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talonandelilah · 30 days

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“Tal, why were you hiding a neck tattoo earlier? Does it mean something?” Lightly Del traced over it with one finger, the pattern ornate and flowing, she found it beautiful. “Am I not supposed to see it?” She looked at his face again and met his eyes. He looked confused and that made her a little scared.

He didn’t HAVE a neck tattoo. What was his girl…no…she wouldn’t tease him about....oh fuck! Without saying anything Talon was up off the bed and into the attached bathroom in an instant and flipped on the lights which were way too fucking bright after being in the two dim rooms. As his reflection greeted him though, there it was and he couldn’t deny what he saw. Holy FUCK!

“Uh, Red Hot, ya wanna come here? We need to talk, sweetheart.” Yeah…that was an understatement, genius.

He heard her coming behind him before he saw the red hair over his shoulder and when he turned around he saw it. Fuck yeah! “Babe, I got some good news and some bad news. Which ya want first?”

Del’s eyes searched his face and she felt like crying. After what had just gone on between them and now there was bad news of some kind? Had she done something? Was there something about Talon that Brie hadn’t told her? Did he hate her? Was she just a pity fuck?

“Bad.” She choked out and tried not to cry. He really needed to get better at teasing her. She was going to break his heart if she kept crying when he was trying to to tease.

“K, if you say so.” He got down right in her face so that their noses were touching. “You’re absolutely and positively, 100%, without any doubt….stuck with me. Yep, can’t get rid of me. I mean, you are literally going to have to put up with my fucking ass for…well, ever.” He saw confusion cloud her eyes and she did that thing where she looked back and forth between his eyes and her little eyebrows drew together. FUCKING CUTE! God, he was falling for her in less than five hours, and that was without the nifty magic tattoos they now had.

Talon leaned in and kissed her softly. “There’s more bad news.” Her eyes went wide and before she could react, he deftly moved behind her and pushed her forward so she could see herself in the mirror. “You got one too. Only yours is right over your heart. Kinda cool.” He grinned as he put his chin on her shoulder, watching her stare at herself in the mirror in disbelief. “Ya do know what this means, right?”

There it was, he wasn’t lying. She did have one, and it matched his. And, he was almost giddy over it. He was happy. She was afraid to be happy and could nor be more shocked if he’d said she’d sprouted a second head. They. Were. Mated. Married. Bonded. Paired. Suddenly her eyes met his in the mirror and she still had a look of shock as she tried to take it all in, but as their eyes met the joy in his eyes was not debatable.

“You’re happy about it?” She was hesitant.

“You’re not?” Now he looked unsure, but his arms came around her waist to hold her. He was trying to comfort her, she could tell but she honestly wasn’t sure what she needed.

“I’m overwhelmed.” She was honest, but she was happy and she put her arms over his to keep him from pulling back. This caused his arms to tighten. “I am happy, but this whole immortal thing is new. Like a week old new. And now, I’m married…ish…and…I just….well…I…” Del closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. Her anxiety was kicking up.

“Red, shh.. You don’t have to explain any more than that.” He understood now. He had been afraid she hadn’t wanted him, but now he got it. It hadn’t occurred to him how new all of it was and then this. “We’ll take everything as slow as you need it to be, ok?” Her head nodded and he kissed her cheek before turning her around and pulling her against him, then reaching over and flipping off the light. “Come on, let's go back to bed.” Tracing them over to the bed again, they climbed in and he laid on his back, letting her choose where she wanted to be. Her head came to rest on his chest and it made him smile. “You can stay in here, or have your own place. I’ll leave it up to you. Or you can go back and forth depending on how you feel most comfortable. Delilah, I’m not going anywhere. Even without this new shit, I liked ya. I liked ya A LOT. I didn’t want what just happened to be a one time thing or just something casual. I know we just kinda met and all, but I had a feelin about ya.” Talon’s finger’s were gently caressing Del’s arm as he talked to her. “Del, babe, I was gonna be all yours even before we knew about this. From the second I saw ya and Brie told me about what ya liked, I just wanted to get to know you. No one else. Just so ya know.” He stared up at the ceiling. He had wanted her to know, to understand.

He was HERS? Even before? This sexy as sin man was hers? He could have walked into any bar in any city and walked out with some hot chick and he had wanted her? She found it hard to believe and just about said it, then her brain kicked in. What was it he had asked her about when they’d left breakfast? Gaming. Hot as he was, how many women complained about their men being heavy into gaming? And being immortal, how many women were going to want a man who was heavy into gaming and killing things? Two things that were her passions.

“Right now, I’m liking right where I am.” One of her long legs moved to lay atop his and she heard a light chuckle and felt his chest move. Her fingers played lightly in his chest hair. Unlike so many of the “pretty boys” that her friend had dated, Talon was not smooth chested. He was fuzzy, and she found it sexy. “And don’t you ever shave, Feathers. I like the fuzz. Only place you can shave is the face.” That earned her an outright laugh.

“As my lady wishes, Red Hot.” His free hand rose to press her head briefly into his chest as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. HIS “Any other demands that I must obediently follow? I might have a few demands of my own for you, you know?”

“Whatever this cologne is, wear it. I think I could just smell it all day. I might be addicted.” She pressed her nose into the center of his chest and did a sniff and a slight sigh. “So, what are your demands, Feathers?” She liked their names for each other.

“Darlin, I’m not wearing cologne. Welcome to matehood.” He chuckled and kissed her head again. Damn, this was gonna be good. He might have to ask Brie to put him off of duty with the guard for a while and take her to the tropical area of Imperium for a bit of a honeymoon, a naked one.

“I saw that sports bra and panties combo,” he felt her shift a little uncomfortable and he grinned knowing she wasn’t anticipating what was coming, “get more of those.” She froze. “Like lots. When we’re gaming together, I want ya in that. God, that would be so fuckin hot. No lace, no strappy shit I gotta figure out. Just that. K?”

“Are you serious?” She sounded like she didn’t believe him. She probably didn’t.

“Dead. Get sets in every fucking color. And do you mind just either sleeping in that or naked? I want to feel your skin on mine when you’re with me. Like right now is heaven.” Another kiss to her head.

“You’re being serious? No sexy lacey stuff with heels?” Del asked again, still sure he was joking with her till he tipped her head back using his fingers under her chin and she saw his eyes. No, he was serious. “Okay, cotton panties and sports bras it is. Every color of the rainbow and then some. And I’ll steal your hoodies and shirts.”

“Now you’re talkin, Red Hot.” Talon grinned and she swore she felt herself start falling for him.

“If you hold me like this, I have no problem sleeping naked with you.” Her hand again skimmed lightly over his chest. Him being naked next to her was a pretty nice thing all on its own. “In fact, I’m pretty happy to stay just like this until it’s time to get ready for the ball. Unless you have other plans?”

“Fuck no. Darlin, I am all yours in every way. You and me are going to make plans for things for any time I’m not on duty with the legion. Even if it’s just sittin on the couch and watchin a movie with the door locked and a privacy ward so everyone else can fuck off.” His arm tightened around her. “And tonight I’m talking to the boss and getting some time off. You and me are gonna go to a private place I have here in Imperium on a honeymoon. I’m going to take care of ya. I told ya, I wanted ya before the mating thing. I’m not changin a thing, cept I might be a bit more possessive. Can’t help it, it kinda comes with the territory.” Talon kissed her head, his own still reeling a bit from being mated. “I like the sound of that, Feathers. We have a lot to learn about each other, but we have all the time in the world to do it.”

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eva-and-jasper · 1 month

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Tour of Imperium - Pt1

“This way, darling, we need to get you into my bed.” Jasper beckoned Eva to follow him from the living room of his mansion. He had brought her down into Imperium and was going to give her a tour. If things worked out and she became a constant companion, he was considering beseeching Abriella to make her immortal, but at the moment she was still human.

“Really, Jasper. No seduction first, how disappointing.” She gave him a fake pout, knowing well why they were heading into the bedroom. Still she had to give him a tease. Eva did so enjoy the looks Jasper would give her when she needled him. It was quite enjoyable.

Stopping, the demon turned to face her, a mischievous smirk upon his face. “Now, my darling little witch, you do know me better than that.” He reached out and took her hand to pull her closer to him, his other hand reaching up to tuck one lock of hair behind her ear, then trace down her neck with barely a whisper’s touch. “There will be plenty of time for…” he paused, “more enjoyable endeavors, once we return. But for now, we must keep that delectable body of yours in one piece during our tour.” He gave her a wink and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Now be a good girl and let’s get you in bed.” He leaned down next to her ear, “for the first time this evening…”

“You are totally incorrigible.” Eva chuckled, her sultry voice caressing his senses like soft velvet. “I have to admit, it is one of your better qualities.” The two were now grinning as he led her down the hallways towards his bedchambers, their hands still together with fingers intertwined.

Jasper looked back over his shoulder with his trademark cocky smirk in place and blue eyes sparkling in the light. There was no doubt he was enjoying the banter, and looking forward to showing his favorite witch around the realm he normally resided in. In fact, she was the ONLY witch he’d ever brought to Imperium. There was something special about her, and he didn’t need Abriella’s rules to want to keep her safe.

“Here we are, my darling!” Jasper threw open the double doors with his free hand to reveal the large bedroom that contained a massive gilded and carved wood bed, elegant furniture and fireplace. Gold and blue adorned everything and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling sparkled and cast tiny rainbows across the ceiling. It was a truly elegant and impressive sight.

“You certainly don’t do anything halfway, do you?” Eva took in the room as they fully entered, obviously impressed that he did not have a typical bachelor pad and that it looked like he actually cleaned up after himself. “You have some decent digs, demon.” She winked over at him with a smirk on her lips that were the perfect shade of red.

“Now, my darling witch, you should know there is nothing small or half-way about me.” He grinned a devious grin, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in close to him. “I thought that was one of the things you liked about me.” His nose ran along hers, his eyes sparkling with mischief and seduction intertwined. “Or was I wrong?”

“Oh, stop it!” She gave a throaty laugh as she slapped his chest lightly, brushing her lips over his. “You know very well better than that. Now, are we going to get to that tour, or spend all day in your bedroom?” An amused smirk formed on her lips.

“As tempting as THAT offer is, I did promise you a tour, and there is a new hellpuppy in Arioch’s torture chamber that you need to meet. He is the most adorable little thing. Teeth like a shark and urine like battery acid. Already he has learned to elicit the most melodious screams from his victims.” Jasper’s grin was beaming. “If you're a good little witch, I might one day even get you one.”

“Promises, promises.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes, although the promise of a hellpuppy did sound rather fun.

“Come on, you. To the bed with ya, before I change my mind or Abriella does about letting you down into the torture pits.” Jasper smacked her ass, shaking his head as he guided her over to the king sized bed. He really did have fun when Eva came down to Imperium or he went topside. Both of those had been happening more lately, which he did happen to enjoy.

“Yes, master, have to make sure I’m a good girl now.” Eva lay down when she reached the bed, an impish smile gracing her painted lips. She did so love teasing him, it alway led to the most fun of times.

“Not too good, I am a demon after all, darling.” Jasper winked as he covered her with a light blanket. “Close your eyes, now.”

Leaning over her he placed a kiss in the middle of her forehead. Not really required for the separation of her soul from her body, but Jasper did love the dramatic flair. Besides, it never hurt to show Eva a little extra attention and affection.

“Now,” he held his arm for her to take once her soul was next to him, “let our adventure begin.”

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cljordan-imperium · 7 months

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Congratulations @peakyswritings on 2k followers!!!! 💜💛💜💛💜💛

Anna had been friends for a long time with Tommy. He didn't know what she was , but he knew she ran in dark circles like he did. He just didn't know how dark. He didn't know how often the ethereal blonde had interceded to keep him safe from things even his dark mind could not have created. But she could not always be there when creatures of darkness came to strike bargains with Tommy, and now he'd struck one that has her visit being one that obroke her heart. Now, she would hold the one to hold the blade, draw the blood, and give him his last kiss as the breath of life left him...

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karlenandgail · 2 months

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The Prince meets THE QUEEN....

“Tell Abriella that Gail’s Prince has arrived in New Orleans and is currently having coffee with Armaund and I.” Watching Thenasus’ eyes widen almost had Jean Pierre chuckling. “If she could please come most expeditiously, we would appreciate it. He is…touchy…and a bit impatient to see his redhead.” Jean Pierre smiled.

"I'm sorry did you say…" Thenasus leaned towards Jean Pierre, his eyes narrowing slightly; he was sure he had to have heard wrong. He hadn't even had a chance to work with Gail to obtain any information on her supposed Prince, and yet he had somehow found Jean Pierre in New Orleans?

"Oh yes, an actual Prince too, of Uffern no less. Youngest brother of King Kellen, although I can say that they seem nothing alike, thank the Source." Jean Pierre's smile didn’t reach his eyes and was tight. Both he and Thenasus had encountered Kellen in the past, neither wished to again. "I was at one point a tad worried for Armaund's safety. It seems Prince Karlen is rather touchy and the possible insinuation of her dead, I mean she IS in Hell, just about had him exploding. Thankfully he does have more composure and restraint than his elder brother."

"Lovely. I am sure Abriella won't be able to contain her excitement for that kind of response." Thenasus said with so much sarcasm that the air was rife with it. The tall guard had a feeling that this could explode if handled wrong, on both the Uffernian and Imperium fronts.

"He is at least ready to relinquish title and royal standing so he can come to the realm. Not even a blink when I mentioned it." Jean Pierre noticed Thenasus was as shocked at this as he'd been.

"I'll tell Abriella. As soon as she's available, I'm sure she'll be down. We’ve had an interesting day or so, you’ll have to have Anna fill you in." The guard shook his head. Had the Fates decided no one got to sleep or peace in the realm for the foreseeable future? Between the disaster at breakfast with Yael, the arrival of Kaylin and Asher, the expected oncoming conflict with Damien, the idiot spectre who almost got his…wife? killed the night before and now this, he wondered how much more could go wrong. That had all happened before midnight the previous day. Now this one was starting with an Uffernian Prince wishing an audience with the Queen. What next, a proposal from…no, he was going to not even think anything of the sort. The damn Fates would probably make it happen, at this rate, and trying to contain Cruz if one more thing went upended would be…a headache.

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“Prince Karlen, I have been informed that you wish an audience with me.” Abriella gave no notice before she appeared in the antique shop, where Armaund and Jean Pierre were quite sure that they would soon become tea leaves, from how much they were going through waiting for her to show up to handle their guest. She was dressed in an elegant suit and anyone not in the know might mistake her for a powerful business woman. Powerful she was, but her business was normally death and warfare, not paperwork and money making.

Karlen, for his part, rose and bowed to the Queen. He knew she held the key to seeing Sophia, who he had learned went by Gail when awake. “Queen Abriella, I did. However, please, I relinquish all title and standing, as I understand that our realms are not, nor have ever been, allies, so I am no longer a Prince. I come before you as a humble demon, wishing to enter your realm in search of the woman I’ve loved and searched many realms and worlds over for three hundred years for. I know her as Sophia, but I know in her waking hours that she can go by other names. If it pleases, your highness, I would just like the chance to finally be with her.” For the first time in his long life, he was truly nervous. His voice was sincere, and there was even a slight pleading sound to it at the end.

If she did not believe him or refused him, he did not know what he would do. If his Sophia was truly friends with Abriella then declaring war on her realm to get to her would be the exact opposite of a good thing. The Queen was far more beautiful and composed than even the rumors that had reached Uffern had stated. Possibly his brother, Kellen, could negotiate something if this endeavor failed. Karlen would not be deterred, he had worked too hard and for too long to just give up.

“I was informed that you were willing to do so. Your powers will be partially bound till you have proven yourself trustworthy within my realm. I have been advised of the previous relations between your family and my grandfather. While he has made some…changes…in his demeanor, I cannot allow war to break out. No does your brother have a diplomatic relationship with my reign. I am sure you understand my position.” Abriella had a soft smile and inclined her head. Gail had no clue she was there, nor that Karlen had been found. Truthfully she didn’t trust him, and until it could be confirmed that he WAS her dream Prince, suspicion would reign supreme. There had been enough upset in Imperium in the last twenty-four hours to last her for a long time. When she returned she still needed to have her conversation with Leandre about the upcoming visit she was going to make to Damien.

“Your Majesty, I shall agree to any provisions required in order to be with Sophia. If there are any tests that I must endure, I shall agree to those too. I have anticipated this day for centuries, I will let nothing stand in my way if I can eliminate it easily.” Karlen’s expressions and voice were resolute, but not confrontational. While trying not to sound as desperate as he felt, he did want to convey that he was not going to challenge her in any way regarding the requirements to be a guest of Imperium.

“Orpheus, Andronicus?” From the shadows stepped two of Abriella’s Royal Guard. Both dressed in their more regal gear, they were being tasked with “babysitting” the Prince until it had been determined whether he could be trusted. “These two guards will be with you at all times. If you try to leave the realm with Gail, it will be considered and act of war, and you will feel the force of all four of the Horsemen upon Uffern. If you are being honest regarding your intentions, then within time we can make changes to these requirements. We are still chasing the beings that had Gail enthralled and I will not allow her to be endangered because of your obsession with her.” Abriella’s chin was lifted, but her voice was not confrontational. At the moment, she was walking the fine line between a friend and the regent of the realm. It was not a comfortable one for her. She knew that further separation from Karlen, should he prove to be the one Gail had described, would only cause the sweet woman more pain.

“You will have no argument from me, Your Majesty. I will follow whatever rules you lay out to be able to be able to see if what we have experienced over the centuries in dreams can come into the waking world as well.” Karlen nodded in deference to her, grateful that he wasn’t being chained, literally, in some kind of dungeon or jail. His brother was not known for his friendly relationships with other realms, so that he was no met with outright hostility was at least a step in the right direction as far as he was concerned.

“We are not going to have you meet Gail directly. You will have a conversation with your guards and Gail’s guardian within Imperium will bring her by the open doorway. First we will see if she recognizes your voice, then we will move forward from there.” Abriella, Cruz, Olly, Arch, and Thenasus had all discussed how to handle things before she had teleported to the antique shop. They all felt it better not to bring them together directly until they had more indication that he truly was who she had dreamed of. In this way they could avoid further trauma to her. “Now, let’s be away.”

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theimperiumchronicles · 3 months

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I FINALLY have fixed the plot problems caused by Asher & Kaylin plunking down WAAAAAAYYY too early in the story and the oncoming war with Damien, a Prince coming to seek sanctuary at the Palace, and Kellen coming to Imperium to meet Abriella. I apologize for the break in posting, but my blorbos taking a hard right when they were supposed to keep going straight fucked up....uh...a shit ton of other storylines and writing that was already done. I still have to fix the already plotted out and written chapters, but I at least now have down the series of events that have to happen. Thankfully Amaya and Dartan are NOT one I have to rewrite. So, that will be one of the first to start posting again, because I do have that one ready. The ultimate goal of that WIP may be changing, but I'm kind of letting them figure that shit out, because I'm just kind of done trying to direct over 250 of these fuckers and them scattering like squirrels on crack when my head is turned. Same is true of a couple other storylines that decided to get into the weeds. I can say that Grae and Ada are not changing, Kaylin and Asher, all of Abriella's friends who just came. The rest of them I'm working on...

SO....here we go...let the writing once more commence....and please never let me have to do this many flow charts again in my life because I felt like some kind of police profile squad tracking a criminal enterprise's movements with all of them!!

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amayadartan · 6 months

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The morning after she arrived at the castle, Amaya awakened slowly. Her mind was still hazy as to all of what happened in the forest. She was still in the medical ward of the Palace, so the room she was in was nowhere near as elegant as one of the suites where guests and residents alike were housed. It was, however, rather homey and not stark like a hospital on Earth would be. The walls were painted in a deep emerald green, the drapes a golden color that complimented the walls, and her bed was carved wood of some kind that was a few shades darker than the drapes. To Amaya, it reminded her of something from the Victorian or Edwardian period. All of the furnishings and fabrics were soft and warm colors, and appeared very expensive.

Sitting up in the bed, she noticed that at some point, she had been redressed. Gone were her hiking boots, cargo pants, and flannel, and she was now in a soft, pastel gown in fabric she wasn’t sure what it was. She hoped that it had been a female who redressed her and not Dartan. Heaven forbid! As she sat contemplating that, there were two little chirps next to her in the bed. Turning her head, she saw the little chinchilla type creatures from the night before that had been on the strange men’s heads. They were looking up at her with big open eyes and…smiles? Oh…and they had such white…teeth. How nice…

When Amaya didn’t move or respond the little beings jumped up and down and chirped again. Her head tipped, she had no clue what they were wanting. Then one came over and bumped her hand, and she understood - they wanted petted. Seeing the size of their teeth, she was a little cautious, but still reached her hand out and petted the one closest anyway. Something akin to a high pitched trill type of purr came from the small being and the other one bounced in what seemed to be excitement, chirping and looking at her.

“So you two are friendly? I get it.” In a way she figured they were, they had been “riding” on the heads of two of the men last night who had been helping her, but those teeth! Amaya was glad they liked her. She wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of those bites! Guard furry softballs, that was something new.

“I see you have met your guardians,” a deep male voice from across the room had her head jerking up and her yanking the covers up almost to her chin; which hid the two small beings that were now on her lap chirping happily. He held up a hand and gave a soft chuckle. “I’m sorry Amaya, I did not mean to scare you.” He then gave a short bow. “I’m Ollandrius, but most just call me Olly.” He gave her a warm smile, which she thought made him look like some kind fo Disney prince. Were men supposed to be that handsome in real life?

Brief flashes of the night before went through Amaya’s mind, and his face was in them. He was kind, warm, and she had a recollection of protection from him. She relaxed and lowered the covers some, nodding and returning his smile. “Sorry, I guess I’m just a little on edge. The last couple of days have been a little weird and…” she shut her mouth and her brows drew together as she tried to figure out how to even put it into words.

“Eventful?” Olly offered as he stepped into the room, drawing out a light chuckle from her this time and a nod. “We kind of got that idea when Dartan summoned a couple of demons when he lost you in the forest. Although, your little friends there, and their friends, did keep you safe until we found you.” His smile had not faltered, and it made Amaya feel more relaxed. He wasn’t a small man, but she could almost feel goodness radiating off of him, safety. For Olly’s part, he was studying her, trying to see if there were any lingering effects of the mushrooms or being out in the forest exposed to the elements.

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry that I caused you or your friends any trouble. I goofed up a spell.” Her face fell and she looked at her lap where the little beings were snuggling against her and ran her hand through their fur. They even felt as soft as chinchillas. “This is all my fault, everything is is my fault.”

“Or, you were given a bad one by someone that should not have been trusted. We’re looking into all the possibilities now. No more apologies, and no more sadness. You are a guest of the King and Queen, and there is no reason for it. When you are doing better a whole suite is being prepared for you. You’ll be taken care of here.” The poor human. She probably wouldn’t get to stay one. Like Delilah, existing in a world that she knew was full of monsters and demons would be too dangerous if she stayed one. If they couldn’t teleport her, staying in Imperium would most definitely be too dangerous, and it had nothing to do with the inhabitants. The mushrooms had proved that. Olly was worried about her.

“Uh…what about Dartan?” Were they going to make her live with him? He hated her. He blamed her for everything, and after she got lost out in the forest, he probably hated her more. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck living with him. Maybe they could just kill her and let her go wherever it was that her soul was supposed to go? Or because she was bound to Dartan, would she just end up back here?

Olly took a deep breath, this was going to be slightly awkward. “You won’t have to see him anymore.” He saw the confusion on her face, so he continued. “You’re bound, so it’s not like he can go far, but it was the belief of the Queen that you would be happier if he were not in your immediate vicinity, and that there were others here in the Palace who could help you get acclimated to everything much easier. She was quite insistent.” He had to chuckle, he was putting it mildly. He was pretty sure if she’d been confident his head would not have regrown she would have removed it from his shoulders the previous night.

“Oh.” Amaya said simply. She didn’t know how to feel about that. Truthfully she wasn’t sure that she knew how to feel about any of it. How was one supposed to feel in a situation like she was in? Had anyone ever been in her situation? She doubted it.

“Are you ok?” Olly was worried about her. “I know it will take some getting used to here, but you won’t be alone. Arch, he’s a mage that helped heal you last night, and I are going to help you. Arch can help you with your magic. He’s kinda good at it.” He gave her a teasing wink that made her smile.

“I just feel kind of lost. The whole bonded or married or whatever…” she kind of waved her hands around a bit as her lips pursed, “was a huge shock, and I know he hates me for it. I can’t blame him. I brought him here and now he’s stuck with me. I’m sure he’s glad that he’s free of me, at least we get to live in a castle.” She smiled a little again and shrugged. She really did feel so very lost.

“He was worried about you. Dartan’s always been an asshole from what I can gather, but he was worried. So, he doesn’t hate you. Hate the situation, that is a possibility, but that’s not the same as hating you.” He tried to reassure her, but he could tell she was still upset. Lost might be the best description for it. She really didn’t know where she was, that was going to come as an even bigger shock to her, and wait till she met some of the residents. Maybe they’d take things VERY slowly.

Deciding that making her feel somewhat at home might be a good start, Olly decided to start with breakfast. Since the kitchens could prepare anything that was made on Earth, the sky was the limit for whatever she wanted. Once he had her order, he promised to be back shortly with food and the all-important coffee. He also let her know that some fae that were the size of six year olds would be in shortly to take her measurements and talk to her about clothing. What she had on was a gift from the Queen, but she would need more than one nightgown for her stay there.

With that, he ducked out, and Amaya was alone in the room with the two little fur balls again. Laying back, she let them cuddle up next to her and stroked their little bodies, and she thought about everything Olly had said and tried to pull details from her memories of the previous night. They came in bits and pieces, just fragments, but she at least knew she felt safe with Olly, and since she was apparently now living in Hell, that was a start.

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backtothe-20s · 3 months

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Rose and Alfie Solomons belong to @raincoffeeandfandoms

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graeadalicia · 4 months

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As they rest in silence, Grae has some thoughts.

Grae pulled out Adalicia tight against him, cradling her head against his chest and holding his arm tight around her waist. He wanted her to feel safe, he wanted her to feel loved, and he wanted her to feel cherished above all. In the coming days her life would completely change from everything she had ever known. Going from a slave to the Consort of the Chancellor of Uffern would be something that she couldn't even imagine.

The clothing that was in the armoire in her room was just a start of all that was to come. He could see that already that overwhelmed her. In two days, her tutor would arrive to teach her manners and customs. After that, comes another tutor to teach her diplomacy and languages. After that, another would come to teach her the etiquette for the balls and for meeting royalty from other realms, and even landed gentry of Uffern.

Adalicia would learn this all, and not all of it would be taught in the most gentle of manners. He worried about her. She was such a delicate and innocent flower, and she was entering a world where delicate was not something she could be. It was a world where often the royalty was hard on others and judgmental. Their words were biting and they stung. The women were catty, with insults that would slice to the very bone of the person they were facing. He wondered how Adalicia would handle that. He wondered if she could stand up to someone like Persephone and Calliope. Could she handle the insults that they would make against her?

Actually he didn't worry about Calliope. Of the two princesses within the castle, Calliope would never hurt anybody. Persephone, that was who he was worried about. Her jealousy was legendary, as were her temperament, as Kellen was currently facing. And, he worried about the jealousy that Persephone would have over the fact that she and Grae had once been lovers. Finding out that he had now made Adalicia his Consort would no doubt bring about another temper tantrum. Not only had she been taken from her, he had made her his Consort. Elevated her status in his life from a slave to just below being Betrothed. It was not a slight that she would take lightly, of that he was sure. And he was sure that there would be a confrontation between himself and Persephone, because he would not let the woman that he was coming to care very deeply face that alone.

Grae was still trying to figure out exactly why he cared so deeply about Adalicia. The whole thing had started as a way to get under Persephone's skin, and now he held her in his arms as if she was the most fragile thing, the most important thing, in his life. There were very few things he had ever faced Kellen over, let alone been willing to become physically violent over, but he had been willing to do that for her. He had been willing to take on his best friend, a man that he loved like his brother, to keep her at his side. And he would do it again. Grae would do it over and over, if it meant she didn't leave him.

Somehow, Grae already knew that he would be stronger with her at his side. That if she went with him into negotiations, that he would do better, that he would know more of what was going on. She truly could be his eyes and ears when he was distracted with the art of the deal. He was not sure how he knew it, but he was certain that she would become the jewel in his crown as Chancellor. There were stories in antiquity of such things happening, but he had always considered them just that, stories. They were tales told to children, to have them dreaming of futures. Yet here he was with that tale becoming his reality. But then, she wasn't just a slave, was she? Adalicia was queen. She was a fae queen, a fae queen who was the last of a royal lineage. A fae queen who escaped extermination by the his own best friend, and the King of Uffern. She was an enigma that was now his bonded wife, because somehow the beauty he held within his arms had known the words to the marriage vows that she should not have. And she had recited them effortlessly, with no hesitation, with no reservation, and with true heartfelt emotion in her eyes and deep affection in her voice.

Grae had seen the way she had reacted to Kellen, he could not have that happen on a daily basis. He would not have the woman that was to become his wife destroyed, so that she could do little more than cower in the corners and shadows. Unlike Kellen, he did not relish in the destruction of others. He did not find joy in watching those around him reduced to smallness, so that he could feel great in their presence. He was not like Kellen, and he had always prided himself in that. He would not watch the woman that was to stand by his side as his bride become what Kellen would have as his.

Grae was still processing it all. Parts of it were still sinking in, and it still felt surreal, and he didn't know how to take it all in. But he wanted to. And as he felt her slip into the soft caress of sleep, he swore a vow unto himself that no matter what came in the coming days, he would protect her from the harshness of royal life. He would make sure that the tutors knew that they were to be gentle with her and guide her but not destroy her, as they often did the princes and princesses that they train. She was to be treated as if she was made of the most fragile glass. She was not to be dropped or harmed in any way. If they caused even one tear to fall, they would face his wrath, and it would be of epic proportion. One finger lay upon her, one harsh word delivered to her heart, and he would destroy the one who did so.

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pustota-theimperiumchronicles · 9 months

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Abbadon - 1

Exiled from Imperium, Abbadon is trying to figure out how to fix things...but can he?

The room was quiet, too quiet, but he’d recently found most noise just grated on his nerves. His brother had gone to see Abriella and Abbadon had been left alone in the pocket realm that had been created for him after he’d been thrown out of Imperium. He’d heard that Cruz was now ruling alongside her and that burned inside his chest like a coal. The more he thought on it, the deeper the burn.

Once more his feet began to take him from one side to another of the room. His hand ran through his golden, light brown hair, which fell once more into its perfect feathered place to the right. A deep breath was blown out through almost pursed lips, his frustration beginning to ebb. His mind considering his next move to recover from the blow to his wife. He had to do something and Div was not helping him. Maybe Aphrodite? Hera even? Venus was not being very warm and fuzzy towards him, but Astarte had been friendly the last time they had met. Ianna had seemed friendly as well, maybe she would be a good choice. His last hope might be Rati. One of them had to work, they HAD to.

First he would have to come up for with a gift for the goddess he was to beg favor from. Then, unlike the last time Div came to visit, he would listen to them carefully and what they instructed. His love for Abriella was still there, but he knew that his actions in the past had dampened hers for him. She had to understand that Stennis’ being bound was still affecting him.

Both hands now ran through his hair as he paced, a slight growl escaping his barely parted lips, he had to make this work. If he had to go to every goddess, get every blessing, he would. Abriella was HIS wife. She was HIS. She had to know that. She had to understand that. She had to realize that they were meant for one another. He was the Fifth Horsemen - Destruction. Death and Destruction, they were meant for each other, perfect Mates that should not be separated.

To his knees he went as the ache in his chest seemed too much to bear. A burning that felt like it was going to form a hole through his flesh and leave him with truly nothing where his heart now was. He could become incorporeal, but there was still an ache that followed him no matter the form that he took. This was a nightmare that he could not wake up from. He was now someone, something, that he had never wanted to be and he could not figure out how to fix it, to fix them, to make himself whole, to make them whole.

His head hit the floor, his hands now on both sides, he had to fix everything. The goddesses were his only hope. How many times had he walked the floor? How many times had he gone to his knees? How many times had he wept? How many times? How many more times would he need to? Was there any end? What more could he do? Was there really any hope at this point?

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casperiusandmartenique · 7 months

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When Casperius makes it to the kitchen things take an interesting turn..

When Casperius made it down to the kitchen, Cormoran was leaned back against the counter in front of the large sink while Sioban and Martenique were sitting at the round dark wooden table sipping tea from fine china cups with their heads close together talking low and soft about something. Both women were smiling and looked relaxed. He noticed a small, empty plate between them with some crumbs. It seemed they had at least had a snack while he and Horace had finished their conversation.

The stone floors of the room normally echoed when walked on with hard soled shoes, so he was careful to measure his footfalls to not disturb the two women who were speaking in a language he did not understand. So, it seemed his cook knew sprite, or maybe they knew a common language. Martenique having someone she could speak freely within the manor would not be a bad thing. As he passed behind her, on his way over to his brother, he let his fingers gently dance across Martenique’s back between her shoulder blades, the feel of her soft skin under his calloused fingertips soothing him in a way that not even demon’s brew could. Her head tipped up to look at him, and he was even more resolute that he would find whoever had put her in danger and they would pay, very painfully.

"Continue your talk, Teni, I need to talk to Cor." Casperius' fingers softly caressed her cheek, as he momentarily paused to bestow an affectionate smile upon her, and receive one in return. She was so damn precious to him that his heart was still thundering at the thought of losing her to either his brother, or interference of others.

When he turned to continue over to where Cormoran stood, he had to roll his eyes at his brother’s expression. It wasn't just the smirk, that was a common sight, it was the whole smug ass expression painted from his eyebrows to the set of his strong jaw. It all spoke to how his brother knew Martenique was someone more than just a body to warm his bed and ride his cock.

"You know Horace wasn't completely wrong." Cormoran said low once Casperius had assumed a duplicate stance next to him. "You may not like hearing it, but you haven't acted like a male in a relationship."

Casperius' eyes squeezed shut and he breathed out heavily, a weight settling on him he'd been trying to avoid. "Teni and I are not intimate." Even as he was keeping his voice low, he had opened his eyes to keep a close watch on her. Knowing about Emma would destroy her, he was sure, and he had no one to blame but himself. "I hadn't thought she would be here this fast. I thought I had time to get things sorted." Another heavy sigh as the weight of his lie and the ones he'd have to tell her in the near future bore down on him further.

“Well, you don’t. So you had better think osomething very fast, or you are going to have a mess. A mess is the last thing we need after what happened earlier today. Not to mention what just happened in the hallway, and figuring out who clued our little brother in on the fact that she exists.” Cormoran’s tone was reproachful. He was tired and on edge. While he had gotten some sleep, it had not been enough and he was now on edge after the argument in the hallway. That Sioban and Martenique were getting along was at least a positive sign.

“I’m well aware. I’ll have Visalus handle Emma. He is more than capable of distracting her.” Casperius’ eyebrows rose as his eyes rolled. That was a nice way of putting it. It was not that he cared, it had only been carnal between them, and at least this would make it easier in the end. That was one thing down. “We need to focus on figuring out who would talk to Matty. Someone did, and that means that everything that we talk about could be getting to him.”

Cormoran scoffed and shook his head. “You’d better hope so, little brother." Already in his mind he was developing plans to handle the fallout of his brother's mistakes. Martenique was beautiful and innocent, she did not deserve to be drug into Casperius' debauchery.

Casperious looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. "I will take care of it. You can trust him. I will let nothing upset Martenique. She has become very important to me." He sighed in frustration and gave Cormoran a pointed look as he continued. "I have had Horus prepare the gardens for her. When have you known us to have gardens upon the estate?" His eyebrows rose and he waited a couple beats before continuing. "Never. Do you think I would go through all of this and then let her be upset because of a woman who means nothing? Hmm?" Once more his brows rose as he regarded his elder brother.

Cormorant looked at him, he knew his brother. He knew of his whims and ways. He knew that one woman rarely kept his attention and although Martenique was beautiful, she was not of the kind that his brother normally found to be of interest. She was short, and while she was proportional, she did not have the curves that normally caught his brother's eye. She was not a succubus, an incubus, or a lust demon that had all of the attributes that would drive any male, of any type, to desire her. Her face would be what could be described as sweet. It was not one that would inspire men to fall at her feet with desire. What could be inspiring his brother now to take all of these actions did mystify him. Casperius was normally one to only go after the most beautiful of women. Women who upon the Earth would be considered models or actresses, those who were desired by many. And while Martinique was certainly beautiful, she was neither of those.

"If you are not careful, you will destroy her. You will not need Matty to come and capture her and fill her head with his manipulations and destruction. You will do it yourself. I am not sure why you have done this. I'm not sure why you have decided such an innocent creature should be brought into our world. But if you do not take care, then I will have to take action." There was a firmness and directness in Cormoran’s voice, a seriousness in his whole demeanor that bled into the ether around him.

He couldn't even tell his brother why he had made such a declaration other than their brother had destroyed too many people to get back at them to allow one more to be destroyed for nothing more than Casperius' whim.

As he looked at the woman sitting there with Sioban talking in some fae tongue that neither he nor Casperius could understand, the joy and the radiance that came off of her was infectious. Just watching the two women talk made him smile but he also remembered the fear on her face when she walked out to see the three of them fighting in the hallway. He remembered having to go rescue her because their brother had shown up in her realm and decided he was going to try and kidnap her. Another victim of being in their lives.

Cormorant couldn't take another woman being destroyed on his conscience. When Matthias did it was one thing, the Casperius doing it was a completely different one. He could stop that. He could control that. He could save her. Maybe just once he could save one of the ones destined to be destroyed by his family. Maybe he could make her fall in love with him. Maybe he could change her eye from the wayward brother to the strong one. He was just as dirty, his hands had just as much blood on them, and he had written many of the contracts that conspirius enforced. But he was not as capricious, and his desires did not blow in the wind, ever changing with the tides. She would be safe. And she was more his type. She was the type that he could fall in love with. Sitting there watching her talk to the woman that currently occupied his bed, he found he was more drawn to the sprite. It would cause a fight with Caspirius, but it would not be the first one the Cormoran had.

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palaceofimperium · 9 months

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Meeting Jasper

An old friend of Anna's makes a surprise appearance...

“Well, hello, darling. Fancy seeing you here.”

Annabella stopped midstride as the smooth voice echoed down the hall from behind her. A voice it had been decades since she heard, but she could never forget. A slow smirk formed on her lips as she turned around to face him. There he was in the flesh: Jasper Abbasi. Smug smirk in place, leaning up against a doorframe like he owned the place with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked relaxed, but Anna knew that the man was never relaxed.

“Well, hello yourself, Jasper. And what brings a demon like you to a place like this?” Anna\s blue eyes sparked with tease as she returned the greeting. She was glad to see her old friend alive and not bound or worse by some witch. They had hunted many a being together in New Orleans.

“I had heard that the Queen had brought some interesting females to the Palace, and you know me, darling, I can hardly resist an interesting female.” The corners of his mouth lifted more as he winked. “I didn’t realize just how interesting they could be till now. I do hope that you are keeping yourself out of trouble, love.” One eyebrow rose as he kept his eyes trained on only her. He knew that things had gone a little sideways in New Orleans and he had been worried, but the last time he’d been in the city there had been a difference of opinion with Jean Pierre and he had been reluctant to cross the Grigori again.

“You know me, handsome, trouble finds me wherever I go. We have gotten ourselves into a bit of it in our time, now haven’t we.” Now it was her that was fighting smiling more as a slight chuckle caused her chest to shake lightly. “Although I do think that you will find my current partner a bit more volatile that the last.”

“Oh? Am I going to have to worry about being staked or set on fire? Worse than Cruz? I have managed to stay on the good side of the King, you know.” Now his curiosity was peaked. Who could be her new partner? He knew that her last one had been a rank asshole and if Jasper had his way, he’d drag the male to the depths of Caligo. He still might if he could get royal permission.

“Not if you're a good demon.” There was the teasing smirk that Jasper knew, oh she could be just as much of a devil as he could. A blond curl falling over one eye had him shaking his head.

“I’m ALWAYS good darling, you know that.” Jasper grinned and pushed off the doof frame to start to walk over to her, his stut cocky as ever.

“Anna?” Both their heads turned as Adriel stepped into hallway, looking a little confused at the interaction between the two. “Oh, darling! The Angel of Destruction? How delicious.” Jasper turned towards Adriel who was looking at him warily. “I’m Jasper, an old friend of Anna.” He leaned in, his eyes meeting Adriel’s and goin from a brilliant blue to a deep red rimmed with gold. “And if you break her heart like the last asshole, I’ll rip your wings off your pretty back and shove them up your ass sideways. Ask Cruz, I can do it.” He leaned back, his eyes returning to normal. “I look forward to working with both of you in the future. I love a good hunt.” His eyes widened as he looked between them with a grin before walking over and kissing Anna on the cheek. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Both of them watched as he strutted down the hall and disappeared.

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talonandelilah · 5 months

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WARNING - SMUT

That ends in a bit of a surprise

Holy fuck, he was done for. He’d been to heaven and had ambrosia and he’d rather kiss her than have it again. Her hand massaged his balls then his cock and he knew that he’d made the point that he found her sexy as fuck. He groaned into their kiss, sucking on her tongue and biting her lower lip as they pulled back and he looked into those eyes with challenge. Come on girl, show me how bad you want me…I’ll be all yours, on my knees and worshiping you…

That kiss scrambled her brain and made thinking hard. She didn’t want it to end. But Talon kissing her had given her what she needed, and she was going to use it. “I haven’t gotten anything else? You sure about that, Feathers?” Her hand pressed against his hard cock that pulsed back in return. “Seems I have the ability to get you pretty hot and bothered, now don’t I?”

“So for all your blustering and your puffing out of your chest, you must like the…what did you say?” She nipped his bottom lip and as they were once more in a deep kiss the button on his jeans was let loose and the zipper dropped. “Oh yes, the pale skin, red hair, and my ugly freckles.” Her long and nimble fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked once. She saw his eyes roll back and he uttered a growled curse. “What was that? Did you just admit defeat?”

Dear god, she had the softest hands he’d ever felt and he just about came with one stroke of her hand. His hand tightened in her hair and his forehead came to hers, fire burning in his eyes. “Never, Red.” He took her back a step, her hand slowly stroking him was making it hard for him to concentrate. “I think I’m the one winning here…” His lips curled in a smirk before he nipped at her lips.

She scoffed and he loved it. Fuck, she was a keeper. Another step. Another. Another. And the wall. He grinned. “Oh yeah, Red Hot, I definitely won.” With a snap their clothes were gone and he saw her eyes go wide and his smirk grew. “And now I’m gonna claim my smokin hot fuckin prize, girl.”

She didn’t even resist when he lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. One word and he would have stopped. One ounce of resistance and he would have backed off and put their clothes back on. Instead her arms went around his neck and those long, sexy, silky legs wrapped around his waist. It was all the encouragement he needed. His girl, yeah…HIS…wanted him like he wanted her.

Talon kissed Delilah deep, his tongue invading her mouth as he claimed her with his cock, them both moaning into the kiss. Fuck she was tight and felt so damn good around him. It was hard not to go fast and hard with how good she felt, but he didn’t want to hurt her. This was definitely a first for him, but she was no ordinary woman. Far from it.

Del’s fingers combed into his hair, pulling him even deeper into their kiss, moaning as he claimed her over and over. Every thrust he made into her was pure pleasure and her legs tightened around him with the rhythm. He fit her so perfectly and was driving her quickly to the precipice of pleasure, something no other man before had done. Then again, no man had ever turned her on as fast or as much as Talon just had. Nor had she ever had sex with a man on their first “date”. So many firsts with him, and she had a feeling that there were many more to come.

She felt the building pressure of her release in the pit of her belly like a winding coil and it felt delicious. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust just built it more and more till she could no longer hold back. Her head tipped back and her back arched against the wall as his name fell from her lips in a rapturous moan. Fingers dug into his back and her legs tightened around his waist. She swore the world tilted on its axis and the room spun.

His girl was gorgeous when she came undone. Fuck, he could watch her do that every day, and kinda planned on it. As her slick core clamped down and spasmed around his cock, he increased his pace and took her harder. His own release building and his pleasure increasing with each thrust. She was fucking perfect and damn it if he wasn’t enjoying the fuck outta this.

Talon tried to hold out and prolong her pleasure as long as he could, but he finally reached the point of no return and thrust hard and deep as he spilled his seed inside her. “Damn it, Red, you feel so fuckin good.” He growled in her ear as he held her still afterward, both of them trying to catch their breath with hearts racing. His nose was buried in her hair right next to her ear and she smelled like heaven. Everything about her was perfection. His. She was gonna always be his. He just had to figure out how.

“Hold on, beautiful. I”m gonna get us somewhere more comfortable.” He almost whispered in her ear and then the wall was gone from her back and they were in a different room. This one was almost completely dark, a light purple glow from randomly placed recessed lights in the ceiling. Talon deftly moved onto his bed on his knees then gently laid her on her back with his body covering her once they were better situated. “There we go, Red Hot.” He grinned at her in the dark light, brushing a lock of hair off of her face that had fallen there when he laid her down. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

Everytime that she looked at Talon, Delilah had to wonder if he was real or if Brie had put her in some kind of coma and he was some hallucination. He seemed too perfect. They seemed too perfect together. They had meshed too well, it had moved too fast, and laying in his bed with him on top of her felt way too good. Then she noticed something on his neck and tilted her head.

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eva-and-jasper · 3 months

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Eva Smith Shelby owned by @evita-shelby

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cljordan-imperium · 2 years

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You have entered the domain of the all powerful AUTHOR GODDESS...AKA...Your Eccentric Southern Gothic Creole Auntie who is full of sass and isn't afraid to tell it to you straight. *blows kiss*

She/Her

48 - Female - Mother of 1 - Work Full Time - Published Short Stories

I am a female writer on the Gulf Coast of the United States, currently residing in the state of Mississippi near the amazing city of New Orleans. I have lived in both Louisiana and Mississippi and the culture of the bayou areas runs through my blood. I have one adult son, who is the light of my life, and a cat who thinks she is the goddess of it. The stories that are currently being published to Tumbler are the continuation of roleplays and solo writing that I have been writing for over 20 years; and that I decided to continue sharing with everyone. Some characters have intricate and elaborate backstories which I will unfold for you. Some are new and you will learn about as they reveal themselves to me. I hope you all enjoy.

Some call me a free spirit, I call me...me. It took me years to become comfortable in who I am, so I judge no one else. We all have our own journeys. I am here to support everyone else on theirs, so maybe they won't have to take as long to be able to love themselves. I prefer not to talk much about my disabilities because I don't want them to define me, but am also open about them when asked or to help others come to terms with their own.

I love purple and sparkles, and I'll probably die petting something I shouldn't. Being as I live on the Gulf Coast, I might also be eaten by it, and that is fine. Life is a circle and we're all part of it.

Feel free to visit my inbox and ask box. I promise I do not bite unless asked.

GENERAL TRIGGER WARNINGS - I am going to post this here and also on appropriate stories where they happen - Also, not all of my characters are meant to be liked or sympathetic. Feel free to literally hate them and let your opinions change if the characters do, some of them WILL evolve over time.

All of my stories are FICTION and NOT REAL.

There are themes of: fantasy, evil, demons, angels, religion, blood, viscera, evisceration, gore, swearing, slavery, manipulation, ptsd, emotional manipulation, dv, sa, abuse, death, hell, torture, violence, war, fighting, anger, injury, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, guns, police, witchcraft, .

~may be updated later if I think of more that fit~

Please know that I have 14 Active WIPS here (not including the individual stories in The Imperium Chronicles)

MASTER LIST - Updated 4/16

The Imperium Chronicles

NOT STORYLINE

Flash Fiction Friday 3.3.23

3/10/23 - Flash Fiction Friday - Celestial Bodies

April Fool's In Imperium

Meeting Jasper

Moodboards of Characters

Back To The 20's

HISTORICAL

GET TO KNOW MY OC

THE PALACE

CASPERIUS & MARTENIQUE

DARTAN & AMAYA

GRAE & ADALICIA

ASHER & KAYLIN

MARCELLUS & SORINA

DEZ, PHAEDRA, & THINIUS

UFFERN

LEANDRE & YAEL

CASSANDRA & LUCIFER

KARLEN

ADRIEL & ANNABELLA

DELILAH & TALON

PUSTOTA

FUN STUFF

Character Theme Song

OC Name Meaning/Reason Tag

Writing Questions Tag

Characters as Comfort Foods

Fav Character(s) to Write

Magical Objects in Imperium

WIP Drinking Game

Foretelling/Prophecy in My Writing

Government in My Stories

Types of Side Characters

THE ANDROMEDA EFFECT

@the-andromeda-effect - In Greek Mythology Andromeda was sacrificed by her parents to save their kingdom from Poseidon's wrath after her mother offended him, but Perseus saves her from death by a Krackon and takes her to his kingdom to be his Queen. Mircea (Meer-cha) Kalavati wasn't sacrificing his wife to appease a god, or bring peace to his clan, he was doing it to start a war with another. His mistake when he hired Caliban Andros was lying to him about why he wanted her rescued, then killed to look like those who had kidnapped her had done it. Never lie to your hitman. Now, like Perseus to Andromeda, Caliban has rescued Riona Kalavati and something is drawing him to the woman. He will kill to keep her safe, and her husband is going to regret that lie for what remaining life he has left. Now as Adira Andros, she is definitely Caliban's Queen, and his "army" has rallied around her.

BATTLEGROUND OF DREAMS

@battlegroundofdreams

BAYOU WITCHES

@bayouwitches (Heaven & Arthur Shelby belong to @call-sign-shark)

BEHIND THESE MASKS

@behindthesemasks - Melania LaVeau is a professor at LSU in Baton Rouge. She is also the grandaughter of Ambrose Meyers, one of the most powerful men in the country and the daughter of Marie LaVeau...yes THAT Marie LaVeau! Old money, going back to when the Gautier family came over from France to settle in New Orelans, there isn't much that goes on in Louisiana or Mississippi that they don't have their hands in. Meyers Worldwide, a tech conglomerate is a cover for underworld activities that will eventually come to light. What happens when someone decides to cross the most powerful, and immortal, Queen of Voodo and threaten one of her children? Will New Orleans be left standing? If you are a fan of Indiana Jones, Tomb Raider, or The LIbrarians, the story is in the same veign. All of the characters are human, but there are supernatural occurrences around them

BENDING THE LAW

@bendingthelaws - Colin Masterson is the Cook Count State's Attorney. He has been on a mission to take down the head of a Chicago crime conglomerate that is headed by Constantin Rakeovich. Now someone has kidnapped his intern and is sending her back to him in tiny pieces. Is it Constantin? Is it another one of the people that Colin has crossed? Now he and those he trusts are going to have to figure it out before someone else disappears or is hurt. Complicating matters is that his brother, Colton Masterson is Constantin's defense attorney. The brothers have never been close, but in this situation, things take a much darker turn. Will Colton stand by his brother or his client? And what happens when something bigger happens and puts everyone Colin cares about in the crosshairs? If you are a fan of Law & Order, or any of those types of shows, this is much in the same vein and will involve more than just the lawyers. All characters are human. There is no supernatural beings or magic. Some places are going to be fictional, but the main setting is the city of Chicago.

DEVIL IN THE DETAILS

@devil-in-the-details-ay - When Lucifer's daughter Yara gets bored and wants to intern for the Lord of Death, Astaroth, her father agrees. After their first meeting, the Devil changes the plans once more. Deciding to make Yara someone else's problem, she is now to be Astaroth's wife. Navigating this challenge, and those who will come against them both will reveal a lot about each other, and themselves. Is the Princess really as spoiled and entitled as she seems? Is Astaroth really the iceberg incarnate that he seems? Is she even who she believes herself to be? And what happens when someone decides to try to interfere in their relationship?

MAGICAL MISTAKES

@magical-mistakes-vm - Vollrath, the Master Warlock of the local Coven, encounters Mahala (Mah-HAY-lah) preparing to do a ritual on his land. Her mistakes in not being careful in preparations allowed him to find her, but it also set up events in the future that they will need the help of his best friends Baldur and Elmar to deal with. A witch that has no clue what she is and a Master Warlock who is not used to letting people close have to navigate revelations that will change both their lives, and possibly even the Coven. When his brother, Balor, an equally powerful warlock within the Coven who he has been at odds with for years, also shows up and it is clear will be needed, it just adds one more complexity to the situation. Can they all get along to keep each other safe, or will one of them fall to those who are coming against them?

MYSTS OF TIME

@mystsoftime

NIGHTMARE MAGIC

(MAGICAL MISTAKES X BATTLEGROUND OF DREAMS)

@nightmare-magic

PRINCESS OF THIEVES

@princess-of-thieves-id - Princess Inara is set to marry Prince Diyan the next day, a man she has never met or even set eyes on. Ever defiant, that is the last thing she is going to do. Deciding to thwart her father's plans, the Princess slips out of the castle and sets to escape. Little does she know that the Prince's family sent Arik, the Prince's best friend and a trained assassin, to watch over her, fearing more that she would be murdered by enemies rather than escape. One thing that Arik knows is that Diyan doesn't want to marry Inara either, so instead of stopping her, he helps her with a promise to keep her safe if she stays with him. They make it to the next town, which is a port and aboard a vessel that is just preparing to depart in an effort to stay one step ahead of the soldiers now searching for Inara. Unbeknownst them, they have just become stow-aways on a pirate ship. Complicating things further is that Arik and the Captain of the ship are not strangers, and when a romance develops between Inara and Arik and the Captain deciding he would like her for his own, things become even more complicated. Not to mention all three of them are being hunted by multiple kingdoms. Nothing like a quiet day on the sea, right?

SEHNSUCHT RISING

@sehnsuchtrising

Tapperhet

@tapperhet-em - When Princess Meeri's father is deposed by his brother, he believes she was part of the coup, and disowns her as his family flees the country. Lucky for her, she is found by one of the knights she befriended in childhood and is still loyal to her, Einar, before her uncle did. A members of nobility, he and three of his friends spirit her off into hiding where they can plan to figure out who set her up, help her rebuild a life apart from royalty, and decide how to bring about justice. Can the seeming unrequited love of Einar for Meeri turn into more? Or will one of his brothers in arms, cut him off from that possibility? And how close was/is the traitor to Meeri? Sometimes safe isn't as safe as you think...and destiny, it's more than just a lofty ideal. She is a bitch sometimes, and she will find you.

WHILE YOU WAIT

@whileyouwait-dm

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Things get tense in the antique shop...

“There is only one problem, she is no longer here. And not just here as in New Orleans, she is no longer of this Earth.” Armaund stated in a flat affect.

Karlen felt his entire world implode.

“No…no, it can’t be!” Karlen stood and his face became hard, his back straightening, and his posture aggressive. The men were lying to him, he knew it. His eyes began to shift to a golden whiskey color as his intense stare alternated between Armaund and Jean Pierre. “I know she said she was going somewhere she wasn’t sure I’d be able to find her, but you’re lying. She is not dead. I will NOT,” his hand slammed into the table open palm, causing both the other men to flinch back in shock at the resounding boom that echoed off the lathe and plaster walls, “believe that she is dead. WILL. NOT. Now, tell me where she is, or I will find out on my own.” By the time that he finished, his voice was a growl, and there was a muscle ticking on his jaw.

Armaund looked up at Jean Pierre, this was not the reaction they had quite anticipated. After having talked with Gail before she left and even Anna, devastation was more in line with what had been expected. But, it seemed the prince did know Gail, and was determined to find her. It was time for their slight misdirection to end.

“My husband does not lie,” Jean Pierre said plainly. “He did not say she was dead. He said she was no longer of the Earth. Which she is not.” His head tilted to the side, with a slight inclination. “She is safe, and she is alive. You understand that those of us who have been protecting her could not allow just anyone to learn of her location. She does not remember your name, but Your Majesty, I knew from our first meeting who you were.” A wry smile formed on the immortal male’s face.

“Then stop fucking around and tell me where she is, or take me there. The longer you delay, the shorter my patience for this bullshit gets.” Karlen was ready to call upon his brother’s soldiers if need be to force the two in front of him to tell him where she was. He would do it. He would search to the end of creation, never had he been this close in three centuries.

“There is one problem, sire.” Armaund swallowed. “You will have to set aside your title and all benefits from it to go where she is. There is another you will have to bow to, and she does not take kindly to be challenged. Pull that explosive reaction there and you will be put on your ass, if you’re lucky. If not, Kellen will be negotiating for your resurrection.” He took a deep breath, how did Abriella deal daily with demons and not obliterate them. They were such babies.

“Excuse me?”

“Sit.” Jean Pierre now sounded like the one in charge. He too was not going to tolerate more outbursts. Once Karlen had, he too again took a seat. “She is not within the human realm, and where she is has royalty that does not tolerate such behavior and will not care who your brother is if you act like that.”

“Where?”

“Imperium.” Armaund responded this time and loved watching the color drain from the demon’s face. Oh, lovely, he’d heard of it and the spectacular woman who ruled it. “Any more questions?” There was a bit of a smirk on the immortal’s face now.

“Why is she there? You said she’s safe?” Karel was now completely confused. What in the nine hells was Sophia doing in IMPERIUM of all realms. The one where his brother held now sway, if not the exact opposite. What would happen when the found out who she was to him?

“She is a dear friend of the Queen, who is going to have one of her other friends try and help her find you. Imagine that. Your Sophia is also very dear to the two of us and one of our friends who is in Imperium with her. She is quite safe. As long as you relinquish title and standing for the time you are in Imperium, there will be no issue.” Had Karlen been from any other realm, but Uffern, it would be different. However, the realms had been at war in the past and Armaund knew that if Karlen tried to walk in there as a Crowne Prince, that it would not go well and might end up with him in the stockade. All that would do was cause Gail more upset.

“I would die for her, my title and standing in any court mean nothing if she is that close and I cannot reach her. What do I need to do in order to be seen by the Queen and King? I will do it now.” Karlen didn’t even hesitate. His crown had never done anything for him in Uffern but make his life a pain in the ass dealing with Korben and Persephone. Kellen and Calliope were the only two sane ones.

Jean Pierre was impressed, he had expected Karlen to try to bargain, but this was almost too easy. He wasn’t sure he believed it, but he knew Abriella would see through any deception in a second. “Wait here. I will go talk to Abriella. Armaund, please see to our guests needs while I am gone.” His husband nodded to him. He knew he would, but he wanted Karlen wondering what was going on.

In an instant Jean Pierre was in the reception area of the Palace in Imperium. He waited, knowing a guard would soon appear to see who arrived and what they wanted. He was not disappointed when Thenasus wandered in, full gear, looking surprised to see the immortal Grigori standing there. “Is something wrong on Earth?” The demonic nephilim’s eyes narrowed in question.

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