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calisources · 1 month

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on these meme make references to royal balls, medieval ballrooms or regency, basically set during any period drama. You can change names, pronouns, titles and more as you see fit. Most of these were taken from different source materials found via google search. This meme makes references to masquerades, royal dances and partners.

Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.

Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.

Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

Masks reveal. They don’t conceal. Masks reveal your cravings, your passion, your deepest most secret desires.

It was you. I know it was you.

Look at me, Kia! Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not her.

And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?

I don't like to hear you talk about yourself that way. Your scars do not define you, young lady. Your action do.

All the ladies must dress the same and the men have to find their partners. It’s a game of sorts.

Even the smallfolk have their own version of the ball, at the steps of the castle.

Swoon, Dora. Every young woman deserves to swoon over the love of her life.

Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?

A masquerade could have been a beautiful dance.

Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely... Completely wonderful.

Each finds a partner, and upon the bell, we must change partner until we find the one we came to be. . .or the one we desire.

It has been a while since you gave me the honor to dance with you.

If the princess is not too occupied, I would wish for a dance, perhaps?

The Queen and King have to open the ball but the King is gone. No mind, I shall be in his place.

Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.

If we want our men to dance, we have to inspire them.

But with something more, something bigger, something that will give them a reason to want to dance.

But when balls are held for pleasure, They're the balls that I like best.

Will you be my princess for the Ball?

Keeping pushing, Andrei, and you and I are going to play a game.

Nothing like a ball to cheer a nation, give the old lords wine and the young boys the opportunity to find a nice woman and everyone shows up.

Where are you taking me? The ball hasn’t ended.

Royals is like a beautiful, broken angel: hard to look at, but utterly impossible to turn away from.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

How many dances is one allowed before people begin to whisper?

You cannot behave like a brute. It is my duty to dance with every suitor. I am their princess.

I do not recognize you, my lord? Are you from these lands?

It is bad luck to steal a princess.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

There is nothing quite like dancing in the moonlight. It sets your soul on fire and your heart aflutter.

The beauty of a ball is not just in its grandeur, but in the connections it sparks, the emotions it stirs, and the hopes it ignites.

Just keep your eyes on me. No one else here matters.

I shall keep dancing with you until you stop being stubborn and go speak with me. Or you rather have people whisper?

The princess looks beautiful tonight, does she not?

Father, please, you must dance as well. Your dull looks are making people bored.

You promised me a dance when you were better. Are you?

I've loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we've been together and every time we've been apart.

I can feel people's eyes on me.

Every time I walk into a ballroom, I know they are comparing me to Daphne.

You both get to choose your passions and adventures, while my beloved is chosen by me. And now I must join them for a dance.

Are you planning on running away when the clock strikes midnight?

If you do wish to go away, I know a spot, secluded enough.

You wish for me to go with you, alone, unchaperoned. I am a maiden, my lord.

Aye, but I am no lord, sweet maiden. And these masks allow us some privacy.

This is my last chance to find a match on my own accord. If I don’t. The King will do it for me and I would rather not.

I'm only a girl, not a princess.

Believe me - they're all looking at you.

They're all looking at you.

You are requested and required to present yourself to your king.

I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit But, if it does--will you take me as I am?

It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.

How charming, how perfectly charming.

When I go back, they will try to pair me off with a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for advantage.

Oh. Well, whose advantage would this marriage be of?

I hope you don't find our kingdom too confining.

I am. An apprentice monarch. Still learning my trade.

Our prince seems quite taken with her.

She went straight for him. You have to appreciate her efficiency.

Walk into the room knowing you are the best. Shoulders back, chin up. Their attitudes will totally change.

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams.

The ball is about to come to an end, and you have yet not told me your name.

I thought we agreed we would remain strangers.

I’m afraid my true identity would put you in danger.

Have you ever been kissed by a stranger at the end of a ball? If not, let me be the first.

Put him on all the invitation lists, he's a divine dancer.

I’m afraid I’m more used to swordfight than ballroom.

You will ruin your pretty gown, princess. I would not wish to step on your toes.

Silly, I am a great dancer, no one ever steps on my toes.

No. Let them dance. Interrupting would cause a scandal.

One of these men will be my husband one day. What a thought.

The art of husband seeking at it’s peak, during royal ball season.

Maiden beware, a gentleman can become a beast when the bell strikes.

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #ballroom meme #royal ball meme #royal dance meme #masquerade meme

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my-fortnite-blog · 2 years

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Their aim sucks, even more than mine xD!

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reniadeb · 2 years

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👑 @reniadeb 👑

#meme #funny #memes #platty joobs #platty jubes #platinum jubilee #queen #queen's jubilee #mugs hot #british vs american #british memes #growing up british #just british things #british #british royal fandom #british royal family #queen elizabeth #dancing queen

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jmars-art · 2 months

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Practice sketches for Our beloved King Magnifico 👑💛

I've fallen for this cute king recently 🥰 💞 How he could be just like a disney princess when singing "This is the Thanks I Get!?" among the armour suits! And the way he plays with his staff just like a child having fun... He totally called my attention all along in the movie! These are some sketches I practice drawing him, one in the way I draw disney characters and the other in my realistic style! It was so hard to draw a cute, strong, bold, brave man! But I'm glad I did it~ There are still so many cuteness of King Magnifico in the film that I want to draw! And the fact that disney didn't get the story perfect also makes me have so many ideas for him now 😂 That's why I never get art block, there are just so many to work on for my original stories and for those my fav characters who would keep coming into my life-

And I couldn't help it- I had been brainwashed by the toothless dance meme when I was doing this practice sketch, I gotta get this idea drawn 😆 Btw that green dragon is the forbidden magic itself from the Book of Spells.

I want to draw more of him and Queen Amaya as well! I love this royal couple-a cute king and a tender queen, and the cute couple vibe between them so much 🩷 I'd also love to see how they would have been- an evil royal couple, maybe like a Team evil queen and the magic mirror? 👑🎭 That must be interesting to draw too!

Just so many ideas popped up in my head after I watched the movie. I have a feeling this year is going to be for King Magnifico too 🫶

#wish #disney wish #disney #king magnifico #wish magnifico #magnifico #queen amaya #wish amaya #amaya

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sotwk · 5 months

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About This Recommended Fics List:

All the Tolkien fanfics in this list meet the following qualifications:

Fandom: All-inclusive Tolkien (LotR, Hobbit, Silm, RoP) Type: One-shot Length: approx. 1,000-6,000 words Ship/Pairing: Any, including OCs and Reader Inserts Rating: G or PG-13 Content: No excessive angst, violence, or death. No unresolved stress. Happy endings only!

Disclaimer: I (@sotwk) have not personally screened all of these fics for their content. There may be triggers. Please read descriptions, take responsibility for your own media consumption, and observe the Golden Rule: Don't Like, Don't Read!

Link sources are either Tumblr or Ao3. Some Ao3 works are locked to registered users only.

This list of comfort fics is a collaboration and compiled through the recommendations of Readers. Thank you to everyone who contributed!

This remains a work in progress, and I will continue to accept recommendations. Please send them via DM, Ask, or Reblog. We need more, please!

Last updated: 1/23/2024

THE LORD OF THE RINGS

Aragorn

Hush Now by @entishramblings

Mirage @sileastral

Boromir

You’re the one who’s calling me to heaven by @cauliflowertree

A Shield Against the Snow by @scyllas-revenge

A Thief in the Night by @scyllas-revenge

The Floor Is Molasses by @scyllas-revenge

Anything But This by @minaturefics

Elrohir

Just a Little Longer by @theelvenhaven

Elrond

The Weft Between the World by Antarctica_or_bust

Eomer

Alive and Alight by @minaturefics

Fair Enough by @middleearthpixie

Wildest Dreams by @scyllas-revenge

Blue Moon by @epilogue-and-prologue/@absentmindeduniverse

Eowyn

An Idiot's Guide to Gift-Giving by @scyllas-revenge

Faramir

Wrong Conclusions by @minaturefics

Frodo

Arda University by @lady-of-imladris

Over Joy by PurpleProsaist

Gandalf

Days for which they sit and wait by BloodwingBlackbird

Gimli

Mahal's Gift by @lemonsprite

Haldir

Unfairness by @errruvande

Serenade by @glassgulls

Three Weeks on the Nimrodel by @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

Legolas

Sending Memes by @ironmandeficiency

Elucidative by @shrubdaddy

Winter Forest by @wordbunch

The Cruel Nature of the World by @entishramblings

What Haunts Your Heart by @entishramblings

Lindir

Bottled Up by @heilith

Merry [Seeking recommendations!]

Pippin [Seeking recommendations!]

Samwise

Better Company by @wordbunch

Let Met Take You Dancing by RaisingCaiin

THE HOBBIT

Bilbo

Primary Sources by bunn (@cycas)

Why Hobbits Eat So much by Madkat89

Fili

Sweets by @blairsanne

Lost My Way by @lathalea

Kili

Sapphires by @lathalea

Catch Her by a_daydreaming_writer

Porridge by @fili-urzudel

Insecurities by @bookworm-with-coffee

Tauriel

Royal Jar Opener, Reporting for Duty by @unendingwanderlust

Heavenly Inferno by midearthwritings

The Pairing Ceremony by dumbassunderthemountain

You Are My Happy Place by SmartassUndertheMountain

Liantë by WritingsOfAHobbit

Thorin

In The Woods of Ered Luin by @enchantzz

A Long Lost Home by @babe-bombadil

Dead End by @fizzyxcustard

The Arrival by @lathalea

Strong by @lathalea

Thranduil

Nothing by @entishramblings

Goodnight by @heilith

Under A Starless Sky by My_Marvel_Musings and RinzlersGhost

THE SILMARILLION

Finrod

here, at the end of all things by Dalliansss

Glorfindel

Warmth by @on-a-hill-by-the-sea

Stay the Night by @theelvenhaven

Golden by molerein

THE RINGS OF POWER

Elrond

My shadows by @thesolarangel

Dating shy Elrond by @thesolarangel

Perfectly Proper by @wordbunch

Haladriel

Stay by @scriberated

Covered in Colours by myfavouritelunatic

It’s the Last Thing I Wanted (It’s the First Thing I Do) by Helholden

Stay by @scriberated

Covered in Colours by myfavouritelunatic

It’s the Last Thing I Wanted (It’s the First Thing I Do) by Helholden

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#tolkien fanfiction #fanfiction #comfort fic #fanfic rec #fic rec list #tolkien fic rec #lotr fanfiction #lotr #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #silmarillion #silm fanfic #rop #rings of power #rop fanfiction

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yourlocaltreesimp · 7 months

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*insert And Another One meme*

Can I. Request a yandere chain with a reader who gifts them flowers just because they can? Or like, them just subtly courting the chain for a change? (minus wind, who they just flat out spoils because he's babey even though he's a gremlin)

And when I say court, I mean like in ways that they're probably not familiar with? Like, the reader makes up a bs excuse about needing their help to see if they can still sing because then rusty, and then singing love songs to them but it's in a language they can't recognize?

Or like, doing tasks for them? Basically acts of service, since that's an old way of courting from my country that can be easily mistaken for them being helpful, but they're just generally more careful and going above and beyond what's asked for them?

- altumsomnum (forgot to add it in the other asks lmao)

Ofc, ofc I think I miss understood the prompt, but take this in case!

TW:ok well there’s some obsession and yandere as expected, blood mentione

Oh how the mighty fall

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’d recently found yourself in quite the predicament. Not necessarily a bad one… Just, odd. Long letters of prose and poetry sealed with royal blue wax from Warriors carefully dancing around his plans to stab the others and run off with you. Quiet afternoons curled up as Sky plays you music keeping you safe and distracted as the others slit the throat of the merchant that insulted you. Ranting to Four about whatever interest snagged your mind, he’d listen for hours at your every beck and call, no matter if the sentiment wasn’t returned. Strolling around villages with Time, knowing you’re safest at his side though you didn’t know how deep their feelings went, they’d do anything at your order. Twilight teaching you how to ride a horse, sharing what knowledge he knew you’d benefit from but also so you wouldn’t be near the fight. Fresh hot meals and deserts from Wild, with some added ingredients to let you sleep so they deal with business. Reading with Hyrule in a calm clearing, uninterrupted by the others but he knows the more time you spend together, the easier it’ll be when he steals you away. Sparring with Legend, finally free to move and fight as the others do as he gauges your strength to see how hard you can fight back.

You supposed the real question was why? You didn’t do anything odd or particularly of note. In comparison to the other options they had (there were none, as if anyone could pretend they held light to your sheer divinity) you felt dim by comparison. Sure, you wanted their affection (you already had them, so much blood has been spilled in your name, their reason for living is found within your company) but between yourself and the incarnation of a goddess fool to think she’s worthy of comparison you didn’t know what prompted their behaviour. It was only until you caught a passing conversation from a village girl to her friend that you realised your fatal mistake. This wasn’t Earth. Looking back on your behaviours you felt embarrassed. You’d spent hours reading and writing poetry with Warriors when you found his passion in it. You didn’t question the blush on his cheeks when you read his poetry on love- you knew he loved the romance novels. You asked Sky to play his harp when you were doing chores and even got in the habit of singing softly when you found yourself willing. You turned a blind eye to the look of sheer endearment and adoration when you looked up from whatever you busied yourself with. You’d listened to Four go on and on about the Minish after he found their numbers dwindled in the future. He’d cried, you held him, he went on and on about each and every tiny detail of his journey, pouring his heart out in a way that he was only ever used to doing when split. You welcomed him with open arms the next time he asked if you could talk. You ran whatever errands with Time that he asked, knowing his aversion to such large crowds with no company. You thought the silent agreement to stick with one another in busy cities was forged in the mistrust of the environment you found yourself surrounded with, not out of any further attraction. You entertained the idea of learning to ride a horse to get closer with the group, bridge the gap the lay between you. You didn’t catch Twilight as he noted how quickly you caught on, how easily you’d adapt to Ordon, especially with your compassion. You helped Wild with the cooking mainly because you wanted to be useful, but from what you’ve seen, he always managed to make simple tasks entertaining. He, meanwhile, was falling over himself at the fact that someone is willing to help him, let alone out of the goodness of their heart, let alone you who he’d lay down lives for. Reading with Rulie so you could learn a little more about their lives and culture as he saw you preparing to live out the rest of your days in the Hyrules. Asking Leg for help fighting because you knew he’d be the only one who wouldn’t hold back, while he enjoyed being closer with you, having the excuse to finally be near you without any glares. Looking back, you see why they acted as they did.

BONUS:

In long and short, the chain did a lot for you, for your affections. And it really began to bother you that they never accepted anything in return. They never took thanks, for it is what was ‘expected’ of courting, and yet you felt as if there was more to be done. And so, you decided on a plan. You’d simply have to be stubborn. It was rewarding to see blushes tinting their cheeks as they read the letters you’d written for them in turn. Watching their eyes light up as you goth them all jewellery, tokens that they treasured more than anything Hylia had given them. Finding excuses to take them all on dates and seeing their hearts squeeze.

#linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #yandere linked universe #link x reader #link x you #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #x reader #yandere link x reader #firreplies #fir’s library

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oh-nostalgiaa · 3 months

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Writing Prompt Masterlist, Part Five

Masterlist of Writing Prompt Masterlists

The Prompts

28 Days of Smut Prompts

50 Dialogue Prompts, Part Two

50 Vague Angsty + Hurt / Comfort Dialogue Prompts

50 Ways to Say I Hate You Prompts

79 Dialogue Prompts

After the Kiss Response Prompts

And They Were Roommates Prompts

Angst Prompts for All Your Heartbreak Needs

Angsty Dialogue Prompts

Angsty Sentence Starter Prompts

Arranged Matrimony for Royalty Prompts

Baby, It's Cold Outside Prompts

Best Friends to Lovers Prompts

Bubbly + Reserved Romance Dialogue Prompts

Childhood Exes to Lovers Prompts

Childhood Friends to Lovers (Reuniting & Reigniting) Prompts

Chilly Winter Prompts

Christmas Pick-Up Lines Sentence Starter Prompts

Comforting Sentence Starter Prompts

Confrontation Prompts

Dancing in the Rain Prompts

Death Prompts That Tore My Heart Apart

December Prompts

Defending the Right to Not Say Prompts

Dire Situations Prompts

Emotional Hurt / Comfort Prompts

Emotional Starters to Kick You in the Feelings Prompts

Extremely Self-Indulgent Prompts

Fan x Celebrity Prompts

Fluffy Moments Prompts

Gestures to Get You on Your Knees Prompts

Hand Touching Prompts

Heartbreak Sentence Starter Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Dialogue Prompts, Part II

Hurt / Comfort Dialogue Prompts, Part III

Hurt and Comfort Dialogue Prompts

I Love You Prompts

Injured & Healers Prompts

January Prompts

Kiss Sentence Starter Prompts

Love Languages - Quality Time Prompts

Magic Fatigue / Exhaustion / Overuse Prompts

Meaningful Gestures Prompts

Modern Royalty AU Prompts

More Break-Up Dialogue Prompts

More Sick Prompts

More Teasing Dialogue Prompts

Mostly Angsty Drabble Prompts

Non-verbal Starter Prompts

Noticing / Being Noticed Prompts

One True Pairing Moments Prompts

Other Ways to Say I Love You Starter Prompts

Pain is Weakness Leaving the Body Prompts

Physical Contact Starter Prompts

Pillow Thoughts Prompts

Post-Breakup AU Prompts

Prompt List #1

Prompt List #2

Prompt List #3

Prompt Set 2

Prompt Set 3

Prompt Set 7

Prompt Set 8

Prompt Set 10

Prompt Set 18

Prompt Set 25

Prompts for Angsty Conversations

Prompts for Characters Who Are Slowly Falling in Love

Question Sentence Starter Prompts

Random Angsty Sentence Starter Prompts

Reunion After Physical Trauma Prompts

Romantic Date Dialogue Prompts

Roommates to Lovers (Who Are Scared to Confess) Prompts

Royal Arranged Marriage Dialogue Prompts

Royalty Dialogue Prompts

Royalty Forced Marriage to Actual Lovers Prompts

Scenarios with Undertones of Tension Prompts

Seduction Starter Prompts

Send a Number to Do X With Prompts

Set the Scene Prompts

Sexy / Suggestive Dialogue Prompts

Sinful Sentence Prompts

Six Word Sentence Starter Prompts

Softer Shippy Prompts

Spending Time Together Prompts

Super Soft Intimacy Prompts

Symbol Meme Starter Prompts

Tearful Goodbye Prompts

Teasing Prompts

Tired / Exhausted / Feeling Very Weak Starter Prompts

Tol & Smol Prompts

Valentine Interactions Prompts

Valentine's Day Prompts

Where to Land Prompts

Whump Dialogue Prompts

Words of Love Prompts

Worried Sentence Starter Prompts

Year of the OTP 2023 Prompts

#masterlist #prompts #writing #writing prompts

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lanterns-and-daydreams · 15 days

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✨INTRODUCTION ✨

Hello, love! Welcome to my blog!

Name: 8-1-13-14-1-8

(Hint: corresponding letter!)

Age: O

(Hint: corresponding number!)

Favourite color: Blood Red and Emerald Green

Current occupation: Grayson Hawthorne's wife <3

Pronouns: she/her

I love-> reading, drawing, listening to music, poetry, writing stories, glitter, cats (my favourite breed are ragamuffins), cat memes, Grayson Hawthorne, Cardan Greenbriar, puzzles, riddles, mysteries in general, sunsets, sunrises, forests, the smell of books, pens, paper, violins, ballerinas, stars, the moon, creepypasta, anything related to space and a lot, LOT, more

Some facts about me:

I hate mushy foods

I know a lot of useless facts about random things

I refuse to approach new people but end up doing it anyway because I can't telepathically make them talk to me first

My favourite word is Decay (🔪)

I wanna learn how to play the violin and the piano

I wanna learn how to do the waltz and ballet

I really like photography

I can do traditional dances

Im Pakistani

It makes me very happy when cats look at me

I have licked copper sulphate before

No, i didnt go to the hospital

I love sweets and red velvet cake

I wanna live in Edinburgh

I can slay a winged eyeliner and I'm proud of it

I love mehndi (henna)

I love painting my nails

I can speak Urdu, English, Sindhi, and Punjabi and a lil bit of Spanish

Books I've read: The Folk of the Air series, The Inheritance Games series, Legacy of gods, Throne of Glass series, the grishaverse, the cat and mouse duet, City of Bones series, How to Kill a Mockingbird, Twilight, The Song of Achillies, Red, White and Royal Blue, Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, Trials of Apollo, Camp Jupiter Classified, The Silent Patient, Once Upon A Broken Heart, The Hunger Games, and many many more

Books I'm going to read: A good girl's guide to murder, The Darkverse, Light lark, Powerless, Caraval series, The Empyrean series, Immortal Dark, I Fell In Love With Hope, every other Rinaverse book, Zodiac Academy, Shatter Me and a bajillion more <3

Tagging:

@never-enough-novels (Bhaavya, my first mutual and one of my best and favourite friends <3. Ilysm, girl)

@hearthown (Vivi, my absolute favourite person, I love your blog, and I love that we're friends. My other best and favourite friend. Ilysm <3)

@shuhuaspookie (ARIA ILYSM YOURE ADORABLE AND I ENJOY OUR TALKS AND I LOVE WHEN YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DAY AND I HOPE WE STAY FRIENDS FOR A LOOOONGGGG TIME. LOVE YOUR CAT MEMES)

@f4iry-bell (SNI, DARLING, IT'S SO FUN TALKING TO YOU AHHHHHHH. LOVE THAT IM YOUR POOKIE, YOURE ALSO ONE OF MY FAV MUTUALS)

@berryzxx (mf ur fics are live laugh love. First muslim moot, Ilysmmmmm)

@ilov3b00kss0much (Sunny, hi! It's so nice knowing you, and I would love to get to know you more!)

Additionally: Hajirah! Hi! Can't tag you, but I would also love to get to know you more! Absolutely love that you reached out to me

Tagging people I'd like to get to know/get to know better:

@lyrakanefanatic @reminiscentreader @sophiesonlinediary @reyna-obsessed @mafiasliege @x-liv25 @riddles-n-games @nqds @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @pink-mask-06

Divider: courtesy of @cafekitsune

#Intro post

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year

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UNNIEEEEE I'M SO PROUD OF YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERSSS, I LOVE YA NANCY! So for my two words, I gotta stick with the memes

Eddie, Roof and Sexy

Eddie x best friend! female! Reader

w.c: 1.6k

Warnings: NO MINORS gtfo you little shits, go on GIT! smut, outdoor sex

The heat of the hail damaged tin roof stung at your bare shoulder as you rolled over from the blanket. Eddie’s body heavy against yours as his large hands wrapped around the small of your back, coaxing the sweat stuck tank top up your body, exposing your chest.

The late summer winds, muggy and dense, clung through the air as the lightening bugs flitted past your heads. The cicadas already long finished with their mating song for the night—mosquitos out for midnight snacking hours.

You were certain the neighbors could see, thirty pack of Miller High Life or not, and nascar highlights blaring on their outdoor tv, they could still see your silhouettes colliding together on the roof of the Munson trailer.

It started out innocent, as all things with Eddie did. “Do you trust me?” The charming little bastard had a smile that could kill, demon grin on a cherub face, the perfect combination. Everytime Eddie had started with those words it never ended well. His idea last summer of skinny dipping in Lover’s Lake on the 4th of July ended with you both having the embarrassing ride home in Hopper’s police vehicle as he hounded you on indecent exposure charges. Or when you were pre teens and Eddie promised he could drive but ended up backing Wayne’s truck into the line of the trailer park mailboxes, watching them tumble over like dominos. Wayne was pissed and you forfeited your piggy bank over to help Eddie pay for the damages. Or a few months ago when you had graduated and after getting his diploma, Eddie decided to show the crowd full of tearful parents and anxious grads to be, the white of his ass after flipping Principal Higgins the bird.

He was reckless and insubordinate. A royal grade A pain in the ass. But he was your best friend and no matter how ridiculous his shenanigans were you never said no. So tonight when he asked you to scale the teetering ladder he stole from the Pickley’s shed to climb atop the roof to eat spaghetti-o’s and listen to Metallica, you had no idea it would spark the sexual tension fireworks that had been building for years.

The weed didn’t help, you always felt a little more relaxed and a tiny bit horny when you smoked. And Eddie? He was always horny, always handsy but not in a perverted way, just a mouthy fucker. So it came as no surprise when you were leaned back into arms, joint snug against your lips, Eddie plucking it out and tilting your chin up to him, lips ghosting over yours, as he whispered, “do you trust me?”

A smirk dances across your face as you snuggle into the crook of his arm reaching a hand up to his face and pulling him down gently to you. His lips brush yours as the sweetest kiss falls between you both. He smelled like weed and the musk of his shitty knock off cologne. He tasted like the cheap tomato sauce in spaghetti o’s and the slight hint of spearmint gum. Your body is suddenly hungry for him, needing him deep inside you. He lays you down, shoulders skidding against the heat of the roof. The denim of your cutoff shorts rubbing against his jeans, creating a friction that made your core throb. Eddie licked into your mouth, soft moans slipping out as his hands shakily worked your tank top further and further up your chest.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he kissed along the slant of your neck, hands gripped tight on your tits as he finger rolled your nipples. You arch your back into him, shoving his mouth against your body, starving for the wet pool of his tongue to lap against your skin. Thank God the trailer park lights went out years ago. And thank God the City of Hawkins never found the time or money to replace it.

Eddie kisses his way down your body, tongue flicking against the sweat of your skin, tugging slightly at the button on your shorts as he slides them off your hips, throwing them, like a jackass, off the roof and into the tall grass behind the trailer. “Oops,” his face looks sheepish as he realizes what he did. You roll your eyes and push his head into your panties, relishing in the jut of his nose against your sensitive bud. Moaning against the heel of Eddie’s hand as he finger hooks your panties and yanks them down slowly, he lets out a gasp as your soaked panties cling to your pussy. “You’re so sexy… should have done this sooner.” He murmurs, eyes locked on yours as he dives into your folds; lapping, sucking, and spitting on your drenched cunt. His thick fingers are tugging at the plush of your hips, gripping your thighs out wider and wider as his tongue strokes around your clit. Your high comes embarrassingly quick, your fingernails scratching at his skull pulling his hair like an old lady pulling weeds in a garden. The guttural moans you are eliciting are louder than life, Eddie purrs into your cunt sopping up your juices as he sucks on your clit.

When you can’t handle it anymore you nudge him off of you, squeezing your thighs together to let the pressure build up. Eddie sits on his heels, coaxing you up and on his lap, your soaked pussy drenching his jeans as his hard cock jumps against the zipper. You kiss him deeply, lips sticky with your arousal as you nip at his earlobes. The neck of his shirt in your grip as you yank it over his head. His curls falling against his fading sunburnt shoulders. He holds you close against him, bodies slick with sweat as he paints the inside of your mouth with his tongue.

Many things go unnoticed when you’re just friends. Like the way his muscles in his broad shoulders move as his hands caress your back. The plumpness of his pillowy lips, delicately kissing your neck as you pull away for a quick breath. The softness of his hair as you twirl it into your fingers, the honeyed muddy silk bouncing back into place as you release it.

He shimmies his jeans past his knees as your pussy slots against his cock, rocking your hips against him. “I need you,” you moan into his ear. He lifts his hips and lays you down again, this time making sure to get you on the blanket. He places an arm on your side as he slips his boxers off. Your right leg curls around his hip, his hand running down the length of your leg grabbing onto the flesh of your hip. His eyes are colossal and full of lust, as he stares into you. Before he can ask, you answer for him, “I trust you.”

Eddie’s ruddy tip rubs between the slick of your folds, both of you moaning into each other's mouths at the ecstasy inducing sensation. He slides his thick cock into you, slowly at first kissing you sweetly as your pussy engulfs him inch by inch. He’s bigger than anyone you’d been with. Thicker than you could even imagine. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the stretch is almost too much, your fingers digging into Eddie’s taut back as he pushes into you, his eyes searching for face for the okay to keep going. You nod an approval as he slips deeper into your velvet folds. You pant out for him as he sinks to the hilt. Moaning his name as he pumps slowly into you, Eddie whispers into your ear, “you’re so perfect baby, fuck tight little pussy t-mmm taking me so good.”

You're a whimpering mess beneath him as he hikes your thigh higher up his waist. He reached between you and rubs around your clit. The lewd noises of him slamming against your wet pussy echo across the trailer park. The moon shines against the sheen of sweat trickling down his body as he brings your leg up against his shoulder, the new angle makes his dick thrust into your spongey g spot. Explicits leave your tongue as your orgasm creeps across your body, you’re almost there. “Eddie, I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

He slams into you harder, his sack slapping heavy against your ass. His fingers dig into your plushy thighs as ropes of his hot cum fill you up, you’re not far behind him as your high peaks. Sending a rippling of pleasure from your hair follicles to the tips of your toes. Eddie continues to fuck into you slowly as he softens, hissing as your combined cum leaks from your throbbing pussy. Eddie lays his full weight on you, too high and too weak to move as your ragged breaths teeter down to normal. Not even in your wildest dreams did you imagine sex with Eddie could be so passionate. “Stay with me,” he whispers into your ear, kissing it lightly as he roles off of you and onto his back. His hair cascading wildly around him.

“‘course,” you answer. You and Eddie spend the night on the roof, talking and giggling as you smoke more weed and fuck into the earlier morning hours, orgasm timed perfectly with the sunrise. Waking to the familiar hacking cough of Wayne Munson as he steps outside for his morning cigarette. “Eddie,” you hiss.

“Hmm?” He groans as he wipes drool from his chin, “what’s wrong?”

“Wayne was home the whole time!?” you whisper yell, throwing your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“Fuck, I didn’t tell you that?”

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie x best friend reader #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x f!reader #Eddie x bestfriend #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n smut #eddie x y/n #Eddie x Fem! reader

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lpsgirl109 · 3 months

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You know I enjoy tiktok as a place to post stupid memes and silly animatics and me dancing around with my dinosaur mask, but when you actually try to post a genuine take on something, you'll be met with some of the dumbest motherfuckers alive. I remember someone made a post calling out the ableism in WCUE, and how people on that game will tell disabled cats they can't be warriors and it's too unrealistic and shit like that. And I made a response saying how a mentality like that is a result of the books themselves, because the series constantly teaches children that disabled people are incapable of doing the same jobs able bodied people can. That then leads to people in rps and rp games fully believing that the books are right, and thinking it's 'against the rules' or 'unrealistic' for disabled cats to be anything other than medicine cats or elders. I then went on to bring up WoF as an example of a series that doesn't really do that. WoF is def not perfect when it comes to disabled rep, but it handles disabled characters far better than Warriors. Many of the RainWings think Tamarin is weird or incapable of helping in the royal challenge, but you're never supposed to agree with them. She then goes on beat the flower challenge in like record time, proving that she is in fact just as skilled as the other dragons. Whiteout being neurodivergent is something that is absolutely essential to who she is as a person. The second she starts acting "normally," it's not seen as a relief, it's seen as a cause for alarm. Arctic enchanting her condition away isn't treated as a good thing, it's a violation to Whiteout, a horrible thing he does to her. This is largely why you don't see a lot of ableism in WoF games or WoF rps, because the books aren't hammering it into children's skulls that being disabled means you're not as skilled as able bodied people, and you can't do the same tasks as them. You rarely see people saying shit like "disabled dragons can't be soldiers, disabled dragons can't be queens." I'm sure it still happens, but not to the extent of the warrior cats fandom, because WoF has several disabled characters who are shown to be just as capable as everyone else

I then received multiple comments saying "But Tui wrote warriors!! She wrote warrior cats!! She's responsible for all the ableism in warrior cats!!" I'll just let you decide why that's a piss poor response

#warrior cats #warrior cats ultimate edition #wcue #wings of fire #wof

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storyofmychoices · 8 months

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Go on, feel it 😏

The always wonderful @weetlebeetle has indulged me yet again with this latest Mal x Daenarya art! I'm Daenarya's just having a lot of feelings about Mal's armor still. This latest commission is inspired by these two memes [one, two].

There may be a silly drabble below the cut based on this.

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Go on, feel it 😏

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!MC) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow II Word Count: <400 Rating: Teen, it's them A/N: I'm not sure where this fits in right now, I'm setting it in my original universe even though it's based on Blades 2 armor. Once I see how Mal and Daenarya are after they reunite I will figure out how this fits into things.

Synopsis: Mal makes an offer Daenarya can't refuse.

Located in a small town just beyond the border of the royal city of White Tower, a rustic tavern can be found waiting to embrace weary travelers or those seeking a night to remember, or perhaps, one to forget.

The tavern's weathered wooden beams whispered secrets of travelers long past. The laughter of tales of yesterday echoed in the timeworn surface of the tables where tankards of frothy ale stood to witness the many toasts and moments of camaraderie that filled the air. Tonight, it played host to two well-known adventurers seeking a moment to get lost with one another.

The soft, amber glow of flickering candles bathed the room in a gentle, honeyed-colored light, casting warm shadows that danced in the recesses of the room.

Mal swaggered back to their table, drinks in hand, his new armor leaving his sculpted biceps fully exposed. The glow of the tavern light only accentuated them further, glistening off the smooth surface of his tanned skin. He noticed Daenarya watching closely, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Like what you see?" Mal raised an eyebrow challengingly as he placed their drinks down.

Daenarya sipped her ale, her gaze narrowing on him. "Definitely."

Mal stifled a chuckle and puffed out his chest. He curled his forearm inward, flexing his thick muscles, showing off his impressive strength. "Go on, feel it," he urged, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"Don't mind if I do." Daenarya chewed the corner of her lower lip between her teeth as she rose from her seat to meet him. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as her hands skimmed over the contours of his well-formed chest. Her touch was gentle as she cupped his pectoral muscles, giving them her undivided attention.

His bravado faltered beneath her touch. He should have known better, but that's what he liked about her. She always challenged him.

His gaze locked with hers, their eyes darkening as they met. "I take it that it's to your liking?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed. "Very much so."

His flexing arm fell to his side as he swept her into a deep dip, kissing the smirk of satisfaction off her face.

As the two parted, their gaze lingered together a moment longer before they erupted into shared laughter. It would definitely be a night to remember as all nights together usually were.

And because I couldn't settle on the background, have one more... Daenarya just can't keep her hands to herself, no matter where they are.

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 1 month

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"Goop" is a good, self aware name, it pokes fun at itself. A bored rich lady can buy a jade egg and laugh it off at the same time, it's just goop.

"Riviera Orchard" is oh so lame. It sounds exactly like the moniker a social climber armed only with an outdated edition of the preppy handbook would have picked. "It's classy", two words no upper class person ever uttered.

That said, the "Roop" (lmao) launch put me back on divorce watch: she's Amurrican, staying in Amurrica, and keeping the house. It's got that vibe, right?

You're very right, though. This is definitely Meghan staking her stiletto in American soil - she is not ever going back to the UK. She's done with it all.

It reminds me of the Hugh Jackman meme, "all he wants to do is sing and dance but they keep making him be Wolverine." All Meghan wants to do is play with her flowers and bake cakes but they keep making her be a royal Duchess.

Well, now she just gave them the ammunition to exclude her. If all she wants to do is play with her flowers and bake in her kitchen, the BRF should let her. No more invites back to the UK for anything.

#ask #sussexes

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I really hope that some dance emotes (fortnite/meme dances or otherwise) get added into the game. I desperately want to floss and hit the griddy for Democracy.

We got a

#1 Victory Royale

Yeah Super Earth we ‘bout to get down

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nikkitari · 7 days

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Y/N in WWE prologue

masterlist

[Y/N being new to the WWE Universe selected by Triple H and Stephanie McMahon for the new HHH Era. You will be everywhere until you will find the right decision or I have no inspiration to write anymore 🫠. (Also I take request) ]

Triple H and Stephanie McMahon found you while they were on Holiday in Greece. There Triple H heard some Hotel Staff talking about some Tournament where the Staff wants to see

HHH told Stephanie what he heard and then talked to the staff and they explained everything to them.

Later in the Evening they went to the Tournament and found Y/N. How she managed her Students, made the people Cheer and root for their favourite. How she got beat up by an opponent and this turned into an all Battle Royal until she stood last and won

„GREECE I COME I ROSE I WON. Se Agapo (I love you) Eddie Guerrero I Lie I Cheat I Steal“ Y/N said and cursed in Greek and left the Building dancing like Eddie.

The both left the tournament shocked like the one meme where they look and you have to snapped to wake them up

They found you and recruted you for WWE. HHH explained how he want to change the Wrestling world. Stephanie complimented your work on how you did the Tournament and everything.

You of course first was really shocked and everything but after you slapped yourself and saw it was real you accepted. But you give your own demands that you want to depart from Greece with Glory. They respected you wishes and gave you some Months to clear everything in Greece

Some Months Later

Stephanie Mcmahon took care everything for you and you‘re now with HHH and he is showing you around and again explaining how everything will work

You are very excited to be here and for the first time you are nervous not like the one time where… (hint from your past)

„Sir I just wanted to than-„ you tried to say but HHH stopped you „ No Y/N i know you will fit right in here and with your spirit and attitude you will bring some freshness in here“ as HHH was talking there was some ruckus

Imperium arguing

Imperium arguing something about in German (PS: Author here! Speaking German, English and Greek)

„Do you want me to translate??“ you asked „You speak German?“ „Actually I am Born there I travelled alot from Greece to Germany back and forth“

„No need Y/N“ said HHH but the discussion was something about a Championship. So HHH goes to them and decided for first.

„Imperium meet Y/N. Y/N meet Imperium“ said HHH „I will leave Y/N to you guys behave and .. Y/N tell them“ HHH left

„Es freut mich euch kennenzulernen (Nice to meet you)“ you said and left them speechless

Y/N a Greek/German Wrestler/Fighter being with Imperium.. what do you guys think?? what other adventures brings Y/N in WWE ???

See you next time with Imperium

#Y/ninwwe #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe #wweedit #wwe x reader #wwe x y/n #wwe wrestlemania #imperium #ring general #gunther #ludwig kaiser #giovanni vinci #triple H #HHH #wrestling #wwe royal rumble #wrestlemania

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olivyh · 1 year

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hi,

if u are not busy with anything, can u do malleus x reader with angst to comfort?

Great work, take care of yourself

A/N: I have so many requests that I haven't gotten around to I'm sorry guys ;;;; I'm on a motivation kick so I'll start getting those out as soon as I can! ALSO IM A SUCKER FOR POETIC MALLEUS AND IT MAKES MY HEART GO BOOM bc tell me why Malleus is literally the "my love, I am intoxicated" meme

Happy chapter 7!!!

TW: Drowning, maybe suicide if you look a little closely

Malleus is constantly reminded of the day he nearly drowned in the tub as a child.

It's silly, to think that the heir to the Valley of Thorns would be destined to face death in a bathtub.

It wasn't his fault that it was silent aside from the dripping of the water that poured from the side of the tub and leaked onto the tiles the more he sunk into it. Not his fault that he was so exhausted from his daily lessons that his hands burned and cramped as he felt a knot where his neck met his back that he couldn't seem to get rid of no matter how much he fidgeted and stretched. The warm water of the bath seemed to seep deep into his bones and nestle within him, reigniting the fire that had been so thoroughly burnt out from his short time of living as the crown prince of the valley of thorns.

Malleus stared at the ceiling, listening to the muffled howling of the wind outside and trying to bite back the chill of the air that rests on the tip of his nose as a harsh contrast to the comfort of the water, heated by his servants' magic and maintained by his own. The intricate carvings of warriors and magicians alike; fae and human both dueling as sparks flew across the tapestries and danced within the stone, jewels embedded within the eyes that seemed to stare at him.

As a child, Malleus used to fear the unspoken words that lay within those gemstones. He could not decipher if they were cruel, or if they were kind. Did the human wish to speak to him or kill him?

The fae that stretched from the marble seemed even more daunting, their eyes glowed in the dim candlelight of his bathroom casting long shadows across their sharp face as they glared down at the boy who sunk deeper into the bath at their gaze. They seemed to be frowning at him rather than at the much smaller human they were dueling.

"This is your fault," He imagined them saying. "What kind of ruler are you?"

"I'm not..." Malleus would sniffle, his tears dripping into the water, masked by the dampness that cascaded from his strands and streaked down his worried face, bright, innocent green eyes filled with too much worry for a child so young as him. The weight of the world upon small shoulders, too much a weight for a child alone to bear. The sins and torment of war, the blood of human and fae alike on his small hands that had just learned to hold a pen properly. What was he not? What was he, truly? The crown prince of the valley of thorns? A Dragon fae? Among the most powerful in the world?

Was he not the ruler he was told he would be? Was he a ruler at all?

Power was a heavy burden, much too heavy even for the child who had the delicate balance of the world placed in his care.

Malleus sunk deeper into the water, feeling his body relax further as his tail wrapped comfortingly around his leg. He often daydreamed that it would be his mother combing his hair and dousing the thick ivory strands, telling him tales of when she was a young child, a Princess before a Queen, as he would play with the suds that floated gently to the surface.

In that world, his parents were both still alive and well, not yet cast carelessly to the whims of the underworld. His grandmother would still sit with him and listen to his babbles and his fairytales, not yet burdened with the work of three royals- the crown prince not yet ready to wear the crown's weight (he feared that if he were to wear it, it would slip around his neck and crush his windpipe, the weight too large and the boy too weak).

He sighed and sank deeper into the water, exhaustion pulling at his soft eyelids and gushing him into a dreamless sleep. He felt the warmth around him- perhaps the warmth of his mother's arms or his father's hand upon his head. The warmth of his grandmother's coat and of Lilia's encouragement as he tucked him into bed (Malleus supposed that he missed that most of all, the thought of Lilia dying on the battlefield leading to many tear-filled nights sobbing quietly into his pillow. He missed the bat fae most of all, and dreaded the day the man's troops would come back into the kingdom and General VanRouge would be nowhere to be seen. Oh how he longed for Lilia to have written down a story or two for him to read on long nights such as these.).

Suddenly his lungs were filled with that warmth, and Malleus was sure he was drowning as he stared through the surface of the water back at the scenes that played out on the ceiling.

What scared him the most was that he did not flail, nor scream nor cry nor beg the stars for another chance at life. He was at peace as the water took him, as it filled his being and blurred his vision beneath the soapy water.

Bitterly he thought that a lavender-scented death would not be the worst.

The servants pulled him from the bath and pampered him, escorted him into his room and helped him get into his pajamas (luxurious, yes, but the collar was much too tight and reminded him all too much of the scratchy lace of the collars he's forced to wear day in and day out, a constant reminder of the threat that came with his title. One wrong move and he will lose his head, he's sure.).

Every day Malleus was reminded of that peace, of the chill that bit at his cheeks from the storm outside, of the absolute bliss that came with finally allowing his body to float in the vastness between life and death.

He was no longer a child, and the shadow of the crown that loomed overhead became more and more solid as it reached for him, thorns that wrapped around his limbs and held him to the ground, biting into his pale skin and ripping into his leathery wings until he grit his teeth and set them all ablaze in a green glow that consumed the world should he lose control. Malleus was forced to twirl in a macabre waltz with his destiny, the destiny that doomed him to centuries of solitude, of isolation from the warmth he sought oh so desperately.

By the time Lilia had returned from the war, Malleus was no longer the wide-eyed, innocent child that he once had been. The fanciful stories no longer filled him with warmth- it filled him with the dread and the sorrow that came with knowing that he could never achieve that fairytale ending that he craved. Even Lilia could not undo the effects of the jeers of the citizens of the Valley of Thorns, the trauma cause by sharing death after death that lingered within the tall stone walls of the castle- all caused by the war that was declared by his own blood.

He was a prince, yes. But he could never fill the role of being someone's savior for he was the villain in everyone's story but his own. He could never hold someone as close as he wished, for he would rather lock them away in a tower far, far away from everyone else because he would finally have something that was his, someone who did not stay around him due to obligation or fear- someone who stayed simply because they wanted to.

Perhaps that part of his nature was what made him so villainous, so unlovable to all those who were near.

His loneliness left him in more agony than the thorns that had detained him from birth. The isolation was similar to the cold that nipped at his porcelain skin that same night. He'd imagined that only a watery grave could lift the weight of the crown from his head. Malleus often imagined that same warmth as he watched the jeweled headpiece float to the surface as he sank to the bottom. With a morbid curiosity he often wondered what it would feel like to give into that craving for release- would the people mourn him? Or would they instead mourn the empty position left over?

Yet, the chill of the night seems to be at bay as he sits now with his lover in his arms, head resting against his broad chest as they sleep peacefully, face twitching with every movement within their dream. He slowly wraps the blanket tighter around them as his eyes trail to the small fireplace that sat in Ramshackle's lounge. The fire crackled and snapped, small embers rising up the chimney as the walls creaked with the same wind that shook him to the core that very night.

He had found his warmth, his breath of air as he broke free from the surface. The crown would still lay heavy atop his head, would still scratch at his horns and get tangled in his hair as the vines would still bite into his skin as he tore away at them only for more to appear in their places.

He would bear all that and ten times more for his love.

Malleus rests his hand against their head, smiling softly at the way they stir in their sleep as they felt his icy hands make contact with their own heated skin.

"My Love?" He whispers, deep voice reverberating in his chest against the peace of the night. "Would you stay if you truly knew the burden of being a royal?"

No response, not that he expected any. The fae continues anyways, feeling his jaw clench as tears stream down his face.

"Would you deny me if you knew of the agony you would go through? Would you shut me away and leave me forgotten in this wasteland if you had a mere taste of the burden that is loving a prince?" His breaths were becoming more ragged as the tears continued to fall. "Would you still hold my affections within your heart if you'd heard of the condemnable thoughts that race through my mind- the thoughts that tell me to hide you away and keep you safe from this damnable world we call ours?" The war and the blood and the grief from the blood spilled, isolation, endless nights in his study, a prince forced to be alone by himself for centuries, discarded if not for the blood that pumps through his veins.

"Would you mourn me if I allow your warmth to be my demise?"

"Mal?" He hears them murmur. He feels a twinge of guilt for waking them, unaware of his sniffling and how it disturbed their slumber.

"Apologies, my Love."

"Don't be sorry," They rub their eyes and Malleus feels as though he held his very future within his clawed hands, images of seeing them in this state day and night flashing through his mind at such high speeds that it makes his head spin as he subconsciously holds them tighter. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Please, rest."

"Are you sure?" They sit up and press their forehead to his as they allow their eyes to slip closed once more, pressing a soft kiss to his cold lips and pulling away far too soon for the greedy dragon’s liking. "How can I help you?"

"Hold me, please," Malleus can't hide the desperation that seeps into his voice as the words climb from his throat. They wrap their arms around his neck and pull him closer into the plush couch. He wraps his arms around them as well, one arm snaking around their waist while another entangles itself in the hair at the base of their skull as he buries his face in the crook of their neck, careful of his horns. It's only a matter of seconds before his lover is fast asleep once more, and Malleus feels the pull of slumber upon himself. He allows his eyes to slip closed, pulling the human closer to him and praying to the stars that he dreams of this moment for now and forever.

#malleus draconia #chapter 7 #twst chapter 7 #diasomnia #twst malleus #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus x reader angst #twst angst #twst fluff #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #diasomnia x reader

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