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kentosmoon · 2 months

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Husband Nanami headcanon Pt. 2

NSFW 18+ [minors DNI]

Nanami x fem!reader

tags: creampie, unprotected sex, dom Nanami, Nanami is 33, wrote this at 3am so if there are mistakes I’ll fix it later 🫠

Songs I listened to while writing this: Lucky Daye - Careful

Chris Grey - Prada & Versace

Husband Nanami pounding you in your room while your parents are downstairs.

"Kento let's do this quickly before dinner is ready. You know how my parents are...especially my mom.” You bit your lip and turned around to lock the door. He steps behind you, and you hear the rustle of fabric as he undoes his trousers. Nanami's calloused hands grip your waist, pulling you back and tilting your hips up to grant him the perfect angle. You feel the blunt head of his cock tease your slick entrance, running up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness. The teasing elicits a needy soft whine from your lips, but you know better than to rush him. He's in control, and each drawn-out second is a reminder of his dominance. "Such a desperate little thing," he murmurs with a tinge of amusement in his voice. With a skilled touch, he parts your folds, finding your clit with an expertise that has you gasping. He circles it once, twice — a gentle warning before applying the perfect amount of pressure that has you arching into his touch, a broken moan spilling from your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Nanami lifts you moving towards the bed, gently laying you down. His knees sink into the mattress. He positions himself between your spread legs, his large, veiny hands running up your thighs, pushing them apart further, exposing your wetness to his hungry gaze. "You're going to be good for me now, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a caress against your skin as he leans down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. Nanami's hazel eyes bore into yours warmly. He positions himself at your entrance, his tip teasing your sensitive folds, drawing out the moment, making you squirm with need. "Hurry Kento...please...need you to fill up my needy cunt."

Nanami groans at your words, and without another moment's hesitation, he grips your thighs and thrusts into you in one smooth, deep motion, filling you completely. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden fullness, his powerful body driving into yours with a relentless rhythm, each thrust designed to remind you who you belong to. His thick cock hits all the right spots, and you can feel another climax building within you, fast and hard. Nanami leans forward, bracing himself with one hand beside your head, his other hand finding its way to your clit, circling it with deliberate precision. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze captive as he fucks you, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. "You’re so tight baby, taking me so well." his voice strained with the effort to maintain control. Your moans were getting a bit...too loud. Suddenly your mom was knocking on the door. Nanami leans against your ear. "Sounds like we got company...be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me."

"Dinner is ready you guys. Is everything ok?"

"We're fine. We'll be down in a minute...I promise we won't be long." As your pussy grips his cock, Nanami grits his teeth, almost teetering out of control. He pushes your head into the pillow, muffling your moans. “Keep quiet hun. Don’t want to let mommy know their daughter’s a dirty slut hm?” Your ears turn hot as he coos into them. It pushes you over the edge, and you cum hard, your body convulsing, your cries muffled by his strong hand. This triggers Nanami's own release, and with a series of deep, shuddering thrusts and groans, he fills you, his hot cum coating your insides white. He continues to move gently, riding out the waves of pleasure, before finally stilling. Nanami's hand remains on your mouth for a lingering moment before he slowly removes it, looking down at you with eyes softening with affection. "Are you alright darling?" he asks, his voice gentle. You nodded in response. "I'm fine Kento." Nanami leans in slowly to anticipate the press of his lips. His kiss is gentle and loving, deepening at a natural, unhurried pace. He breaks the kiss pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes. With a gentle but deliberate motion, he eases himself out of you, his cum slowly leaking out of your pussy. Grabbing his handkerchief on the bedside table, he started to quickly clean you up.

"Dinner is probably cold. Oh, they are so going to kill us Kento." Nanami hugged you, rubbing circles onto your back and smirked against your skin.

"Let them."

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tvlandofficiall · 7 months

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jevil is a little charmer and rouxls wants to be him so bad. jevil is out here reciting strange yet romantic verses and playfully holding the devilsknife to people's throats and rouxls meanwhile is like "shall i compareth thee to a summers' daye? because thoust. art hotte as fucketh."

#ooc #jevil #rouxls kaard #deltarune #rouxls normal flavor is so funny. he cant even be gaster he's just some guy #i deeply miss debble but i dont have the drawing juice. so you get posts

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miyuhpapayuh · 8 months

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Shame on me.

“It’s a shame for you,

It’s a shame for me..

Is the blame on you?

I could say the same for me!

After the wrong, is there a right?”

That’s exactly what she was wondering as she watches her boyfriend of one year, Lucky, sing to another random girl on stage.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was singing to them, because she understood the attraction that women had towards him, and she couldn’t blame them.

But, she didn’t think there was any real reason why he should be getting down on his knees and gripping them up and being all in their faces.

She’s expressed her slight frustration, once, and he chalked it up to her being paranoid. And of course, when that wasn’t enough to make her calm down, he fucked every doubt right out of her mind.

But, that only holds over for so long.

So, here they are again. Lucky out there on bended knee making some pretty brown girl squeal with joy, while his lover fumes behind the curtains.

After the show was over and the pair were on their way home, the unwanted conversation lingered in the air.

With her arms folded across her chest, she stared out of the window at the dark blue sky, while Lucky kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, already knowing that this was about to tear up his nerves.

“Wassup, baby?” He asks, briefly looking in her direction. “Why you facin’ the window?”

“Hm. I could think of a couple reasons, but I’ll keep ‘em to myself.”

He sucks his teeth. “Let’s not do this, tonight.”

“That’s why I said I’ll keep ‘em to myself.” She snaps, looking in his direction.

“Here we go.”

“David, please. If you’re not gonna be real, then just leave it alone.”

Taking offense, he pulls into an empty lot and parks the car.

She rolls her eyes, not moving her position. “It’s dark out here and you playin’.”

“I’m not playin’. I’m bein’ real. Wassup witchu?” He nudges her arm, pissing her off.

“You know exactly wassup with me. But, it ain’t no big deal to you, so whatever.”

“You sure? Cause, it’s whatever doesn’t sound like a very solid stance.”

She rolls her eyes. "Leave me alone."

He stares at her. “You gon tell me what's got you so angry or is it still whatever?"

“Fuck you, Lucky. Seriously.” She spats, fully facing him. "You know why I'm upset. It's why I'm always upset, with no good reason, according to you."

“You know what? I don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to understand. Why we gotta argue? You don’t see me blowin’ up at you for them lil stunts you be pullin’!” He responds.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Right. We got amnesia, now? You don’t be posting half naked all over Instagram, every week?”

“Are you serious, right now?” She asks.

“Dead serious. You always trippin’ and goin’ on bout me and what I be doin’, like you ain’t out here lookin’ like you want some attention.”

“Well, I wonder why the fuck that is!” She huffs.

“So, that’s my fault too, huh?” He chuckles, resuming his driving to their destination.

“Fucking duh.” She grumbles, continuing to stare out of the window.

“I’m not looking for anybody’s attention, but yours. You stupid motherfucker. But, you’re too busy giving it to them heffas you call fans.”

“You act like I’m cheating on you.”

“You might as well be.” She quips.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to have a rational conversation.” He pats her knee, chuckling again as she jerks away from his touch.

Back at home, the pair’s annoyance with each other continued to fester.

“Aren’t you tired of walking back and forth, yet?” Lucky asks, growing tired of her pacing the expansive floor in front of their bed. “Come sit down, please.”

“Not if you’re not gonna listen to me. I might as well go downstairs.”

“I’m listening to you! I’ve been all ears, all night!” He grows defensive, his voice rising by the slightest.

“Lucky, fix your tone.” She warns.

Sighing to himself, he shakes his head. “Please, just come and sit down.”

Reluctantly sitting down beside him, she looks up at him. He’s already staring back at her.

“Talk.”

“I’m not cheating on you. I go out on stage and do my job. You know I love my fans. I just go out there and make ‘em happy. That’s it. I’m sorry that I made you feel disrespected and neglected, baby. That was never my intention.” He frowns, reaching out to grab her hands into his own.

“You know how I get.. it’s no excuse, but I just can’t handle someone being that close to you. Touching you and clinging onto you like I do. And, it makes it worse when you indulge, but I know that’s your job. I got it. I’m sorry, too.”

“That’s how I felt, when you was postin’ that shit on the gram.” He snorts, “had ya ass hangin’ out, muhfuckas lookin’ at my goods and shit.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She pouts.

“I should bend you ova’ my knee,” his deep brown eyes glow in the dimly lit room. She fails to hide the smirk growing on her lips.

As the tension leaves the room, it’s quickly replaced by lust so thick, it clouds their minds.

“Come’ere.” She beckons him with a single finger, resulting in him tackling her into the sheets, pulling and yanking at her clothes, until she’s as naked as the day she was born.

She tugs on the bottom of his shirt, before his hands place hers on the bed. “Stay just like this.”

Kissing her rebuttal away, his lips touch every part of her skin as he sinks into her lap, guiding her long legs over his shoulders.

Her hands quickly thread into his coils, tugging as his tongue glides over her clit, down to her opening and back up.

Over and over.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” She moans.

“Mmmmh,” he moans against her, driving her wild. His hands rubbing up and down her sides.

“Shit!,” she breathes. “Just like that!”

Adding his index and middle finger to the equation, she explodes in no time.

But, he didn’t cease, until he brought her to another climax so intense, she damn near pushed him away.

He chuckles, rising up from the bed to strip.

“I ain’t even gave you this dick yet, baby. Don’t tap out on me, yet.”

Sinking back into between her legs, his eyes lock on hers as they move in sync.

“I love you,” he mumbles over her parted lips, her breathing slowly picking up.

“I love you, too.”

Hips grinding against hers, poking at that spot that seizes her up.

“Yes, babyy… that’s the spot.” She whines, sinking her nails into his hips as he picks up speed with every thrust, til he’s damn near pounding into her.

“My god!” She whimpers, lifting her head up to look between them at the mess they’re making, not getting far as Lucky pushes her head back towards the pillows.

“So fuckin’ good… mmm!” He growls, hand cupping her face.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna—- oooh shit, baby!” Her legs open and close around his thighs, fighting off her release.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” was enough to drive her over the edge, her nails digging into his back.

Tossing her onto her stomach, he wastes no time sliding back into her. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Don’t get all quiet now… talk yo shit, babe.” He taunts, easily locating one of her many spots.

“Unh… fuck you,” she moans, rolling her hips against him.

He deeply chuckles, smacking her ass. “Fuck me, huh.”

“Mmmhm.. I hate you.” She teases, smirking once he grabs the front of her neck and begins to drive into her, roughly.

Her mouth falls open, nothing but gasps escaping as his strokes actively take her breath away.

“You hate me… but, you love when I get up in this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You love when daddy make you cum, don’t you?”

“Yesss, yes! Deeper… deeper, baby!” She yells, drunk on his stroke.

Doing just that, he touches her soul with just a few thrusts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping the sheets in her hands. “Right there, babyyyy… right there!”

“I’m where you need me, baby?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna cum!” Her arch begins to falter as her orgasm shatters through her, pulling him down as well.

“Ah shitttt,” his grip on her neck tightens, before slowly loosening as he fills her with his warmth.

“Mmh,” he sighs, pressing kisses up her spine as she comes down from her high. “You still mad at me?”

They share a laugh.

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smallgodseries · 8 months

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[image description: A bright prismatic nimbus of psychedelic flames swirls around a single button of peyote cactus which looks like a wrinkled and inscrutable humanoid face. Text reads, “56, Wily Peyote ~ The Small God of Psycho Activity”]

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He has his favorites.

All gods do. The gods, they say, play dice with mortal lives, because when you’re immortal (not eternal, that’s a different basket of fruit, but immortal, and unending, until they do), there aren’t many games that can actually hold your interest for more than a few decades.

We do not speak of the time when Melusine attempted to introduce the pantheon to Monopoly. The echoes of that war are still resounding through the remotest of halls, unending, like the toll of a bell with no clapper.

But Wily, he has his favorites.

He is with the addicts who seek his embrace in controlled substances, chasing him one hit at a time, and while he may feel badly to have stolen their lives away, they made a choice, once upon a time; they chose the shiver and the swirl, and he will not refuse them.

He is with the curious who seek his embrace for the very first time, the pipe or the pill or the phial or the needle in their hands, and he guides them as gently as his ever-shifting nature allows, and he hopes that he will not become their one true god, even as he hopes to see them again. Like all things that live, he wants to survive, and that means, on some level that he must spread the faith.

He is with the ones whose own minds produce the chemicals and chaos that enable his ascension, the ones who see the air alight with colors, the ones who seek pharmaceuticals not to join him, but to push him, however temporarily, to the side. He loves them all.

No matter what else can be said of him, he loves them all. He can’t help himself.

He doesn’t want to.

But he has his favorites, and he keeps them as close as he can, even when they slip free of his grasp for their own good, and he cheers for their survival. He would save every one of them if he could.

He never had a chance.

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Artist Lee Moyer (Trident of Aurelia, 13th Age) and author Seanan McGuire (Wayward Children, October Daye & InCryptid series) sincerely appreciate you, whether or not you're a bud.

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reviewsthatburn · 8 months

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*I received a free review copy in exchange for an honest review of this book.

THE INNOCENT SLEEP, best read after SLEEP NO MORE, is Tybalt’s perspective on the time after Titania’s actions at the end of BE THE SERPENT. Because Tybalt has a radically different perspective than October (even more so than usual), trying to read this book first would spoil some mysteries out of turn. By necessity, as the books are a pair covering much of the time and even a few of the same scenes, some of the resolution is present in both. I love them singly and together, and am working on a long, spoiler-filled essay analyzing some of the key elements in both books.

Full Review at Link

#BookReviews #ARC #Fantasy #Highly Recommended #seanan mcguire #the innocent sleep #october daye #toby daye

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regallibellbright · 5 months

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So, I've been thinking about Toby's knives.

Well, okay, I specifically think primarily about Toby's main knife, but there's something interesting to be said about all three of the knives she "regularly" wears (silver, iron, and the new one.) All three of them are gifts. All three of them are given to her by someone expecting Toby to be a hero.

"Ms. Daye?" "Yes, Dare?" It was like trying to leave kindergartners with a babysitter. If I was lucky, they'd run out of questions before the sun went down. Maybe. "Here." She pulled a knife out of her sleeve, offering it to me. I didn't recognize the style of the blade, but if it was street legal, I'm a Kelpie. "In case you don't scream fast enough." "Good idea," I said. She looked almost disappointed by my reaction - she was still young enough for the rules against saying thank you to seem pointless. I winked, sliding the knife into my belt with the edge facing outward to keep me from cutting myself. She brightened, reading the unspoken gratitude in my eyes. She was pretty smart when she let herself be.

(Rosemary and Rue, Chapter 21, pages 239-240)

The first and most important, of course, is Dare's knife. And yet, this is a pretty minor moment. There's no sign this particular knife is special to Dare - it's mentioned earlier she's got enough weapons on her at the moment to clank. Manuel will ask for it later, claiming it was a loan, but that's the most he can say - and May, who would know, corrects him that it was a gift.

By this point, Dare's already told Toby she wants to get away from Devin and take Manuel with her, and Dare asks because Toby's already her hero. She got out. Dare doesn't get to, in the end. And so the knife that Dare all but offhandedly gave her becomes a keepsake, and one of Toby's most valued possessions. As Toby says taking it in A Local Habitation, maybe Dare's knife would help her be someone else's hero. Eventually, it does. Dare's knife is Toby's promise to herself not to fail anyone again. It's the justification she uses when she needs to go back and confront Blind Michael. (Incidentally, May tells her they can get a new knife in response. For all that she remembers being Dare, she doesn't yet understand what the knife is to Toby.) It's so tied to Toby's identity that when she loses her way home, among all the allies she can't recognize or only knows as enemies -

[Quentin] walked toward me, pausing to bend and gingerly retrieve a silver knife from the floor. It looked sharp. It also looked well-used; there were flecks of blood dried on the hilt, and streaks of something much fresher on the blade. "I'll just, um, hold this for you, for now," he said. "I promise I'll give it back when you're ready." "You can't give it back when it's not mine," I snarled. At least I could talk.

(A Killing Frost, Chapter 19, page 266)

Toby thinks at this point that she's sworn to Sylvester and can return to him, not knowing she's banished. He's not part of her way home anymore. But the knife is. When Toby can't recognize the knife, it's because she's not herself anymore. (Incidentally, it says a lot about how thoroughly Sylvester fucked up, particularly in AKF, that Shadowed Hills isn't home anymore.) On top of that, because of its link to Dare, the knife is also Home - the shitty flophouse for changelings with nowhere else to go run by an exploitative crime lord, but also the place where Toby learned to fight and survive. Sylvester's tried to teach her, but she's not the kind of knight to use a sword.

Moving on:

Then Acacia's hand was on my shoulder, and a knife was landing in the dust beside me. "Kill him or let him go, Amandine's daughter, but don't torture him," she said. "Make your choice. You haven't got much time." I looked up. "Acacia -" She looked down at me, the short tendrils of her hair curling around her face. When I distracted Blind Michael, that must have broken his hold on her, allowing her to rip herself free. "No. You let others make your choices too often. Kill him or let him live, but do it now. No more games." "I don't know what to do." "You always know. You just don't listen to yourself." She shook her head, turning, and started to walk away. The Riders parted to let her pass, still silent, still staring at me. Choices. Oh, Oberon's blood, choices. I put the candle between my teeth, keeping my knife pressed tight against Blind Michael's throat. The flame licked at my cheek, filling the air with the hot smell of singed blood as I reached out and picked up Acacia's knife. I almost dropped it when the metal hit my hand. Iron - it was made of iron. It would have to be; did I really think I could kill one of the Firstborn with silver alone? That was never an option. Not really. ... "I'm sorry," I said. "I can't forgive you." I lifted my hand, bringing the two knives together, and slammed them together down into his throat. Iron slices through faerie flesh like it's nothing but dry leaves and air. That's what iron exists to do: it kills us. Silver can do almost as well, if you use it properly. Acacia's knife was iron, Dare's was silver, and I held them together as I thrust downward. ... It didn't really matter; he was dead, I had won, and I couldn't fight anymore. No more children would suffer because of him. In the end, I'd proved myself as a child of Oberon's line, no matter how much I tried to deny it; I was a hero...

(An Artificial Night, Chapter 31, pages 295-296)

A longer passage there because Acacia's knife is by far the one that gets the most dramatic focus when Toby receives it, for obvious reasons. But it's also more significant than the moment itself. Up to this point, the closest Toby comes to considering herself a hero in more than Dare's eyes is just before the Ride, where she thinks that all her kids are safe (except Katie, who she can't save,) and that she should run before the Ride begins, even if it kills her, because at least then she'd die a hero. There's even a moment early in the book where the Luidaeg calls her a child of Oberon (five pages after Toby reflects to herself that the children of Oberon are heroes,) and Toby thinks to herself that the Luidaeg's wrong, since she still thinks she's Daoine Sidhe.

But she claims it here, because she has no option not to. You can't kill one of the great monsters of Faerie and not accept that you are, ultimately, a hero. So long as she's herself, Toby won't deny that she's a hero again.

Toby carries Acacia's knife with her regularly for the period of time between the end of An Artificial Night and the events of Late Eclipses. This is all but exactly six months - she receives it on October 31, 2010, going back to confront Michael almost immediately after being freed from the Ride. She stops being able to carry it regularly once Amandine changes her blood, in early May 2011. (I’d have to reread Late Eclipses in full to get the exact point it ends, since she’s still carrying it even though she can feel it in the scabbard at the very end.) After that, she keeps it secured at home unless her blood’s changed far enough back towards mortal that it’s safe. But she always keeps the iron knife, and she always brings it with her when she IS more mortal than fae. In The Brightest Fell, she notes the hilt fits perfectly for her. She has to throw it off her when she changes back in Chimes at Midnight, but once the False Queen’s been ousted, Toby apparently makes sure to reclaim it from the treasury. It’s not a good idea to lose a gift from one of the Firstborn, after all. And you never know when you might need to kill another one, especially when one of them is your (terrible) mother. Which she considers, to some extent, at the start of The Brightest Fell, and openly threatens in its ending to get Tybalt and Jazz back.

In short, Toby thinks of the iron knife as being a part of her life for much longer than it actually was, consistently. Part of it’s definitely that it represents the balance of her blood the way she was used to for most of her life - after all, when she gets another blood choice vision in CAM, the choice is presented as iron and silver knives for human and fae. But it’s also the knife she used to kill one of the Firstborn. Dare’s knife is Toby’s promise to be a hero going forward. Acacia’s knife is Toby choosing the title, and all the danger that comes with it. She stabs them both into Michael at the same time. When she’s rebalancing her blood, in CAM, she does the same thing to herself.

"... You do make the first cut, though, and you use my knife to do it, since yours is probably covered with something unspeakable that would despoil my beautiful creation." "Or she can use mine," said a male voice, from behind me. I turned. There was Oberon, still in his mostly-unassuming buise, the antlers on his brow small enough not to attract more attention than he wanted. He was wearing red, which was a little odd, since he wasn't part of the official wedding party, but he was also Oberon, which meant absolutely no one, not even his daughters, was going to tell him "no". And he was holding a knife by the blade, offering it to me hilt-first. I blinked, first at the blade, then at him. "Sire?" I asked. This was one of those things that probably held some great meaning and import no one had ever bothered to explain to me, assuming it wouldn't be important enough to matter. ... "I would be honored," I said, and took the knife from Oberon's hand, turning to face the cake. ... Oberon was gone when I turned around, leaving me holding his knife. I tightened my grip on the handle. I wasn't putting this one down until I could return it to its owner.

(And With Reveling, the novella/epilogue to When Sorrows Come, pages 360-361)

Today would be the first day I carried two knives to Arden's Court. The first, the silver, was familiar. The second was relatively new, although it felt natural and easy in my hand, and was made of a material I still hadn't identified. In a very real way, it was the only gift I had received on my actual wedding day. ... The knife was different. I hadn't even realized it was a gift at first; I'd thought it was just something I could use to cut the cake. But when I'd tried to return it, the Luidaeg had interceded, explaining that once her father - you know, Oberon himself - handed someone a weapon, it was a grave insult to hand it back, and did I really want to insult my grandfather, the Lord of All Faerie, on my wedding day? Was I that eager to become something genuinely unpleasant and leave Tybalt functionally a widower? I was not. And so now I carried a gift from the father of us all on my left hip, sharp and deadly and ready to be used. But no pressure.

(Be The Serpent, Chapter Two, pages 9-10)

Oberon's knife is given with so little ceremony Toby doesn't realize it's truly a gift at first, at a time where - for once - Toby does not actually need a knife for standard stabbing purposes. Oberon's knife immediately has the kind of importance that Toby isn't entirely comfortable with it, in stark contrast to how quick she is to accept the iron knife and how thoroughly the silver knife has become an extension of her identity. She's gotten used to being a hero, and even a hero of the realm - she lets/asks Aethlin to re-recognize her hero status so she can help investigate, which may or may not mean she's now a hero of the entire Westlands as a realm, not just Maples. (Neither of them bothers to specify.) But when a god gives you a knife, it's understandable to be a little hesitant about it. It's given under the most gift-like circumstances of the three - Dare's was a preemptive gift for self-defense, and Acacia's came with a direct request: Kill Blind Michael, or not, but choose. Oberon's gift is more to have than to cut that cake, even if it's not laid out until later.

Dare's knife's metal isn't actually specified in Rosemary and Rue - it's specified when things are iron in that book, but Toby never actually bothers to mention what they use instead. It comes up for the first time in A Local Habitation, instead. What's important to know at the time is that it's a knife, and a pretty unexceptional one, because Dare thinks Toby might need it. Acacia's knife, of course, is immediately singled out as iron. Oberon's knife is just left as "a knife" in And With Reveling (most importantly, a CLEAN knife,) but when it first comes up in Be The Serpent its material is explicitly mentioned as unknown. We immediately know that will be important. Oberon's children are heroes. The man himself does not give weapons lightly.

The Luidaeg waited until the door was closed behind her before she spoke again. "I saw my father hand you a knife at the wedding," she said. "I know he didn't take it back. Do you have it with you?" "I do," I said, and touched the knife belted to my hip. "Show me." Pulling the knife from its sheath felt like a promise I didn't want to be making, as if by doing so, even when asked, I was committing to using it for its intended purpose. The Luidaeg held her hand out and I dropped the handle into her palm, letting her take the blade for me. She lifted it toward the light, squinting. "Hmm," she said. "I think it's antler, rather than bone, but it should still work." "Oh, go- Wait, what?" "Antler. You know what those are, don't you?" She offered the knife back. I took it. "They're the handles on the stag. Not that I'd suggest grabbing them if you don't have a damn good reason, since the best-case scenario when you do that is being stuck on the end of a pissed-off stag. Bone would be better, but I guess Daddy has a renewable source for antler. He drops them every spring, right around Moving Day, and we used to use them for all sorts of things. There's a piece in every hope chest." "You're telling me that I've been carrying around a piece of Oberon?" I demanded, staring at the knife in my hand. The Luidaeg nodded, apparently untroubled. "He isn't good at showing people he likes them, but he must like you, if he's giving you one of those. He tends to keep them close, given what they're used for." "What's that?" "Murder, mostly." She said it so lightly, like it was nothing out of the ordinary. "Silver and iron for a Firstborn, silver and bone - or antler - for our parents. Not that we know that for sure, of course. It was just what the magic seemed to indicate, and what the oracles Saw, back when there were enough of us to ask." I kept staring at the knife. I couldn't seem to take my eyes away. "So you're telling me this knife could - could -" "Could kill Titania, if you used it correctly and caught her off-guard, yes, I am," said the Luidaeg.

(Be The Serpent, Chapter Twelve, pages 161-162)

Oberon's knife is a piece of himself, and it is the ability to kill one of the Three, if Toby dares, if Toby deems it necessary. Granted, that last part was also the case with Acacia's knife - she's Firstborn too, after all. (And of course, ANY knife has the capacity to kill a changeling like Toby starts the series, or Dare.) But coming from the King of All Faerie, it feels even more tremendous, particularly because it's given when the only one of the Three active is Oberon himself. He's actually surprised when Toby discusses killing Titania or threatens him in Be The Serpent. He isn't actually expecting her to start thinking about killing gods with her god-killing knife. Oberon doesn't think about things he knows A LOT. Toby probably gets it from him.

But he's already given her his absolute trust. You don't give someone the one kind of knife that can kill your wives and yourself if you think they would use it irresponsibly.

Toby's wedding is in many ways, in- and out of universe, a recognition of her heroism. Oberon's knife is, as well. And with it comes the burden she's locked herself into: She's the one who brought Oberon home. She's the restorer of the Roane. She's the one who will go to the Heart of Faerie. She has broken the bindings on Titania, set on her by Oberon himself, and destroyed the illusions of Titania; unraveling something of Maeve's seems as inevitable as finding her and bringing her home as well. The antler knife isn't just marking her a hero, it's marking her as something all but mythic.

Even a hero would be nervous about that responsibility.

But for all the weight it carries, it still feels natural to use, just like the iron knife. The antler knife and the role it brings with it are just as much a part of Toby as the silver and iron. And by the time she receives it, she's more than earned it already.

#violence #moreso than the sheer fact of Knife Meta implies there's a death scene under the cut #october daye #october daye series #meta #wall of text below the cut #spoilers through the most recent books; quotes through Be The Serpent #toby daye #Dare october daye #Acacia october daye #Oberon october daye #not gonna tag the other appearances here but I feel like the knife-givers deserve it

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deadaldipshit-jpg · 10 months

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↳ ❝¡BORED❞

Minho x gn reader

Genre - angst

Word count - 0.4k

Warning - fake dating breakup. Unrequited feelings. Pretty angsty

An - had this idea for a while. Inspired by the song bored by ari abdul. Just wrote this ehole thing on my phone. Hope you guys like it. Please reblog if you like it.

"What do you mean you dont like me back. Did these past few months mean nothing to you? " minho said, staring at you with tears threatening to fall out of his eyes. You would have felt pity for him, but it was his fault.

"Arent you the one who said that going out on dates, spending time with others, and kissing was just for fun." Minho looked like a kicked puppy, but you continued. " You told me not to fall in love. So it's kind of stupid how you did"

You were fresh out of a relationship with a toxic partner and were really bored. You wanted the feeling of being in a relationship without having to put in the effort of falling in love. Luckily for you, minho was in need of a fake partner to get rid of a plethora of exs.

His one condition for both of you to date was that you wouldn't fall in love and that you would know that this relationship would include all regular relationship things, but it was just to make someone jealous. You accepted cause you viewed minho as just a random person who had the solution to your boredom

Tou spent the next few months in a fake relationship. You spent more than one night waking up in his arms, on the couch with him, holding you tight. His cold eyes that used to be unerving when he kissed you were warm now. His empty sentences carried so much meaning now. You were still the same. Putting the same amount of interest that you did when you started.

It took you a while, but you realized that he was the one falling in love with you. You couldn't afford to be tied down in a relationship with the person you didn't even really like, so you decided to break it off. You went to his place in the morning. He pouted for a kiss but instead heard the line. "Whatever was between us is over now."

"But I love you." Guess what? i dont"

"Yoh were the one who was agaisnt the idea of falling in love. And i never wanted to really daye you in the first place. I only did cause i wanted to know what it was like." He stared at you for a minute before saying,"So you used me." "It was both ways if you dont remember it"

"I will be leaving tomorrow. I get that you love me or something, and that's why i can't continue this." And you walked out of his front door.

Minho was shocked at the whole situation. But sitting alone in his house after you walked out hit him with the realization that this was not a book. It wasn't one of those fake dating stories, and he just lost his love. And they were never his to begin with

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wellpresseddaisy · 7 months

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Cherry Ripe

@momo-t-daye and @greens-your-color...you wanted to see the fic that might contain words born the same year as Severus. This concept has been knocking around my brain for a while, but finally found a place thanks to both of you!

“Would you kindly sod off, Headmaster?” Severus growled.

He knew going into the staff room for a digestif with Minerva would prove to be a mistake. For one, the coffee was appalling. For another, it gave Dumbledore a prime opportunity to corner him.

Minerva, the traitor, sniggered into her substandard coffee.

“It’s such a very small request, Severus. Miniscule, even. And think how much joy you could bring into the lives of the aged?” Albus wheedled. “They would be so terribly excited to see you perform again. Your grandmother was a favorite of many.”

Severus nearly bit his own tongue in outrage.

“Last year, you degenerate old codger, you had me in a catsuit and some reprobate kept yelling ‘show us your arse then, darling’.” He hoped his scathing tone would singe the old arsehole’s beard off.

“Douglas Harriot went off to his next great adventure this December last,” Albus explained hurriedly, sensing his moment. “He won’t be in the audience to trouble you. And it is for charity.”

Severus favored him with the stink eye that sent most students scarpering for the hall before detentions went flying.

“I’m sure you’re very frightening, dear boy. Not one of us wonders how you keep your more vivacious students in check. I suppose I could manage to find an extra free weekend for you each term and…seven more free evenings this year?”

“What do you have in mind?” Severus sighed.

“There was a really splendid scene in a show on the telly that I saw with Cecilia and Deidre the last time I went round for tea…you’re not adverse to cross-casting, are you?”

Cherry ripe, Cherry ripe

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Which was how Severus found himself seven weeks later, crossing the stage in the Jolly Jents Revue (all proceeds to go to the Aged Alchemists Fund) while wearing a flame-colored velvet corset (with matching and spangled pants) and singing:

Ripe I cry…

He tossed a long curl over his shoulder and hoped against hope that the pompadour they’d swooped his front hair into would hold. It had to last at least through You'd Be Surprised, Sister Susie’s Sewing Shirts for Soldiers and The Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me.

The extra free weekends would be worth it.

"Show us your arse then, darling!"

For example, he could use one to murder Lucius Malfoy.

#severus snape #albus dumbledore #albus dumbledore singlehandedly keeps many elderly alchemists in comfortable retirement through fundraisers #also this is likely an everyone lived au because the tv show referenced came out on 2007 #i just couldn't resist it

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kusaka6e · 2 years

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OVER

laxus x fem!reader

brief nsfw, 18+!!

angst

insp by over by lucky daye

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you knew he was no good for you. he brought out the absolute worst in you, as you did for him.

so why couldn’t either of you let go?

his knuckles were tingling with anger as he scrolled through his blocked phone numbers, knowing yours by heart and unblocking you for the umpteenth time. it only rings a few times before you answer, your voice flustering him and angering him all at once.

maybe that’s why he couldn’t let you go. he was such a stoic person, until it came to you. as much as he hated to admit it, you were one of very few people he chose to let his emotions show through to.

“what?”

“i can’t even get a hello?”

“no, you can’t. what do you want?“

“you.”

you roll your eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. you’d gone on a date with someone a few nights ago and while it was nothing serious, you still hoped it wouldn’t get back to him. but of course, it did. it always did.

before you have a chance to answer, you hear his keys jingling on his end of the phone, making you groan.

“i’ll see you soon.”

you knew exactly how this would go. but you were dumb enough to believe in the potential for change, so you still unlock your door for him. you’d changed your locks, what, three times now? but you still always opened the door for him.

against your better judgement, you let him wrap you in a hug, soaking yourself in the few moments of peace you had before he opened his mouth again.

that was the problem. he was so good at doing exactly what you wanted, just enough to make you soften and let you back in. he knew what you wanted to hear like the back of his hand. he had you so infatuated with him that you’d probably let him drag you down to hell, as long as it meant you got to hold his hand on the way down.

you couldn’t stand how at home you felt under his touch. but it made you anxious to wonder how long it would last this time.

and of course, he made sure to push those thoughts to the back of your mind as he carried you into your bedroom, kissing you with so much purpose that you almost believed it would last this time around.

it was the way he wrote love letters against your core with his tongue every time. the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear while inside you, the way he was so gentle with you after you two were done.

you always believed ‘actions speak louder than words.’ and normally that’s simple; but with laxus, that mindset only confused you more.

“you’re only here so i can get closure from you.”

“how many times have you said that before?”

“i’m serious, laxus.”

you weren’t. it ended the same as always, a screaming match with hurtful things said back and forth, blocking each other for awhile, just for him to come crawling back.

you groan as you hear a knock on your door, rubbing your teary eyes.

“i thought it was over.”

“then why do you always answer when i call back?”

him being indecisive was exhausting, but it wasn’t the worst of it.

“who’s your new little lover?”

“huh?”

“you heard me.” he didn’t look up as he picked at a scar on his hand, making your stomach drop. he could only be referring to the person you’d been on a date with some weeks ago. you’d only seen them once more, but it didn’t end up amounting to anything serious.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh don’t be coy, (y/n). i already talked to them, you can cut the shit. i already know, so you might as well tell me what happened.”

“you… what?” your eyebrows furrow, anger brewing in your chest.

before he can answer, you pull your phone from your back pocket and shoot a text, trying to confirm if that had actually happened.

“pretty eager to text someone you claim doesn’t mean anything to you.”

“because that’s not your business? if you won’t make me your girlfriend again, you have no say in who i spend my time with. and, i’m not lying about them not meaning anything. i haven’t talked to them in weeks.”

you tune out his next snide remark, reading the text in front of you.

‘i’ve never spoken to your ex, idk what you’re talking about’

your ears begin to ring, disbelief an understatement for what you were feeling.

“you fucking liar.”

“what?”

“you didn’t fucking talk to anyone.”

he chuckles, shaking his head as he finally looks at you.

“no, i didn’t. but look at how quickly you wanted to talk to someone other than me because i said i did.”

you take a deep breathe as you stare him down angrily, unable to process what he just said.

“you’re a pyscho.”

“because i wanted to prove that you’d be fucking other people given the chance?”

“that’s not your business, laxus! you can’t make me miserable and be pissed at the idea that someone might want to treat me better, that isn’t how this works!”

he just shrugs, his nonchalant attitude only infuriating you more.

you clutch the pendant around your neck, tugging it off and effectively breaking the chain. this finally gets a rise out of him, making you give him a sarcastic smirk.

the necklace was a gift from him when he’d asked you to be his girlfriend. and even now that you two had broken up and gotten back together a million times, you always wore it. in a way, it gave you hope that eventually you two would find a way to fix things.

you throw it at him as angry tears pour down your cheeks, the growing lump causing your throat to grow sore.

“i don’t ever wanna see you again.”

he’d never seen you like this. emotional and sad, sure. but he’d never seen anger seep from your skin the way it was now.

“(y/n), you don’t mean-“

“i do. get out, and never come back.”

he stared at you in disbelief, hesitating before standing and slowly walking towards the door.

you lagged behind him, making sure he actually left. he reached to cradle the side of your face in his hand, something he knew you always loved. and when you smacked his hand away, he was sure he felt something in him break.

“i… i’m sorry, (y/n).” you shake your head, unable to put any faith in his apology.

“bye, laxus.”

you inhale heavily as the door closed, falling to your knees against it and feeling your body shake with sobs.

you were so unsure of how you felt. you loved laxus with everything in you, but you couldn’t stand to be walked all over anymore.

one thing was for certain.

it was finally over.

#fairy tail x reader #fairy tail angst #fairy tail #fairy tail laxus #laxus #laxus x reader #laxus dreyar #laxus angst #laxus dreyar angst

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Am I the only that thinks hybe getting Jungkook to collab with usher instead of jimin is slimy as hell? I’m not saying it wasn’t out of convenience, usher and scooter Braun have a history (he calls him his soul brother) so getting him to collab with a bts member was surely appealing to usher anyone would jump at the chance but to not give it to jimin someone who’s expressed that this is someone he idolized growing up is shitty as hell. Not saying jimin wouldn’t be happy for Jungkook or be supportive but after watching the dance performance he compliments jimin so well. It’s a shame he’s a Zionist and all so in a way it’s a relief he wasn’t working with jimin but before that came out all I felt was anger for jimin tbh. It’s like if jimin collaborated with Justin Bieber someone who Jungkook has idolized and basically shaped his entire personality around. I know he would feel some type of way but one of my mutuals also said jimin has changed the last few years so maybe usher isn’t his favorite artist anymore and maybe that’s true but I doubt it. He has namedropped him many times over the years just like he did for fast and furious but I think jimin is not the type of person to reach out to an artist, at least from the very small collaborations he’s done he was the one that was always being asked. Sometimes I wish jimin took initiative because I do not want him to work with usher anymore but I would love for him to work with kehlani, h.e.r., mahlia, aamaree, ariana, lucky daye extc. There’s so many artists that would compliment his voice but I just feel as though he never feels the need to reach out like the other members do.

Mmm I don’t think it was slimy more like a wasted opportunity in general or something that could’ve had more artistic merit had he been involved with jimin. Like you have an artist like usher and then just shove him on a remix? Dumb. Fts should always be representative of bringing someone on that you feel could either bridge a gap to make a more complete song or enhancing it. Not just putting someone on the track just to be there. If you do the later, it just ends up sounding disjointed in the end. For example, I can’t imagine usher being on any song on face cause he doesn’t fit the vision jimin was going with. Jimin even said there were no fts on face because he didn’t feel right with someone else singing on tracks about his personal experiences.

In jk’s case, usher fits what he’s going for. Which is basically an imitation of him and several others. They’re collecting the major male solo artists to get them to collab with jk. Not only to bring him more clout but to also have him aligned with that image of the next big male soloist in america. Justin beiber is gonna be the last infinity stone in that gauntlet and we all know they probably have that lined up already.

It’s also kinda unrealistic to call “dibs” on an artist just because someone idolizes them. Chances are if another member genuinely wanted to, they’d approach them. Doesn’t make sense to put something that you already have planned on hold just to wait for person A, who has nothing planned with said artist, to maaaybe put something in the works with them, out of courtesy to them. I understand that the novelty of it might be dampened since someone in the group nabbed him first, but that doesn’t mean usher can never be utilized again as a ft. And the product from the second time around would probably be infinitely better anyway. (In theory. I’d rather him not work with him) It’s very easy to conflate all these instances as slights towards jimin since hybe is always working against him and maybe there is some hint of that in this decision, but it wasn’t their goal with this imho.

Claiming jimin doesn’t take initiative in terms of doing collabs is odd to me though, cause you can’t say that if it was never on the docket for him. I could understand if he was constantly teasing or nudging at usher for a collab, but he never has. He just mentions that he loves his work. And like I said, if he didn’t fit the vision then there’s no point of putting him on a song. I’m sure there probably are collabs for jimin in the future that he has planned. Good chance it won’t be with anybody who any of us envisioned (I’ve dreamed of him doing a collab with banks for ages) and that’s gonna have to be okay. Cause if it works and it works for him then 🤷🏾‍♀️

#I agree with there being a lot of artists that would compliment his vocals though #him and muni harmonizing on angel is what set off my entire jimin x female artist tirade cause they sounded amazing #also wouldn’t mind him working with ari if it’s in the cards cause I love her discography

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Double Trouble || Jookyun - Ch.2

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut (eventual)

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

The boys led you out of the lounge and towards the valet outside. Speaking with a couple of people along the walk to the front, you tried to get out of the way but they never let you wander far. One of the other gives you lingering touches and heated glances here and there.

When the valet pulls their black Range Rover up, you were unsure of where to sit. As if reading your mind,

Changkyun steps up and opens the front passenger door for you. "Here princess, you sit in the front."

You internally squeal at what you hope is your new nickname.

"Come on, I don't bite." Jooheon beckons, already behind the wheel and waiting for you to get in.

You hear Changkyun snort at this comment. Hmm, so he bites? You think. Jackpot. "Thank you." You tell Changkyun as you get in.

He makes his way to the back seat and soon you are pulling away from the lounge. The club was on another side of town, so you were looking at about a 20-minute drive. Jooheon begins fiddling with the radio putting on some Lucky Daye at a low enough volume to chat if wanted. He has taste.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence. Changkyun chimes in from the back seat. He leans up, his head poking between you and Jooheon. "Hyung, I've got an idea."

You glance at him and he's wearing a smirk. You're starting to wonder if letting them carry you away and getting you alone so quickly was a mistake.

Jooheon chuckles a bit. "Oh, Changkyunnie has an idea! That'll be fun. What is it?"

"Let's play a game." You snort in your mind at this. They're already playing a game with you. You're just trying to figure out what it is.

"What kind of game?" You ask curiously.

"Oh, nothing too crazy. Just a round of questions to pass the car ride. I told you, we want to get to know you more. The only penalty is, if you don't answer, we get to ask another question." He smiles. Jooheon affirms.

And you wanted to know more about them as well. Besides lusting after them, they seemed interesting, and fun to be around. Even in the limited time you've spent, you've noticed how doting and sweet they are. Of course, this could all be a ploy to get into your pants, but you've already told yourself that you would accept whatever came of this and enjoy the ride.

"Okay, that sounds like fun. I want to learn more about you two as well." You smile at them both.

"Wonderful! I'll start," Jooheon exclaims. "What were you thinking about when you were staring at us earlier?" Changkyun cocks his head your direction awaiting an answer.

Wow. Out the gate with a tough one. You couldn't tell the truth. "I was imagining what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of you." But you had to answer. So you deflect.

"I don't think I was staring. Though I was probably wondering how long it would take for you to come up to me." Though said playfully, you hoped they would accept your answer.

You are incredibly nervous but figured it would be best to try to convince them you could hold your own for as long as you could. Deep down you know it wouldn't take much for the two of them to wear you down. Have you begging on your knees. If you jumped out of the window for them, there would be no turning back. But what fun is it to give in immediately?

They both laugh. "Cute." Changkyun says.

"So you knew we'd approach you?" Jooheon asks.

"Hold on. I believe it's my turn."

"Whoa, excuse me." Joo holds a hand up in surrender. "You're right. Ask away, baby."

Baby. Fuck. He threw you off already but you quickly regained yourself. You had many questions but you were aware you had limited time and opportunity. So you ran through options that would get you the most information.

"You two have apparently seen me around before. Why wait till now to say something?"

"You both keep saying 'we'. What's the deal with that?"

"Are you together?"

"Are you both interested?"

"Do you share everything?"

You settle on, "You both keep saying 'we' or 'us'. What's the deal with that?" You just had to know.

Changkyun answers matter-of-factly, "we do everything together, as I'm sure you know. That also includes personal matters."

"So are you two together?" You ask.

"Aht aht, I believe it's our turn." Jooheon says throwing your earlier statement back at you.

"I- you're right." You say defeated.

"What would you think if we were together?" Joo asks raising an eyebrow.

You would obviously love it if they were both interested. You want them both, even better if they share and get along. Changkyun says they do everything together. At that, your mind wandered to the possibilities. You have no problem with any scenario you dreamed up. "I'd love it." You answer frankly.

"Interesting," Changkyun says while looking at you adoringly. "We'll have to talk about this more. But for now, we're here." Leaning back.

You pout, "but it was my turn."

Joo coos at you. "Aw, we can keep playing once we get inside." He puts the car in park and hops out to walk to your side.

Opening the door for you he grabs your hand to help you out and hooks it in his arm. You're silently losing your mind. You can feel how big and hard his arm is even through his shirt.

Changkyun joins your other side and glides his hand down your back, leaving chills in its wake, stopping just above your ass on your lower back. Hold it together.

Walking past some of the patrons waiting to get in, you clock a couple of jealous stares. You ignore it. No need to psyche yourself out because of any outside influence.

As you make it to the door, security immediately recognizes them. "Boys! Welcome." He calls someone on his walkie earpiece. "The twins are here."

He promptly lets you in, and we're greeted by the hostess who will guide you all to their private section.

The club is incredible. It's decorated in black with gold accents. It has a high-end feel to it. There are mirrors on either side of the dance floor, reflecting and shimmering the lights like gold glitter. There's a stage currently being occupied by a DJ. The dance floor is packed as well as the bar to the back but navigating the throngs of people was easy enough.

There were several booths and sections on the main floor, where you thought you would be but you were taken to the back and up a set of stairs. There's a hall with several doors lining it. You can still hear the music downstairs but it's certainly not as loud. More muffled.

"Here you go, gentlemen and lady." She offers you a polite smile while opening a door and gesturing you inside. "Kihyun made sure the bar was fully stocked and as well as two bottles of your favorite champagne." She gestures to the table. "If you need anything please don't hesitate to call in a server from the phone here. Enjoy your evening." We thank her and she leaves us alone.

This room is fairly huge. There's a full bar with seating for 5 and a lounge area with two comfy-looking couches and chairs. There appears to be a karaoke setup here as well with a couple of large TVs on a wall and opposite of that there's a large window overlooking the club. Here you wander over and take a look out.

"Whoa. You can see everything. This is quite nice. Thank you for inviting me." You turn and look at them beaming brightly.

Changkyun has started pouring drinks for you three and Jooheon has joined you at the window. Placing a hand on the small of your back.

"You're absolutely welcome baby. Hopefully, you don't think we're overdoing it, trying to impress you." He says half-jokingly. If you squint really hard, you'd think he was nervous.

Not wanting to play too hard to get, you give them a bone. "Well consider me impressed Jooheon."

He smiles brightly at you. Gently he grabs your hand and raises it to his mouth. Your heart skips a beat. "Please, call me Honey." He places a gentle kiss on your skin.

"Okay. Honey." You're breathless but you smile.

"Come. Let's sit."

You both move to join Changkyun. He's sitting in a chair directly next to the end of one of the couches. He gestures for you to sit on the couch, and Jooheon takes his place on the cushion to your left. You're trapped, again.

Grabbing a glass, you take a sip. "You know, I'm starting to feel like prey being cornered by you two."

Changkyun raises a brow at you while finishing his sip. "Why? Do you feel trapped?" Is he in my head?

You play with the thought in your mind. "Not trapped but I feel surrounded." You all laugh a bit.

Honey adds, "does that make you uncomfortable?"

Your face heats up. He's lounging with his arm around the back of the couch gently moving his thumb over your skin near the tiny strap of your dress. You're very comfortable. In fact, you've been trying to keep yourself from being too comfortable. You're failing miserably.

You look between the pair of them. "Not uncomfortable. But I'm feeling hunted." You raise a brow at Honey.

"Ah, you think you haven't already been caught." Changkyun says tipping his glass in your direction. Taking another sip.

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consultingjedi · 1 year

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the sleep no more excerpt dropped, and i… have a lot of thoughts. too many thoughts. nearly two thousand words of thoughts under the cut (though half of those are quotes).

!!! huge spoilers for all of the october daye series !!!

(some details referenced from the wiki. thank you wiki contributors, you're amazing.)

> The two Moving Days, when the least among us—those ranked even lower than changelings like myself—are free to pack up their lives and move along to their next home.

whee, starting off immediately fucked up. the moving day description is very "the exception that proves the rule" – apparently fae can only leave at this time.

also, no doubt that changelings' lots are even worse now than they were before.

> Oberon himself has granted his blessing

has he? has he, titania? is he even around, by choice or otherwise?

> the levels of hospitality required by Oberon’s decree and not a crumb or comment more

color me unsurprised that amandine holds to the mere letter of the law and no more.

> I felt shamefully as if I held some actual station in our house.

toby fought so hard for recognition. this is a triple punch of her no longer having that recognition, still wanting that, not feeling that she deserves it.

> one of the children glanced back over her shoulder with glossy eyes and a quivering lip, making me wonder whether they had first sought sanctuary in my uncle’s halls. Fools.

well, sylvester (or some… facsimile of him) is probably around and acting terribly. rest in (hopefully temporary) peace, sylvester's character development. i wonder how much of this is luna, though.

> The bread was rich with herbs he had grown himself, and I sometimes suspected he enchanted it in some small way, to give petitioners luck on the journey yet ahead of them.

simon <3 also the back door = simon's space, front door = amandine's space is… interesting.

> removed changeling children from the household they were born to serve was not a violation of the rules, but it was unseemly at the very least, and unwise by any measure.

i will yell about this more later but. sounds bad!

> the comforting scent of smoke and roses.

on the one hand: comfort in august (and maybe simon's) magic scents! on the other hand. roses, mm, mixed connotations those have had.

> The word was devoid of context in my mind, and I opened my eyes, blinking into the dimness. What was a lawn?

and here we have the first (maybe only) evidence of leak through from the… non-titania world, whatever that may be. at the very least toby knows some things she shouldn't.

> thank Oberon and his beautiful bride

bride? singular? titania what are you doing…

> There is no shame in standing by the rules of your house.

honestly this feels like the most out of character thing for toby yet. toby, breaker of rules and shirker of authority, expressing obedience? oof.

> My blood and magic clearly felt the same, for they had never been inclined to illusions, however hard I struggled to master and call them forth. Nothing in me wished to lie.

this is… a lot. does toby know she's dochas sidhe, not daoine? if she does, does she know what that means for her in terms of magical strengths and abilities?? and "nothing in me wished to lie" – hahahah, except for the huge lie of her entire fake life that titania has forced upon her.

> The kitchen is and has always been Father’s domain. [...] I have always felt most comfortable in the kitchen and the kitchen garden.

simon and toby <3 <3 <3

> I am better left behind the scenes, protected and anonymous. Father sees that need in me, and has always done his best to nurture it.

whiplash! ouch, terribly, no good, very bad. i wonder how much of this on simon's part is an attempt to protect toby-the-changeling from the awfulness of titania's faerie, and how much of it is the changelings-as-servants mindset from that very same… (there is some interesting similarity here of toby not really enjoying the limelight/public speaking/etc, but she's no shrinking violet by any means.)

> A direct descendant of Melia, then, most likely, only two generations removed from Maeve’s dishonor.

i have many questions. is this a reference to a specific act on maeve's part or something else? a real action twisted into something else by titania or something made up entirely?

> The children of the Firstborn are meant to know better, to be better as an example for all of Faerie.

here, i wonder how much of this is amandine versus how much of it is titania.

> neither of which I was authorized to give

the difference between toby in her own home providing shelter to so many, and here in amandine's tower not having any autonomy… ow.

> It would have pained me to lie to them. I would have done it anyway, of course. I knew my duty almost as well as I knew my place.

no comment. just… fucked up.

> We dwell here, between demesnes, because [amandine] has no desire to guide or guard a holding, only to live in peace with her family and be left alone.

well, that doesn't seem like it's changed. though obviously amandine's idea of peace doesn't usually jive well with anyone else's happiness.

> Mother had taught me they were the best Maeve could do in imitating her better sister, and should be pitied but never trusted.

ah, the usual Yikes(™).

> “Golden Shore,” said Maia. “We have heard that such as we can be welcome there.” [...] it was the best any changeling born without a promised place could hope for.

interestingly, golden shore seems to be approximately equivalent to earlier canon. maybe worse in reputation, but they did take in changelings and supply food.

> As [amandine] also refused to allow any member of her family to shop in mortal lands, we had to purchase our eggs from Golden Shore

first, wow amandine you controlling asshole. second, i bet this extends not just to shopping but to leaving the summerlands entirely. makes me wonder if titania is primarily exerting control over the summerlands and/or the kingdom of the mists, but not the rest of faerie? even for one of the Three, this must be quite an exertion of power (though it likely depends on the physicality + how many people are caught up in it, of course).

> had not Maeve so cruelly cut us off from the deeper lands of Faerie.

ahaha but oberon did that, not maeve. perhaps this is the 'dishonor' referred to earlier.

> the [changeling] children they claim rarely last a handful of seasons. They break.

fuuuuuucked up.

> “Your kindness is noted, and will be remembered,”

toby's still toby, even after it all 😭

> The lives of changelings were short and brutal, better than humans only because they could see the glories of Faerie, worth less than both humans and fae in every other possible way.

did i say fucked up? well. fucked up. and the degree to which toby has internalized this is extra fucked up.

> Who was I, orchestrated, wanted, and beloved, to pretend at understanding what they suffered? [...] If Mother tired of me and cast me out before August was ready to establish a household of her own, I had little doubt that I wouldn’t survive the year. [...] Mother has made sure I knew that well and truly.

toby, the fact that you have a legitimate concern about this directly contradicts what you just said. subconsciously she knows that amandine doesn't love her. (also, the later offer from the hamadryad for toby to leave with them is just. even strangers can see there's a fucked up dynamic here.)

> I had never lived a day outside this tower, and Oberon willing, I never would.

hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha (sarcastic). again, though, really reinforcing (via steel chair to the face) how much this is not our toby.

> My mother, Amandine, is daughter to Oberon himself, and my father, Count Torquill, keeps no noble Court because he is sworn alchemist to the Rose of Winter

first, interesting that amandine is being open about her firstborn status now. second, simon no :((((((((. third, oh fuck me sideways evening may be awake. (though, interestingly, if this is a dream world, she may still be more 'real' than other folks if she's asleep but sharing the dream-reality.) (also, 'rose of winter' – evening may also be open about her firstborn status? presumably because titania is around to favor her daughter.)

> I was simply a girl who knew her place, who was content where she was, who understood her limitations.

[screams]

> More tired than I should have been after such a brief encounter

i wonder how much of this is emotional, versus how much might be toby being tired from pregnancy?

> My name, as I have now stated twice, is October. That is all.

[SCREAMS LOUDER] did i say steel chair? sorry, i meant a wrecking ball. toby is always, always, always introduced as october daye, the knight of lost words. often with additional titles. she is never just october.

> My mother’s trick is in changing the balance of someone’s blood.

so toby knows what her mother can do, but does she know what she herself is capable of? i bet not, if amandine is trying to keep her contained.

> they rendered our social customs unstable and unsustainable, for any changeling child could get their hands upon one such and remake themselves in Titania’s image without intervention or consent.

in titania's image, hmm? also interesting, this is just like the early rhetoric around hope chests as being items of legend, unavailable to modern fae.

> Her services are but one of the many reasons changelings are better off within the Court system rather than hiding in hovels with parents who should have known better than to bear them without.

so much internalized hatred for changelings! also, amandine openly using her power in addition to being known as firstborn – doubly wild.

> I will never marry, never have a household or children of my own.

haha. hahahahahhaha. but. also. toby, i weep. she's going to be so fucking confused.

> Each noble house and each among the Firstborn is asked to do their duty, to provide a pair of hands to press into the service of greater Faerie.

this is both uhhh kind of gross and so extremely titania-esque. this hatred of changelings as lesser and yet also 'ready made servants.' forcing everyone to have kids. yikes.

> whose daughter, January, still dwelt in her father’s halls in Briarholme.

interesting, given we know jan's dad is dead and has been for almost a century. perhaps this means that january inherited the place, or that in this version of faerie her dad is… someone else?

> A pureblood could no more offer insult to a changeling than a cat could look at a king

as pointed out by many on the discord server… a cat can look at a king. but, apparently, not in titania's faerie.

> strong against iron, which would be the preferred means of disciplining an unruly commoner who somehow offended a noble.

… if i recall correctly, iron exposure is considered torture normally? and now it's used as common discipline? fucked up!

> If August left without me, my death would be the likely outcome.

hmm. yikes! i would like to think that simon and august would not let that happen, but between titania and amandine… to reiterate: yikes.

> I slumped into one of the uncomfortable couches Mother insisted were appropriate for the sitting room

it amuses me that amandine has shit taste in interior decorating.

> Something was terribly wrong, if Faerie’s children were so afraid of their own homes, their own places. I frowned to myself, a private expression. Such thoughts were unbefitting.

more cracks in the wall! toby cares, and toby knows this is fucked up, even if both her conditioning and her conscious mind are trying to tell her otherwise.

> Nothing was wrong. Nothing could be wrong, not in Titania’s Faerie. [...] To fail her was to fail Faerie.

[screams EXTREMELY loudly] this is going to go so well (dripping sarcasm).

closing thoughts: toby is in quite a bad place, but she's still herself underneath it all, and there are already some cracks showing. amandine's situation may be different but her attitude towards toby and the rest of her family clearly hasn't changed from treating them as playthings that she owns. titania seems to be... as fucked up as expected.

honestly i can't wait for this book i am so excited to see how this all catches on fire.

#october daye #uhhh meta i guess?#please tell me your thoughts #i am extremely curious for folks who had theories about this being a dream vs reality: does this excerpt change things?

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pantherlover · 10 months

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A Local Habitation Re-Read: Part 1

Ha ha, SO: my break was a little bit longer than I expected it to be, but I'm so excited for the next books that I decided to keep going with my re-read. Hopefully I'll keep going for more than one book this time!

As always, this is not a spoiler-free recap, and please come talk to me about stuff!

Chapter One:

Kerry and Stacy!!! We don't see Kerry very often, which is a shame, because I love it when she pops up. Hopefully she'll show up more in later books. (Also: Stacyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)

Tybalt's first appearance! And Toby's continued *flawless* understanding of her and Tybalt's relationship. I'm totally sure he's there because you're in debt to him, Toby; it doesn't have anything to do with how you almost died three or four times in the last book, or how he wants to check on you to see if you're okay.

And finally, she gets her leather jacket! I'd almost forgotten that it was Tybalt's jacket first, and then it was SUPER disorienting in the first book when she didn't have it.

Seeing how Toby's relationship progresses both with Tybalt *and* the Shadow Roads is honestly one of the most interesting parts of my re-read. It's fun seeing her go from HATING the Shadow Roads and being entirely dependent on Tybalt to navigate them to being the one to get Tybalt off of them more than once. It's such a natural progression in the books that it's super jarring to go back to where it started.

Chapter Two:

There's a lot of reasons that I want an October Daye TV show; seeing how rose goblins would be depicted is very high on that list.

Toby and Sylvester's non-conversation about coming to live in Shadowed Hills makes me wonder if Toby will eventually give up her residence in the mortal world and permanently move to the Summerlands. I don't think that she'd move into someone's court, given that Tybalt probably wouldn't be comfortable living in the Divided Courts even after he gives up his position as King of Cats. Maybe she'll establish or takeover a knowe if/when she re-establishes Home?

One of the reasons for Toby not wanting to live in Shadowed Hills being that Rayseline would kill her in her sleep is another great example of how the relationships in this series progress (or regress). I would never, in a *million* years, have thought that Rayseline would eventually ASK Toby to let her come live with her.

First mention of Duchess Riordan!

I think Toby gets better about tempting fate in later books, but *wow* is she bad about it here. 'How many precautions did I need?' Be the Serpent!Toby would never.

Chapter Three:

Luidaeg!!! She shows up MUCH faster in this book, although I don't think we ever see her in person? I have to say, as much as I love Toby's and the Luidaeg's relationship now, I'm surprisingly fond of the 'Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning' era of their relationship.

'Be careful out there. Don't go into the dark alone; don't let their eyes fool you. Remember what you're looking for. Don't trust what the blood tells you. Always look back.' I don't think Toby was *terrible* at following this? But maybe Toby should've taken the Luidaeg giving her vaguely prophetic warnings as a sign that this was going to be a lot more dangerous than babysitting duty.

I wonder if the Luidaeg is worried her geas is going to force her hand about killing Toby. Maybe the Luidaeg's hoping that she'll be able to put if off until Toby can get rid of it so she won't have to hold herself to it?

Toby talking about how the Luidaeg's lonely makes me so saaaad. And she doesn't even know!

It was Real Weird when Toby grabbed the bat (and Dare's knife) to arm herself instead of having her knives as consistent accessories. It keeps being a bit of a shock how vulnerable Toby is in the first few books - few weapons, way more killable, NO understanding of what she is/what she's capable of doing. It's fun knowing how much Toby's going to be capable of doing, but I feel, like, retroactively anxious for her right now?

That's it for now! Hopefully it won't take me too long to get back into doing this, but we'll see how it goes!

#October Daye #A Local Habitation #Reread Project

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miyuhpapayuh · 2 years

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I need some compassion…

Sighing heavily to himself, his heavy boots carry him through the double doors of the expensive high rise he calls his home.

Heading through the lobby, he waved to the esteemed receptionist. “Hey, Charlie.”

“How’s it going, Daye?” She asks. “You look a lil down.”

He sighs once again, leaning on the high desk. “Me and shorty not seein’ eye to eye, right now.”

“Aw,” she frowns. “That’s never an easy fix, is it?”

He shakes his head, not wanting to elaborate anymore on the tough situation.

“She’ll come around,” she assures. “In the meantime, go clear your head. Take a load off.” She says, but the end of her sentence comes out distorted, making him glance at her strangely.

“Thanks..” he says, before heading further through the vacant lobby towards the elevator.

Stepping on, he presses his floor and leans against the back wall, staring up at the speaker that’s playing elevator music if he’s ever heard it, a muffled voice coming through, singing about the one thing he needs from her. Compassion.

As the elevator rises towards the second floor, the doors slide open and he gives a questionable look.

“The hell?” He mumbles, pressing the key again but nothing happens.

He decides to step out and look around, realizing how empty the hall is. He also notices that the music has made its way out of the elevator and it’s swelling.

I need some compassion,

Less talk and more action

Expression of action,

Somebody please give me compassion..

The further he travels down the hall, the greener the walls become, completely throwing him off, but he ventures on.

On either side of the hall are rooms, holding flashes of the good in their relationship.

He stands before a room, holding the memory of the first time she’d confessed her love for him.

“I love you, Luck. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to show you how much I…” before she can finish her sentence, she disappears into thin air, making instinctively reach out for her.

He huffs out of frustration, venturing on. “How much she what? Cares??”

Stopping in front of another room, their first kiss plays out, pulling him back in the moment.

If there was anything he really wanted to do, it was to take her and kiss her, try and make everything better.

The door slams shut in his face, throwing him back into his harsh, lonely reality as he continues on, becoming more and more displaced.

His eyes take on the green hue that’s surrounding him, as the thought of what once was is currently taking a toll on him.

Getting to the elevator on the opposite end of the hall, not wanting to see or hear anymore, he steps on and rides to the next floor, not even bothering to push any button.

“What the fuck is going on?,” he asks as the doors close. “And, where the fuck is everybody??”

The elevator abruptly stops and opens. Maybe it got tired of him yelling, who knows.

Not even bothering with the skepticism, he steps out, immediately being consumed by the deep red light around the corner of the hall.

Feels like harder than swimmin’ up streams of waterfalls,

And we fight like we’re mad animals

Pleasure and pain like we know what we want

And it’s more than fucking physical

Rounding the corner, he stops in his tracks as traces of her litter the hall. Her scent is fresh in the air, turning him carnal.

Articles of clothing lead a trail to another room.

The scene before him is a more raunchier one, as he watches the two of them go at it.

Soon after, they begin to argue over nothing.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Lucky asks, watching her stand up from the bed and move out into the hallway.

“I don’t have time for this.” She says.

She stares him straight in the face, sending chills down his spine as she continues down the hall, fading away, yet again.

“Come back!” He yells, running out of the bedroom and into the same nothingness that claimed her.

Shaking the feeling, he continues down the hall, having the displeasure of hearing bits and pieces of every argument they’ve ever had.

“You never listen to anything I say! It’s like we’re going in circles.”

“No, don’t try and spin it on me. It’s you! I asked you to just be here for me, and you can’t even do that!”

“Then, why are we here??”

“Good point. I’m out.”

It was their first explosive fight that ended up in him storming out and leaving her alone for about a week. She’d called him, apologizing and he came running back to her. Wrapped back up in the sheets.

“Fuck you! It’s always all about you, right??” She drunkenly yells at him, as he walks down the hall— the very hall that Lucky happens to be standing in— with her hot on his trail.

“I’m not doin’ this with you. You can call me when you sober up.” His nonchalant tone pisses her off even more, making her push him as he continues to walk away.

He turns around, seeing nothing but red as she continues to yell in his face, accusing him of sleeping around and not paying an ounce of attention to her, when she’s really projecting.

“Don’t put your hands on me.”

“Or what?” She challenges, doing it again.

Gripping her up by her collar, he shoves her back. “Quit playing. I’m tryna be nice, but you pushin’ me.”

Lucky watches on, feeling the rage fester within him. His own eyes hold a carmine glow, as the room’s negative energy begins to possess him.

“Get the fuck out, how about that?” She screams.

“That’s what the fuck I’m tryna do!” He barks at her, making her slide back on the floor.

“Don’t be fucking scared now, hittin’ on me and shit!”

“I’m done!”

But he didn’t wanna be.

I don’t wanna end this,

Tell me can we both turn

Me back to love,

You back to trust..

Turning on his heels, he continues to walk down the hallway, another flash of her appearing in front of him.

An ‘I love you’ comes from her lips, further enraging him.

“Then, act like it!” He yells, watching her vanish, yet again.

Moving for the elevator, as he was done being taunted by their explosive pasts and slinky reunions.

As he approaches the next floor, a lingering chill fills the air, confusing him.

He’s met with the blues in every sense possible. He blows out a breath, scrunching his brows as he’s able to see it before him.

As he walks through the room, his rage turns into unbearable sadness. It weighs him down as he trudges through.

Sheets of ice are forming on the walls and the floor with every step he takes, as her voice rings out, replaying everything she’d said that lured him here, in the first place.

“I can’t do this, anymore.”

“Why does everything have to be so difficult? I just need you to open up your heart for me.” He pleads.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Jesus, Lucky. I can’t keep explaining this to you!”

“That’s just it, you’re not explaining anything to me. You just keep telling me what you can’t do. What can you do?”

She stares at him, but her icy eyes throw him off.

“I’m not a good person.”

“Don’t say that,” he sighs, feeling his heart break further.

“It’s the truth. You and I both know it. Things start out great, and then I fuck it up. We’ve been doing this for far too long.”

“Then, let’s try something different.”

“No. I… I don’t think it’ll be any different. I don’t wanna keep hurting you.”

“What do you think you’re doing, right now?” He asks.

“That’s what I mean. It’s not worth your heart to continue breaking. I love you enough to admit that I’m no good for you.”

“I’m not good for you…” echoes in his mind, almost making him wanna break down. Instead, he begins to take his anger out on his surroundings.

Like somehow we’ll finally turn the page,

Next page, next stage, yeah babe

As the beat drops, it drowns out the destructive rage he’s currently going on as he begins smashing everything in sight.

It could mean dangerous things if we play those games,

Then we get comfortable making the same mistakes,

Don’t make it hard to find

Know we could get it right, in no time..

And, I swear to god I’ll make things change, maintain,

Could you say you trust it too?

And, maybe I’m everything that you made

Don’t tell

I need some compassion

This time can we try

Try and see different sides?

I’ll give everything

To give you someone to know

These lies went to far

Who do we think we are?

If I fall in love again,

No, we won’t have to pretend

Huffing and puffing, he steps back on the elevator, sliding down to the floor as he’d overdone it. His heart beats in his ears.

“Is that it?? I can’t take it anymore!” He desperately bangs on the wall.

The doors slide open and he’s never been so happy to see his floor in his life. Almost running for the door to his apartment, he quickly puts the key in the door and roughly swings it open.

To his surprise, she’s sitting on his couch, waiting for him. His chest still heaving from moments prior, his mind, heart and brain feel a million feelings as he stares at her.

“I know what I said. I know how I made you feel and I’m sorry. I really am. I just… I tried to be honest, because I can’t lie to you, but I never intended on breaking your heart.” She sincerely says, her brown eyes boring into own.

Not knowing what to say in the moment, he continues to stare at her.

On one hand, he’d really give any and everything to be with her, but on the other, did he really wanna risk getting hurt all over again?

“Please say something.” She pleads.

“If we’re gonna do this, we gotta start all the way over.” He says, making the corners of her mouth turn up, making his instinctively do the same.

“Clean slate. I agree.”

“None of that bullshit, I’m serious. I’ll be outta here as fast as you can blink.” He firms.

“I promise.” She holds her hands up, surrendering.

He nods, motioning for her to come to him. She jumps up and into his arms, damn near sobbing as she truly thought she’d lost him. He felt the same.

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