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konigsblog · 10 months

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heyy can you please 😭 write a story about princess reader and Konig but he's someone very dangerous in old times like 1458 (whatever) and she's like not allowed to even look at him, ykwim 🥴 (maybe an executor?)

if you actually do this I just love you, thank you ❤️❤️

fallen for your love - villian!könig x f!princess!reader

warnings; smut, of course. nothing more than that really. maybe corruption kink?

you'd been forbidden to even look at him, you wouldn't dare spare him your loving gaze, atleast that's what your parents thought. you were the princess of the village, kind and adoring, affection and giving. always helping around, smiling at those who showed you respect. but you'd never expected to see that man, him. his name was könig, he was called a villain, described as heartless and evil, terrifying. those who heard of him were told he was a disgusting killer; going around villages, entering innocent homes and leaving them soaked in their blood, his scarred hands stained with the crimson liquid.

his gaze lingered, it never broke from you. you worried you'd become a target, people ushering you into their cozy, welcoming homes for support and safety, yet instead you turned you heel, dashing off into the distance.

the castle's doors slammed shut, a desperate attempt to block out the screams of bloody murder echoing from the village. you could feel as tears brimmed in your eyes, guilt stinging in your chest as you sobbed and weeped by the door, covered by your royal gown. it was overhead by the maids running around your house, dusting off any grey fuz that landed atop of objects, wiping down the kings crown as well as the table. you caught the attention from a few maids - but you were too distraught by the misery filling your ears, and they knew what happened.

the next morning was supposed dreadful, horrible. you expected to wake up in your bed; fluffy bedsheets wrapped around your body, your delicate head rested on a perfectly fluffed pillow. but instead, you turned your head to the side, revealing a monster infront of you. you gasped, trembling under his tight grip, a whimper flowing from your lips, eyes widened with shock and terror. his touches were soft, nothing like the murderer everyone made him out to be. they became lustful, groping your plump tits, hands running under your laced, precious night gown, fingers playing with your slit, kissing and biting at your neck.

you quickly became addicted to the feeling of his hands; your father demanding men to never lay a hand on you, still desperately protecting his little girl. he'd be pissed to know you let a man touch you sexually, let alone the villain of the village. his thumb teased your clit, coating his hand in your juices, slick coating the skin around your thighs. the sound of belt clicking amd rustling could be heard from outside the room, hoping to not wake up your motionless parents, asleep.

his length slowly entered your stretched out hole, mewling at the pain, eventually drowning in pleasure as he bottomed out inside you. your legs twitched, as well as his thick, girthy cock, bottom lip quivering in fear and bliss. könig wanted you to expect delicacy, but the sounds of skin slapping; his heavy, full balls slapping against your tight ass, mesmerized with the tightness. his tip grew red and angry, slamming into you with such force it knocked the wind from your lungs, silencing you with his palm, bumping you forward with each hard thrust. veins dragged out your walls, slamming back instead, cunt growing raw with his aggressiveness.

he adored the suprised, fucked-out expression you wore. grunting and growling as your walls continued to pulse around him, clenching and squeezing him, pulling him in closer. drawing his hips back, rutting back in your cunny, your nipples hardened with pleasure, bucking your hips skywards as your orgasm rapidly built up. rubbing at your clit slowly, teasing you and dragging your orgasm out, your needy, muffled moans attempting to escape, blocked by his hand. he tilted his head, his eyes crinkled behind the mask as he smirked down at you, furrowing his eyebrows, rapidly thrusting into you. it all quickly became too much, intoxicating.

your first time spent with the terrifying figure, looming over your smaller figure, grinding his bare length into you. you squirted against his abdomen, uncovering your mouth as you let out a loud, high and pornographic moan, awakening your parents. he stayed inside you, spurting his potent, thick and hot seed, filling your tight pussy with his sex and cum, scent rubbed off onto you. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your clit before moving to your lips, making out with your sloppily and slowly, it was affectionate, you could taste his love on your lips.

before you could speak, he ran off. opening the doors to your balcony, jumping out with a swift movement, leaving you naked and full. you covered your body in an instant as your parents grasped the door handle, turning it and swinging it open, worried for your wellbeing and safety. watching your lone, limp form, covered in your soft bed covers.

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pherelesytsia · 1 year

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Meet me in Doom

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Beaten and bruised, Thomas finds his wife in the safe-house, unresponsive and broken, surrounded by death.

Warning: little bit of fluff, guns, death, mices

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n:.This is following there-goes-thefighter❤️ for the lovely´s @zablife's story share. you can find the rest of the story HERE with all the previous parts and I am passing the story onto my dear @cillmequick❤️

The receiver was dangling on the wire. The enemy's blood, darkened and cold, clung to the soles of his polished shoes freckled by mud and grime. A deep voice, nearly mirroring his called out, called him by his name, faint and barely audible, but Thomas Shelby did not answer.

Creatures escaped the rising shadows, ran into the house, rats and mice, screeching and giggling, gnawing at the rotting bodies, drinking blood and feasting on pale skin, screaming for the friends to hasten and feast.

The man stiffened. Swallowing, Thomas loosened the tie around his neck and lowered his gaze to the remains of the dinner on the plate with blueish tendrils on the round notched table with rounded corners and sanded edges. Tears clouded his eyes and pain numbed his senses. He flexed his hand. The first tear fell as the sobs grew louder, pulling him back into reality, realised it was not a dream and the man cruel as the northern wind, dreaded like a wolf failed to stay strong for the woman he loved. Thomas put the loaded pistol away, realised he had pulled it out, knew the men in tattered clothing with outflung arms and broken limbs lying beyond the thick walls bore lifeless eyes.

His eyes had seen much and his ears had heard gruesome news, but he found himself unable to count the soulless shells, the holes in the walls and the wooden floor but a sense of pride filled Thomas at the sight of his wife, the warrior who had raised her weapon against the intruders.

Slowly, as if he feared the sight, the truth, a child fearing the cabinet, the monster under the bed, Thomas turned and faced his sobbing wife. He dried his damp palms on the trousers. He clenched his hands into fists, regretting he had not been at her side, had failed to protect the woman. The question of how she was, did not fall again.

The gashes painting her skin, darkening marks snaking like ivy around her neck and arms, told a tale of death and struggle he did not want to read. The hem of her dress was tattered, the hair dishevelled and Thomas guessed it was dirt and grime, hoped it was not crimson.

Relief flooded his body. His shoulders slumped forward, and he gave her a weak, encouraging smile and walked towards Y/N, paralysed by pain and fear. The last wall of defence crumbled and the last dam broke free and released raging torrents down on the town. Thomas ran, jumped over the destroyed table and fallen chairs. Wood creaked under his shoes. His arms wrapped around her trembling body. Unintelligible, Thomas cried out, uttered a silent prayer, breathed soft promises, too good to be true into her ear and plastered featherlight kisses on her bruised cheek. Shaking fingers sank into her hair, hugged her tighter as the weight of the world, the entire universe, settled on her shoulders and forced her to fall like a star.

"Everything is alright," Thomas mumbled into her ear.

It was a fact, but it sounded like a question as if he had to convince himself of the sincerity of his own words. Lowering her eyes in shame, Y/N lifted her hands and clawed her fingers into the button down. Gently his battered fingers slid over her exposed arms, back and hips, ribs and neck, on the endless search for a wound, crimson seeping through the fabric, for pain dimmed by adrenaline but apart from trivial yet painful abrasions, bruises of various sizes, the Shelby could find nothing.

"You are a strong woman. I saw what you did. I don't know many men who could do something like that. I am proud of you," Thomas continued, praising the breaking woman.

Y/N laughed out, chuckled bitterly, and braced herself to answer.

"It doesn't feel like something I could be proud of. I had to do it. I feel guilty about it." she cawed, the voice faint and roughened by screaming.

Freeing himself from the suit jacket, keeping one hand on her body, he threw the jacket on the floor and lowered Y/N onto the warming fabric. Groaning, Y/N slowly sank to the floor.

"The men stormed the house. I heard them. I thought I would never see you again, that I will die. I took the gun and killed them all. I had to do it." she sobbed into his shoulders, slurred, but Thomas understood every syllable.

Almost healed wounds tore open. Blood oozed. She sank her teeth into her lower lip. Copper spilt in her mouth. She wanted to scream and curse, cursed the deceased like a witch, but only a croak emitted from her throat.

"Careful. Slowly. Hold on to me. I won't let you go. I will take you to the hospital, the doctors will take care of you and I will do the rest." he reassured.

His thumb stroked her bruised cheek, wiping away tears and worry.

"Are you hit?" Thomas questioned.

Y/N shook her head.

"Please, talk to me." he continued, needed to hear the answer, her voice.

"Grazed. My arms hurt. One tackled me, tried to knock me out and probably broke my nose." Y/N whispered and pointed to the door, the corridor, to the men facing the other side of the wall.

Thomas nodded with glassy eyes.

"Your nose is still beautiful. It won't take away from your beauty." Thomas complimented her.

He looked at her as if nothing had happened, as if he had forgotten everything as if she had never disappeared without a word, looked at her like a goddess, a fallen angel.

He pulled an ironed handkerchief out of the pocket, twitched it back and forth, opened it and moistened the almost transparent dark blue material with red decorations with his initials on his tongue, moistened it and washed away the traces of struggle from cheeks and forehead, danced over her skin and Y/N did not flinch in disgust or contorted her face and allowed it.

"I've called Arthur. You don't have to worry anymore. I will take care of everything. No one will dare to touch you again.", "You're going to leave me?" Y/N questioned with widened eyes.

His heart twitched; the arrow struck his heart and buried deeper and deeper. His lips did not touch, wanting to start a sentence. Soft footsteps echoed through the deserted house. Thomas freed himself from the tight embrace, turned and his right hand found itself on the trigger of the pistol. The footsteps came closer. Shaking, Y/N slid back, heard commotion and cursed like a banshee. Her eyes dilated searched for her pistol, clutched it, breathed a bloody murder as she noticed there was no round in it.

Running, John stepped into his field of vision, gun drawn, ready to kill, and Thomas saw relief in his brother's eyes wandering back and forth from him to the whimpering woman. Sweat dripped down his forehead and carried away the fear and anger boiling in his body. Heaving John leant against the frame, relieved, filled his lungs with air and almost let go of the gun.

Quickly Thomas turned to his wife, jumped back, threatened to fall like a soldier struck by a bullet, put his hand on her body and supported Y/N. Carefully he removed the gun from her, fearing she would injure herself, and shoved it aside. His warm breath brushed her cheek, breathed into her ear that she need not fear, that it was John who had followed him and no one had woken from the deathly sleep.

"Take care of the bodies. Take them away. Burn them, do with them whatever you want, throw them into the streets." Thomas commanded gruffly, a king sitting on the throne and ruling with iron first over the kingdom.

Nodding, John backed away, turned his back on the pair, put away his gun and did as his brother demanded, saw the seething anger in his eyes, nodded again, and sped away. Thomas watched after his brother and pressed the panting woman closer to his heart. Hushing vows in her ear, Thomas placed his lips between hushed words of love and adoration on her temple while his hand clasped her shaking fingers. Dangerously his eyes darkened, and vengeance, was clouding his senses.

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swanimagines · 2 years

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Hello there! Can I have a "I love you, I love you so much it hurts, it hurts even more to know you'll never love me" with Kaz for your Freddy event please? It's okay if you can't do it. I love your writing btw! ❤️

FREDDY EVENT, send in requests for any of Freddy Carter's characters (NOT the man himself (= no Freddy Carter (the real person) x readers), only his characters)!! The event will be on for an indefinite time, if you're unsure, see if the event post is pinned. If it is, then it's still on. (Other requests are open too, but they go to my normal to-do list which I'm not able to start doing anytime soon)

A/N: An unplanned oneshot again, I hope you don't mind 💕 I hate making up titles though and they rarely sound good 😅

Warnings: Kaz yelling at the reader, reader crying, but hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.6k

HOLLOW HEARTS

Kaz was angry, and it didn't go unnoticed from anyone.

You had screwed up a job, getting noticed as soon as you entered the building. You had been paired up with Kaz, and was going to keep guard as he picked a lock to a safe, but a guard noticed you. You had tried to knock him out, but he had already blown into a whistle and soon every guard at the building was after you.

Two hundred thousand kruge was lost because of you, and it was clear that Kaz was seething with rage as he glared at you walking by Inej's side. She shielded you from his glares, knowing you already felt horrible about what happened. She sent some glares of her own to Kaz, wordlessly telling him to cut it off. And eventually, Kaz sped up with his walking and left the rest of you walking along dark streets. Air laid heavy with an upcoming thunder. Sky rumbled above you, but no rain came down on your heads yet—a good sign to make it to the Slat in time. The sky would probably open its gates soon enough, though, so you shouldn't slack.

Fortunately, you made it to the Slat just before the storm hit through, and you all just slumped on the chairs at the bottom level of the Slat. You held your face in both hands, rubbing away tears while trying not to think about Kaz's face as he heard who screwed up the job. The disappointment and then anger had washed over him like waves crashing against rocks, making you sink into yourself. His eyes just told you that he'd give you a raging scolding once you'd be back at the Slat — you had never gotten one, but Jesper had told you that he got one once and that was the only time he had truly been scared of his best friend, though he didn't consider him as his friend back then. It had happened when Jesper had joined the Dregs a few months back.

Your situation was different though. You weren't a new Dreg, and you didn't think of Kaz as just a friend either. You had full on fallen in love with him, which would make him yelling at you feel so much worse than it had felt for Jesper. You had never once been scared of Kaz — maybe you should have been, but you always thought of him as a human first, not a monster that everyone painted him up as being.

He was cruel, ruthless, feared, respected. He had more enemies than most other crime bosses around. But you never thought of him as evil, you never judged him. You treated him as a human, and you could tell that was something he still hadn't gotten used to.

"Y/N, to my office." Kaz's voice made you flinch out from your thoughts. You looked up at him standing at the middle of the stairs. "Now."

You got up slowly, feeling Inej take a faint hold of your hand as you did so, and you tried to smile at her. Your smile came out to be a grimace instead though as you followed Kaz up the stairs. Once upstairs, he led you straight inside his room, slamming the door shut right behind you.

The silence between you two grew thick as Kaz stood there looking at you with those cold eyes of his. You were afraid that if you opened your mouth, you might say something wrong, or get yelled at even further, so you stayed quiet, waiting for him to speak.

He scoffed at your quietness, and finally growled, "What were you thinking?"

You swallowed, standing there in front of him without any words coming out.

His next question broke your silent state. "Didn't I teach you anything? Did you forget our deal? You're supposed to stay put to inform me in case I need to prepare for a fight, you are not supposed to play a hero!"

A small whimper escaped you, and you bit your lip hard, trying to stop yourself from crying again. You had messed up a big time today, and now Kaz was mad, and you had known exactly how he would react: he would yell, shout, curse, threaten you. Maybe even hit you with his cane to ensure you won't mess up again. And you would have to take it all in, break your heart over the man you love.

"Two hundred thousand kruge went to waste because of you, because you tried to knock out a guard even when you know they are far more experienced than you are, we agreed that we'll let Inej do the fighting!" he continued, starting to pace back and forth across his office.

The words were out before you even registered them to be coming. "I did it to protect you!"

Kaz paused, turning his head to stare at you. You hung your head low, a tear escaping your eye. Kaz blinked, and his tone suddenly changed completely. His next word came out quieter, as a half whisper. "What?"

You nodded and took a shaky breath in. "That guard was just a step or two away from noticing us. I don't know where he came from, I thought I kept close eye at the hallway. It was like he came through a wall. I made a split second decision. If he had noticed us, he would have had a clear shot at you, and I..." your voice broke and another whimper escaped your lips. "He could have killed you, and I could have had to watch you get killed. I couldn't risk... I..."

You felt Kaz's eyes on you. He regained the coldness in his voice, and placed his hands on his cane. "That was reckless, Y/N. I have taught you a lot, and risking your life for others isn't the way at the Barrel. You either save your own skin or sacrifice everyone. Sentimental bonds, playing a hero like that—"

"I did it because I love you, I love you so much it hurts, it hurts even more to know you’ll never love me,” you choked out, letting another tear slip out from your eye. You knew Kaz's eyes hardened once he heard those words, and next he'd tell you that love is for the weak, and you shouldn't waste such feelings on anyone, especially not on him. You hadn't planned falling in love, especially not with him. Kaz was someone people described as being unable to care about anything else than power and kruge, but you and your stupid feelings still felt like you could have a chance with him. But you knew all of this was pointless because he just didn't feel the same way back.

Kaz stared at you in silence, and you could almost hear the wheels turning and clicking in his head as he registered your words. But he didn't say anything. He didn't say he loved you too. He didn't get up, take your hand and kiss it, of course he didn't. So you swallowed, nodding slightly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have burst out like that," you mumbled, took a deep breath and turned around. "It won't happen again."

You heard some hurried steps, and a few clicks of his cane. "Y/N, wait."

His voice sounded different now, softer somehow. It was weird to hear his voice being like that, you had always heard it as harsh and raspy. You turned around slowly and lifted your teary eyes to look at him. You waited as he slowly made his way closer, his eyes roaming around your face, as if to search something. Your lips parted slightly as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and you saw Kaz's Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He stopped in front of you, his eyes now being settled into yours and his lips twitched slightly. You stood there, looking into each other's eyes before Kaz slowly reached up with his hand.

"Stay still for me," he said quietly, and you obliged. After a moment, tips of his cool leather glove grazed your cheek, feather-light before it moved to trace your jawline down until he reached your neck. He stopped by your pulse point, seemingly grounding himself as he felt your pulse racing beneath his touch. After a moment, he pulled away and you looked into his eyes, your expression probably looking pretty stupid. Kaz's lips turned upwards slightly.

"Kaz... I… I thought that you…" you started, but you knew Kaz knew what you were going to say and you stopped yourself. He turned around again, and you followed, sitting down opposite of him at his desk. There wasn't any tension between you anymore, and you couldn't help but smile goofily at what had just happened.

Thunder raged outside, the rain pelting against the glass windows of the room, making everything look grey and gloomy, but you felt like the sun was shining inside. Kaz didn't need to say it out loud, he knew you knew.

He loved you too. He wasn’t angry because of the heist gone wrong, he was angry because you had put yourself in front of danger, and because of him on top of it. But that day you learned that he loved you, just as much as you loved him.

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winxrewritingsandfictions · 2 years

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Genre : one shot / Romance

Length : short

Pairing : Flora x Helia

Rating : T

Flora and Helia now live together in Magix.

A nightly ritual

Every night, Flora and her husband would do the same thing. They both understood the importance of unwinding at the end of each day. She had learned through time how to connect spiritually with Helia while he learned how to communicate with her through her perception of the world. These two processes merged into one quest for peace and serenity in nature. No one could deny that these two had found the perfect match.

Before meeting Flora, the young man had never been interested in anyone, let alone a fairy. To be honest, the only fairy he had met was obnoxious at best.

He did not understand them.

They found him cold and boring.

And then, she had crossed his path. A simple comment on the paper he was using to draw, a shy blush on her cheeks, and he had fallen. No going back.

Now sitting in their garden, Flora had mixed some herbal tea with honey butter and a few flowers from her lab. They had managed to find the perfect tea for both of them, not too sweet like Helia liked it, and yet the natural sweetness of the honey and the flowers were perfect. Flora liked to read some research papers while Helia would be braiding her hair for the night.

Having long his entire life, Helia was skilled. He would take his time, making sure he was slow enough so Flora could go through at least one research paper, take a few notes and unwind. They had picked up this habit from their honeymoon.

Helia, once done with her hair, would encircle her body with his arms, kissing her neck and distracting her. She would giggle and pretend to push him away. He wouldn't let go, making her blush.

"Helia I'm working honey..." she would often say so, but they both knew it hadn't been the case for a few minutes now.

He would push her papers away, and there, laying on the grass, he would kiss her, love her, and cherish her.

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I know this is very short but I'm trying different lengths.

Next post will be a very long oneshot.

This will be a series for all pairings ❤️ if you want a specific one, you can also ask me ⭐️

Want to read something else ? here ;

The Monster under the bed

Finals

Dragon's land part 1/3

Witch Love : Part 1

Coffee Break : Part 1

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Hiya! Could I request male pirates of the Caribbean and the Hobbit ships, please?

Both of them with the prompt "Moment Of Realization"

I'm really bad at describing myself lol but there it goes.

My pronouns are she/her, I'm ambivert (but if I'm out with people for really long time I get really tired, like if my soul decided to left my body), I tend to daydream a lot, I'm really creative, I'm a night owl, I love traveling but I also love staying at my home, I do martial arts, my love language are quality time also pyshical touch (not like being all the time touching the other person but I really like a good hug), I really love nature and animals (I've a lot of cats tbh) I'm usually very chill and like yolo but I've my days like everyone and sometimes I get really pissed off and you can tell when it happens (In some ways I'm really easy to read, not always but when I'm angry, uff, you can tell), I also have a brow and I practice with it.

My hobbies are reading, dancing, painting, writing... whatever creative stuff you put in front of me.

I don't really like violence ( I practice Martial Arts to protect myself more than to compete) but if someone dares to hurt my love ones... Well, you can run.

I've been passionate about history, myths, legends... since I was a kid so I'm studying to become an Archaeologist and being able to learn more about it and discover new ones.

And I don't wanna bother you more than it's necessary so, there it is.

Thank you so much <3 ❤️

I hope you like them!

Also, awesome! I went to Uni for Archaeology as well, I hope you are enjoying it!

Ships are under the cut

Potc:

I ship you with Will!

Will is kind hearted and generous and is attracted to people of a like mind. He also finds people who have various hobbies and skills attractive, so that is a bonus in his mind.

"Moment of Realization"

Will's eyes never left your face as you recanted the tale you heard from an old sailor by the docks. You paced back and forth as you smiled, no detail escaped your mind of the mans story as you repeated it back to Will.

He smiled at your excitement and adored the way your eyes lit up as you told him of the sea monster they supposedly came across.

As you spoke, Will felt his heart selling in his chest. Adoration washed over him as he watched you. This was not a new feeling, but there was something more mixed in. Something more intense, something that told him you were his favorite person in the whole world. More to him than he had previously imagined.

"And then the Capta- Will? Hey!" You threw a rag at Will, causing him to snap out of his thoughts. As he looked at you, you crossed your arms "You aren't even listening!"

"I was!" Will defended but you rose your brow. "Alright, I swear I was listening but then I got a bit...distracted."

"By what?"

Will let out a soft breath of air. He had fallen for you and never even knew it was happening. But now was not the time to tell you, that needed to be better than this. Not while he was covered in grime in his shop.

"Nothing, just remembered another order I have to fulfill. Please continue the story, I swear I'm listening."

You watched him for a moment before you relaxed "Aright, but you better pay attention, because this is where it gets really good."

Will smiled again as you quickly fell back into telling the story. Yes, he had definitively fallen for you. And he was more than okay with it.

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The Hobbit:

I ship you with Fili!

Fili is an ambivert as well, and is always willing to leave situations when you are. He is draw to skilled, kind, and loving people, so he adored you from the moment you met.

Runner Up: Legolas

'Moment of Realization' - this is both the moment of realization and the first I love you (it happened as I was writing it lol)

Fili's heart was beating in his chest as he watched you, a grin on his face.

You continuously called up at the cat in the tree, who simply stared back down at you with blinking eyes. You let out a sigh as you lifted your arms out again "Come on!"

"Y/n, I think we've established that the cat is not going to come down."

You looked back at him with a frown "But what if it gets cold?"

Fili shook his head with a soft chuckle as he walked up to you. Turning you towards him, he set his hands on your shoulders "Cat's have fur for that. And if he got himself into that tree, I'm fairly certain he can get out of it."

You looked back up at the cat again and let out a sigh. "Fine. But if we come by later when it's getting dark, and he's still up there-"

"I will climb up the tree and retrieve him myself."

You frowned softly at him and gave in "Alright."

Fili smiled as he shook his head again, letting out a soft laugh as he spoke "I love you." He muttered before he thought about it.

Seeing your eyes widen, he realized what he said. It came out faster than he thought it. But he realized now, as you clearly grew a bit flustered, as a smile crossed your face, he wasn't only saying the truth. He did love you.

"You love me?" You asked, your voice soft.

Fili smiled, and nodded his head "Yes, I do."

As Fili spoke those words, you felt your whole body grow warm. You felt the same, of course you did.

You grinned up at him "I love you too." o

#ship #ships #ship request #8k ships #milestone ships #follower ships #anon ship #potc ship #the hobbit ship #fili drabble #will turner drabble

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aschlindartroom · 2 years

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Hi! Happy Blorbo Blursday! For two OCs who never/rarely interact in canon--how would they get along? Would it be possible for them to meet? Would them meeting change the course of the story?

--Joy (@italiangothicwriteblr)

I have fallen so behind on responses to writeblr questions, but damnit, today I'mma answer a Blorbo Blursday!

Thanks to @italiangothicwriteblr for the question. ❤️

My two "true neutral" characters in the Second Serpent universe are Martin Hightower and Rhen. They are both very pragmatic, self-serving people (although, in entirely different ways). Martin is after comfort and security, always looking for the next political and sensual opportunity and not really caring who he has to knock down in the process. Rhen, on the other hand, has given up on having any sort of luxury in her life. Instead, she chases comforts that are far less tangible: a sense of belonging, family, irreverence in all things.

I doubt they'll ever get a chance to meet in canon, but I did write a little drabble between them a while back. Here's part of it!

“Why are you doing this?” Rhen asked, stuffing her mouth full once again. Martin smiled softly.

“Seems a little late to be asking that question, isn’t it?” he asked.

“I’m curious,” Rhen said.

“Only curious?” Martin leaned conspiratorially across the table, his elbow perched on the surface. He grinned and raised a teasing eyebrow. “Not worried? No existential crises about being one more pawn in my chess game?”

She leaned forward across the table to meet him. “You play a game with everyone, Martin,” she said. Rhen’s casual use of his first name, holding no hint of malice or veiled threat, had stopped being disquieting long ago. It was now just one more thing he enjoyed about their conversations.

“How do you know I won’t get you killed?” he asked. His smile did not falter. “Chew you up and spit you out?”

Rhen gave him a knowing, playful look, as though waiting for him to laugh at their private joke. He didn’t laugh. Finally, Rhen, rolled her eyes, good-natured and unperturbed, and sighed at him. She placed her chopsticks gently onto her bowl, crossing her arms to lean back into her seat. “I see you, you know,” she said. “That smile of yours is a mask… But you always keep the curtain open, just a little bit. You let people see the shadow that skirts by occasionally. You let them wonder if the odd shapes are claws and teeth or just tricks of the light. It’s a powerful tool, that mystery.” She covered her mouth and looked around frantically in feigned distress. “‘Is he a sheep, or is he a wolf?’”

Martin’s smile softened by degrees. He rested his chin on his closed fist. “So?”

“So what?” Rhen asked. She took another bite of her lunch, humming with pleasure.

“What am I? Am I a sheep, or a wolf?”

Rhen laughed, “You’re neither.” She pointed at him with her chopsticks. “You’re a man, Martin. You eat and pee and shit and love and dream, just like the rest of us.”

“Men can still be monsters,” Martin said. Rhen did not miss the shift in tone: from business to paternal in the span of seconds. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Look, Martin,” she said. She took the last bite of her lunch and pushed the bowl back. “If you’re trying to ease your own conscience by reminding me not to make deals with strange men, I’m afraid that boat fully and irrevocably sailed. I already know you’re using me. You use everybody. But I also know you won’t go back on your word unless you have to, because despite what you’d like people to believe, you’re not a monster. And if you have to, well, we both know what happens after.”

“Tell me,” Martin said, amused and fond.

“I’ll crawl up from whatever grave you plant me in,” she said, matter-of-fact. “Then I’ll find you. Then I’ll kill you, because I’m not just another one of your pawns.”

Martin laughed. “No,” he replied. “No, you certainly aren’t.”

“You never answered my question,” Rhen said. “Why are you doing this?”

“My superiors wanted something done, so I’m going about it the best way I know how,” Martin said. “I’m just following orders.”

Rhen narrowed her eyes, still smiling. “Neither of us just follow orders, Martin. Why?” she asked again. She fixed him with a gaze, non-judgmental. “Really?”

Martin looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. A warmth washed over him, and he closed his eyes. “Same reason as you, I suppose.”

“Love, then,” Rhen said.

“Love,” Martin agreed.

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astielle askdump with spoilers up to 25, including lots of older chapters because so many people went back to reread after chapter 24, hahaha

anonymous asked:

jonys getting turned into an impostor, call that aimongus

@themaidenisdeath asked:

HOLY MOTHER FUCK!!!! POOR BABY KARZARUL, I'm so glad for Minnow now, that he has her!!! How could an absolute angel like Vaelon get reincarnated as a bunch of assholes?? Ugh. I hope Leonas can finally learn to love him and they become a happy thripple forever ❤️❤️❤️

anonymous asked:

GOD. KARZAEUL WATCHING LYNETTE MURDERHIS MONSTERS OVER AND OVER. AND THEN THE HEIRS WITH THEIR NIGHTMARES OF HIM MURDERING THEM IM- !!! LITERARY GENIUS BUT OHGOD THE PAIN

anonymous asked:

So you're telling me Gwenviel orphaned and maimed Laurela at AGE SIX?

she had the help of an army but yeah that was the weird fucked up babies cycle

@revirag asked:

Kitty, Kitty, Kitty! You made me have all the feelings, and quiet a few of them are Not Okay. Especially the one with Laurela. Baby. Which is why I am really happy that all the others have the intelligence to point out the little flashbacks and consequences, cause I am just sitting here, screaming 'IDIOTS' in my head over and over again. Gorgeous mosaic, loved to learn about Ari's life even if it is mostly Pain because They are all Dumbasses. I hate how 'understandable' their decisions were!

@onwardmotley asked:

In Folwyth's defense I don't think it takes THAT much repression to be grieving your partner and upset and tired then be so wrongfootedly baffled by the energies Karzarul was bringing to the table that you just do your best to opt out of thinking about his pretty bells or how impressive his gams are. Meanwhile Elias clearly would think that the good churros are a vile temptation and an affront to the sun goddess.

elias with the churro scented dollar store candle hidden secretly at the bottom of his sock drawer

@onceuponymous asked:

Elias has gone in my mind from "that bastard" to "is he OKAY"

he was not

@blatantescapism asked:

also love how Karzarul says the Moon Goddess gave him a bow + arrows so he can keep his enemies at a distance and he has always done the exact opposite of that

you cannot be passive-aggressive with this man

@gentlyouttatime asked:

hi sorry this is not about the most recent astielle chapters but i'm doing a reread and ch1's [“You have a good face,” she decided. / “Thank you,” he said. / “It’s different,” she said, “when you’re not roaring at me.”] hits different thinking about vaelon. ouch my heart!

@kellbellraiseshell asked:

“I made myself,” Karzarul said. “I did not concern myself with your feelings when I did so, any more than you have ever considered mine.” The re-read value is so high for astielle. Just fuck me up why don't you

@onceuponymous asked:

Speaking of us readers' collective reread of Astielle following "Karzarul: the Revelations", I'm hitting Chapter Four and not-far-from-eight Minnow happening upon the lady that Leland made sure would "keep Leonas occupied for the night" when *Leonas* must be mid-teens at that point... Yikes!

yeah

y e a h

@onceuponymous asked:

chapter four again: "[Leonas] started to reach toward [Minnow], but stopped himself, turning to walk away. “Try to stay quiet,” he muttered." AH.

anonymous asked:

Minnow: *retells the current iteration of their myth* Ari: So they remembered the part about 1000 fallen stars, but recorded absolutely everything else hilariously inaccurately. Got it.

anonymous asked:

Arik = Old Man of the mountain, right?!?!?! I’m sure it’s prolly classified intel until later anyway but I can’t stop thinking about what it might mean for everyone involved if there really is someone who has survived it all, and hopefully has a way to help them deal with all the trauma they’ve collected. Also the throwaway comment about the necklace earlier keeps spinning in my head and makes me wonder what kind of epic confrontation we’re going to get with Leland and co. Anyways, thanks so much for the story!!! Absolutely love getting to read your stuff!

anonymous asked:

I'm rereading Astielle and I just noticed the Abysscales have names like "Glimmering" and "Coruscating" and "Luminous". Just the sort of naming scheme that would track with a mermaid named, say, "Radiant".

( •̀ ω •́ )✧

anonymous asked:

I wasn't sure if I'd like Leonas at first, but after the last few chapters he's my all time favorite and I'm so happy you've made such an amazing trio! The consent! The heat! The respect for each others boundaries while still making it so damn sexy!!!! I'm so excited for the next chapter!!!

that's the appropriate initial reaction to leonas if you are not primed to see an imperious effete man and think 'i hope he steps on someone in a way that leads to good problematic fanfiction later'

anonymous asked:

Bless Leonas for asking the important questions about Ari's magic clothes

karzarul: i can't really verbalize it properly but the fact that i can't verbalize it properly is why one of us is going to need carte blanche to push boundaries

leonas: okay, got it, explain to me how your pants work

@ghostly-squid asked:

Chapter 25 just proved that Minnow is the one with the brain cell, and everyone should find this TERRIFYING. It's too much power for someone who eats rocks, and she knows this. Everyone should be grateful (or concerned, I guess, if they're boring) she's usually motivated to utilize the brain cell for kink purposes, or things that can LEAD to kink purposes. Seriously though, I'm glad that Minnow uses the Power of Communication (and weird dream bullshit) for... I don't want to say MAXIMUM efficiency, because there's some things they DEFINITELY need to go back over later (Nap Class, where people learn Important Nap Skills, MINNOW-) but she does pretty well!! Good for her! (Also, good for Karzarul and Leonas for going along with it and tripping into Self Reflections Of Great Importance, aka "oh no, he's hot" and realizing they can actually Do Something with that knowledge without being labeled a Weirdo Pervert by anyone but themselves [or other people, maybe, but only in a teasing or kinky way??? Idk, we've had BARELY ANY monster sex, *I* certainly don't know what these dudes are into!!])

anonymous asked:

Love that Minnow, who was literally raised by wild fairies in the wood and has no idea how to brush her hair, is actually the most emotionally intelligent of all three of them b/c both her boyfriends are emotionally stunted idiots. (Also the dreams! The dead star dreams!)

@vvillowenna asked:

Minnow's changeling mindset of "social rules are random and complicated but ill do my best to follow them without actually internalizing them" making her free of pre conceived notions and so much better at accurate observations in social dynamics is so delightful

doesn't even occur to her that he's not doing it on purpose. "ari we ALL want to be the brat sometimes but when you're that big it's indistinguishable from bullying". she just thinks he's like when a malamute thinks it can still do puppy things. you're big, ari. you can't jump on him like that.

anonymous asked:

I feel like Karzarul is intimately familiar with the "fighting in another room so you have to pretend not to hear" from Lynette and Vaelon talking about him, to make things EXTRA awkward.

leonas, who had never been to a friend's house until very recently, has no idea what the fuck either of them are talking about

anonymous asked:

“I’ve never heard of anything that could do this to a Rainbow Door,” Leonas said. Karzarul: *maintains a polite silence on the subject of witches exploding* (Of course, that's probably equally influenced by the painfulness of the memories, BUT.)

anonymous asked:

"Nobody knows how these were made." Karzarul, who may not know the enchantments required, but definitely knows the basic outline of "cut hole with starsword, then add enchanted blocks": *silence* Some point in the future: "Why didn't you mention this???" "You never asked."

leonas is sitting there like "if only some of the lost technologies of the ancient empire could be recovered" meanwhile the guy who assembled the fucking thing is just standing there wondering if his girlfriend might be right about this nerd being hot actually

@imonlyheretofollowyou asked:

Minnow: You have a really nice mouth Karzarul: Thanks it used to be yours.

asdkjasdjhas

@justconstantly asked:

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH? love the new chapter, cannot wait for more awkward declarations of affection and monster fucking negotiations, thank you

anonymous asked:

I've gotten so invested in Ari/Minnow/Leonas that when I saw there was an NSFW scene in this chapter with all of them, I legitimately made a noise that scared my bird!

@makadragontamer asked:

Awww, look at those two finally starting to use their words like big boys. I'm so proud of them.

unfortunately only one of them has graduated to big boy words, the other one just went DO WHATEVER I GUESS

@ultragenta asked:

ohhhh that was beautiful...... the Narrative of taking the hero and the heir back to where it all Started....... i love it it seems odd to say bc of the stuff that happens lmao but this chapter was honestly Restful. it was lovely

@platypusprime asked:

Just read chapter 25- what position did Minnow and Karzarul end up in? At first i thought doggy, but then there was something about her being on top of him and i became confused because i thought she had leaned forward onto the ground?

it's modified doggy style, the only way they can get their bits to line up because of the size difference is for him to kneel and her to straddle his lap backwards. so she's on top of him in the sense that if she weren't bent forward she'd be sitting in his lap. if he wanted to be an asshole this could turn into a wheelbarrow situation very quickly.

anonymous asked:

Can't believe you gave me a moral/existential crisis in the middle of a sex scene by implying that minnow inherited a fight or fuck reaction to taurils bc karzarul wouldn't stop flirting with heroes during death battles also still thinking about singing and how it was implied jonys didn't like to sing either :'(

now, now, she ALSO had that reaction to impyr form!! just faster because it was more fuckable!!!

@rose-and-bones asked:

“He doesn’t like being left out, that’s all.” !!!!! Thesis statement!!!!!!!!!

@sailor-lady asked:

THE BOYS

THE BOYS ARE KISSING

anonymous asked:

YESSSS a monsterfucking triad CAN heal the world I AM SO PUMPED. (The past interludes destroyed me but now I am also healed)

anonymous asked:

Get it, Leonas ;)

why can't i put lucille text in blockquotes askjhad

anonymous asked:

THAT’S MY /BOY/ LEONAS MAKING A MOVE!!!!!!!

@mahoushoujoysa asked:

LEONAS????????? LEONAS!!!!!!!!!

@thegayknee asked:

YEAHHHHHHHH BOYYYYYYYY! GET THAT MONSTER DICK LEONAS!!!!

#original #writeblogging #astielleblogging #astielle spoilers

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🌶Spicy Sunday/Everyday/Anyday🌶 Request, number-who-knows…

Grucy, with a jealous Greggy pleaseeeeeeee!!

🌶🔥💋🚨😍❤️

It's been a while since we checked in with these crazy kids. Let's do it.

Gregory didn't necessarily like this side of himself. He fucking Hated it, actually. Hated the way Lucy's uncle wormed his way under his skin every time they met, as he threw some square-jawed, rowing, oxford attending fuck at her. But he couldn't help it. Couldn't help how his fists clenched at his sides his blood boiling, simmering, right under his skin. His jaw clenched, his stomach clenched as he watched Lucy talking to the man her Uncle had introduced her to. Boris, Blake, Bertram? He had no fucking idea what his name was and honestly he didn't care, what Gregory did care about, was that he currently had his hand resting on Lucy's waist. His fingers curled around her hip, even as Lucy laughed, stepping backwards, out of the man's grasp, closer to Gregory. Something primitive flickering in his chest as his arm snaked around Lucy's waist, tugging her firmly back against his chest. The angry monster that had been clawing in his chest purring softly, as her fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"Are you alright?" Lucy's voice was soft in his ear, making his hands tighten on the steering wheel as he drove them home.

"Course I am." His tone was clipped and even he could hear it, grating against his ears, something she didn't deserve.

He could feel Lucy's eyes burning against his skin, her voice even, "Good, because you know it would be stupid to be jealous right?" It stung a little, that she knew him so well. Could read him like a book that had fallen open on a shelf. "Because I love you, and that's not going to change no matter how many of those boring arseholes he throws at me."

He could feel it burning in his chest, his jaw clenched tightly, teeth grinding together as Lucy's fingers reached into his hair, scratching soothingly against his scalp as the card ground to a stop outside their house.

"And... if you need to, I'd be more than happy to let you remind me who I belong to."

Gregory forced his hands to unclench from the steering wheel and open his door, his feet moving stiffly, his stomach clenching as he opened Lucy's door for her, just like he always did, their eyes catching together, heat already simmering between them as she intertwined her fingers with his, tugging him into the house.

The minute the door closed behind him, he couldn't wait anymore. She was too close to him, the feel of her hand in his her perfume floating in the air around him, his mind still stuck on how someone else had been looking at her, had his hands on her. And Gregory burned.

He tugged his arm backwards, letting Lucy spin back towards him, her hand landing on his chest to steady herself. Gregory barely had time to revel in the feeling of her body against his before his lips had claimed hers, his pulse pounding in his ears as she relaxed against him, their lips moving together, hands roaming everywhere as he walked her backwards.

"Sit, Lucy." His voice was nearly a growl, his hands tugging roughly at her dress, buttons littering the floor Lucy's dress pooling at her feet for just a second before she moved up three steps, sitting on the landing halfway up, her red stilettos stark against the cream carpet, her lingerie just as red against her skin. The possessive little monster in his chest was roaring as he fell to his knees in front of her, his hands desperate on her legs, tugging them apart, over his shoulders.

"Fuck, Daddy." Lucy's moan ripped through her chest as he pulled her knickers to the side, two fingers grazing against her giving her no time to adjust before his tongue was moving against her.

Gregory loved everything about this, everything about her really. The taste of her against his tongue, the smell of her, the way her hands gripped him tight, tugging painfully on his hair as though she wanted him closer and closer and closer, never close enough to her, the way she reacted to him, writhed against him, nothing but the two of them, hearts beating in time, and all he wanted was more. As she cried out against him, his fingertips bruising on her thigh, keeping her open for him, lapping and sucking until Lucy groaned against him.

Please Daddy. Take what's yours.

A growl ripped through his throat, Letting Lucy's hands tug at his shirt, his trousers, as he rolled them, until she was straddling him, her fingernails scratching his chest as she righted herself, her shoulders still heaving, her stomach muscles clenching, slumping a little boneless from her high, her eyes cloudy.

Fuck, Luce, you feel incredible. She'd started to circle her hips against his, so lightly, tentatively almost, one of her hands twisting in his hair, his breath coming in sharp gasps already his hands closing around her hips, helping her find the rhythm.

And he was lost to her, The stairs digging into his back forgotten as their eyes locked together, their lips finding each other, his teeth, nipping at her neck, lips sucking, marking her pale skin, something deep inside him aching to claim her as his.

Lucy's voice was cracking, her desperate gasps and moans echoing through the entrance hall, one of her hands catching his on her hips, intertwining them together, almost more intimately than they already were.

Yours Gregory, all yours. Yours Daddy, Say it.

Mine. Mine Mine Mine- Oh Fuck, Baby.

Their hips were snapping together her fingernails marking his chest, marking him as hers, eyes stuck together, the air thick with them floating in teh air around him, heat tugging behind his belly button, low in his stomach, and then everything fell apart.

Lucy let out a sharp scream, her mouth falling open, tightening around him as he shuddered against her, holding her tight against him as a growl ripped through his chest, and everything went silent.

"I love you so fucking much it hurts." He couldn't help himself, with the sweat cooling on their bodies, here in the house she'd asked him to share with her, his arms tight around her.

He could feel her smile against his bare skin, a light kiss left there, sending goosebumps in its wake. "Me too. And nothing's ever going to change that."

And finally Gregory relaxed. "We can agree your uncle's a dickhead though right?"

Lucy's laugh stole something from his chest, "Oh the biggest twat there's ever been, now come on, Daddy, we need a shower and I need to get on my knees while we do it."

#bridgerton and sons au #grucy #lucy x gregory #lucy abernathy #gregory bridgerton #spicy sunday🌶#molly's asks and answers

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