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colourstreakgryffin · 4 months

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Hiiii

Can you make another Alastor x Rarity reader like I love it sm and I need more 😭😭❤️

If you do thank youuuu

I definitely can! My dear @sillyalastor, here will be yours and @nenerobobot’s post for Rarity-reader and Al! I hope you both like our kinda short follow up to the Radio Demon and his Drama Queen!

Alastor- Diamond Trio

Alastor knows how much of a detail-orientated and fussy woman you are, and he knows fashion colours, stitching processes, habits, facts and more on the top of his head. He knows what is considered eggshell white and what is considered ivory white. That’s how much time he spends with you

Alastor has been teaching you some new recipes, ones that get a bit messy. Whilst, you’re very worried about getting food on you and is wearing about five layers of protection each time you cook with him. He finds it cute and cheers you on for you being so precise and careful with the measurements. You’ll stand there for five minutes making sure the water percentage is just perfect and he thrives off that

Alastor is not a fan of you being friends with any of the Overlords except Rosie, so when he finds out, you befriended a fellow fashionista Velvette. He is supportive of your wishes but he is glaring down Velvette and threatening her behind your back to not hurt you or he’ll hurt her. Needless to say… Al’s protective and he doesn’t tolerate any of your friends trying to ruin your spirits or your work

So that means, if anybody rejects your outfit choice and creation you made for them, even politely. Alastor will hunt them down. You’re generous and you should be praised for that generosity. Alastor takes everything you give him, if he doesn’t like it, he’ll merely ask for some additions. He won’t ever demand a new outfit or item

Now. How did you and Alastor meet, you ask? You met him at a grand gala. It mainly consisted of Overlords but some Sinners can be invited and you were one of those rare sinners brought over to this incredible party

Alastor had been quite intrigued by you, the moment he saw you. A gorgeous, classy, sophisticated sinner dressed in the most pretty, regal maroon pink dress he has ever seen. You had attended this ‘best night ever’ party in hopes to find your prince, the man of your dreams and when you ran into a prissy but handsome Overlord that screamed prince-like grace, you immediately latched onto him. Unaware that you’re actual prince is the one Overlord all the guests avoided like the plague

Alastor couldn’t bring himself to just ignore the only shining jewel within this boring, prim and proper high-class party. He was so uninterested that he only got entertainment, out of talking to his dear friend, Rosie. So after some quick consideration, he begun to secretly follow you and your… date around the large palace hosting this gala. He was curious on what you’d do and the disgust he felt over this Overlord acting so uncharming and so harsh to a sweet lady such as yourself. He doesn’t tolerate women of radiance being disrespected

Alastor is so glad that you finally put your foot down after all the treatment: that ‘Prince’ of a Overlord making you pay for treats, making you give up the cushion seat, taking your rose for himself, making you throw your gorgeous silky-fabric shawl over a puddle so neither of you would slip. No gentleman should treat his lady this way and his blood is boiling in pure disgust at his fellow Overlord. The final straw is when that Overlord used you as a shield to block off the pretty strawberry icing cheesecake that came flying at the pair of you

Alastor watched from the sidelines with much pride and respect, over you talking that Overlord down and proclaiming he is a royal pain but of course, that ‘prince’ only cared about his looks and was scared of you drenched in the cake. Shaking off some of the cake on your dress, hair and face to get it onto the Overlord, out of raw rage. You ended up stomping out of the main big dance ballroom, furious and on the verge of crying. Leaving that ‘date’ of yours behind

Alastor couldn’t stop himself from following you. He was curious how a pretty mid-atlantic accented lady would handle being humiliated and having lashed out against her ‘date’ in front of almost ALL of the guests in the Gala. Your pretty sparkly almost diamond-like eyes poured tears, smudging your nice mascara and light blue eyeshadow as you stomped into the pretty empty gardens and cried out your rage

Oh. Alastor didn’t like seeing somebody so innocent and done no wrong mistreated like this. Even if it was amusing, he doesn’t like it

So, he finally approaches you after a few seconds of watching you vent out your feelings through sobs. His strong sharp crimson red eyes going from your forehead golden crown to the glass plumps to the still damp shawl tied around your shoulders in a classy princess style. You’re the most beautiful guest at this sorry excuse of a Gala. Alastor folds one arm behind his back, his own gala-style black, white and red coloured suit making his red and black colouration pop as he presents you with a rose

“I believe this is yours, my dear” Your glassy eyes turned over to look at him, the almost folded, multi-layers of your dress hugging your curves and hiding your leg movements as it just felt like this night went from the worst to the best. Is this the actual gentleman you’ve always wanted?! Gently reaching out, you’re a bit intimidated by how strong his glare is, how visible his golden yellow fangs are through that wide open grin, with how menacing his long fingers are

Taking the still stemmed rose from Alastor, you didn’t even know his name but you wished you did… you are a bit scared he may be a fake like that awful Overlord you were chasing after just before but he seems friendly enough. Alastor lifts up your hands with his single one, precisely placing the rose into your prettily curled and tied up hair, just above your bangs before speaking once more. His entire presence leaking charm, grace and poise

“Shall we dance?”

You were a bit shy, still drenched in destroyed layered cake batter but Alastor didn’t even chuckle at how ruined your clean, neat look is now. He merely snaps his fingers and like that, all the sweet confectionery remains are gone and all the ruffled, ripped or knotted parts of your dress and hair is smoothed out to perfection, as well as your slightly wet shawl back to being completely dry and your makeup returned to more presentable. Just like how you looked when you entered this Gala and when Alastor first saw you. Taking a deep breath, your cheeks flustered and blushy

You take his hand and with a single tug, you and him are dancing together in the calm, breezy, beautiful gardens of the giant gala palace, no music, no other prissy annoying guests. Just the plants, the animals and you two

Your eyes are no long filled to the brim with tears, anger and heartbreak. You’re now developing a sense of admiration and awe at Alastor being so gentlemanly and sweet with you in seconds flat, he’s treating you the way you wanted that blueblood ass to treat you and it’s making your heart flutter. Twirling slowly in a nice slow steady waltz, the only music ringing is the sound of the nearby birds singing

That night was the best night ever

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 month

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Will You Teach Me? (Jacaerys x Reader)

Oh I’m on fire! Ok so I think I’m getting my groove back and I’m actually really proud of this one cause it’s been a while since I’ve written something that is so fluff and I hope you guys enjoy it too!

(Y/n) Starks name and legend were one that the starks would always bring up when it came to honor and loyalty, the first of their house to have the crown of the seven kingdoms placed on her head, she was two years older than her lord husband Jacaerys and excellent at the art of archery, “the kind she-wolf” was the name that the realm bestowed to her.

Princess (y/n) was the one that had urged Rhaenyra to protect Jacaerys claim, the greens might have been able to digest their defeat but like snakes (y/n) had guessed that they were just waiting for their turn, raising banners to come and swear to protect Jacaerys claim and promising her daughter to the Reach, her eldest son to the daughter of Baela Velaryon and her youngest son to the daughter of the lord of Arryn, ensuring that everyone else beneath them would follow.

The mutual respect and love Queen Rhaenyra shared with Lady Stark was well known in history, they were many witnesses on the morrow that (y/n) brought her second born child to present it to the queen and informed her that the couple has decided to name her Rhaenyra, with tears in her eyes the queen hugged her son and good daughter and thanked them for such a generous gift.

As Princess Rhaenyra was hastily made queen before her dearest father passed, he had commanded to let her take the throne so he could watch his firstborn rule better than he ever could, in reality, he feared what would happen if he passed, as much as he trusted Otto with certain affairs the matter of Rhaenyras realm was delicate and having a queen for the very first time had to be handled with utmost care.

The lady (y/n) had attended the coronation along with her brother Cregan, she had bowed before the new queen with a smile of admiration on her lips, Rhaenyra had seen the girl before, she was a little girl back then but she could recall how well she and Jacaerys had played in the garden, back then (y/n) was wearing a light pink dress that had gotten caught on some type of thorn and Jacaerys patiently worked around the fabric to free her.

“It is an honor to stand before you, my queen”

“You are very sweet, you have grown so much since we saw you last, you are already so beautiful”

“I am trying to catch up to our queen I suppose”

“I hope you remember my son, Prince Jacaerys”

“How could I forget?”

It was the first time that (y/n) broke eye contact and looked at the floor, her cheeks were already a tad rosy and after Jacaerys took a step towards her it grew closer to the color of a tomato. Jacaerys cleared his throat before he took the lady’s hand and placed a subtle kiss on her knuckles.

“My lady”

That was when Queen Rhaenyras's eyes met with Cregans and they both nodded in unison, any person with good vision could see what was happening here, the pair had grown into their comely selves and with brave heart, still, the jitters of the first heartbeat took them over like a storm.

“It is not often that we have the pleasure to have the guardians of the north in our court, may I suggest you stay for another morrow or two”

“I am afraid I must go back and tend to my duties, however, my sister can stay, if that is something that she wishes”

“Can I brother?”

“It is settled then, Jacaerys please escort the lady to all of our available chambers, let her have her pick”

“You are so generous my queen, I must thank you”

(Y/n) bowed again before mother and son, Jacaerys only turned his gaze to his mother and closed his eyes briefly, he mustn’t say anything else, a mother knows when her son is compelled by the eyes and the smile of a woman.

“Go now”

“Right away, my queen”

Jacaerys jested and instinctively took (y/n) 's hand to scurry away, as they walked away as fast as they could without causing trouble Cregan and Rhaenyra watched disappear to the crowd, Cregan adored his youngest sister and Rhaenyra held such undeniable love for her eldest son, the first fruit of her love with Ser Harwin.

“You promise to take care of her?”

“As she was my own, well technically she will be my good daughter, do you promise that she won’t murder my son in his sleep?”

“Unfortunately I cannot, one time she threw a rock at the back of my horse so I would be knocked off because she wanted it”

“Then she will make the perfect queen”

(Y/n) had been nervous to attend supper with the Targaryens, her betrothal with Prince Jacaerys had just been announced and so many decisions had to be made, she must be perfect so she can honor her house.

“It is such a blessed day, my grandson is to be married to the lady Stark, a wonderful match that will bond our houses for reigns to come, let us drink to love”

“You do know how the act is done right? Do not sweat I shall be there to watch it all happen I can even happily replace you if you cannot rise to the occasion”

“You can be as nasty to me as you wish, but hold your tongue in front of my betrothed”

(Y/n) was thankful for the hushed lash back of Jacaerys, Prince Aegon thought himself to be clever with such remarks ever since she stepped foot at court, his gawking made her uncomfortable and now she found herself squeamish of such behavior.

(Y/n) turned her attention to Jacaerys and mouthed a thank you to which Jacaerys responded with a smile and reached for her hand for the gentlest of touches, as the morrows passed the couple was growing their bond little by little, learning new things about one another and spending hours talking about anything they could think about.

As the supper went on smoothly, laughter and chatter filled the room, Jacaerys had left (y/n) side for only a moment so he could entertain his niece Heleana, a timid girl who seemed to keep to her own, (y/n) did not mind, on the contrary, she watched as they messed around and danced, all she could see was how endearing her betrothed prince was.

“I would also like to raise a toast”

“Aemond” Alicent pleaded

“To the health of my nephew Jacaerys, may he grow old and wise in his wedlock, and to the lady of the hour, (y/n), it is not common for such beast as a wolf to have the honor to exist next to a dragon”

“You are vile”

“Why? ‘‘Twas only a compliment, I thought starts took pride in being loyal dogs to their master”

That was enough for Jacaerys to lash out like never before, landing a punch to the eyed prince's face and Aemond responding with a shove, everything else happened in a blink of an eye and Aegon had pushed Lucerys head on the table, (y/n) felt like this was the best time to finally have a go at him and with all her might shoved the silver head drunken fool off the poor boy, when he took a step to attack her (y/n) grabbed a knife that was laying on the table and pointed it at Aegon.

“Come on you low life, let us have it then”

“Wait! Wait”

Daemon was heard in close range, causing the ruckus to stop, (y/n) remained still, she did not trust Aegon enough to give up, a man of his…ways would probably not play fair enough for her to give up her weapon or turn her back on him.

“Go to your chambers, all of you”

Still, (y/n) waited. Aegon eyes were fixated on her with an evil grin, (y/n) held on to appear poised and courageous but her breath was ragged and uneven, she was almost shaking from the sudden rush of emotions, it was only when queen Rhaenyra stuck her hand out with the palm up towards the princess that (y/n) glanced away from him.

“(Y/n)”

Her tone was steady and warning, yet with a touch of softness to reassure her that (y/n) would be safe if she gave away her knife. (Y/n) exhaled deeply and let the knife rest on Rhaenyras hand, at that moment it was when she heard footsteps and turned just in time to watch Jacaerys walk out of the room.

“Go on”

Rhaenyra could read the concern on the lady's face like an open book, (y/n) cared for her son and that brought her comfort, she was ready to harm a prince to protect her good brother, and loyalty ran through her veins, a trait that many lacked.

(Y/n) curtsied swiftly and then shuffled away, as she went up the stairs one after the other she thought over what she shall do, mayhaps the prince wished for some time alone, but on the other side, the comfort one gets from a pair of arms wrapped around you is the remedy to most wounds.

For a few moments, the lady paced in front of his door like she was guarding it until a young chambermaid approached with a wooden bucket.

“My lady, are you alright?”

“Yes I am fine, what is that?”

“The prince has requested more hot water for his bath”

“Oh, give it to me”

“My lady, are you sure”

“Do not fret over it, you may go”

The young girl handed the bucket over and walked away, without thinking over it she knocked on the door a few times only to be met with a man this time.

“My lady, the prince is bathing”

“I am aware, you may go as well”

“My lady-“

“What is it Alfred?”

Jacaerys questioned from inside. (Y/n) did not allow herself to think over this, she stepped into the room and was met with Jacaerys sitting in a tub, his arms spread on the side and the water was so hot that steam came out of it.

She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she stood there, bucket in hand and her lips merely moved halfway up to show some type of an extremely awkward smile.

“Leave us”

Jacaerys simply said. (Y/n) found it quite interesting that when they talked to her they questioned her motives, but for Jacaerys it only took two words for them to literally disappear. As the door closed behind silence overtook them, (y/n) walked closer and leaned down very slightly so she could tilt the bucket over and let the water run without splashing.

“Thank you”

“The water might burn your skin off”

“It helps after sword practice, it is often that my legs ache”

“May I?”

She interrupted him whilst she showed him the sponge, insinuating if she was allowed to scrub him with it. Jacaerys nodded and (y/n) sat on her knees before she dunked the sponge in the soap and let it touch the prince's skin.

Jacaerys skin glistened under the candlelight, (y/n) was holding on to any decency she had to not drool over the prince, as the muscles on his chest seemed to be carved onto him the lady guessed what the rest of his body looked like, his arms also had the appearance like they were drawn to perfection, as the sponge was the only thing that kept her from gracing his skin she let her mind run off to the idea of what it would feel like when he would pull her close.

“Thank you, for defending me”

“You are to be my lady wife, I will always be there to defend you, my nephew had it coming, I should be the one thanking you for protecting my brother”

“As much as I do not wish to see Lucerys get hurt a part of my motive was that I have been praying for a time were I can put my hands on Aegon”

Jacaerys cackled at the little remark of hers, seeing her wash over his skin so gently and how her eyes sparkled was something he did not know he needed, as the lady rose and took a cup that was there she then let her hand touch the top of his forehead before she let the water run on his long hair.

“You are far more careful than the servants”

“I shall hope so, when the time comes I wish for us to not need them for such affairs”

“Is that your way of admitting you’ve been dreaming of seeing me in such a state?”

“No, no my prince, I would”

“You are quite the sight when you get flustered do you know that”

A devilish snicker escaped Jacaerys lips while (y/n) placed her hands on her hips in defense while she pouted, Jacaerys could watch her furrowed eyebrows with pursed lips all day, like a child that was denied cake.

“Ah my eye”

“That is what you get”

(Y/n) reported in triumph after she let the soapy water run over his eyes causing the sting that everyone hates, Jacaerys shook his head in defeat in the meantime he let his head hang back and relaxed his shoulders, as he recalled her childish demeanor he caught himself thinking about having a daughter, dark long hair and piercing eyes that would pout just like her mother, oh how whipped would he be for that little girl.

“If I’m being frank I always wondered what it would be like to run a brush over those locks”

“I like to braid my hair before I sleep, my mother used to say it helped with keeping it neat, she would always make one thick braid in the middle of my head”

“Seems simple enough, will you teach me?”

“Gladly”

Instinctively (y/n) bends down and lets a kiss in the middle of the princess's head. The second she did it her eyes went as wide as they could, her torso snapped straight back and her hand went up to her mouth to hide her gaping lips.

Jacaerys was also taken aback and had followed her on the small gasp of surprise but seeing her so shocked over such a simple matter made him giggle once again, her cheeks turning rosy as he continued to laugh, seeing her in such distress over such a small act was rather amusing.

(y/n) always strived to portray herself as strong and untouchable by anything, being able to view her acting so delicate and sweet made him feel special like he was being let in on this secret world of hers, it made Jacaerys wonder what else would he be able to discover as the years would progress.

“I apologize, I should go”

“No, what is the problem? It was only a kiss, I promise I won’t tell a soul, besides, I need help rinsing, dearest”

Jacaerys had held her by the hand to not let her walk away, as he finished his sentence it was his turn to show his affection by leaving a kiss on her knuckles, the lady bit her lip as she thought over what to do, alas the little voice in her head that pushed her to stay won and (y/n) walked back to her original spot to a prince that grinned from ear to ear.

Jacaerys enjoyed being pampered, as the firstborn son his duties knocked on his doorstep when he was far too young, he never complained though, he yearned to make his mother proud, but there was no harm in indulging in (y/n) 's soft touch.

“It might not be the right time though I was hoping we could discuss something”

“Anything you want”

“I know we have not declared when we shall be wed, however, I wanted to express my concern over a certain part of it”

“Do not worry about anything, no matter what it is it shall be yours”

“It is not a thing I desire, I am afraid it is more complicated”

“Then what is it?”

“I do not wish to have a bedding ceremony”

She blurted out, her movements came to a halt as Jacaerys closed eyes opened to meet hers, (y/n) had kneeled to his eye level so it was not hard for him to stare right out her, her expression showed a hint of fear and a pang of guilt struck him right in the middle of his chest.

“I should have known”

“A public one is what I do not want, my septa has informed me about my wifely duties so I will not resist the ceremony as a whole, I am more than willing to give you children it is just the fact that-“

“You mustn’t explain yourself, I had just completely forgotten about that part since I’ve thankfully never attended to one”

“I understand it is tradition, however, I thought since your mother is the queen and if she agrees we can overlook it”

“The ceremony won’t take place, at all if that makes you happy, I will not start our wedlock by letting everyone see us like that”

(Y/n)s frown quickly turned back to a beam of pleasure, her eyes shining with hope. (Y/n) dreaded the moment ever since she found out about it, to be naked in front of numerous people and let them see her lord husband- no, no, no just the idea made her shiver.

Jacaerys had been honest when he said that he had forgotten about it he could not have been more sincere, he had the arrogance of a man since a ceremony of that nature would not fall heavy on his shoulders as much as if he had been the lady, of course, it is not as nice as a walk on a warm day but being intimate with your lady wife was something sacred.

That time he reached for her hand again, their faces inches away from one another and all one could hear was their deep and shallow breaths along with a few drops of water as Jacaerys remained completely still, (y/n) saw his other hand that extended over to neatly tuck her hair behind her ear before his fingertips casually followed along the line of her chin, his touch was hot and damp though (y/n) felt it was perfect.

For the briefest of moments (y/n) dared to imagine what their future would be like, Jacaerys with grey hair and wrinkles around his eyes bouncing their grandchildren on his lap as they drank tea in the garden, one thing that she could not deny was that amid chaos and the burden of the crown, Jacaerys was her peace, the comfortable silence amongst mindless chatter.

“When I was younger I asked my mother when I have a wife, knowing my mother had lost her first husband, she told me that when I feel like my heart will come out of my throat and when I would be willing to get on my dragon to bring the stars to her”

“I do not-”

“I will bring you the moon if that is what you long for”

“I long for love, honor, and respect”

“Promise me you will never shy away from speaking your mind to me”

“Careful, my brother would advise you to take your words back”

“I quite enjoy your blabbering, your voice is like a song of angels”

Requests are open!

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skitterjitter · 3 months

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If Alastor were in a relationship with Lucifer when Charlie was a kid:

Royal Family of Hell: Lucifer, King of Hell; Lilith, Queen of Hell; Alastor, Prince Consort; Charlie, Princess of Hell

they all have specific areas that they take care of: Lucifer is more focused on the Hellborn population as well as Heaven and Hell relations, Lilith deals with Hell as a whole and Alastor usually manages the sinners

you really don’t want to piss off any of them, but Alastor is the quickest to use torture and killing to make his point

Some people would refer to Alastor as “Lucifer’s pet”. if Alastor hears that, your screams will be broadcast over the radio. If Lilith hears it, she’ll just laugh because she thinks it’s funny. Lucifer also thinks this is funny, and he will make his own jokes about it much to Lilith’s own amusement and Alastor’s chagrin

Lilith and Lucifer have the most overtly loving relationship, Lucifer and Alastor have an antagonistic but fond relationship, and Alastor and Lilith are closer to friends

Alastor maintains a relationship with Rosie that he had from before he became Prince Consort. he also continues to deal with Overlord business, which never makes its way to the palace

and as for Charlie:

she has a slight preference towards Alastor because he spends the most time with her and indulges her whims because he likes the entertainment

as a baby and even as a young child, Alastor was usually first to show up if she needed something because if he couldn't watch her himself, he kept watch over her via radios. even as she got older, he kept up the habit

Charlie refers to her parents as Mom, Dad (Lucifer) and Father (Alastor)

nobody is quite sure when or where Nifty became acquainted with Alastor, but she likes to terrorize the palace servants. she is really good about keeping the royal apartments clean, and is a good playmate for Charlie so neither Lucifer or Lilith mind

Husk will sometimes have to babysit Charlie. he’s his usual grumpy self, but she’s polite, kind, and treats him with respect, even if she has a tendency to ask a lot of questions

when Alastor needs time for himself, he’ll go visit Rosie in Cannibal Town. he’ll sometimes bring Charlie to visit Aunt Rosie, so the residents know her and she’s a bit more comfortable around them

Alastor used to take Charlie to Overlord meetings when she was little. the first time in particular was quite a sight: the terrifying Radio Demon, sitting with the baby Princess of Hell in his lap

as a baby, Charlie had a habit of biting people she didn't like. Vox tried to get in Alastor's good graces by babysitting her, but she took an immediate dislike to him. she terrorized him so badly he refuses to deal with her unless at least one of the other Vees is with him

#Hazbin Hotel #radioapple #LuciLith #Lucifer Morningstar #Alastor #Lilith #Charlie Morningstar #Hazbin Hotel au #inspired by the fact that I think RadioApple and kid Charlie is super cute #but FUCK do I hate it when they just replace Lilith with Alastor #if I cannot find qprs in media I will make them myself

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scoutswritingcorner · 3 months

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Hey lovely~ I got a angsty idea for you

How about a alastor fic? Where he loves reader and he goes to tell them but? Their dating Lucifer~ so? He sees them kissing and stuff

Whatever else you wanna add feel free too

Hello Love~ Here ya go~

Sweet As Apple Pie

Lucifer x GN!Reader x Alastor

(RadioApple x GN!Reader)

A/N: This is my first time writing a ship x reader fic so if it’s kinda weird I apologize.

TW:Jealousy, Alastor and Lucifer fighting, Alastor crying and even more crying at the end.

Finally finding the courage to tell you how he feels, Alastor quickly finds out how late he was..until you have a talk with him.

The walk back from Cannibal Town was quiet, giving Alastor the perfect opportunity to think about how he was going to exactly talk to you about his weird feelings about you. The feelings he would rather keep pushed down but Rosie had convinced him that he could talk to you and it wouldn’t kill him, even if it killed his pride a little bit. How could he think about that right now when something caught his eye from a shop across the road, something that you would love.

When Alastor got back to the hotel, something immediately felt off to him. Then he heard it, your laughter mixed with Lucifer’s laughter. That short stump of a man thinking he can take your heart from him? His pace quickened as he tried to figure out where you were located, his undead heart skipping a beat when he heard you laugh harder, the gift in his pocket feeling heavier and heavier by the second. Stopping near the kitchen door, he raised his hand about to knock on the door, his gaze softening as he glanced over your frame. The way the apron was tied around you and how you had flour all over your face, holding a knife in one hand and a peeled apple in the other. The soft smile was replaced with a strained grin when he saw how that small nuisance that everyone called a King, pulled you down into a gentle kiss wiping a cloth over your flour covered face. Why did his chest hurt?

A scowl graced his lips as Lucifer finally looked over at him. “Oh it’s you,” He called out, making Alastor glare at him, you looked over and smiled at him. “Al! What can I do for you?” you walked over but before you could touch him, he backed up and shook his head making up an excuse to leave quickly. He quickly disappeared to hide in his room. He sat down on one of his chairs and looked down as something wet was running down his face. He blamed it on the condensation of the bayou but deep deep down..he knew it wasn't the cause of the condensation.

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It was an hour after you had watched Alastor leave without explanation, you excused yourself from Lucifer (who pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes) but you promised to be back as soon as you could. You knew better than to follow after Alastor immediately especially since he looked so agitated. You hummed carrying a plate of his favorite snack that you had made for him in hopes it would lift his spirits even if a little bit. You loved Alastor but understood that romantic emotions for him were few or far inbetween. You respected him in every sense of the word and you hoped it shined through even if he was a bit of a drama queen. You just didn’t know how far he would go to protect you. He would destroy the Earth if he had the chance to see you smile at him once more.

Your feelings for Lucifer had just hit you out of nowhere one day, you were talking with Angel about it (cause the boy loves drama) and when you said it outloud it scared you. You had feelings for The King of Hell- the Big Boss man himself and when Angel saw the tears forming the laughter stopped immediately to comfort you. Who knew a year later that he’d be asking you out on dates and being an anxious gentleman. You loved both of them equally, but how could you bring it up to either one of them? They both hated each other and they didn’t dare hide it, so you did what you do best. You pushed down your feelings and tried to forget.

You took a deep breath and knocked on Alastor’s bedroom door, “Al? It’s me, can I come in?” You called out patiently waiting hoping he wasn’t in his tower doing a broadcast but before the thought to go check his tower crossed your mind, his door opened to reveal him to be asleep in his chair. His shadow happily letting you in, you smiled towards the shadow who curled around you before moving about his room. Walking towards him and hearing how the soft radio static changed to different stations as he slept made a soft smile pull at your lips.

You placed the treat on the table next to the chair and moved to carefully drape a blanket over him. A hand reached up and grabbed your arm making you yelp in surprise as Alastor chuckled his arm gently rubbing where he grabbed your arm. “Sorry to wake you, Al..I wanted to deliver your favorite snack..I hope I made it to your liking.” You whispered out watching as he slowly blinked the sleep from his crimson eyes. Your heart fluttered as you watched him for a moment before you looked away, you couldn’t think like that. He wasn’t interested in you like that.

“I bet it’s amazing as always, Dear. Now how did you get inside my room?” He hummed standing up and stretching causing you to fully realize he wasn’t wearing his jacket and his tail (oh god his tail looked super fluffy) was happily wagging. Your eyes snapped on his figure before chuckling, “You’re shadow let me in..are you okay? You seemed agitated earlier.” You asked fiddling with the hem of your shirt. He stayed silent for a moment as he put his coat back on before sitting back down and motioning for you to do the same, which you happily do sitting down on the couch in his room.

You both sat in silence for a few moments longer, nothing out of the ordinary between both of you, you glanced over a few times to see him happily eating the treat you had made. You smiled and looked away allowing him to take his time to collect his thoughts even if it took an hour for him to do so, you didn’t mind sitting in his company. After what you assumed was half an hour or maybe even ten minutes a loud knock erupted from the door causing Alastor to glare at the door.

“My Love?~ Are you still there?” Lucifer called out as you got up and looked over at Alastor who had also stood up, his ears flat against his head in annoyance. He opened the door and glared at Lucifer, “You are interrupting our time together.” He growled out causing Lucifer to scoff and roll his eyes, “I’m the one interrupting? I’m not the one who disappeared and made my dearest worry about you.” He growled back before his eyes landed on you, his gaze softening. “Darling there you are, the apple pie is done if you’d like to come down and try a slice?~” He purred out, gently grabbing your hands as soon as you got close.

You smiled and looked back at Alastor, “Would you like to join? I can make your favorite tea as we speak?” He nodded and reached over to brush your hair out of your eyes, “Of course, give me a moment and I’ll be right down.” He ignored how Lucifer gave him a dirty glare and pulled you closer to him. He turned back into his room to make sure he still had the gift hidden in his jacket pocket before grabbing the now empty plate from the table, he could tell you couldn’t he?

As you got back into the kitchen you smiled seeing how Lucifer had graciously pulled the apple pie out of the oven. “You didn’t want to take the first slice, Luci?” You gently squeezed his hand as red blush creeped up his cheeks. “Nope! I wanted to wait until you got the first slice.” He hummed watching as Alastor appeared from the shadows into the kitchen cleaning up the dishes with a flick of his wrist. You gave Lucifer’s hand a gentle squeeze before moving to start making Alastor’s favorite tea.

It was silent for a moment longer before Alastor cleared his throat ready to rip whatever he felt off of his chest. “I uh..I realized I have certain feelings and Rosie urged me to get them off my chest.” He said not looking over at you but he could feel Lucifer’s glare. “Oh? Who’s the lucky person to catch your eye, Al?” your voice was soft as he took a moment messing with his cane as he sent a look towards Lucifer, “I..It’s you, Dear.” He whispered out his ears flickering before he stood up seeing you drop a plate on the ground, hands shaking. Lucifer ran over to check for any cuts on your hands, constantly glancing at your face trying to decipher your emotions.

You were silent for the longest time as you felt guilty all those emotions had bubbled over into a flurried mess of tears and laughter. Not the point and laugh kids did to each other in school but more of the you felt like a moron. Oh, Alastor felt downright horrible seeing you cry like that, walking over and ignoring how Lucifer was basically cursing his bloodline he gently cupped your chin. Lifting your head so you could look at him, the laughter dying down to a loud sob as you kept apologizing over and over to them both. How you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole right now.

“I feel so bad-” you sobbed out causing Lucifer to gently wipe your tears away, “What’s wrong, Love?” he asked softly his heart hurting as he hated seeing you cry like this. “I’m in love with both of you but you both hate each other-” you exclaimed causing the both of them to cast a glance at each other. “Oh darling..” Alastor whispered out as Lucifer sighed, “Let’s talk about it okay? I’m not upset at you if that’s what you're thinking.” Leading you to a chair he helped you sit down. Gently holding your head close to his chest as apologies slipped through your lips allowing Alastor to give you some calming tea.

After a few moments of talking it out between both of them, they were able to come to a conclusion of sharing you. Alastor gently hummed a soft tune as he pulled out the gift from his pocket and gave it to you. Lucifer was most definitely going to try and one up him later but for right now? He was more focused on giving you kisses and cuddles to keep those tears away from your eyes, “Don’t you want to go eat some pie, Lucie? You were looking forward to eating some.” You whispered out blushing darkly as Alastor kissed your knuckles and Lucifer grumbled, “Hmm..No..You’re kisses are as sweeter than that apple pie~” he hummed out his chest puffing out hearing your laughter. “You’re both dorks.”

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losing my shit about the two times vimes gets slapped by a woman in the guards books (night watch and snuff; spoilers for both below). terry pratchett is completely goddamn brilliant.

both times, it's near enough to the beginning of the plot that vimes is partially convinced he doesn't know what's going on and is still information gathering (so, working a little on autopilot, although thoughts are starting to coalesce). the women he encounters show up after a watershed moment—major transformative plot points on both occasions—and both help him and help move the narrative along with the information they provide. and this is my favorite detail—he's tired both times, too, and just needs to think, because of the amount of new information he's processing.

from night watch:

"I think perhaps I lost my memory when I was attacked," he said. That sounded good, he thought. What he really needed now was somewhere quiet, to think.

"Really? Perhaps I'm the Queen of Hersheba," said Rosie [Palm]. "Just remember, kind sir. I'm not doing this because I'm interested in you, although I'd admit to a macabre fascination about how long you're going to survive. If it hadn't been a cold wet night I'd have left you in the road. I'm a working girl, and I don't need trouble. But you look like a man who can lay his hands on a few dollars, and there will be a bill."

"I'll leave the money on the dressing table," said Vimes.

The slap in the face knocked him against the wall. /end quote

and from snuff:

She [Felicity Beedle] turned to Vimes. "It would seem, commander, that providence has brought you here in time to solve the murder of the goblin girl, who was an excellent pupil. I came up here as soon as I heard, but the goblins are used to undeserved and casual death. I"ll walk with you to the entrance, and then I've got a class to teach."

Vimes tugged at Feeny to make him keep up as they followed Miss Beedle and her charge toward the surface and blessed fresh air. He wondered what had become of the corpse. What did they do with their dead? Bury them, eat them, throw them on the midden? Or was he just not thinking right, a thought which itself had been knocking at his brain for some time. Without thinking, he said, "What else do you teach them, Miss Beedle? To be better citizens?"

The slap caught him on the chin, probably because even in her anger Miss Beedle realized that he still had his steel helmet on. /end quote

vimes makes mistakes. he makes mistakes all the time, and he knows this, and pays attention to them. vimes spends a lot of time thinking about thinking (engaging in productive, internally motivated metacognition well within his zone of proximal development, my master's in teaching insists i say). he thinks about his thinking, and he thinks about other people's thinking through the lens of his own.

in both instances, vimes is coming to realizations about the true nature of things.

in night watch, this would initially seem to be more surface than deep: he's getting to physical grips with exactly when and where (and who) in the past he is; he's learning the ground, mapping, figuring things out—but vimes is also trying to settle himself back in to what he knows, and what society is in these different times, to see if that fits. plotwise, in vimes's present, the seamstresses have a guild, rights, safety, standards, rules, regulations, and even societal respect—although certainly not close to what they deserve, it's much more than what they had before vetinari made their guild a reality. but in the past, where vimes is now, the seamstresses don't have this level of security, and are subject to violence (although it is shown to be societal and legal violence [being arrested for working during their profession's peak, etc] rather than interpersonal or sexual violence [the agony aunts exist and, it is clearly stated, dispense the same justice that they do in the future, specifically to individual clients rather than to larger institutional structures]).

so, when vimes puts down rosie by making a disparaging joke about her profession—oh, you're actually not important to me or to men or to society at all; your labor is not to be respected; i got what i needed from you and will of course pay you, but in the most insulting way possible—he's not only communicating what society thinks, but a moral issue of the novel as well. night watch, after all, is about revolution: who gets to be in power, and who gets to control who gets to be in power? it's frankly revolutionary for pratchett, a mainstream english author, to treat sex workers and sex work as positively as he does (of course, his depictions are not without flaws). he makes it clear that, after all, shouldn't we view sex work as physical labor? isn't it true that anyone who is employed is engaging in physical labor? how is a seamstress really different from a "seamstress"? (it's the power dynamics and misogyny standard to western/european/american/christian society: women and sex must be controlled by the patriarchial majority, kept small and afraid and in chains.) pratchett legitimizes the seamstresses in vimes's present. in vetinari's ankh-morpork, the seamstresses have just as much power as the merchants, the armorers, the assassins—and vimes knows this, but he did grow up in the past he's in now.

in snuff, vimes's approaching anagnorisis is more obviously manifested. brilliantly, pratchett begins vimes's encounter with the goblins by talking about vimes's childhood teacher, mistress slightly, who "taught [him] how not to be afraid" and made him blackboard monitor, "the first time anyone had entrusted him with anything;" vimes thinks he'll put a bag of peppermints on her grave if he gets out of this alive. all positive, and in fact clearly transformative, praise from our hero. but vimes is in a goblin cave, and pratchett has brought up mistress slightly because vimes is remembering his first (educational, not physical) encounter with goblins. this paragraph is worth quoting in full:

"[Mistress Slightly] had one book in her tiny sitting room, and the first time she had given it to young Sam Vimes to read he had got as far as page seven when he froze. The page showed a goblin: the jolly goblin, according to the text. Was it laughing, was it scowling, was it hungry, was it about to bite your head off? Young Sam Vimes hadn't waited to find out and had spent the rest of the morning under a chair. These days he excused himself by remembering that most of the other kids felt the same way. When it came to the innocence of childhood, adults often got it wrong. In any case, she had sat him on her always slightly damp knee after class and made him really look at the goblin. It was made of lots of dots! Tiny dots, if you looked closely. The closer you looked at the goblin the more it wasn't there. Stare it down and it lost all its power to frighten. 'I hear that they are wretched, badly made mortals,' the dame had said sadly. 'Half-finished folk, or so I hear. It's only a blessing this one had something to be jolly about.'"

a near-perfect depiction, unfortunately, of the educational experience. encounter something that scares you and makes you uncomfortable, examine it with the help of a pedagogist, examine it on your own, take it apart so that you are not afraid anymore, and instead understand what it is and how it is made: that's the experience from the first word of the quote all the way until "Stare it down and lost all its power to frighten." and then, a heel-turn: your teacher shows that they completely misunderstood the lesson they were teaching—and that you, the child, understood both parts of the lesson perfectly: you absorbed the critical thinking skills and that this existing societal prejudice is, in fact, totally correct and should not be examined using the skills you just learned.

thus, pratchett has vimes, our hero, our moral center, spout the violent, ingrained, dehumanizing, incitement-to-genocide nonsense of the society in which he has been formed. vimes does this tiredly, without thinking, without making the connection between how things are and how they ought to be, missing the direct relationship of that required moral reevaluation to the case and situation at hand. and pratchett throws that directly back in vimes's face, physically. both times, pratchett says: even if you're tired, even if there's shit going down, even if your worldview is being turned upside down, even if you're in the dead middle of processing everything you've so recently learned, you cannot make the mistake of dehumanization/depersonalization. and you, of all people, have to know that, vimes. not one drop of alcohol passes your lips, not one minute after six goes by without you reading to your son, not one arrestee is subjected to even small or casual police brutality. and not one person—seamstress or goblin—is to be insulted and discriminated against and excluded from deserving to live. to do so, to make that mistake even once, is to face the immediate physical consequences of it from someone deeply and fundamentally in the know. you need the sense smacked into you.

from night watch:

"Consider that a sign of my complete lack of a sense of humor, will you?" said Rosie, shaking some life back into her hand.

"I'm... sorry," said Vimes. "I didn't mean to... I mean... look, thak you for everything. I mean it. But this is not being a good night."

"Yes, I can see that."

"It's worse than you think. Believe me."

"We all have our troubles. Believe me," said Rosie. /end quote.

from snuff:

It was a corker, nonetheless, and out of the corner of his stinging gaze he saw Feeny take a step back. At least the boy had some sense.

"You are the gods' own fool, Commander Vimes! No, I'm not teaching them to be fake humans, I'm teaching them how to be goblins, clever goblins! Do you know that they have only five names for colors? Even trolls have around sixty, and a lot more than that if they find a paint salesman! Does this mean goblins are stupid? No, they have a vast number of names for things that even poets haven't come up with, for things like the colors shift and change, the melting of one hue into another. They have single words for the most complicated of feelings; I know about two hundred of them, I think, and I'm sure there are a lot more! What you may think are grunts and growls and snarls are in fact carrying vast amounts of information! They're like an iceberg, commander: most of them is where you can't see or understand, and I'm teaching Tears of the Mushroom and some of her friends so that they may be able to speak to people like you, who think they are dumb. And do you know what, commander? There isn't much time! They're being slaughtered! It's not called that, of course, but slaughter is how it ends, because they're just dumb nuisances, you see. Why don't you ask Mr. Upshot what happened to the rest of the goblins three years ago, Commander Vimes?"

And with that, Miss Beedle turned on her heel and disappeared down into the darkness of the cave with Tears of the Mushroom bobbing along behind her, leaving Vimes to walk the last few yards out into the glorious light. /end quote.

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kyokutsu-sama · 3 months

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My Future Queen

A/n: Nothing to say other than I'm obsessed with this man🛐🛐 Julius Daddy Novachrono, I love you so much❤️👑

Tw: Nsfw under the line

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You entered the bedroom and let out a long, tired sigh. Today had been a tiring and busy day for royalty, a ball was taking place in the palace's great hall. Probably by now some of the nobility guests should be saying goodbye since some had already drunk too much and others were also tired just like you.

Julius must still be down there with a bunch of people around him. He was always the main star and the life of the party, something that the king of Clover would never be even with a crown on his head. Even for you, Julius was the true king.

You took off your shoes and arranged them at the entrance, then you walked to the table next to the bed and placed your accessories there. You ran your fingers over the diamond necklace that Julius offered you to go to the ball, it sparkled so much that you felt sorry for taking it off so you kept it on. You approached the window and saw the capital through the glass. It looked beautiful both night and day.

The door opened and you looked back to find your king walking in with a smile on his face and rosy cheeks. Probably due to alcohol, he was an excellent drinker and would last longer than anyone else.

"Good night my beautiful queen" He said walking towards you and hugged you from behind. "You left the ball early. Are you okay?" His voice next to your neck gave you goosebumps. You were right, there was a certain smell of alcohol coming from him when he spoke to you.

"Yes, I was just a little tired, that's all" You said looking to the side to see his face

"I was worried, I was already thinking that something had happened or that someone made you uncomfortable"

"No, nothing like that. Apart from the fact that some were a little nasty to me" You commented, remembering the scene in which Julius had to intervene after seeing another idiot trying to hit on you. As soon as the man found out that you would be the Wizard king's future wife, he was speechless and left after almost kneeling down and apologizing a million times. You couldn't contain a smile after seeing and remembering the scene once again.

"Are you referring to that man? Don't worry, he knows who you belong to now" Julius brushed the tip of his nose against the skin of your neck before kissing you, his arms tightened around you and pulled you against him

You closed your eyes and enjoyed a little of that pleasurable feeling he was giving you, you were on your way to witnessing a man who was a little different. Julius was a very respectful and affectionate man with you, he always treated you like the queen that you are but when exposed to situations like that he would go crazy and could get a little more harsh and if you still teased him with that, it would be the last straw.

"I never thought that being your future wife would make me a desired woman" You teased, smiling and he turned you to him and looked into your eyes

"It's a shame that none of them can have you because you belong to me, dear" He said before kissing you

His hand remained firm on your waist and the other on your face, his lips seemed soft initially but his gaze was lascivious and so it didn't take long for things to heat up and the kiss became more needy. His hands hurried to remove the white lace dress you had worn for the occasion, the same one he looked at and wondered what it would look like on the bedroom floor.

You then took your hands to your king's cloak and took it off his shoulders, he picked you up and took you to the bed and laying you on the soft sheets. He knelt on the mattress in front of you, looking at you and delighting in you lying in front of him, his hands running over your body before he leaned forward and kissed your neck and marked your skin. He removed your bra and kissed your breasts slowly, your fingers passed through his short blonde strands and your lips opened to sigh heavily, the excitement between your legs was only increasing the more he touched you. Julius moved away and opened your legs, licking his lips at the sight of the wet fabric. His eyes met yours and you felt a certain heat cover your face, he loved how cute you looked blushing like that and kissed you.

"You look so perfect now" He whispered against your lips."The necklace suits you beautifully"He said, appreciating the shine of the precious crystals

His fingers caressed you through the fabric and you shivered, he ran two fingers over your wet slit before removing your last piece of clothing and exposing you to him.

He positioned himself between your thighs and lowered himself to taste what he had been craving all night. Your back formed an arch and your legs weakened, his tongue opened your slippery folds and gave you goosebumps, your king was hungry.

"Julius..." You moaned his name, feeling a wave of pleasure running through your body

The fingers of his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs, his mouth turned his attention to your sensitive bud. You rolled your eyes, hands gripping his hair as you held him closer. You knew he would take out that slight jealousy towards the other idiot just because he messed with you. He was a peaceful man, but don't touch what belonged to him. He didn't express what he felt but those purple irises didn't hide anything from you.

It didn't take you long for you to came on his mouth, which ran down your slit and drank it. The man stood up, licking the corner of his lips and taking off his clothes, you just enjoyed the show, panting and with a slight smile on your face.

"Your smile makes me think you were thinking about this before, don't you?" He asked, running his fingers up your thighs as he looked at you.

"Would it be wrong for a queen to want some attention from her king?"

"No, you could have said it sooner, you know. I like spontaneity" He smiled

"And would you fuck me in the middle of the dance if I asked you, your majesty ?" You sat on the mattress and got closer to his face, only to see a the serious and thoughtful expression on his face, probably imagining the scene, changing to the smile again

"If you insisted..." He suggested and you giggled. "Who would I be to deny something to my future wife and queen?" He closed the distance between you both with a deep kiss as he laid you back on the mattress

One of his hands slid down your body and grabbed your thigh, you moaned against his lips when he took his dick and passed it through your folds, teasing your throbbing entrance.

"Do you want this?" He asked with his forehead against yours and you nodded.

He then kissed your forehead and entered you, your hands ran down his back leaving future red marks. His body started moving against yours, your legs hugged his body closer and his eyes on yours made you feel a little tense from the intensity.

The pace increased and he moved away a little, placing both of your legs on his shoulder, holding them with one arm and resting one hand on the wall behind the bed. The position allowed him to go deeper while he saw you squirming and your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. The moans were heard even outside the bedroom, Marx would probably be shocked if he could hear it.

Poor baby, too innocent to imagine Julius in a situation like that.

"If that man could only see you now..." The wizard king said, breathing heavily. You felt the blush on your cheeks again at those words. "You will be my queen and everyone will know"

You whimpered beneath him, feeling him go faster and faster as he spoke, it was pushing you to the limit.

You could no longer think straight, much less feel your body, he was giving it his all and you knew you would be sore later. Your half-open eyes caught sight of the man in front of you and you could tell he was close.

"Will you be my good queen and take everything inside you?" He said, thrusting deeper and you writhed with pleasure

"Yeah...yeah, please, I'll take it all" Tears of pleasure prickling the corners of your eyes as he reveled in the sight

You fell apart at that moment, unable to hold it in any longer, he then filled you until you were taking everything and couldn't let it leak. His arm let go of your legs and he bent down kissing your lips, now it didn't seem as rough as at first, it was somehow softer but the desire was still there on his tongue. You moved away from the kiss for a moment to catch your breath since you're both panting now.

He took one of your hands that was holding his face and kissed it gently as his eyes met yours once again.

"You're beautiful, my queen" He whispered and then commenting on your rosy cheeks. "Why are you blushing again?" He joked

"I'm not blushing" You looked away but he turned your face towards him again and kissed your lips once again

"Don't hide your face, I love seeing you like this"He declared with a chuckle, laying down next to you and pulling you to lay on top of him. "We're going to get married soon and have another ball, but I'll make sure this time I hold your hand everywhere and I'll protect you from everything" He promised, kissing the top of your head

You looked into his eyes and saw his confidence in keeping his word. You would undoubtedly be in good hands if you married him.

#black clover fandom #black clover anime #black clover #black clover x reader #julius novachrono #Julius Novachrono x reader #Okay he and Yami are my curretly fav dilfs so I'll post a lot for them here #There's something abt royal things that attracts me #smut writing #fluff/confort #Royal marriage

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velvet4510 · 8 months

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Rosie Cotton does not get enough praise. This gal was truly a queen among hobbits. There’s a darn good reason Tolkien himself dubbed her “absolutely essential,” because she is.

(Samfro shippers especially need to appreciate her rather than erase her.)

The love of her life abruptly left the Shire and was gone for a whole year, when she was expecting them to get married. Think of how painful that must’ve been for her. Then she had such a strong intuition that she somehow sensed the Ring’s destruction and knew he was going to come back. Nobody else had this feeling but her. There’s definitely something special about Rosie Cotton, if she was able to sense this out of nowhere.

But then, when Sam finally did return safe and sound, he was head over heels for his master and planning to move in with him.

How did Rosie react? She accepted that being with Sam meant including Frodo, that there wouldn’t really be just the two of them like a typical marriage. And she basically said to Sam, “Let’s get married anyway and live with him.” Her love for Sam never went away, and not even his feelings for Frodo could make her want to marry anyone else. She knew what she wanted and wouldn’t settle for anything less. She took Sam exactly as he was, Frodo and all.

Not only that, Rosie literally allowed Frodo to name her firstborn child. Not her husband, not herself, but Frodo. She settled on the name that Frodo chose for her own daughter: Elanor. Talk about generosity; that alone really shows just how closely she let Frodo into the family.

And it was Rosie’s presence that gave Sam strength and a will to live when he needed it most. If it hadn’t been for her, Sam would’ve been left all alone and heartbroken with nothing, because Frodo would’ve either left on the ship or withered away and died in just a few years, maybe even months. Even if Sam had left on the ship with Frodo, he would’ve yet again given up his life and dreams for Frodo and lost his chance at cultivating his beloved Shire and having a family. Frodo would’ve just felt guilty and it would’ve likely tainted their relationship. It was Rosie who gave Sam something to live for in the Shire, and gave Frodo the peace of mind that he’d be leaving Sam in good hands. And she accomplished all this just by offering Sam the unconditional love, care, and support that he needed, and by respecting and loving Frodo when very few Shirefolk did. This is why Samfro shippers should never erase Rosie or blame her for the separation; Frodo was forced to leave Sam, either way, and Rosie was the miracle that they needed in order to survive the separation.

And then Rosie proceeded to (somehow) birth and raise a total of 13 children(!!), while also rising from simple farm girl to the Mistress of Bag End, the grandest estate in all of Hobbiton, and the Mayor’s wife, essentially leading the entire community of the Shire alongside Sam. She got a total of 62 years with the love of her life - who she once thought she’d lost forever - and lived to be 98.

Regardless of who you ship, respect Rosie Cotton. She deserves it.

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The gift. 1/2

Today was Daisy’s coming of age ceremony. The most important day of her life. This was the moment she would have to pick her future husband to rule alongside her. As queen and king. Of course, every potential suitor had to bring a gift of great value, some would say only the most priceless gifts were good enough for her hand, she was a favorite among many, including the people.

Daisy, on the other hand, wasn't the biggest fan of all this attention. Not only were the gifts often something of over-extraordinary value, some even going so far as to give away one or more of their countries most priceless relics, which put a tremendous amount of pressure on her shoulders. But the princes, princesses, and noble were rather stuck up.

The ceremony came to an abrupt halt when the gates swung wide open. Large fortified towers came in with chains pulling something with them. The very sight of this being caused a mass panic amongst the crowd and had many fleeing the scene. Including the same nobles who claimed that they never would back down a fight and would stand by Daisy's.

Daisy found herself frozen in place, unable to get her legs to move she felt the warm sun get eclipsed by a looming shadow. She felt an unpleasant chill despite it being the middle of summer. She looked up to where her eyes met another's. A giant.

Who would bring something so dangerous here? Who in their right minds would bring such a threat to the kingdom? Was this a threat? A sign of war?

Eventually, a squire approached, taking a deep bow. "Your majesty, may I have a word with you?" They spoke with upmost respect. But they had a shiver in their voice.

"You... may." she answered carefully, unable to break eye contact with the giant. "You have some explaining to do, actually... what is this?" She spoke in almost a whisper once the squire got close enough.

"My apologies, your majesty, there's no ill will here. This is a proposal to you, or rather, it was... you see, our lord wanted to go above and beyond. He wanted to prove his might and devotion to you..." they whisper in return.

"Was..? What happened to your lord? Where is he?" Daisy began to feel sweat run down her skin, the squires' uneasy posture and shaky voice, along with the absence of his lord, was very unsettling.

"Deceased your majesty... his dying wish was to have the gift delivered to you." The squire briefly looked up at the giant before focusing on the princess. Her rosy cheeks had turned pale along with the rest of her face. She looked like she could pass out at any moment.

"I see... thank you." she turned to her guards. "Take him to our dungeon. And have the ceremony end." And just like that. It did. Daisy was beyond consoling. All this pressure and planning had been cut short, a lot of effort had gone into this big day, and all her maids and servants had worked tirelessly to make everything as grand as possible. That wasn't even considering all her guests who came all this way to see her and intended to stay for several days. Unfortunately, Daisy just couldn't bring herself the ceremony with such a big issue underneath her feet.

She made her way down to the darkest dungeons, where they'd usually have all kinds of unforgivable criminals and monsters, that's the only place this new gift of hers would both fit and cause the least amount of problems.

She still had a hard time believing that this thing was right under her castle. And yet here it sat before her, she remembered it's eyes, those tired eyes... there was no doubt that had seen some unspeakable acts of man and more. The fighting arena was a place for those who had no care for blood on their money, the princess had mistakenly once accepted an invite to the holiday place. It'd the very reason why they were banned from her small kingdom despite the huge amounts of money it received.

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hype-blue-fixation · 1 month

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SFW Ler/Lee Rosie Tickle Headcannons

(Some of these might be a little intense, you have been warned)

LER

She is 100% ler and loves being the one to "take care" of everyone else.

She is wild and creative with pet names and isn't afraid to say silly ones.

Feels more confident as a playful ler and wants her lee to feel like a giddy little child.

Only likes being more sadistic/teasy to lees that she knows extremely well (aka Alastor).

Loves having tickle conversations and using any revealed information against the victims.

Her favorite tools are nails (she purposely has her nails done nicely) teeth, feathers, tongue, and markers.

Loves to "tenderize" her lee with hard tickles.

Loves drawing dissection lines on her lee and play threatening that she's going to make snacks out of them.

Enjoys putting sweet foods and sauces on her lee and licking it off, especially honey and marinara.

Goes insane for tickle chases and embodying the tickle monster. Seeing her lees racked with fear and anticipation makes her thrive.

Is an aftercare queen. The worse the torture, the sweeter the care.

Respects boundaries, but isn't afraid to push the limits of her lees. She wants to indulge them in all their dark little fantasies until they safe word out of it.

Enjoys figuring out the weaknesses of her lees and exploiting them.

LEE

Does not react.

She enjoys the sensation of tickles but it's difficult to make her move or laugh.

Her worst spots are her palms, neck, and feet.

Compliments and encourages her ler.

Likes to fluster her ler and is very patient with them when they're upset or struggling.

Has a preference for soft tickles.

Is willing to try anything her ler wants, and will guide their hands or give them instructions on what to do.

#sfw tickle community #tickle headcannons #hazbin hotel tickles #ler!Rosie #lee!Rosie #my headcannons

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ieatcocoa · 2 months

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A Lasting Impression ♡

Characters: Lucifer/OC/Lilith

Switching POVS

Word count: 3.2k

Important: 18+ minors do not interact. fem dom! Lilith, sub top! Lucifer, fem!reader, threesome, fingering, open relationship, penetrative sex, teasing, oral sex, character uses she/they pronouns.

I made this for a close friend of mine, his OC’s name is Ciel, and she is an overlord in the underworld.

Literally, my first time writing smut…so…

Boarder credits to plutism !

The eternal crimson light radiates above Pentagram City. It illuminates among crumbling sidewalks whose jagged edges are nearly as sharp as a local thief's blade, leaving behind twisted shadows that linger longer than the pungent odor of regret and sex. Dried blood sticks to any available surface, acting as the only reminder of a being's existence after being viciously gored. The light is a terrifying symbol of one's vulnerability to death, where a person's entire being is stripped down to its core and made visible to their true self.

Most hide away as best they can to maintain their sense of seclusion. Stability.

It would be a lie to suggest Ceil is not among them. She has always found solace in the darkness. That is only natural, as it was the first thing she saw when she entered hell. Many assume that when you meet your demise, you are rudely dropped into a flaming inferno and forced to live out the rest of your days as a helpless slave to the man himself. However, after Ciel's final breath and the way the cold air felt against their blue lips, everything became numb. She seemed caught between time and space, followed by an endless nothingness. They imagine it was their punishment to be alone, with only encounters from the depths of her memory bank. But then there came a light, similar to the one she bears witness to before her…

Nestled in the heart of the city's junction, the enormous white and gold estate is a beacon of splendor and charm. Its pristine facade, adorned with intricate golden accents, shimmers under the gentle caress of moonlight, casting a mesmerizing glow that enchants all who behold it. It's almost absurd that something so heavenly is here. As expected, its inhabitants are the embodiment of grace and delicacy.

Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.

Every sinner knows them, regardless of how recently they have 'dropped.'

Respect is difficult, yet even the meanest brutes can bite their tongues when graced by royalty. Ceil longs for that kind of authority. Talk of the town is like a never-ending telephone game, misconstrued or added on for flare. When others became aware of her presence, there was an unprecedented wave of rumors, specifically in the Pride ring.

That may be why they were invited during their daily tea hour with Rosie. The beautifully sealed envelope exudes an aura of grandeur. Its seal, meticulously stamped with the emblem of the hosting organization, adds an air of exclusivity and importance to the contents within. As they run their fingers along its smooth surface, they can almost feel the excitement radiating from within, promising an evening of elegance.

The king and queen had invited her to their home.

To their party.

To them.

Ciel knew she couldn't pass up this opportunity, which is how she ended up here. Within the walls of the magnificent mansion, the gala unfolds like a scene from a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow over the exquisitely decorated ballroom. Elaborate floral arrangements adorn every corner, their vibrant hues adding to the lavish surroundings.

Guests, fitted in their finest attire, mingle amidst the grandeur, their laughter and conversation filling the air. Servants move gracefully among the crowd, offering trays of decadent hors d'oeuvres and glasses of fine champagne.

At the center of the room, a raised dais hosts a band of talented musicians, their melodies weaving through the crowd with allure. The music swells and dances, carrying with it an irresistible energy that beckons guests to the dance floor.

That’s when she saw them.

The royal pair attracts attention with their elegance and poise. The handsome man with the tousled blonde hair was the first to catch their eye. Despite his stature, his presence fills the room with undeniable charisma. His rosy cheeks hint at his jovial nature, while his piercing eyes sparkle with intelligence.

Beside him is his counterpart, a tall and remarkably gorgeous woman with olive-toned skin that sparkles in the mellow candlelight. Sculpted with refinement, cascading waves of dark hair frame her delicate features.

Together, they epitomize the perfect balance of strength and grace, their union symbolizing harmony and unity within the royal court. As they engage in conversation, their easy rapport and shared laughter illuminate the room, captivating all who have the privilege of beholding them.

Ciel is held hostage by the image of such a delicacy. If she had not been able to feel the gazes of other bystanders, she would have drooled like a starving animal or a dunce.

Amidst the crowd, Lucifer notices the young woman seated alone at a table, her presence a calling to him. He approaches with a stride and a knowing smile on his lips.

As he reaches her table, he offers a drink with a courteous nod. She meets his eyes with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, her demeanor guarded yet intrigued by his attention.

“Hello there, a drink?” The champagne in his hand sparkles tauntingly as Ciel takes hold, giving it a small taste. “Why thank you.”

Lucifer takes a seat beside them, manuring ever so gracefully that his pristine tailcoat tucks perfectly underneath him. “Are you that new face I’ve heard so much about? I must say, you are much less intimidating in person.” The mild jazz playing in the background does not drown out his voice.

"Mm, it seems I am; my name is Ciel. Take passing conversations with a grain of salt, as they are often misconstrued.”

“I see.”

“And what about yourself? You’re not at all what the book makes you out to be.” Ciel looked at him carefully, a gentle smile gracing their lips. Lucifer’s bushed brows shot up in amusement. “I understand an introduction is not needed! How grand! Are you pleasantly surprised I’m not some horrid beast?”

“Would it be wrong of me to say yes?” She teased.

Funny. He likes that.

As the night wears on and the champagne flows freely, they are drawn together by shared laughter and lighthearted banter. Their eyes sparkle with mischief as they exchange playful quips and witty remarks, the intoxicating effects of the bubbly heightening their sense of camaraderie.

With each passing moment, their inhibitions fade, replaced by a growing sense of desire. Their laughter becomes more animated, and their touches linger a fraction longer, igniting a subtle yet undeniable spark between them.

However, amidst their playful flirtation, a shadow of guilt tugs at the overlord's conscience. She steals furtive glances towards his wife, who converses amiably with an acquaintance just a few feet away. Summoning her wit, she offers a sly remark, "Your Majesty, your charm is as dangerous as it is delightful. I fear I may be getting swept away in a current where I shouldn't be swimming."

The king's demeanor momentarily gives way to a thoughtful silence, his expression becoming unreadable as he weighs the words. For a fleeting moment, the air between them crackles with tension, as if suspended in anticipation of his response.

Then, with a subtle shift in his countenance, his features softened, and his eyes were alight with a glimmer of delight. With measured grace, he leans in slightly. "Ah, my dear, perhaps it is the allure of the forbidden that makes life's dance all the more thrilling."

Hm…

“A beauty she is.” Ciel sighs as their eyes drift across the captivating woman again, no longer masking her words with subtlety.

“Lilith? Indeed.” He responded.

“How would she feel about her husband chatting up a stranger?”

“Is this not a social event? Conversation is the pinnacle, sweetheart.”

“Conversation maybe. Flirting is not.” Ciel quips back.

“Ah ha! I see now. Is that what is bothering you? Lilith is not ignorant of my proclivities; in fact, she welcomes them with open arms!” He expresses himself gleefully, animating with his arms outstretched.

“It still feels wrong to be this friendly behind her back.” The once sweet fizz of the drink now burned unpleasantly at Ciel's throat. There is a beat of silence.

“Would you like for us to all get better acquainted?”

How could they deny an offer as sweet as that?

The ascent up the grand staircase is a haze. The soft glow of candlelight flickers against the walls, casting intricate shadows that sway with every movement. As they reach the top of the stairs, the air becomes thick with suspension.

Is this the appropriate thing to do?

Scents of jasmine linger in the air, mingling with the heady aroma of musky cologne, creating an intoxicating allure that pulls Ciel forward, ceasing any previous doubts.

Guided by the faint sound of murmured voices, she stands before the elaborate doors of the king and queen's private bedroom. The wood is warm beneath her fingertips as she pushes them open, revealing a sanctuary of luxury beyond.

The inside of the room is bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a halo around Lucifer and Lilith as they recline upon the plush bed. The queen's eyes are alight with a playful spark, and her voice is a melodic whisper as she welcomes them into their intimate domain. With a graceful gesture, she invites her to join them, her words laced with a subtle invitation that ignites a flicker of desire within Ciel's chest.

“No need to be shy, lovely. Your presence is much appreciated.”

Time feels as though it were moving through a thick puddle of molasses. Lingering touches dance along Ciel's skin; the feeling is so overwhelming that a soft whine escapes her lips. It was not her intention to come and seduce the most prominent individuals in the underworld, but she was pleased with the outcome. Little did she know, the feeling was mutual. Lucifer watches from a distance, his eyes ablaze with tension, his demeanor poised yet brimming with desire.

He knew it was not his turn.

He knows to wait patiently.

His gaze never wavers as he observes the exchange between Ciel and his goddess, a silent witness to the unfolding tableau of intimacy. With a tender smile, Lilith reaches out, her fingers grazing Ciel's cheek in a gesture of affection. In that brief touch, a current of electricity courses through, heightening the intensity of the moment. “I've heard so much about you; please forgive me. I just needed to see you for myself.” “You’re much prettier in person.” And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lilith leans forward, her lips meeting theirs in a gentle yet impassioned kiss.

In that stolen moment of intimacy, the world outside fades away, leaving only the desperation of her and Lucifer, who watches with bated breath, his need now mirrored in the depths of his eyes. He can feel the distinctive strain against his pants.

All three let out short huffs as they hastily dropped their garments. It was too hot, too sticky. Ciel sought comfort in the cold air wafting throughout the chamber, being able to feel herself slip away in the confinements of pleasure. The only thing that drew her back was the distinct ticking of the grandfather clock.

“How do you feel?” Lilith is imbued with a sultry allure, carrying like a whispered caress throughout the air.

The duvet that was once neatly tucked into the soft mattress below was now thrown aside by the movement of bare bodies. Lilith has them right where she wants them. Their legs spread prettily enough for her to see the glimmer of the slick coat along her fingers. Ciel's cunt flutters greedily as the skillful fingers push inside once more. A mewl escapes her lips as she tries to form coherent thoughts. It was all too much. The tips of her fingers press snuggly against the sensitive tissue, making her chase for more.

It’s to no avail.

Each time she experiences that wonderful feeling, it is abruptly taken away, leaving her bewildered and dazed.

“Confined.” Ciel manages to sputter out after the loss of Lilith's touch. “I understand that, darling. What do you seek?” Lilith asks as she presses against her soft and sticky walls once again. She hisses, annoyed by the teasing. With a sharp retort poised on their lips, they muster the courage to respond with a sly remark, hoping to regain control of the conversation. “Release.”

But as the words leave their mouth, a wave of instant regret washes over, like a cold shower extinguishing the fire of their defiance. They realize too late the weight of their words and the potential consequences of their impulsive retort. Lilith's mouth curls into a grin as she makes a disapproving sound with her tongue.

No.

“Greedy thing.”

Please!

Ciel finds themselves consumed by an insatiable desire for her touch once more. Every fiber of their being yearns for the electrifying sensation of her fingers against their skin, aching for the pleasure it brings. Her voice trembles with intensity as they plead, their words an impassioned request for her return. Lilith coos gently, wiping away the salty tears that collected at their lash line. A forgiving queen she is. “Shh shh… I’ll ask you again.“

A murmur echoes within the room, laced with an ethereal appeal that holds them transfixed. "What do you seek?" With trembling breath, they confess their deepest longing, their voice barely a whisper, “Power.”

“Good girl.”

The stretch of Lucifer’s cock lacked the familiar, painful ache Ciel was accustomed to. He glides inside smoothly and bottoms out fully. Lilith’s preparation had made it easy; a puddle of arousal coats the underside of their body. Never in his life would he compare the beauty of another to his love, but this one? This one was making it increasingly difficult. Her walls had him entrapped, earning a low groan from him. So soft, even the jagged stitches that etched across her body felt gentle. His pulse flutters as he drags an earnest finger over the raised skin. He could not explain the growing impulse that rose within him, as he frequently acted on it. Lucifer presses a long kiss on the scar at the junction of her navel. “You’re doing so well, taking me so well.” He softly murmurs while pressing his finger against her sensitive nub, causing Ciel to cry out. His pace quickens and the sound of skins hitting against one another grows in passion-filled intensity.

Ciel's muffled squeak was met with the sweet taste of Lilith, a mixture of nectar and lust. The mound, so snuggly pressed against her lips, flutters with need. “Sweetheart—!” Lilith whimpers.

What a beautiful voice.

Ciel had no time to enjoy the sweet sound as Lucifer's rhythmic hip movements clouded her mind. She could hear the distinctive sound of lips meeting one another in a feverish haze. So passionate. They feel a sense of awe and reverence wash over them as if witnessing a sacred union that transcends mortal understanding.

“I love you.”

It was not said to her, though the effects were all the same. Ciel wailed loudly as their hips stuttered, their orgasm rushing over them so hard it left a dull pulse within. He groans in response to the connection between the inseparable duo becoming tighter. He presses his hands against her thighs, massaging the sweat-coated fat in between.

“You’re okay, lovely. I got you.”

The smooth exchange between the two leads Lilith to rush after her release; she can feel the coil inside snap. Coming down from her high duey sweat beads at her forehead, she was satisfied.

Ciel yearns for the snug embrace of Lucifer, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. It took a moment for her to gasp for breath before her eyes trailed downward. He hadn’t cum.

She could cry.

Lilith, ever so perceptive, notices their discomfort and moves to reassure them. She offers a warm and understanding smile as she softly touches their cheek. "How precious. Do not be troubled, my dear." She says softly, her voice a soothing melody amid their turmoil. Drawing them up into a tender embrace, the queen whispers words of reassurance, her voice a balm to their wounded pride. With her gentle guidance, Ciel begins to feel the weight of embarrassment lift from their shoulders. “This is not your doing. Luci requires a little extra attention.” She gently pulls Ciel aside, then lays her husband down.

He had waited patiently, so who was she to deny his release?

Ciel peeks in marvel as she kisses him up his jaw, her fingers gripping his cock securely and slowly pumping it while cooing.

“My dove?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you feel me?” With that, her free hand glides three fingers into his inviting hole, delicately pumping in and out. She receives no response; instead, Lucifer lets out a pitched whine, and he puffs out a strangled breath. To see someone as significant as him come undone so effortlessly made the familiar warmth of yearning pool in Ciel's gut.

“Are you paying attention?”

In their oblivious state, she fails to register the question, their mind preoccupied with the grandeur of the moment. Her laughter fills the air, quickening their heart with realization. A rush of warmth floods their cheeks as they finally comprehend the implications of the words. With an impish glint in their eye, Ciel teasingly inches closer to her, their movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

How ironic.

Hearts race with excitement at the audacity of their actions. “Whatever for, your majesty?” With a charming smile, the queen leans closer, almost meeting lips for another kiss. How she wishes she could taste her once more, the flavor forever grained into her mind. This was no mistake. She is thankful for the rumors, the yearly gala, and the chance to savor such a delight.

The air surrounding them thickens as Lucifer moans once more before cumming, and the sticky remnants drip from her fingers as she brings them up to Ciel's mouth. They do not hesitate to suck, and the taste is as sweet as hers. Heavenly.

“Why for our next rendezvous, of course.”

Author's Note: thank you so much for reading ! If anyone is here for an update on my Alastor fic I'll be working on it soon enough! Let me know if anyone wants a variant version where it's x gn reader. much love! p.s my ask box is open pls come talk with me.

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k-looking-glass-house · 11 months

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K concept~ The Queen of Queendom of Rose: Rose Rouge II

Huuh I wasn't expecting so soon a Queendom of roses event.....*also seeing Malleus's mommyy..gaww Mallenoa...Mallenoire.....huuuh)

Anyway I though it was a good time to share my own vision of the Queen!

-Information-

Full Name - Rose Rouge II

Nicknames - Rosie

Age - 68

Home Country - Queendom of Roses

Hair Colour - Red

Eye Colour - Red

Height - 168 cm

Relationship Status - Married- 8 children

Personality - Absurd, kind and strict

Unique magic - Unknown

“Oh oh oh oh, it's tea time! Ladies, gentlemen put your teacup!!”

-Trivia-

Dominate Hand - Right

Favourite Food - Tea Party

Least Favourite Food - Snails

Likes - Her queendom, her subject, rabbit, and magic being with fairies

Dislikes - Rude people, racism against magical being

Hobbies - Tea parties, beautiful set invitation handmading and gardening

Talents - Croquet

”I will not tolerate such behavior against magic related, next time it will be OFF WITH YOUR HEAD”

Her personality is bubbly, absurd, crazy but she is one of the kindest person you could met.

The Rouge legacy has a deep connection with Briar Valley, they still protect and deeply respect magical being.

The Queen knows the name of every subjects in her Queendom. Making people calling her "Big Head" outside of the country. Her country is also feared for all absurdity you could find there.

She hides a tea set in her dress, ready to claim tea time whenever she wants.

The fairy Gala takes place every year in her town, but once it happened at NRC... Rose cried for about a month and kept calling Crowley to sue him!! Asking him "What's the difference between a crow and a desk?" before hunging up.

She uses affectionate pronoun like darling to everyone.

She doesn't let peoples finish their sentences and is too engrossed in her own fantasy.

She considered herself a closed aquaintance to Queen Maleficia, she also visits Briar valley quiet often (for a human) but Maleficia always kept her staying short and send her back with a boat full of roses.

She wants peace beetween inter species. And defy magical authority (Magic ministry) to let magic runs free along everyone here, she is also the first queen to have adknowledged the right to "alchemy being born baby" under supervisions and strict rules.

Her fashion designer is the Devil's house, with Cruella De Vil and her nephew Divus Crewel.

She's twisted from The Queen of Heart and the King of Heart.

She's a mage but doesn't use magical stone, her use of magic is based on former magic regulation lost during "the lost century".

She has 8 childrens, 4 pairs of twins.

She loves her husband but sometimes forgets him or doesn't see him right next to her.

Rose Rouge concept done by me

#twisted wonderland #k imeart #the queen of the queendom of rose #Rose Rouge II #trust me she sued crowley every hours for a month...

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hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog · 4 months

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More Rosie content!

Every overlord respects this gal. Doesn’t matter if she’s the only hellborn in the group, she’s a legend, she’s an icon, and she is the moment. Valentino tried messing with her once and let’s just say that there is only two women he fears.

Also Nifty and Rosie have tea parties you can’t change my mind

Niffty, Rosie, and Velvette are all gossip queens and collectively know everything that goes on in Pentagram City. Supposedly Rosie is only a 2-4 on the danger scale out of 10 but it doesn't matter because she's more beloved than feared, and when she gets angry you better run anyway

#ask #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel velvette

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angelinpiink · 1 year

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movie star

❥ paring: meangirl! historia x fem!reader

❥ summary: historia decides to teach the reader a lesson after she decided to stand up against historia’s bullying for the first time, leaving her humiliated in front of her minions. Reader will too be put in a humiliating predicament and to her surprise discover it to be something she finds to be quite joyful. ❥ author's note: this is the longest one shot i've ever written, I hope that the time spent on this was not in vain and that you all receive it positively! If this particular trope interests you keep your eyes peeled for the second fanfic relating to it i am currently working on.

❥ warnings: this oneshot contains mature content such as bullying, thigh riding, humiliation, and degradation.

the halls of sina academy were bustling with students and unreasonably lively given the hour. It was five minutes past seven. Yet, the students moved through the hallways with speed. The volume of their voices was so great it could be heard by those on the opposite ends. You were among the crowd. Unlike your peers, you were silent and hunched over with the intention of blending in. It was never a good thing to stand out in such a place. It would only serve to make you a target for the cliques of students who took their social lives far too seriously.

You had already caught the attention of Historia, the school's “Queen Bee”, who tormented you on the daily. The very last thing you needed was to become someone else’s victim. Historia was already far more than you could possibly handle. Each day she found a new way to suck the enjoyment out of attending school. She made cruel remarks about your appearance, spread rumors behind your back and encouraged other students to engage in physical attacks against you. Her position as head cheerleader and daughter of wealthy businessmen who made frequent donations to the school offered her protection from the consequences of it all.

You found yourself hoping that she wouldn't show up today–that she would decide her time was better spent on a shopping spree instead of class. It wasn't as though she truly had any real reason to show up. Her father could easily bribe a professor into giving her a passing grade in the event that she flunked. There was a moment where time seemed to slow once you caught sight of Historia’s blindingly golden hair. It flowed behind her as she passed. Speak of the devil, her blue eyes met your own for a mere second. The rosy glossed lips of hers curled into a smile.

“Y/n.” She called, her tone laced an overwhelming amount of phony kindness. You found it sickening.

A rhythmic clicking sound could be heard while she made her way towards you. You watched with your gaze to the ground as the heels she wore inched closer and closer. The blonde soon stood in front of you.

It was obvious as day that she was studying you— judging you, searching for something to tear you apart over. She remained silent. The students in the halls began making their way to their respective classrooms.

By that point there was only a handful and a half of witnesses to whatever torture she intended to inflict. Majority of course, were either in complete alliance with her or feared her influence far too much to express their disagreement of her actions.

“I see that you actually took the time to look a little less hideous today.” She let out a sigh, her eyes scanned over your figure. “if only you’d taken some time to acquire a fashion sense.”

Historia gave a pout of faux pity, her arms crossing over one another. It was difficult for you to remain silent as her friends burst into laughter. You wished nothing more than to tell them about themselves for supporting someone as cruel as her. Instead you took a deep breath. This was your everyday life thanks to her, tomorrow there would be something far worse. You couldn't comprehend why she was so mean to you. Never had you given her a reason to dislike you.

“Still, the outfit is cute..if you're auditioning for a circus.” The blonde began circling you like a vulture. It was then that you caught a whiff of her vanilla perfume. The smell was pleasant and left your mouth salivated. Thoughts of baked goods filled your head. How can someone so evil smell so sweet?

“Oh. what's this?” She questioned, her eyes now glued to your skirt.

The skirt you wore was slightly darker in the back. The fabric was made of was ombre. This of course would have been obvious to anyone who cared enough to take a closer look.

“It looks like she’s pissed herself!” Historia pointed, her nose turned up in disgust. As if you were some exhibit in a freak museum.

“It really does!” Shouted another student. Your face was drained of all its color when the crowd began laughing along. To call a moment such as this humiliating would be an absolute understatement. There was no way you’d even show your face in school after that.

Insults continued to be thrown around and your embarrassment morphed to anger. If it had been any other day you would have just allowed them to take the little dignity you still possessed. But, you couldn't stand by while they made a mockery of your skirt. The very skirt that your grandma had taken the time to make one of a kind for you. There had to be some sort of retort you could come up with to even things out. You needed her to know just how it felt.

“Maybe, if you weren't looking at my ass you wouldn't have noticed.” The crowd erupted into a symphony of gasps that later morphed to ‘oos’.

“No one else here cared enough to until you said something. How obsessed with me could you possibly be? It's unhealthy at this point.”

“You should seek help, Historia.” You added.

Without a doubt you’d struck a nerve. She stayed silent, her cheeks turning a bright red. There was nothing she could come up with in time before the bell rang and forced everyone to retreat to class. Historia’s friends began to pull her in the direction of their class.

“If i were you’d i’d watch myself, there are worse things to be known for than being the girl who pissed herself.” She whispered into your ear as she passed. A shiver made its way down your spine at the threat.

You headed to class with your brow furrowed in confusion.

–

Unexpectedly, The day went by smoothly. You made it to and through two of your classes without bumping into Historia again. She was nowhere to be seen when you went to lunch. Nor was she in the hallways as when you transitioned to your classes . There was a part of you that had begun to question if the threat was an empty one. Perhaps, she had just said it with the intention of causing mental anguish. In the worst case possible scenario she had in fact meant every word and was plotting something in the shadows. You simply kept telling yourself it was nothing you couldn't handle. She had already ruined

your reputation, crushed your self esteem and made it impossible to enjoy school. In a sense you had nothing to lose but your life. At least that was what you believed.

In your final class of the day you sat doodling in your notebook, silently dreading when you’d be forced to leave the protection of the classroom. The bell rang and you stuffed your notebook into your backpack. You rushed through the hallways as fast as your feet would allow. You weren't concerned with who you bumped into. There was only one goal on your mind, you had to make it to the bathroom as soon as possible. It often served as a safe haven from Historia’s bullying. You planned on staying there until you had an opportunity to escape unnoticed.

Pushing open the doors, you glanced around and sighed in relief that the bathroom was empty. The Lock on the bathroom door made a faint click as you twisted it. You soon choose a stall to your liking. Your backpack was placed on the hook of the door before you took a seat on the toilet. After a passing of twenty minutes, the silence was interrupted when you heard voices outside of the door.

Your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach, the sound of keys jingling and the door being pushed open as familiar shoes came into view. They stopped in front of the sinks outside of the stall. It's Historia, her voice echoed through the bathroom as she thanked the janitor for unlocking the door. Her performative kindness went unnoticed by everyone except you.

Once the janitor left, you took note of the two other pairs of legs you saw. You gulped and lifted your legs, so the stall looked empty. Your eyes remained locked on the door.

“I know you’re in here y/n. Stop being such a little bitch and come out.” She spoke while she walked.

“You had so much to say earlier, why so silent now?”

She paced back and forth, the air around you beginning to feel heavy. The silence, putting you on edge as your mind pondered what would happen next. You wished now more than ever to be invisible. You hugged your knees to your chest in a feeble attempt at making yourself smaller.

In the blink of an eye, the door swung open forcefully so much that if you hadn't leaned back it would have hit you in the face. There stood one of History's friends, Mikasa. Her expression was straight and uncaring. “Thanks, I'll take care of the rest now.”

“What are you planning?” The girl asked.

“Don't worry, you'll see.” Mikasa nodded.

Both her and the other girl, a brunette who was known for having an insatiable appetite for food, made their exit.

Historia soon came into view, her wardrobe of pastels replaced with something more revealing and fitting to her figure. She wore a tank top with lace trim that stopped just above her belly button and left the tops of her perky breasts exposed. The skirt she was wearing was so small it was difficult to miss the light pink panties she wore under. You wondered what would have possessed her to come here dressed in such a way. What exactly did she have planned?

It was hard for you to take your eyes away, there was no denying that she was gorgeous. Still, it wasn't logical to think such a thing of someone who clearly viewed you as less than human. Your thoughts came to a halt as she grabbed your chin. Her manicured fingers guided your face to meet hers, lips crashing against one another’s. Her fingertips caressed down your arm and across your stomach. Making their way inside the waistband of your skirt.

With eyes wide of shock you squirmed out of her grip. “What are you doing!??” you questioned.

“Don't act stupid, you know just what I'm trying to do.” She snapped.

You raised a brow.

“Do you want me or not?” Her tone made it evident that she wasn't interested in beating around the bush.

“But I thought you..hated me?”

“Maybe it’s true or I've just been a little frustrated.” She whispered. Her breath hot against your ear, hands pulling your body closer to her own.

“Help me out please.” Her voice switched to that of one coated with sweetness that almost sounded genuine. A pout formed on her lips while she awaited your reply. You nodded. It was impossible to refuse her even if you wanted to.

“Let’s not make it awkward..” She said, giving you a smile as she tucked strands of your hair behind your ear. Her lips crashed onto yours once more. Your hands made their way to her hips and Historia deepened the kiss. A whine fell from your lips, her hand slipping under your skirt, rubbing at your cunt through your panties.

You felt her smile into the kiss and her tongue roamed your mouth. The atmosphere was now heavy for a completely different reason. A burning heat formed in your core, your hips grinding against Historia‘s hand.

“Promise to do everything I say?” she asked.

You simply responded by nodding. Your brain was far too foggy to formulate an adequate response. All you could think about was how badly you needed her to touch you there again. “Come here.” She spoke, grabbing your hand as she pulled you outside of the stall towards the sinks. She propped herself up on the

counter and signaled at the door for you to lock it.

You of course did just as she said in hopes that doing just as she said would encourage her to give you what it was she knew you wanted. As she sat on the counter, she beckoned you to come closer. “Lift your skirt”

You complied. Her fingers tugged at the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side she exposed your dripping core. The bathroom echoed with your whimpers as her thumb toyed with your clit. Her movements were slow and painfully sweet.

“Here ..”She said, pulling you towards her thigh. You lifted yourself up and placed your cunt against her.

The fabric of her tights smooth against you as you moved your hips back and forth. A moan escaped your lips, the friction against your clit sent you into a frenzy.

It was difficult to keep your balance as pleasure overtook you. Historias hands rested on your hips, holding you in place. She watched you squirm as the sensation became too much to bear, your juices coating her thigh. Still, her grip never faltered. “My..god!” You cried out Historias lips connected with your neck and your eyes fluttered shut. This gave her an opportunity to pull out her phone. Making sure your face was well in the view of the camera, she pressed record.

“You’re a dirty little slut aren't you?” She cooeed, watching you through the video feed.

You nodded, moans continuing to spill from you.

“That’s right.” She smiled. The sight of your legs trembling giving her satisfaction all the more so being that she had such a lovely moment on video.

“So eager to get fucked youre making a mess all over my thigh.” On cue, Historia aimed the phone’s camera at her leg, her tights now stained from your slick, the sweet juices dripping down her knee. She continued to record while you desperately grinded your cunt against her.

“It’s pathetic.” She hissed. With the hand that rested on your hip she guided them, forcing your poor clit to bump against her thigh more times than you found bearable. A string of whines and broken please could be heard.

“Maybe if you beg enough I'll give you my fingers.”

“P-please..” you choked out. Historia responded by rolling her eyes.

“That’s all you’ve got? My god! You suck at begging.”

“Guess the only thing you're good for is being a needy slut.” She added. You took no offense to her words, in fact they only served to increase your arousal. There was something about the way she pretended to be repulsed by you while her eyes were heavy with lust. She enjoyed this as much as you, but her ego caused her to refuse allowing you to know that. Historia pushed her fingers inside of you, her free hand gripped the camera to show off throw easily her fingers could slip deep inside your cunt thanks to the fact that you were practically dripping by that point.

“I’m so close.” A whimper could be heard. Her movements sped up the sensation in your core tightened, you felt as though you were going to burst any moment. You squirmed and squirmed.

“Can you do something for me first ?”

“Yes! I’ll do anything..please just let me..” You cried out, as your legs shook. It was no secret that you were eager. Her fingers continued to pound into you.

“Look into the camera and tell everyone how much of a dumb little whore you are,” You Struggled to formulate a response, logic was no longer a concept to you. There was no time to ponder what her intentions might be. Your mind fuzzy as you tried to fight off your orgasm through the constant stimulation. A few muffled please left your lips, your hips bucking pathetically as though you were some desperate feral thing.

Historia shakes her head, her movements coming to a halt. “No cumming yet. Not until you say it.”

With a whine, You obliged looking into the camera with heavy, desperate eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Good girl..” She cooed as she returned to thrusting her fingers into you, her thumb rubbing circles at your cit as your body shook from the release. The juices dripped down your thighs and coated her fingers.

“Now that you’ve got what you want, time for me to get what I want.”

“On your knees. Her tone now stern and direct.

She soon pushed her fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. She began to spread her legs. Under her skirt was now in view, the wet spot on her panties made it all the more evident that she had been enjoying this as much as you. You felt your mouth water as you leaned in, her sweet smell filling your nostrils. Slipping her panties down to her ankles, You flicked your tongue across her clit.

Watching her cheeks became flushed, you licked a stripe along her core. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it. This was her way of telling you to speed things up. Your movements were painfully slow to her still she enjoyed it so much so that she was in need of more.

She had no intention of letting you know that, instead she chose to settle for insulting you. “Come on, don't tell me that's the best you can do.” She groaned in an attempt to cover up her moans. Her eyes rolled into her head as you buried your face between her thighs, your tongue lapping at her cunt repeatedly.

“Y-you’d think that you’d be able to put that mouth to use for better things than talking shit and being like a desperate slut.” her thighs clamped around your head, hands tugged at your hair, forcing your face deeper into her cunt. Her free hand still gripped the phone which she had been using to record this whole encounter.

Her insults were soon drowned out by the moans that left her lips. As angelic and pretty as her appearance, they fell on your ears like a beautiful melody. Watching the way she arched her back and ground her hips against your face soon brought back the feelings of need you'd been overwhelmed with just minutes before.

By instinct, you reached a hand down to play with yourself.

“Look at this pervy bitch getting herself off to eating my cunt.” she hissed, exposing your actions to the camera. You rubbed at your cunt, sloppily and slowly as you still gave much of your focus to the task at hand.

“After she just came, she wants more..how greedy?” She said, yanking your hair harshly. Still, You continued to devour her until she released in your mouth.

No time at all passed before she ushered out her way. You watched in confusion as she slipped off her skirt, and replaced it with the outfit she had been wearing earlier that day. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and began fixing up her makeup which had been smuggled from the encounter. She tossed the tights she'd been waiting into the trash and made her way towards the door in silence. Before she took her exit she opened her mouth to speak. Her expression had reverted back to that of how she usually looked at you.

“Since you seemed so impressed with yourself earlier over all the attention you got today for that foolish remark. I thought I'd help you get some real notoriety. You’ll surely be the hot topic now movie star,”

You watch as she tapped away on her phone screen.

And with that she left, taking the final piece of your dignity with her.

You weren't too sure what was going on but from the looks of it she appeared to have sent a text to someone. With a furrowed brow, You stood and began to clean yourself. The mirror exposed your ragged appearance, your hair was practically a bird's nest across your head from all the tugging and pulling Historia had done. The streaks in your makeup from your tears left you looking like you were returning from a drunken night out. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you left the bathroom in such a state as most would assume you had been attacked but still you’d feel weird walking around with the remnants of your encounter with historia on your sleeve.

Letting the cold water run, you splashed your face. Everything that happened seemed like a dream. You were in need of something to keep you grounded in reality and harsh icy water was perfect for the job. You shivered as it ran down your neck. With paper towels in hand you dried your face and wiped the remnants of your orgasm off your thighs before pushing your panties back into place. You fixed your hair and once you felt presentable, You too made your way out of the bathroom.

As you walked down the halls, they were uncharacteristically empty. No one was in sight, you breathed a sigh of relief was that meant it was a high possibility that no one had heard of the encounter from outside of the bathroom. Perhaps there was some after school event occurring outside like a football game?

As your legs carried you towards the large exit doors you saw a crowd of students lined up with their phones in their hands. Their laughs filled your ears when you stepped outside, they pointed to you. Some cheered as an audio of you degrading yourself echoed throughout the crowd. “Who knew y/n was such a slut!?” You heard someone say. “

Yeah it must be true if she said it herself.” Another student replied. “Look at how many views the video has gotten already, you're a real star.” Said reiner, putting the phone in your face, showing you the phone. The video had been uploaded to some random porn site by what appeared to be an anonymous user, You of course knew exactly who had done it..the very person who’s thigh you could be seen riding.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes scanning the crowd. You searched for someone, anyone who didn't have their phone out viewing the video. It was at that very moment your eyes landed on Historia who simply shrugged and mothed ‘oops’, the cruel smile on her face evident as ever.

The whole school had witnessed what had gone down, the begging, the desperation and the compliance you had all for someone who viewed you as a peasant. Not only that but they had a permanent copy of the encounter on their phones, never given a moment to forget it. You would be forced to relive it over and over until you graduated.

The only thing that left a bad taste in your mouth was the possible bullying that would occur as a result from other students. You found yourself feeling foolish for thinking you’d ever win against her. Historia never played fair, she didn't have to when it came to you. She was the one in absolute control, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn't say you were okay with that.

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