felt his lovers insides tighten around him as he bumped into Bilbo's inside walls. Completely inside, he felt as though nothing else matter except the little creature in his arms.

Bilbo's gaze travelled down to where they were joined and his small hand caressed his belly to his spread entrance. In almost wonder he gently touched the spread ring, then the warm globes resting against his cheeks.

"Joined… oh… it feels wondrous. Is there m-more?" Bilbo's hand circled Thranduil's balls and then followed the line of his pelvis so that he could touch his lovers iron packed muscles. They were trembling beneath his curious fingers. Bilbo had to bite his lips as Thranduil began to pull himself out.

"There is always more, my heart" Thranduil growled. That string of control unraveled and he couldn't have resisted his adventurous hobbit, even if he tried. Tensing his leg muscles, he thrust himself deep and moaned aloud. Bilbo's scream had been so delicious.

Burning and a white flash of electricity bolted through his whole body. Bilbo couldn't hold his scream. The pleasure that Thranduil was wracking on his body was too much. The elf was thrusting, in and out of his body. The arousing sound of the other male growling, and his untidy blond locks falling around them; Bilbo couldn't help but pant and scream as Thranduil continued to assault his body with pleasure.

As Thranduil's thrust became erratic and faster, Bilbo could do nothing but whimper. His body was unraveling from the inside out, and it was rising towards something. He was pushing back into Thranduil's thrusts and whimpered when his body jolted dangerously close. His hazy eyes searched Thranduil's beautiful blue orbs and was surprised to see the similar haziness.

"Come, little one. Let it take you." The fierce growl was the last thing Bilbo heard when his body split apart and everything flickered from black to white and back again. He heard nothing and only felt warmth spread through him and pleasure engulfed his whole body.

Thranduil watched Bilbo come down from his high and he pulled from his lover gently. He heard the slight whine of discomfort but Thranduil was much too pleased to watch his seed spilling from inside the slightly gaping entrance. Unable to resist, he scooped it with a finger and gently nudged it back into the full cavern and held it there until he was sure it wouldn't leak back out.

Collapsing beside Bilbo who was still breathing heavily, Thranduil drew the little hobbit into his arms and kissed his temple and watched his little love drift into a content sleep. They had a bit more free time before they had to get up. Someone had to start organizing the party.

He wondered how Legolas would take a hobbit being his queen and mother. --------------

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[merakiclosed]

The third mystery book

》Pairing: Mystery Shack Worker!Chan x Reader 

》Genre: Fluff, mystery au 

》Summary: Visiting Gravity Falls once again, you see Chan again that you have had a crush on since last summer. However, neither of you expected to find something like this...

》Word count: 1.4k

》Notes/Warnings: None. I am sorry this is so bad ahhh😅

This is part of my collab with @woozisnoots​ which is here. Make sure to check all of the writers!!! 

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The baby blue sky is littered with white, puffy clouds that radiate joy, ready to travel across the atmosphere as the sun warms your skin. The forest floor is woven with ancient tree roots, speckles of light that filter through the canopy light up the familiar trail. You wonder how many hues of green there are alone in a single tree as they stretch upwards towards the light. Gravity Falls always has this magical aura surrounding it, full of mysteries ready to be discovered. It felt like a breath of fresh air compared to being in the city. It was freeing, not being bombarded by the crowded streets, nor feeling small under the buildings that tower over you. 

You know you’re at your destination when you see the two totem poles that rise from the ground, multiple designs carved into the wood. At the very top owls sit, splashed with colour that decorates them bright and bold.

The floor vibrates as the sound of screaming comes from behind you, causing you to stop your steps to turn around. The white golf cart speeds towards you, two unrecognisable people sitting in the front, waving their arms as they get closer. Your eyes widen as you run out of the way, the cart rushing past you as the two boys scream, the cart swaying side to side as they refuse to slow down, getting closer to the mystery shack before they disappear around the back. Shaking your head, you go back onto the path where the tire tracks are not indented into the mud. At least you won’t get lost now. 

As you get closer, you see the multiple wooden signs that are planted into the soil; messages such as ‘no refunds’, ‘mystery shack this way’. Your worn out shoes lead you on the path towards the familiar shack where the wooden planks hold it together and the roof sits high and pointy. 

The bell on the door rings as you step through, the old flooring creaking under your feet. A smile makes its way onto your face unconsciously as you look around at all of the souvenirs that are set up, all random and mismatched. You missed this. The inconsistency of things, how everything is so unexpected. Looking around, you find that it’s empty apart from you and you wonder if the boy from last year still works here. 

Voices are muffled by the door but you still jump when the door is swung open and the bell rings aggressively. Two boys stand there, muddy and hair windswept as they practically shout at one another, “no that was your fault!” 

“Uhm excuse me? I had to drive that stupid thing thank you very much!” 

A cough comes from the door on the other side of the shack, from next to you, “Soonyoung, Dokyeom what are you doing? Why do you look like that?” he whines, walking closer to the boys who are quite a bit taller than him. The shorter boy continues to talk whilst you make eye contact with the one with purple hair makes eye contact with you, a small smirk making its way onto his face. As you look closer at them, you begin to release that they seem vaguely familiar. Disregarding how the younger boy continues to berate them, your voice speaks without our permission, “Soonyoung? Dokyeom?”  

All three boys look at you in shock, and you can’t help but stare back at the very very familiar shorter boy, “Chan?” you question. 

Soonyoung laughs as he bound over to you, muddy footprints staining the wooden floor as he gets closer to you and shaking you by your shoulders, “Y/n!!! You came again! Has it already been one year??” his voice gets higher pitched as he speaks. In the corner of your eye you see Dokyeom follow him as he wraps his arms around, both of them inabiliying you to move, “It doesn’t feel like a year. Chan here wouldn’t stop talking about you. Oh, how I wish y/n was here. Oh why can’t she live here, or what about if I move there” Dokyeom mimics Chan's voice in your ear, his sunshine smile never leaving his face. 

Chan’s ears bloom a reddish hue as he smiles embarrassedly, waving at you. When the bell rings for the third time, all four of you watch as a short young man walks in, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. You watch as Hoshi’s eyes widen as an even wider smile makes its way onto his face as he sets his eyes on the boy that walks in. Squished in between the two boys you hear Dokyeom aggressively whisper, “Look, Hoshi I know you’re going through your boyfriend phase but calm down, you’re going to scare the poor boy away.” 

You smile awkwardly as the young boy's eyes fall on all four of you, confusion written on his face. You notice the way he lingers his eyes on Hoshi for a little longer before you're dragged along by someone holding onto your shirt, making both of the boy's arms fall from you, though they are both too busy whispering. 

Turning around, you find the suspect who dragged you away. “Sorry for that, Hoshi has a crush on the boy that walks in, Jihoon I think it is.” Chan says, whilst scratching the back of his neck, his eyes avoiding yours. 

“Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a - uh. Uhm da-walk with me?” He stutters over his words as you drown out the noise of the three behind you. A bright smile makes its way on your face at his words, you’ve had a crush on him since last year, when you came. You didn’t think you’d see him again, so of course you were going to take every chance you get. 

Nodding, you grab his fidgeting hands in yours, “I would love to go on a walk with you.”

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Multiple stands line the forest floor, each with bright colours that reflect the shimmering light of the sun as it starts to set. With only a handful of people, it feels like it’s just you and Chan as you look around the fair; a pretzel in the shape of a question mark in your hand. 

A familiar face catches your eyes, “Is that gruncle stan?” you ask, pointing to where he stands next to one of the fair games, trying to encourage people to come and play. “Yeah, the game is rigged so no one can play.” You laugh a little, remembering how cheap he is.  

His hand brushes up against yours, before you grab his hand in yours, not wanting to let this opportunity go to waste. In the corner of your eye, you see his face form into shock as he looks at you and a small smile settles on his face. 

The night lights of the fair light up and you know that Chan will have to go back to his job soon. Both of you pause, to look up at the sky that sets in hues of pinks and oranges that reflect on his face, making him glow more than he did before. Losing your footing, you stumble backwards, Chan reaching out to catch you, but it’s too late before your back hits the tree behind you. A metal bang resonates throughout the forest, but you know that it definitely didn’t come from. Both of you look shocked for a second before you notice something strange on the floor next to Chan’s foot, “W-what is that?” 

Turning around he crouches down, an outline of a box now prominent and sticking slightly up from the ground, “It can’t be a door right?” you question, joining him on the floor. Chan shruggs before trying to pry it open, his fingers scratching at the edges of the outline. Spiders crawl around, hiding from the exposed light as dust rises from the hole. Reaching in, Chan picks up the singular book that lays there, a golden hand sketched onto the front and a number 3 that lies in the middle of its palm.

Slowly, he turns the pages to find diagrams and entries of creatures. Notes upon notes of supernatural beings and writings that are drawn all over the pages, when one particular page catches his eyes. “It’s hard to believe it has been 6 years since I began researching the strange and wondrous secrets of gravity falls, Oregon. Unfortunately, my suspicions were correct, I am being watched. I must hide this before he finds it. Remember - In gravity falls there is no one you can trust”