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drewiresora · 2 years

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About finding out I’m Asexual (and Aromantic)

So I suddenly wanted to share my experince with finding out my (lack of) sexuality

Heteronormativity hold me to actually be aware of my aspec nature, that and the fact that I didn't know about asexuality till middle school and aromanticism till the 2nd half of high school Anyways, I didn't identify myself fully as heterosexual really. I didn't call myself heterosexual, I only thought that maybe one day I'll want to be with some dude and marry him. Like, not even thought about sexual or romantic attraction, just thinking about what people expected of everyone. So when I learn about the LGBT+ community, and also asexuality, I didn't think about myself as heterosexual still but neither as queer! I don't know why, maybe because I just don't think, don't mind about sex and never think about sexual attraction, so I just didn't think about it. I just consider myself as an ally, still not exactly heterosexual.

Maybe I did identify myself as asexual but, like, subconsciously because one day at high school, this girl was just trying to toy with me, I'm pretty sure she wanted to make fun of me because I was alone most of the time during lunch and maybe she thought I was stupid or some shit. So she was talking to me, asking me joke questions and shit, and then she said that she wanted to confess something, that she was a lesbian (pretty sure she was lying) and that she had a crush on me. Maybe she thought that she could trick me, but I just responded with "Well, I asexual, do you know what that means?" she said no, and I said that that means I'm not attracted to anyone. She didn't expect that response, I could tell, but after a little pause she continued with the teasing. Later I was thinking about that interaction, mainly because I roasted twice that girl and her friends, a bunch of mean girls wanna-be, but also because of that response. "Wait, maybe I am asexual" I said to myself. Even when I was telling my mom about that part of the interaction, I explained her what asexual means, she looked like she didn't quite get it, so I told her to not worry about it, that I wasn't asexual, but I was still thinking that maybe I am but I didn't want my mom to know if I was lying or something. I think since those days I have considered myself as maybe asexual and, I don't know when or what, I started to identify as actually asexual.

As well as my (lack of) sexuality, I didn't think about romantic attraction, but last year I started to identify myself as aromantic too. Mainly because I noticed that I relate a lot with the aromantic posts and memes, but also I discovered the yellow-blue aroace flag and I fell in love with it lol. I really love the asexual flag, but the aroace flag has such a pretty colors. I didn’t know that well about aromantism. I was just kinda aware of it, but I didn’t pay actual attention since there is little representation for the aromantics. I just started to think one day about it and I said to myself "Well, that sounds about right" and so I started to call myself aromantic.

So, I've been calling myself ace since 2018/19, and aro since spring/summer 2021. I found joy in knowing who I am in this kinda terms. Since I didn't think about any of that and I kinda left everything about that kinds of attraction out of my mind, it's nice to be aware of this :) I just want to make friends, I've always wanted to make friends and I always wanted to not have a boyfriend, nor any kind of partner!

Well, I'll later share some experinces from after finding out I'm aroace, and maybe something about my gender, who knows!

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lovelyghst · 11 days

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just thinking about how big simon riley is.

like him fucking you in missionary; the way his shoulders completely block your field of vision and his large hand planted right by your ear dwarfs your own by the masses. his meaty, veiny arm leading up to his panting chest, usually pressed fully against your own as it gets him so worked up to feel your tummy and tits, hard nipples and soft skin grazing his calloused build. the big man comes with big scars!!

speaking of scars, he gets so fucking weak in the knees and heart when you pay attention to his various marks scattered on him. he never tells you the full stories—rarely even a spec of the truth, most often—but he still gets a little flustered when you kiss them better.

simon can usually hold it together, but sometimes (all the time) he gets sooo hard and blushy when you touch and squeeze his biceps and feel up his abs. call him your strong and impressive man and he’ll have you on your hands and knees in the matter of seconds, shoving his dick in you from behind to cover up how pink his cheeks turned.

he loves coming up behind you in the bathroom while you’re getting ready, putting on your pretty lipgloss or adjusting the bow in your hair while he watches through the mirror like a quiet, curious dog.

seeing how the width of your shoulders only reach his pecs when you’re centered at his front, and christ, the height difference.

placing his large palms on your hips, one up them maneuvering to flatten out on your tummy and pull you further into him. he wraps his arms around your entire frame for the tightest bear hug ever.

call him cliché, but he has such an evil habit of comparing your hand sizes. it turns him on and makes you giggle, each and every time.

the one time you asked him to slip his arm around your waist and head in the crook of your collar for a mirror picture had resulted in your neck being sandwiched between his bicep and forearm, and long lasting marks on your hips from where they hit the counter repeatedly as he fucked you hard in a chokehold.

you just get him so riled up! but it’s okay, because he kissed your temple a lot throughout and afterwards apologized with cuddles for ruining your nice outfit and makeup <3

#cod mw #simon riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut

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flowerpottlady · 10 months

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Shine

Day 5 of my domestic Jily series! Inspired by @jilymicrofics

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Lily stepped from the bathtub, ever so carefully, still completely unused to the added weight tacked onto her midsection. She stuck a blind hand out, reaching for a clean towel from the pile on the counter, and wrapped herself in it - wondering just how much bigger her bump would grow before she would have to charm the towels to accommodate for her new size.

She could hear James pacing from the next room over, ready to leave over half an hour ago, when Lily decided she needed a quick shower before venturing out into the Muggle world - a secret date that James had planned on his rare night off from Order duties.

Lily decided to take her time though, it wasn’t often she got the chance to dress up, and at thirty weeks pregnant it took a while to do almost anything nowadays. She picked up her wand first, using it to quickly dry her hair, marveling at the thickness of it, the shine, that pregnancy had given her auburn locks. She dabbed some makeup on, deciding that a spot of pale pink blush on her cheekbones helped to take away from the slightly chubby cheeks she had recently developed.

After outlining her eyes with a charcoal pencil, brushing some golden eyeshadow across her lids, and swiping the dark mascara over her eyelashes - Lily took a moment to stare at her, relishing in how unnatural she felt in her body. Like it wasn’t hers anymore.

Her once flat stomach bulged from her. Her body changed in unimaginable ways, all for her child. While her back hurt, her breasts ached, and she was certain there was a foot lodged into her spleen - Lily wouldn’t give it up for anything. She loved it, carrying a new life inside of her, creating another human being - from the purest form of love that Lily shared with James.

She rubbed her hand down her swollen belly, imagining the baby that would soon be in her arms. Wondering what it would feel like to see its red face, to feel their skin against hers. “I’m so ready for you sweetheart,” she whispered, hoping her baby would hear her.

“Lil?” James’ voice came through the door - only slightly apprehensive. “I don’t want to rush you, but I am getting very hungry.”

“Almost finished!” Lily yelled back, snapping her attention to the pale blue dress hanging against the door. She dropped her towel, kicking it toward the corner of the bathroom - and slipped on the silky slip, giggling at the way it clung to her bump.

The blue dress was next, and Lily reached towards it, fondly remembering the last time she wore that dress - at Alice and Frank Longbottom’s wedding before her seventh year. She danced until her feet hurt; James twirling her, laughing with her, whispering in her ear. He had kissed her on the cheek at the end of the night, and Lily was certain that was the moment she had fallen in love with him.

It was a simple dress, and Lily smiled widely when she realized it still fit her - even better than before. The strapless top exposed her pale shoulders, lightly dusted with freckles, and did wonders for her boobs - exposing her cleavage in a way that she knew would drive James wild. It fell mid-thigh, the empire waistline swinging around her bump and -

“Lily!” James shouted through the door again, interrupting the time she spent simply admiring herself. “Love I know you must be hungry too, are you almost done yet?”

She rolled her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear and opening the door wide. James was standing there, leaning suavely against the doorframe - dark hair mused perfectly, his strong jawline freshly shaved. The dark gray button-down shirt he wore perfectly accented his pecs, his sleeves already slightly rolled up. He smirked at her, hazel eyes moving up and down behind his round specs, drinking her in.

She was so getting laid.

“What? I’m ready, and starving, let's go.”

He grinned, bearing his perfectly white teeth, “You’re cute.” James said softly, stepping forward to peck her cheek. “I’m very lucky I married you.”

“I’m very lucky to have married you too.” She whispered back, grasping his hand. “Now c’mon, will you tell me where you are taking me yet?”

“Not till we get there.”

Lily could only roll her eyes then, smoothing her dress down her bump. “Well, I hope it has chocolate cake. Little Harry is very hungry for some chocolate cake.”

“Well, I hope little Josephine, is equally as hungry.” James said knowingly, “Because you know, you are having a girl.”

“Even if we are having a girl, we are not giving her my second name. We are in the 1980s now, dear, not the 1880s.”

“Right, of course. Silly me. My parents are Euphemia and Fleamont. It’s easy to forget.” James laughed, grabbing Lily’s purse and guiding her out the front door.

She was silent for a moment, a small contemplative smile stretched across her face.

“What’s that look for?” James asked, turning to look at his wife after locking their door.

“Oh, nothing really…” Lily began, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m just really happy to be doing this with you.”

“Getting dinner?”

“You know what I mean,” she said softly.

“I do,” his hand reached for her bump, pressing a hard kiss into her cheek. “I’m very happy to be doing this with you too.”

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Start from the beginning here! 31 Days of Potters

#jily #harry potter #james potter #jily fic #jily fanfiction #hp marauders #james and lily #lily potter #marauders #hp fanfic

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exigencelost · 1 year

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every couple months i think about the unnamed marketing guy who i can only assume glanced briefly at the subject line of an email before telling someone to put a big blue alien with rippling evil-coded pecs on the cover of Visser and in so doing unwittingly completed god's most unselfaware metatextual masterpiece of spec fic gender commentary

#women in the margins of the story disorder!#visser #it is Her Book. it is named after her. and she's STILL in the margins. because she decided to dress up as a woman.#animorphs

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hairychestloversblog · 2 years

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Super Pecs 😊🤤 Sorry I meant Specs 🤓 🤓

#that chest #hairy male #glasses #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hairyscruffguys #muscular

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specs-tacularmen · 3 months

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AI ain’t got nothin’ on me.

김승현 이사공일일륙

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bigcatcock · 3 days

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Pinned

You can call me Dark, or just D ✦ 22 ✦ Xe/Xem/Xyr or He/Him only

I'm a bisexual ftm bear, married to a beautiful tall tgirl I get to keep all to myself. Luckily for y'all though, you're allowed some of my attention too, my little pets. If you behave.

Minors begone.

Safe, Sane, Consentual

Mostly dom. Verse, top or bottom pretty much equally

Not strictly t4t, but it is preferred. Cishet guys fuck off. Non m-spec lesbians I love ya but I'm not your type I promise. I'm a man, point blank period. If you're not into men, you're not into me and most importantly I'm not into you.

What you can call me:

✦ Dark or D

✦ Master, Sir, Kitty/Kitten, Cat, (my) Big Cat

Feel free to try some titles out and see if they stick

I prefer masculine compliments but gender neutral and feminine ones are more than okay

My body:

Not picky, but in general

✦ Cunt or pussy for the hole

✦ Cock/tcock, dick/tdick

✦ Tits, pecs, chest

What I'm into:

✦ BDSM

What can I say? I'm a sadomasochist who loves to tie up and be tied up

✦ Petplay

Any pets welcome. I focus on kittens and puppies but I love to play with nontypical pets

✦ Degredation/Humiliation/Discipline/Etc

Giving. In rare cases, receiving

✦ Biting, spanking, slapping, wrestling, general roughness

✦ Praise and Body worship

Giving and receiving

✦ Teratophilia/Monsterfucking

✦ Toys

Giving and receiving

✦ Leather

✦ All holes

Ass, vag, or mouth all free game to me. Giving and receiving

✦ Armpits

✦ Feet

I'm into more shit but this is general/off the tp of my head so I'll add more as I think of em

Squicks:

✦ Scat

✦ Guns/gunplay

✦ Detrans

✦ Large age gaps

If you're 10+ years older than me sorry I do think you're hot but don't interact with me lol

✦ Feederism

Hard Nos:

✦ Rapeplay

✦ Incest/Fauxcest

✦ Pedo/map/whatever you assholes call yourselves

This includes the proship/ageplay/ddlg/whatever shit too

✦ Raceplay

✦ Bestiality/Zoos/whatever

If it's not mentioned: ASK!

I block pretty liberally because I'm here to fuck around, not debate. I know I'm not gonna change any minds in the first place. We're all entrenched in our own spaces as is, let's keep it that way. However if I interact with you or your posts and that makes you uncomfortable, let me know so I can remove it or just block me. I will be doing the same. Above all else I'm a live and let live guy. I may think what you're doing is scummy but I'm not the fuckin police. Just keep the shit far away from me.

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dee-as-roman · 5 months

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What the hickety-heck, two guys and one pec, is going on around here?! First Donny Darko, then Specs, and now Specs again?! Where's my Livestream!! I'm the best Side, after all! Absolute blasphemy, I tell you. Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow!

#aprincehasgot2slay #💖👑xroman×👑💖#ts video

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withlovevio · 10 months

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Proposed Ship Names for Every MCxLI Ship in Band Camp Boyfriend

Spoiler warning for every route across the board except for the side story!

I don't expect any of these to catch on because you can name the MC whatever you want--this is all just for fun! My friend helped me draft these and it's been sitting in my notes app for about 2 weeks so I thought I'd post!

Tom x Cadence

Tomdence

Majorbones

Majorboner (HEAR ME OUT if this game can make jokes about Set 36, this one shouldn't be too bad. However, I understand it’s not very PG-13. 😔)

Peter x Cadence

Petercad (There’s no way to combine their names without it sounding like a pesticide or petulance I’M SORRY)

TrumpetMajor

Hellfire duo

Clark x Cadence

Cladence

Flex and Specs (play on Clark’s nickname Specs and Pecs) 💪🤓

Drum major duo (the Dual Drum Majors ending is so canon in my mind)

Samuel x Cadence

Samdence

✨Gourmet duo✨ (they're classy)

Samuel seems to dislike puns but if he didn't, the sax puns are endless 💔

Poptart x Cadence

Melcad

Melvence

Melloduo

MajorPanda

Doug x Cadence

Dougdence

(Drum)^2 major (this one's my favorite. the irony is that Doug might not know what this means BUT THAT’S OKAY WE LOVE HIM)

Garth & Cadence (platonic)

Gardence (like gardens 🥺)

GET DOWN MR. PRESIDENT (get down meaning 🕺💃)

MajorPresident

Wileyduo

Some more ideas I have but am too uncreative to think of at the moment:

Ship names based on their respective planets 🥺

Rarepairs and slash pairs

#chime in with more in the replies #band camp boyfriend #vio talks #bcb rambles #band camp boyfriend spoilers #bcb spoilers

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crypt-tids · 2 years

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A Gift Unto the King

cw: blood, death

The Fall

The prince looked down at his lover’s flustered face, his cheeks blushing red as he took a sharp inhale, held for a moment, and then slowly exhaled. Through heavy, panting, breaths, the royal admired the beauty of his lover; from his disheveled, sandy blonde hair, to the scars marking his body from past battles, each a testament to his resilience. His body glistened in the warm candle light that softly glazed the room. For a creature so torn apart by sword and spear, he looked nothing short of angelic.

Gently pulling away, the prince rocked to the side, and flopped down onto the bed next to him. A strong arm pulled him close as he rested his head against the man’s inner shoulder. He ran his fingers gently across his muscular lover’s bare chest, his long fingernails lightly tracing the contours of his pecs. He could feel the knight’s heart pounding vigorously, his chest rising and falling at a decent pace as he attempted to catch his breath. The two laid in silence for a while, embracing each other as they watched the candle light flicker and dance against the walls. Freshly laundered sheets caressed their bare figures in a comfortable warmth as they breathed in the faint aroma of sweet lavender and cedar wood. Each calming breath encapsulated them further in peaceful euphoria. Prince Vin felt Lucas’s breaths deepen, accompanied by a soft, nearly inaudible, snore. He glanced up at his lover’s sleeping face once more before drifting off to sleep himself.

Vin was awakened by the warm glow of morning sun streaming into the room from between the cracks in the drapes. Tiny specs of dust danced like glitter in the golden rays. Turning over, he expected to be met with the warmth of Lucas’s body, but instead, the bed was cold and empty. Propping himself up on one arm, he ran his hands across the sheets where his lover had been just a few hours before. Sighing, he grabbed Lucas’s pillow and held it close, inhaling the scent. He couldn’t say he was surprised to find himself alone, but just once, he’d like to wake up next to the person he’d fallen asleep with.

After a few moments, he tossed the pillow aside and got out of bed. He adorned a silk robe, and lifted the plum colored drapes slightly to peer out into the courtyard. Fresh morning mist coated the grassy hills in a thin blanket, delicately swirling in the breeze, while puffy clouds reflected fiery gold and orange into a pastel blue sky. In the center of the courtyard sat a small, crackling, fire, being tended by a middle aged woman filling a cauldron with vegetables and potatoes. She hung the pot on the iron hook above the flames, stirred the soup with a ladle briefly, and then disappeared into the servant’s entrance. A man clothed in worn, dirt covered trousers and a tan blouse tugged a cart of hay towards the stables, where horses waited, neighing with excitement. The blacksmith and his apprentice could be faintly heard hammering steel by the forge. Amongst the few people milling around the courtyard, Lucas wasn’t one of them.

Tugging on a pair of trousers and a shirt, the dark haired prince left his chambers and headed towards the dining hall. On his way, he glanced out the window facing the back fields. There, he spotted Lucas, sword in hand, vigorously slashing at a wooden pell. Vin stared down at the knight as he twisted and spun, sword hitting its mark with every swing. The deep, unlaced “v” of his loose, white, blouse exposed a thin wash of sandy blonde chest hair. His skin glistened with sweat, despite the chilled morning air. Vin felt himself getting lost in admiration for his lover, every move captivating him more. Finally, Lucas swung around forcefully, and his sword slashed through the wood, severing the top of the pell. Muscles tensed, Lucas stood still for a moment, sword hanging in his hands, panting heavily. Then, straightening himself out, he ran his hand through his hair to push it out of his face, exposing a scar running over his jaw and up midway to his left cheek. Suddenly, something captured Lucas’s attention, and he directed himself towards the castle, sprinting inside. Vin’s brows furrowed in confusion for a second before he heard what he could only assume was what Lucas had heard. Yelling and screaming was beginning to seep into the castle walls. Instinctively, the prince darted down the hall towards the stairs to the great hall. Rounding the corner and looking over the banister, his eyes were met with horror. His lover and the royal healer were hunched over the king, who was laid on the stone floor in a pool of his own blood. The queen stood rigid, trembling in shock, her slender fingers covering her mouth. Vin found himself frozen, merely staring at the sight unfolding before him, hands clenching the banister tightly. He could see the healer shouting orders, maids screaming to each other as they fulfilled his requests, but he couldn’t hear the words. Instead, it was replaced by a muffled, throbbing, cacophony. Lucas was covered in the king’s blood from applying pressure to the stab wound in his abdomen. The healer’s younger sister, Angelique, rushed to his side, holding a wooden bowl of herbs and tinctures. Alistair snatched the bowl from his sister, quickly uncorking the glass bottle of Shepherd’s Purse tincture, and dumping the contents onto the gushing wound. The king let out a guttural groan through his clenched jaw as the alcohol sent a stinging pain through his body. Alistair then took a handful of fresh yarrow leaves, rolled them quickly in his hands, and then applied them to the wound, repeating until the green leaves masked the cut fully.

Snapping out of his daze, Vin hurried down the stairs, nearly losing his footing once in his haste. Shoving one of the maids aside, he slid across the stone tile and kneeled down beside his father. The scent of blood was overwhelming. A smell he had rather enjoyed on the basis of his vampiric instincts was now nearly nauseating. It took every fiber of his being to hold back the urge to vomit. He had noticed that his father’s body had gone limp as he’d fallen into unconsciousness. The bleeding appeared to have lessened, but the prince wasn’t certain that it wasn’t just wishful thinking.

“Angelique!” Alistair spoke forcefully as he dumped the contents of the bowl onto the floor, sifted out a quartz crystal, some sprigs of thyme and lavender, and placed them back into the empty bowl. Angelique quickly shuffled to the other side of the king, across from her brother, forcing Vin aside. As Alistair emptied a bottle of sage tincture into the bowl, Angelique lifted her fingers up to her lips, and blew on them as she vigorously snapped her fingers until a small flame appeared. She then touched the flame to the liquid in the bowl, igniting the contents. Both healers firmly grasped the bowl, holding it above the wound, as they began reciting a healing spell. With each repetition of the spell, the fire further morphed from a brilliant orange into a frigid blue. Vin found himself unable to remove his gaze from the dancing flames.

The room had fallen silent with the exception of the healers’ chanting. Earthy sage and sweet lavender intertwined into a pleasant, albeit overpowering, aroma, that spread quickly throughout the room. Lucas grabbed Vin’s wrist tightly, but Vin didn’t notice. His mind was blank, focused only on the blue fire that had now grown so pale, it was nearly white. Time passed in a way that felt both too fast, and too slow. All bearing on reality had slipped away.

Lucas had seen this many times in his life—he was no stranger to battle. Many men and women had fallen to wounds less severe than the one which now plagued the king. Survival is as much a battle as the battle itself, and as he heard the vocal tone of the healers’ change—both becoming more frantic and shaken—he knew this was a battle the king was losing. Despite his worry for the king, his eyes fell to the young man beside him, who’s flawless, tan complexion was highlighted by the flickering, pale blue flame. The prince’s crimson red eyes stared blankly at the burning bowl, not even breaking to blink. His brows weren’t furrowed, his eyes held no tears, and his jaw wasn’t clenched. He simply wasn’t there, and that frightened Lucas the most.

With a few angry crackles and snaps, the flame exploded upwards, separating from the bowl, and swirling above them, causing the small crowd to cower. The spiraling inferno blazed intensely, before collapsing in on itself, unleashing a shower of golden sparks as the flames vanished. The wooden bowl now sat empty and charred in the healers’ hands, which were now red and aching from the heat.

The conclusion of the spell snapped Vin back into reality, and for the first time, he felt Lucas’s hand wrapped firmly around his wrist. He could feel the minute trembling of Lucas’s hand vibrating his arm. Vin wanted to grab his lover’s hand, to feel its comfort, but instead he found himself fixating on the smears of blood that had been left behind by the knight’s gesture. Just inches away from him lie his father’s lifeless body, all efforts to save his life had failed. The prince studied his father’s face, as if to commit his features to memory one last time. Silver streaks peppered his black hair, which was now matted to his face with sweat and blood. Fine lines surrounded his eyes and forehead, with a deep crease sitting between his brows from years of furrowing. Glistening blood coated his thin lips and stained his thick, graying mustache and beard. His slender, pointed features resembled Vin’s strongly.

A few feet behind them, the queen collapsed to the floor in a fit of sobs. An older, silver haired woman wrapped her arms around the grieving queen and held her close, as inconsolable, tormented, screams echoed through the castle. Women held on to each other as the men stood rigid. No one said a word.

Finally, Vin pulled his gaze to his lover's face where he was met with golden brown eyes laden with concern. The knight’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to read the prince’s blank expression. They stared at each other silently for a moment, before Vin’s eyes, once again, fell to the king. He had been numbly processing the sequence of events for only a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Vin looked vacantly at the wound, which was now just a mess of blood-soaked yarrow leaves. He was stuck between feeling nothing, and feeling everything. A dull ache was manifesting in his chest, threatening to erupt through his throat.

“Vin…” A soft muffled voice spoke that Vin hadn’t comprehended at first.

“Vin.” Lucas cupped Vin’s hand in his, and leaned closer to him. Vin snapped his attention back to his worried lover. The warmth of Lucas’s grasp radiated throughout his body, reaching the pained ball of emotion welling in his chest with force just enough to crack the shell. Burning tears poured down Vin’s cheeks, rolling over his jaw, and dripping onto his shirt. His chin quivered slightly as his body began to tremble. Vin’s stomach was in knots, waves of nausea passing over him. The only sounds escaping his throat were small squeaks and grunts that he was desperately trying to contain.

Lucas pulled the distraught prince close, wrapping his muscular arms around him, holding him firmly. As Vin buried his face in his chest, grief-stricken sobs escaped, mildly muffled by the knight’s chest. Agonized sobs surrounded the king from every angle, and together, the castle mourned.

#vampire #werewolf #knight AU #artist #magic #mpreg #fantasy

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