#how they do my faerie girl so dirty
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Unexpected Visitors (Bat Boys x Reader)
Kinktober Day Four: In Heat
Summary// With your mother only being half river nymph, you didn’t expect to have to deal with hardly any of the things that full nymphs have to go through, especially heat. However, after a few days of painful cramping and unrelenting need, Madja diagnosed you with the thing you had thought would skip over you. So when you isolate yourself from your friends, specifically three Illyrian males, to ride it out, the last thing you expect is for them to come to your door offering help.
(My first multiple fic, my first heat fic, my first bat boys fic…ya girl is stressed but ready to impress. I hope it meets every wild fantasy you have because let's be honest, who hasn’t thought about being in the middle of them? Let me know how you like it!)
WARNINGS: 18+, smut, multiple partners, one reader, dirty talk, just so messy, oral (m&f), anal, everyone gets a hole lol, teasing, multiple orgasms, masturbation, cum eating, double penetration,
After Madja had sent you off to your apartment, giving her best advice to just ride it out until the hunger and fever broke, you felt like sobbing. The room was too hot, the feeling of your clothes on your skin stimulating you too much, and with every agonizing step towards your bedroom, you cursed your mother and her entire bloodline.
River nymphs had heats every year, it was what kept their species alive, and you couldn’t fault them for that. But you did fault your mother, who granted was only half nymph, for dismissing your concerns over the same thing happening to you and explaining that you were hardly considered one of them, your blood holding more faerie than nymph.
She had only experienced them every ten or so years so after you had hit the age of maturity and showed no signs, your mother assumed you were in the clear. If she were here now, you would be stomping your feet and shouting like a child for her lack of information that could help you at your most desperate hour.
“I’m going to die here.” You groaned, stripping off your clothes and letting the air try to dry your sweat-slicked body. “I have nothing, no one, to help and by the time anyone finds me I will be dust from how bloody hot my skin is.”
A sharp cramp twisted your stomach, sending you to your knees as you cried out in pain. Madja had given you a few tips to help you, most of them being some form of intercourse or sexual gratification, but you could barely gain the strength to use your own hand let alone prowl the streets for a poor guy.
Suddenly you remembered her suggestion of an ice bath, knowing it would at least curb the heat, and you crawled to your bathroom to turn on the tap to the coldest setting. You didn’t even wait for it to fill up, slinking all the way down as the water rose slowly.
It made you hiss at the drastic change, your skin now feeling like it was getting freezer burned, but you gritted your teeth and closed your eyes to try and meditate through the pain.
I can do this. I can get through this. I am more than my pain.
“Motherfucker.” You grunt, feeling like a knife is slicing open your belly while a fresh wave of need makes your already wet sex even wetter. Using your foot to turn off the water that was now up to your neck, you let your other hand slide into the tub and between your folds.
As soon as you touched your clit the tension in your neck and shoulders started to disappear. It was like drinking water after going through a desert, an orgasm already building up quicker than your fingers could rub.
Your mind flickered through different people, and different scenarios, trying to find one to settle on to bring you over the edge. The coil was getting tighter and tighter, your body screaming for release just as you imagine your friends, three of them to be exact, watching you hungrily as you chased your release.
The image stayed front and center in your mind, molding to them fisting their own cocks as they watched, and you felt your orgasm start to travel up your body.
Until loud, insistent knocking ripped you from your fantasy.
You let out a shriek of frustration, almost falling out of the bathtub as you got up and wrapped a towel around yourself to march over to the door. Whoever it was was still knocking, and when you yanked it open, you opened your mouth to scream at them to leave you the hell alone before letting it snap shut in shock.
Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian stood outside your apartment looking somewhat uncomfortable, all of them fidgeting in their spots as you stood there dripping wet.
Literally and figuratively.
“W-what are you guys doing here?” You stuttered, grasping your towel closer to your body while trying not to think about what you had just imagined in the bathroom. Madja had told you she would explain your condition to them, but you hadn’t expected them to come over.
“Uh, Madja told us you were sick, so we just wanted to check on you.” Cassian said while rubbing the back of his head. You knew they could smell your arousal, but you were praying to the Mother that they wouldn’t mention it, that they would just leave before the cramps came back.
“Yeah, she said you were hurting pretty bad.” Azriel added, mouth tight and hands clenched. You pinched the bridge of your nose and looked over to your High Lord, watching his eyebrows draw together in concern.
“Do you need anything, Y/N?” Rhysand asked with sincerity, making your heart flip at the kindness. They all had your best interest at heart, the four of you had been friends for years, but it was coming at the worst time possible.
“Yeah no, I’m okay.” You smiled before grunting as your cramps came back, making you grasp the doorframe with all of your strength as if it was calling out your lie. “Really, I-I’ll be fine!” The last word was more of a wheeze and you shut your eyes to take in some deep breaths.
“By the gods, Y/N, are you alright?” Rhysand cursed, catching you in his arms when your knees buckled. His warmth and scent immediately had your mind going into a frenzy, moaning as your common sense started to drift out the door when he unconsciously pulled you closer.
It felt so nice, he felt so nice, and you couldn’t stop yourself from burying your head into his neck and inhaling his smell. You missed the look he was sharing with his brothers, looking to them for answers. They licked their lips, practically tasting your arousal in the air, and Cassian motioned for everyone to go inside.
Whatever was going to happen didn’t need to be done in the hallway.
“Fuck this place is covered in her scent.” Azriel noted, his cock stirring in his pants as they went further in until they found your bedroom. He turned to look at you squirming in Rhys’s arms, noticing how you were rubbing your thighs together in need, and even he couldn’t control how his shadows slid out and down his arms in excitement and curiosity.
Rhysand laid you on the bed gingerly, groaning loudly as you all but ripped the towel off of your body. All three of them felt their morals slip, eyeing you up like a piece of meat as you reached for the closest male…who turned out to be Cassian.
You looked up at him with big, doe eyes and a pout on your lips. “Please, please touch me, I can’t do this alone…” You pleaded while moving your hands down to the front of his pants, palming the large erection that made your walls throb in want. “Cassian, please!”
He took a deep breath through his nostrils before grasping both of your hands in his own, holding you still as more pretty cries left your mouth. “What do we do? We can’t just leave her but I don’t think I can take much more of this, Rhys.”
They shared another look, as if they were speaking in their own language, before Rhys took Cassian’s place and bent down to your eye level. He grasped your face firmly, trying to use pain to get you to come back to reality for a moment so he could ask for your consent.
“Y/N? Y/N.” He said sternly, watching the light return to your eyes briefly. “You need help. We can help you but we need your consent.”
The world around was blurry, your primal instincts fighting with all their might to take back control, but you tried your best to focus on his words. They wanted to help you through this, like the good friends they were, but…
“All of you?” You questioned, words slurring while looking at Cassian and Azriel. “At the same time?”
Azriel chuckled, coming up behind you while Cassian joined Rhys in front of you. “If you can take us, angel.” He teased, one of his shadows caressing your bare arm which made a shiver overtake your body momentarily.
Rhys shot him a glare, knowing he wasn’t helping, before softening his gaze when he looked at you again. “You’re in pain, darling. Let us help you.” He cooed, his own lust prickling his blood while Cassian ran a large hand up your leg.
“We’ll take care of you sweetheart, we promise.” Cassian smirked, watching your eyes flutter at all of the attention your body was craving. It wasn’t even up for debate at the point you were out, your body so desperate for them that you would sooner throw yourself out the window than say no to the men that you dreamed of.
You licked your lips and nodded, looking deep into Rhysand’s eyes as you softly whispered, “Yes, please. I want it. I want all of you.”
As soon as you gave your permission, they descended on you, three pairs of mouths claiming you in different places. Azriel had moved your hair so he could kiss your neck, his tongue easing the fire under your skin while Cassian lifted one of your legs to start kissing up your inner calf and thigh. Rhysand had taken your lips, molding them perfectly against your own and groaning at your taste.
It was hard to focus on who to pay attention to so you decided to finally give in fully to your heat and let your body guide you. One of your hands went behind you to grasp Azriel’s hair, nails digging into his scalp while your other went down to Rhys’s collar to pull him closer.
They continued their coordinated attacks for a few more minutes before Cassian grew tired of being at the bottom. He grabbed both of your legs and threw them sideways so that you were now fully on the bed, ignoring his brothers growls as he quickly found a home between your legs.
“Look at how wet you are for us, Y/N…” He grinned, spreading you open as Azriel and Rhys bent over to look. All three of them moaned as they saw how sticky you were, the juices of your arousal now sliding down your ass from how much you wanted them.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Cassian murmured before licking your pussy clean, his long tongue going in every crevice to taste as much as he could. You gasped loudly, your hands flying to grasp at the sheets as he ate you out.
Your hips immediately started to grind against his face while Azriel bent down to start playing with your breasts, pinching and squeezing the soft mounds that caused your sounds to grow even louder. He watched you with those dark, amber eyes as he took a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue at the same time Cassian flicked your clit.
The pleasure was making you go insane. Your head tilted back only to blink in surprise when Rhysand stared back at you, a feline grin gracing his lips as he went behind you and held your arms above your head so that you were powerless against them. He then forced your head back down so that you were watching his brothers touch you, whispering into your ear to add to your experience.
“Look at how they are touching you, darling. How desperate they are for just a taste of you.” He purred, licking the shell of your ear while you started to pant. Another coil winded tightly in your belly and they could sense it, helping you get closer to your release. “I can’t wait to see for myself but I want you to cum first, can you do that?”
You nodded shakily, your mouth opening as all of the sensations of their touches grew to be too much. Cassian’s tongue snaking into your hole and Azriel’s teeth tugging your nipple was what pushed you over the edge, babbling out incoherently as your orgasm hit you like a shooting star.
Rhysand talked you through it, his cock throbbing steadily as he watched you coat Cassian’s face in your cum. Azriel removed himself from your breasts and started to take off his clothes, his brothers following suit until you were all naked and horny.
All of their cocks were of various sizes and girths but you wanted to taste and fuck them all, your body moving on its own as you crawled towards Azriel and started to fist his cock. You were on all fours, ass out, and you didn’t even flinch when you felt one of them slap their cock against your cunt.
When Cassian appeared beside you, you realized who was behind you, turning to look as the High Lord of the Night Court eased himself into you. It was a stretch but you didn’t feel any pain, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat as he wasted no time in grabbing your hips and picking up speed.
“Angel,” Azriel called, his shadows curling around your face to turn you to look back at him and Cassian. “Don’t forget about us.”
Your hand resumed its pace while you turned to Cassian and gazed up at him innocently, opening your mouth wide enough so he could guide his dick into your mouth so you wouldn’t lose your balance. Both Illyrians growled above you, Cassian using your hair as leverage while Azriel thrusts his hips in time with your hand.
“That’s it, darling, that’s it.” Rhysand praised behind you, enjoying how tight you were squeezing him and also how much you were into this. He wishes he could freeze this moment forever. You looked so beautiful, taking them all like this, and he knew his brothers felt the same.
“Mmmmm, fucsks!” You garbled around Cassian, drool trailing down your chin as Rhys abused your hole like he owned it. You switched your positions so that Azriel was now in your mouth, taking him all the way down which had him shouting your name while you let Cass fuck your hand.
The room smelled like sex and sweat, an intoxicating combination as Rhysand felt his own orgasm swell in his balls. Your body sensed it as well, catching up easily as your walls fluttered around him. Azriel’s thrusts were starting to get sloppy as well and before you knew it, they were both filling you up with their cum.
Both of your holes couldn’t handle the amount of seed and when they pulled away, it leaked out of the corners of your mouth and cunt. Rhysand used two fingers to catch what had fallen and stuff it back inside, smirking at how you sucked his fingers back in.
Cassian’s release was right there and you turned to face him, opening wide as he moaned your name and coated your face and chin with his finish. It was hot and sticky but you loved it, swishing around the mixture of him and Azriel before swallowing it.
Two strong, scarred hands lifted you up and brought you to his height, kissing you and tasting himself and Cassian on your tongue. The fire that was once burning uncontrollably was now dying down but you still needed more. You wanted them all.
“I need more.” You panted, turning to look at them pitifully. “Please, I need more of you all. To be stuffed full.”
They chuckled at how desperate you sounded, as if they would deny you of that. Cassian snatched you from Az’s arms and laid himself back onto the bed, getting comfy as you reached down to line him up to your cunt. He was longer than Rhys, hitting that button inside of you immediately. You grunted when he bottomed out inside of you, enjoying as his hands came up to grope your tits as you started to ride him.
“So perfect,” Azriel said, coming up behind you and kissing down your neck as you felt one of his fingers prod against your asshole. It felt foreign but you didn’t care, arching your back to give him easier access. “You think you can take both of us, Y/N?”
Rhysand came up to your side and tilted your face to look at him, brushing the hair out of your eyes while taking in your cum-stained beauty. “Of course she can, Azriel. She’s a good girl.” The words sent a chill down your spine and he smirked, bending down to kiss you gently at the same time Azriel pushed into your ass.
A loud whimper came from your chest at the feeling, nails digging into Rhys’s skin so deeply that blood pooled at the sight. He could care less though, pulling away so he could wrap a hand around your throat to watch you lose yourself in their presence.
After a moment you motioned for Cassian and Azriel to move, eyebrows knitting together at just how good they felt being in you at the same time. It was your wildest fantasy and judging from the sounds of everyone else, it was theirs as well.
“Oh my gods…” You moaned, your face still turned to Rhys’s. He stuck a thumb in your open mouth and you immediately wrapped your lips around it and began to suck it.
Meanwhile, Cassian and Azriel looked like they were in heaven. The former had his eyes screwed shut as you bounced on his cock like you were made for him while the latter was biting and kissing any bare skin he could get to. The sound of everyone’s skin slapping against something had your ears ringing and despite your best effort to hold off, your body wanted to cum again.
You looked down and saw Rhysand’s cock standing tall but lonely, trying to reach for it but he tightened his grip on your throat and shook his head. “I enjoy watching as much as I enjoy partaking, Y/N Darling.” He cooed, pushing his thumb farther back until you gagged. “Just enjoy what my brothers are giving you.”
A nod was your only response as he let you go, Azriel taking full advantage and pulling your face towards him for a searing kiss. Rhys started to stroke his own cock as Cassian started to get close to another release, smacking your ass roughly.
“M’gonna fill you up, sweetheart, fuck.” He panted, watching you tongue fuck Azriel’s face which only spurred him closer to the edge. “Cauldron help me. You’re going to be the death of me Y/N.”
His cock throbbed inside of you and when you left Azriel to kiss him, he lost in. Cassian’s mouth was dominating as he thrust sharply into you, groaning into your mouth as he emptied his balls into you. Azriel was right behind, grasping your hips and moaning loudly.
The feeling of both of them stuffing you full had you finishing with them, your body slumping forward and onto Cassian’s chest as you barely had any energy to even cry out. It felt like the first wave of your heat was finally done, your body exhausted, as they both pulled out of you.
Before you could fully fall asleep, you realized Rhys hadn’t came and when you turned to him, he smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead. “Go to sleep, Y/N. We can continue this when you wake up.”
Your body immediately listened to him, eyes shutting as you fell asleep quickly on Cassian’s chest. They all looked at each other, everyone tired and fucked out, before Azriel said, “When she wakes up?”
“Oh yes, heats like these come in waves,” Rhys explained, heading towards the bathroom to grab some towels for everyone. When he returned, he threw them at his brothers with a smile, looking at you sleeping peacefully and saying, “We’re definitely doing this again.”
“Can’t wait.” Cassian grinned, kissing your temple. Azriel nodded in agreement and joined the two of you in bed. It was going to be one hell of a week.
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As KUKULKAN worked on breaking down the loose bricks, CONSTANTINE and PRETENDER kept an eye out.
PRETENDER: "Sure, nothing wrong with a bit of caution."
You watched as several twinkling faeries disappeared into the darkness.
Following suit, the walls crumbled, resulting in another path.
The three Servants stepped into a wide room, looking around.
KUKULKAN: "Look! A sword."
She pointed at a weapon, stabbed into the rock- cracks splintering around the point of impact. It was a blade of deep crimson with black trimming.
The blade was dull, the red-hot sheen mottled by dust and cobwebs forming on the odd curses and indentations on the blade, but seemed to have a certain heat radiating off of it. Reaching a hand towards it, CONSTANTINE drew it back with a wince, as if burned.
CONSTANTINE: "It's like there's some sort of magecraft preventing me from using it. My hand gets too close, and it feels like my fingers are are about to burn off."
He squinted, looking closer at the strange blade, finding some engraving on it.
Regnum caelorum et gehenna.
CONSTANTINE: "...'The kingdom of heaven and hell'..."
KUKULKAN: "That said 'Blade's Tomb', right? Perhaps this is the 'blade' that they were speaking of?"
CONSTANTINE: "Perhaps. Though I wonder who this belonged to. Perhaps someone who fought in the 'Origin War'?"
Reviewing the facts, it seemed like there were three wars, at least. A 'Lunar Grail War' that went wrong, the 'Origin War' where you first arrived, and this current 'Solar Grail War' that you were a part of.
PRETENDER: "Not sure, I suppose the only answers lay deeper. You know, I never thought of myself as the type who did well in dark spaces like this, but being part of a group makes it a bit more manageable."
With a spectacular success, you note something close to the sword- off to the side, hidden a bit. KUKULKAN seemed to spot it as well, stepping over and picking it up. It seemed to be a small, circular object- and luckily perfectly in-tact, undamaged by any sort of reckless rummaging.
When it was picked up, a holographic image flickered to life- a recording. The woman on the recording seemed... familiar. She looked like CASTER- though her gaze was a bit less derisive. More tired. Stressed. And unlike how CASTER seemed unflappable, this 'CASTER' seemed to be just as aware of the pains of the world as anyone else. She seemed... scared.
CASTER(?): [ Saber, I assume that if you've found this blade, you've recovered your memories. I don't know how- maybe though that 'Imperial Cheat' that you call a 'skill'. And I can also assume that you're very, very angry with me. But listen… ]
CASTER(?): [ We were never going to agree on how to handle the situation we're in, so I'm taking things into my own hands. I barely managed to convince that Nameless Servant. So I played dirty. Perhaps, if you pick up this blade again, your first instinct will be to go for my neck and put me to task. Or whatever 'me' is left, I suppose. But… ugh, well… ]
CASTER(?): [ …I'm desperate, okay? You weren't there when it first arrived. Didn't see what it did to the world. I did. If you were left to your own devices, you'd grab your sword and keep fighting and breaking yourself over and over again to no avail, all while my Darling could do nothing but sit and watch. You'd lose. You'd die. You'd fail. There's no winning this as Heroic Spirits. Not as we are. Not as I am. ]
CASTER(?): [ I can get this to work. I swear I can. Even if all of my will is corroded in the process, if I can just keep that 'intent'- I can do it. So please, Saber- and you know I don't say 'please' a lot. If you're back- find me. Give me a chance. You two gave me a chance before- saving the life of one less-than-perfect girl like myself. I just need one more, and I won't let anyone down. ]
CASTER(?): [ …I'll make his wish come true, okay? ]
With that, the image flickered out.
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What could of been… —TOG (canon) AU
Stand-alone fic | Warnings: angst | Rowan x Aelin
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What if Rowan had known Lyria was pregnant and didn’t go of to war?
Fenrys would have most likely trained Celaena, not Rowan.
Would Celaena be the person she is in KOA?
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Note: this is an AU this isn’t in the books.
Masterlist
“Rowan! We’re ready!” Lyria’s called from the entryway pulling him back into reality from where he’d been lost in thought. “Coming love!” He echoed back, walking out of the shared bedroom to his wife and their youngest daughter, they were going out to Mistward to visit Emrys and malakai for a party. They were celebrating something along the lines of peace. Since Wendlyn hadn’t been in any conflicts which Rowan was grateful for as that meant Rowan got to spend more time with his family, His daughter Maisie—only eight—had not been pleased at the idea of going out but had begrudgingly accepted after the promise of good food.
He kissed his mates cheek before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door his family trailing behind, he was going to be meeting with Fenrys to see how he was going with the task their queen had given him.
He was tasked with training a girl to control,wield and hone her magic. And not to mention shift. Though from what Fenrys had said the girl was a real spitfire. He knew that because Fenrys had been ranting non stop about her for two hours straight while drinking a monumental amount of ale and then passing out onto Lorcan, he’d feel bad for the male if he wasn’t such a bastard.
Soon enough they were passing through the gates of Mistward heading for a particular building, walking through the door and discarding his jacket on the nearest hanger before doing the same for his mate, kissing her cheek and ruffling Maisie’s hair before going to greet Emrys.
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Celaena was grateful for no training today so were her limbs, the gods new they were on the brink of death. She’s been staring at the ceiling on her pathetic excuse of a bed when Fenrys had walked in. She turned her head to the side and stared at him intensely, annoyed that he had interrupted her daily existence check session.
Fenrys rightfully looked a little intimidated but brushed it of as he sat down on the bed next to her. She hated that about him, he was so carefree.
“So…there’s a little party going on in an hour and you’re kind of required to be there” he said. Great just great, she had to go socialise with some fae, how better could her day get?
She’d been getting dirty looks from all the Fae since she’d arrived, if they didn’t stop soon she’d surely end up burning them to a crisp and as much as she wanted to do that. She couldn’t.
She needed to go to Doranelle and learn everything about the wyrd keys and the Valg as she could, if she killed somebody her majesty Maeve would not be very pleased. “Earth to Elentiya you there?” Fenrys voice pulling her from her thoughts.
“Yeah I’m here” She answered, “Right, I want you to meet one of my friends.”
“Very well” she replied blankly,
Fenrys led her through the crowds of Demi and full blooded Fae and Faeries—even a few humans—all together, no fighting no conflicts. Just co existing for this one particular night.
After walking through the crowd for what felt like hours, they finally found Fenrys friends.
“Celaena I’d like you to meet my good friend Rowan and his mate Lyria, Rowan, Lyria this is Elentiya”
She looked to the Fae finding them already staring at her, awkward, the man—Rowan was beautiful really, with long white hair and dazzling emerald eyes she couldn’t help gaze into—but she wasn’t interested in men—males right now, the female, Lyria. Was a stunning woman, with a head of brown hair adorned with pearls, cascading down her shoulders and gold-brown eyes that reminded her of the freshest honey. She wasn’t a very envious woman but even she couldn’t help feeling jealous of such beauty, it had her looking away to the child clutching her mothers frilly pink dress, the girl couldn’t of been older than ten, her shoulder length light brown hair adorned with lime green bows and crystal clear gems, she was a natural beauty that even Celaena couldn’t help notice. “And this is our youngest daughter Maisie.” Lyria said, even her voice was beautiful, it was unfair really.
“It’s lovely to meet you three” Celaena said trying to sound as polite as possible, even mustering up the energy for a smile, she didn’t bother to think about how dirty her teeth must be or be embarrassed by them. The gods knew she probably looked like she was half dead, she didn’t care. Maybe a few months ago she would’ve but not now. She tried not to linger on the thoughts of if she’d ever care about her looks again.
“Celaena, I hear you are training. May I ask what for?” Rowan asked
Rowan worked for Maeve so there was no point in lying about it, besides Fenrys would call her out for the lie anyway. “I’m trying to get into Doranelle, Her Majesty Maeve insists I learn to wield my…gifts if I want to receive passage to her city.”
“What magic do you have? How much?” Lyria inquired. Almost looking bored with her. Did she not know it was rude to ask about those kind of things?
“Uh, fire magic. I have. Uhm just a small amount.” Celaena was getting uncomfortable with these questions, the female had no business knowing about her magic. She was getting ready to bolt when Rowan said, “well I won’t keep you here all night, I want to greet some old friends, if you’ll excuse us.” —practically dragging his wife away—She could’ve kissed the man for that, he most likely saw her getting uncomfortable. “Very well, it was lovely meeting you guys” she said. They were walking away when Lyria turned and gave her a dirty look. What the hell was that about? She hadn’t been that rude, for a matter of fact she’d been downright delightful.
She tried not to take it to personally as she made her way to the drinks table, grabbing a bottle of faerie wine as she walked over to a shady spot, swigging from the bottle as she surveyed everyone. The taste of the wine was a welcoming sensation as it slid down her throat. She was going to have a mad headache tomorrow but it was a small price to pay for the reprieve it brought.
Two hours and three bottles later Celaena was ready to leave, She didn’t remember why she’d even came in the first place, then again after all the wine she’d had she couldn’t remember much of anything. She was figuring out if she should just leave the bottles of faerie wine where they were or discard them somewhere appropriate when she saw Rowan make his way toward her. Shit? She didn’t have time to wonder if that was a bad thing as he was already in front of her, he had no business being that fast. “Hey, can I talk to you outside for a moment?” He said, “yeah sure” she answered back.
When they were away from everyone he turned to her, his beautiful eyes catching in the fae lights making them shine a bright emerald. She couldn’t help but be entranced in their beauty. He broke the silence first, “I’m sorry about my mate earlier, it was rude to ask such personal questions like that, I had a talk to her about it. I can get her to apologise if that’s what you want.” the idea of making the female apologise was appealing but she’d be a decent person today. “No it’s Alright, if I was her I most likely would’ve asked the same thing, there is no need to make anyone apologise.” She said, Celaena wondered why she was in such a good mood, maybe it was the wine or the dazzling male in front of her, she could get drunk off looking into his eyes all day, that’d be better than any wine. Why was she so..attracted to him? He had a mate and a child for gods sake she couldn’t be like this.
“Thank you for being so understanding Celaena.” He echoed back, god, the way he’d said her name—her alias— she wondered what it’d be like to have him say her name—her real name—to wake up next to him every day,to bear his children—She shut those thoughts away so far that they could only escape in her dreams, her wicked, cruel dreams. Filled with screams of beloved friends—and some of her own—of brown hair that shined in the sun, of sun kissed skin, bloody beds and tables, The scent of lotus and lavender. She shivered at the thoughts. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you, good luck on getting to Doranelle.” Rowan said before he walked back into the crowd—back to that mate of his, and child—She didn’t understand why this was bothering her so much, she didn’t even know his last name and yet she felt like she could, and would. lay down her life for him.
She walked back to her room and plopped down on her bed, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. —To try and deter the cold— as she tried to drift off to sleep. Ignoring that golden threaded feeling blooming in her chest.
Finally the Sandman came for her and she fell into a dream filled slumber, dreams full of sparkling green eyes and a head full of silver hair lying beneath a crown of blue flames…
The End.
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General thoughts about the reveal on who the Maggie in the Toronto arc was?
Also general thoughts on the arc?
i think its fun that she and blake are both connected (& she's the last tether blake has to anyone knowing he exists) via having both slipped through the cracks due to Whoopsie-Daisies. also say what u will about literally everything else in wb's writing but i like how girls in wildbow novels are more often than not grungy and a little weird. already talked abt the goblin thing some in the last maggiepost but i do really like the goblins. "pure distillations of the dirty abandoned scraps of the world which exist solely to kick you when you're down" is an extremely coherent and fun spin on goblins. the constant "fat = gross" associations are insufferable but the rest is solid. the padraic thing isn't one of the iterations of maggie's prophecy but it does feel fitting for her character that the girl who was initially inducted into being a practitioner via living somewhere that was slipping thru the cracks was fucked over for a Second time via slipping thru the cracks. i hope she is fucked over a Third time by it for rule of three. also i was in fact correct previously when i said this:
i also think she’s probably still in over her head without realizing. she’s manipulated into ordering someone’s murder and then is like “you know i think i can make up for this one AND go on a fun little adventure to add to my scrapbook of knowledge at the same time.” that’s not how reality works! you killed someone! and then tried to semi-earnestly befriend slash mooch from their cousin! she’s only been a practitioner for six months–i think there’s a very fundamental disconnect btwn the maggie that’s lucky enough to still have parents she can be a normal silly teenager with and the maggie that’s making forays into The World Of Backstabbing, Horror, Murder, and Fates Worse Than Death. and i think that disconnect will result in strain for her as the fact that she’s sort of doomed to do some really awful things, have some really awful things happen to her, and/or both sinks in.
except instead of just Strain. that fact had to sink in via her doing, as sandra put it, the magical equivalent of crashing a car 2 learn respect for the road. YA protagonist maggie holt died in the crash now it's just wannabe goblin queen mags scrambling 4 purchase in the wreckage. i believe in her i hope she captures sooo many crass little creatures. i'm glad that buttcheeks stuck around he's fun to watch :)
i don't feel like we actually know johannes yet. the thing about the really successful practitioners is that they're doing less Desperate Violent Scrabbling to maintain their positions and subsequently have more luxury of ostensible niceties and lofty philosophies. they should throw a bucket of mud on him and toss him to the wolves so i can see what he's like when shit gets real. also the entire arc is a really funny demonstration in how severely being a thorburn has fucked blake over. everyone is sooo much nicer to maggie than him he's out there playing on hard mode. this is what i mean when i say that alec would b a diabolist, diabolism is fundamentally abt when you are marked Rotten by the world by virtue of the family you've been born into, defined more by their legacy than by anything about yourself, even moreso than the other brands of practitionerism.
hmm anything else. oh yeah i think we should flog wildbow for crone mara. ok thats all. OH yeah and Not Being Maggie Holt Anymore is a really funny way to skip out on the other iterations of the prophecy. its that fairy bitch's problem now. i have a lot of thoughts on pact faeries but that's a post for one of the "why are pact creatures good" asks just know i'm rotating them in my mind rapidly
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CHARACTER MOODBOARDS
Valery Magnolia
Little miss popular and her family owns a very successful hospital.
“Baby you know I would die without you right? So don't leave just yet.”
Dante F Hallaghar
Worldwide known celebrity. Works as a model.
“Y/n I wasn't expecting you to come at my show. No of course not, I'm not happy. Y/n I would like it if you didn't look at anyone that isn't your fiance, I don't want my hands to get dirty yet again.”
Lawrence Charmant
The royal heir to the kingdom Windville. Prince Lawrence had quite the admirers.
“No more kisses? Okay, how about I hug you instead? No? May I hold your hand? Also no? Hmm, then what do you want dear? Nothing? But--no! Please let me touch you! I need you, I need you I need you I need you please!”
Alceste Devereaux
Faerie king of Hwen Forest.
“Your mine and I am yours, what do you say? I consider this a bargain no mortal should think to turn down.”
Jaydee B Hallaghar
High school player
“I don't give a fuck about all the other girls, I've rejected them, all of them. You know why? Because I want you. The only person I need, really need is you. I love you darling.”
#yandere#yandere oc#obsessivecore#obsessed#original character#yandere original character#yandere blurbs#yandere scenarios#yandere headcanons#yandere male#yandere female#yandere oc x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x you
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my favorite queen of nothing quotes!
+ pg numbers. queen of nothing by @hollyblack
"Cardan's hand wobbled." (5)
"No one would stand like that willingly." (5)
"All power is cursed." (10)
"I guess I hit a nerve. My best skill." (20)
"I don't know anything about him." (22)
"But Cardan's name pounds in my ears. Does he have a new seneschal? Does he have a new lover? Is he going to Council meetings by himself? Does he talk about me? Do he and Locke mock me together? Does Taryn laugh?" (22)
"It feels good to be fighting someone other than myself." (24)
"That's cheating, girl." "I'm no knight." (25)
"I try to tell myself that I don't care. That I should be glad if Elfhame winds up conquered." (29)
"I don't want to think of someone else standing beside Cardan in my place, but my mind turns idly through all the worst choices anyway." (29)
"Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's hearts." (31)
"Especially when I consider my feelings for Cardan, since there was no good reason I should have had any feelings for him at all." (33)
"Locke is dead." (37)
"He's dead because I killed him." (38)
"If you get caught, you'll be executed, Jude." "Then I won't get caught." (45)
"I knew you liked her. That's why I had to have her first. Do you remember the party in my maze garden? How I kissed her while you watched?" (47)
"I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me." (47)
"I remember Cardan on a blanket with a daffodil-haired faerie girl. She pressed her lips to the edge of his boot, and another girl kissed his throat. His gaze turned to me when one of them began kissing his mouth. His eyes were coal-bright, as wet as tar." (47)
"Jude, you can't really think I don't know it's you. I knew you from the moment you walked into the brugh." (69)
"I will make him armor of ice to shatter every blade that strikes and that will make his heart too cold to feel pity. Tell him I will make three swords that, when used in the same battle, will fight with the might of thirty soldiers." (89)
"There is no banquet too abundant for a starving man." (113)
"Maybe I believe that it's time for Elfhame to be ruled by a queen." (128)
"You're a liar. A dirty, mortal liar." (147)
"She is my wife. The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile." (147)
"He was always a symbol of everything about Elfhame that I couldn't have, everything that would never want me. And telling him this feels a little like throwing off a heavy weight, except that wight is supposed to be my armor, and without it, I am afraid I am going to be entirely exposed. But I keep talking anyway, as though I no longer have control of my tongue." (161)
"The other is that I want you here by my side, as my queen." (163)
"Unlike Locke, I never thought love was a game." (185)
"He's so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanly beautiful that I can barely breathe." (201)
"By you, I am forever undone." (203)
"I missed you, in the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you." (204)
"My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned." (204)
"It is you I love. I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it if yours." (209)
"I do love you, I will always love you." (278)
"I first started liking you when we went to talk to the rulers of the low Courts. You were funny, which was weird. And when we went to Hollow Hall, you were clever. I kept remembering how you'd been the one to get us out of the brugh after Dain's coronation, right before I put that knife to your throat. After I tricked you into being the High King, I though once you hated me, I could go back to hating you. But I didn't, And I felt so stupid. I thought that I would get my heart broken. I thought it was a weakness that you would use against me. But then you saved me from the Undersea when it would have been much more convenient to just leave me to rot. After that, I started to hope my feelings were returned. But then there was the exile- I hid a lot, I guess. I thought that if I didn't, if I let myself love you, I would burn up like a match. Like the whole matchbook." (291)
"I knew little else, but I always knew you." (292)
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ever in your favor pt. 4
a.k.a a continuation of this series, inspiration from @tunabesimpin‘s hunger games event, featuring tsukiko (@oseathepebble’s oc)
special mentions go to laur dafin (@forgwater’s oc), logan richtline (@lizzileth’s oc), and muna (@twixxsted‘s oc, my condolences my homie ;O;)
i’m very sorry if i got their characters wrong or did them too dirty! please tell me so i can fix it ;;
also, please tell me if you don’t want to get tagged!
tw/cw: death (shown and implied), mentions of suicide, OOC for OCs and canon (sorry ;;), gore (mentions of blood and wounds), violence, swearing, mentions of starvation, i’ll add more as i go along
(under the cut for dash length)
Their innards sit heavy beneath their skin, squirming uneasily whenever they breathe.
They don’t know why they covered the poor girl’s mouth, muffling her screams and curses. They don’t know why they looted her stuff. They don’t know why they buried her in the dead of night, a wreath of flowers placed upon her grave.
They don’t know. They don’t remember.
-
There’s blood on their hands. They don’t remember how it got there. They can’t remember. They don’t want to remember.
Would it be better to die than to keep going?
-
Neph hasn’t eaten in hours. The last full meal they ate was with Cater, a simple dinner of rabbit stuffed with herbs. They remember sharing an apple with the two people last night, the ones who practically forced them into… well, an extreme version of aggravated assault. Laur and Logan, they called themselves. A fae and a human.
Laur was… an enigma, to say the least. Carefree and unnervingly nonchalant, he was the brawn of the group, skilled in magic and able to conjure objects out of thin air. He was the first voice that spoke to them. Logan was just as mysterious, if not more, than the aquatic faerie. The brains of the group, he was a tactician at his core, with nigh-impenetrable plans and a knack for machinery. He was the second voice.
The two were powerful in their own right, and it would’ve been a death sentence to cross those two.
But they’re gone now.
Their stomach snarls at them, desperate to be fed. But Neph’s too tired to move.
“Oh my, are you alright?” A new voice rounds the corner, bending down to speak to Neph face to face. “Can you stand up?”
Neph mumbled something, but neither they nor the mystery person could figure out what they said. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak up a little. What was that again?”
“I-” Whatever they were going to say died out on their tongue. Their brain was pushing against their cranium, fighting to be let out. “-sorry, tired.”
“You haven’t drank any water yet, have you?” The voice chides, placing a hand on Neph's forehead. "You're burning up as well. What have you been doing all this time?"
"... don't want to remember…" their voice cracks in many places, dry and sore.
"Here, drink," they hum, clasping their hands over a bottle, "It's not poisoned, if that's what you're worried about. I drank it too, so you'll be fine."
"Why are you helping me?" Too many people were coming up to them. Too many people who would eventually leave.
"Why can't I?" God, Neph hated those words. "I have no reason to hurt you."
They do. It's either their life, or Neph's. But perhaps this time, it'll be better. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," the mystery person sat down in front of them.
They hoped this encounter wouldn't be a repeat of last time.
"My name's Tsukiko, but you can call me Kou," so that's what their savior was called. A beautiful name, child of the moon. "What's your name?"
"Nephtali. It's nice to meet you, Mx. Kou."
"It's nice to meet you too. Do you mind if I stay with you for a while?"
-
"I don't think that mushroom is safe to eat," Kou mused, grabbing the fungus from the fisher's hand. "If Jade was here, he'd probably use it as biological warfare.”
Neph had no idea who Jade was, but guessing from Kou’s words, he was another tribute. “Jade? Who is he?”
“Floyd’s twin brother, but they’re in different districts for some reason,” they shrugged audibly, “It’s none of my business, though.”
Floyd… Floyd. Ah, that’s a familiar name. Sasha was talking about him once, but Neph wasn’t listening at the time. They really wished they did, for once. “Interesting…”
The pair kept trekking through the woods, scavenging for anything useful to them. Fruits, nuts, game, herbs, unusually sturdy sticks… anything that could be cooked or made into tools. Neph had caught a small catfish earlier, currently snacking on a grilled piece as they hiked through the thicket. Kou made a passing comment of ‘poor Tuna’ when they had pulled the creature out of the river.
“What else do you need?” They tilted their head, “We’ve already gotten a lot.”
“I’m looking for an herb or a plant that I can make into a poultice. One of my friends got hurt in a hunting accident and-”
A shrill scream pierced the air, startling the duo and sending a flock of birds darting past the trees. Nephtali flinched, instinctively crouching down and covering their ears. Kou did the same, blurting out a minced expletive and ducking behind a tree. Whatever made that noise, it meant trouble. Another scream, this time of a different voice. Sounds of struggling, of bushes swept aside and undergrowth trampled on, a final cry cut short, then silence.
Neither of them spoke for a minute, until Kou whispered uneasily, “What was that?”
“I-I don’t know, did someone die?”
“That sounded too close for comfort. We have to move. Now.” They didn’t have to say that twice.
-
“Holy fuck, that was nerve-wracking,” Neph heaved, legs aching from running too much, “Are you okay, Mx. Kou?”
“I’m alright. You?” Kou breathed, leaning against a tree for support. They don’t know where they ran, all they knew was that they got out of there fast.
“My chest hurts, but I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, good.” The two shared a small victory laugh, grateful that they’re alive.
-
“Neph, would you like to come with me and find Carol Ann?” Kou spoke up after a while, skimming stones across a pond as Neph took to sharpening a stick, “We’ll be happy to accommodate you, and I’m sure we’ll make a great team.”
A… a team?
No. No, they can’t. The first time they were on a team, it fell apart almost immediately. The next team they were on ended in horrible, horrible tragedy. And the last? God, an innocent died because of them. There was no guarantee that this one would end differently. And besides, who would want them? They’re not good for much, and it’s a miracle that they’re still standing.
The turmoil must’ve been clear on their face, because the sound of skipping stones had ceased. “Neph, I won’t force you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but if you wish to stay solo, that’s fine too.”
“I… I haven’t had the best track record with teams,” milky eyes swirl with unease and regret, “I don’t…” I don’t want to be left alone, I don’t want someone to die because of me, I don’t want you to leave me- “I don’t think I’m cut out for any of that.”
“Then, I suppose this is where we must part.” They sighed, kneeling in front of them. “I… really wish we could’ve gone together, but I’ll respect your wishes, Neph.”
“I’m sorry.” Truly, they were. They wanted nothing more than to have someone they could call a friend, but…
“No need, Neph,” They felt a light tap on their hair, like Kou was giving them a head pat, “I wish you all the best.”
“You too.” As Kou stood up, Neph swore their heart almost leapt out of their ribcage, reaching desperately towards them. Don’t go, don’t go, I don’t want to be lonely anymore.
“Take care of yourself, okay?”
“Yeah, I will.” No, they won’t.
-
What time was it? How long have they been there, nails scraping their arms and tears long-dried on their cheeks? Did anyone hear them cry into their shirt, pathetically muffling the screams ripped from their throat? Their head was throbbing, the back of their eyes burning uncomfortably. Everything was too much.
Too much all at once, not enough all the same.
How had they forgotten that this wasn’t something to be taken lightly? They were fighting to the death for fuck’s sake, there is no such thing as friendship when your life is on the line.
But why did it hurt when they left anyway?
First Sasha, then Cater, now Kou. They were getting too soft. Too vulnerable. That had to be fixed.
“Hey?” A hand on their shoulder startled them out of their mind. Fuck, someone found them!
Immediately, their hand went to grab the person’s arm, kicking their legs back and throwing the person over their shoulder. The intruder screeched as they collided with the solid ground, stunned for a brief moment. Running purely on fight-or-flight instincts, Neph grabbed the nearest thing and brought it down on them.
“No, wait, please!-”
The stake drove right through their flesh, impaling them fully. Blood splattered all over their hands, some droplets staining their clothes and landing on their face. They must’ve hit something big or high-pressured, like an artery, or…
The ichor felt slimy and warm, oozing past their fingertips and running down their trembling hands. The body in front of them was cooling rapidly, no longer breathing. Reaching blindly, they fumbled to feel where they had speared the poor soul, recognising the fine silk of a headscarf. Nephtali could feel their stomach acid roiling in their gut, bile forcing its way up their throat. Not again, not again, not again-
They turned away in time to hurl whatever they had eaten prior. All of it, until they were coughing up blood and crying their eyes red. This was the third time now, and this one they couldn’t forget.
They didn’t mean to, they promised, repenting to someone who could never hear them.
#my god i'm so tired#might rewrite this if i feel like it#passing out soon aha#twst fic#twst#twisted wonderland#espi.ritu#twst oc#nephtali (on a bright cloud of music shall we fly?)#i forgot about floyd and jade oops#twst jade leech#twst floyd leech#twisted wonderland jade leech#twisted wonderland floyd leech#jade leech#floyd leech
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Thoughts on the Legend of Mana: Teardrop Crystal Episode 12 (Director's Cut)
In short form - this director's cut fixed most of my issues with the initial final episode released last year!
Here's the video on MuseAsia, which thankfully was uploaded with English subs.
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For anyone who hasn't watched this anime adaptation, I beg you, spare yourself from the pain and watch the director's cut instead of the one they initially released. The director's cut shows crucial character interactions and a smoother fight scene that was missing in the initial released episode.
Spoiler thoughts below:
The first thing I noticed was that, thank the Mana Goddess, they removed the very awkward moment they shook Sandra's frame up and down to indicate her moving because wow, that was an early indication of how bad a janky mess the final episode was without its scenes.
So what did the director's cut add back in? Quite a lot, actually! But most especially transitions between certain moments in the fight, so Shiloh wasn't actually just standing dumbly when Sandra attacked him.
There are still a few narrative snarls:
How did Serafina defeat Blackpearl unscathed? They did Blackpearl very dirty.
And what exactly happened to the Lord of Jewels remained unexplained, but it's sad that he became...a bit of a loser who couldn't really do anything. He was such an intriguing character in the game, too.
And for the life of me, I still couldn't understand exactly why Sandra chose to sacrifice herself to be the last core when Elazul offered his. According to Serafina, she understood it to mean Sandra wanted Elazul to be Florina's Knight, but honestly that's really weird to me. Sandra loved Florina, so why would she let Elazul take her place? The only explanation I can think of is, Sandra knew Elazul's core was damaged and offered her own because it would be more successful. And possibly, she was impressed that Elazul declared he would rather die for Florina than for no reason, but it's still a weird thing to me.
If I were to fix this episode, I think it would have been better if the Sword of Fate wasn't wasted on some Jewel Beasts. I would rather that after Sandra offered her own core, the Lord of Jewels did assume his 1000 form. Shiloh would then be forced to use the Sword of Fate on Lord of Jewels to defeat him, and Serafina attacked him afterwards for trying to ruin her and Sandra's plan. But as it is, in the director's cut there was a smoother flow of dialogue and interaction between the characters. Say, it is actually explicitly shown here that Serafina reacted so poorly to Shiloh pleading with her to find another way, because Serafina already knew Sandra had tried other ways and failed, things like that.
Oh, and we actually get to see Esmeralda reunite with her sisters, too! With the exception of Marina (poor girl), all the other major Jumi characters get a moment in the finale, and thankfully even Sandra as well, who is shown mourning for Serafina, which really adds to the scene - it is still strange to me that Sandra would adopt Serafina, but it is clear they loved each other and it must have been incredibly crushing for Sandra to find out, her previous efforts of slaying the Jumi was for nothing, and what saved them in the end was love - but in the process, she lost Serafina, or so she thought. See, it's just one scene of Sandra crying for Serafina, but it adds so much to the character and the story.
I do think Serafina is still way too easily forgiven, but at the same time, Shiloh is a soft heart so I can't say it was too out of character for him to forgive her even after she betrayed him.
This review is messy, but all I can say is, HUGE improvement over the one they initially released, and a much more satisfactory ending!
And - maybe even a tease? For a brief moment, the ending sequence showed Larc and Escad, so maybe they'll go on to animate the Dragon and Faerie arcs, too! But please, no more releasing episodes even though they're unfinished. Apparently, Episode 12 was released the mess it is because of pandemic reasons, which is completely understandable, but I wish they had pushed back released that episode and released this version rather than the initial episode 12.
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Secretkeeper
@felixmonth
Felix Week Day 1 (Fantasia Version) | Secrets
AO3 | Masterlist
“Ouch!”
The girl cursed at the moss-covered log she tripped on. There had been too many of it in the forest, accented by the occasional roots. It didn’t help that the place was fresh from the onslaught of rain, turning the soil loose and the tree bark slippery. After wiping her dirtied palms on her cloak, she pulled her hood down to the bottom of her forehead and huffed.
“How long do I have to keep walking?” She grumbled under her breath. “Surely this is far enough.”
They said if you ventured deep enough into The Forest, you’d meet a man guarding a circular door and you could entrust him with a secret of your choice. Elders nearing their deaths or warriors bracing themselves for battle often went there to leave behind their secrets, so that they didn’t take the weight to their graves.
There were also other people who would leave their secrets on a whim: daring commoners, curious halflings, and even magicians. The Secretkeeper catered to them all the same, loyal to the confidentiality of anything and everything shared to him.
And so, after obtaining directions from the locals and her family, Marinette went on a journey to find the mysterious Secretkeeper. So far, The Forest had given her only twists and turns which she couldn’t navigate through with her magic.
“I didn’t pack enough shiitake chips for this,” she whispered.
Finally, she arrived at a narrow opening bordered by two fields of delphinia. With small steps, she hurried through it and saw her destination.
A towering redwood stood at the center with the door—a vault to be exact—attached to its base. The vault had three protruding circles of different sizes adorned with intricate carvings, much like the gears of clockwork. In front of the tree was a dilapidated wooden stall with a man clad in silk robes standing behind it. A winding stream traced the path towards the location.
“At last!” Marinette gasped out. She ran towards the Secretkeeper.
And slipped again.
“Oww,” she rubbed the side of her head.
“One of the fae?”
Her gaze wandered upwards to see the Secretkeeper examining her emotionlessly. He looked human for the most part, but somehow too . . . beautiful to be one. And she’d seen plenty of beauty among her kin.
It was then when she noticed that her hood had fallen to reveal her pointy ears.
She cleared her throat, standing up. “Yes, that’s me! I’m Marinette!”
He raised an eyebrow. “You may call me Félix. ‘Secretkeeper’ is a mouthful.”
“You told me your name!”
“I’m aware.” He blinked once, unfazed. “Faeries have no effect on me.”
“Oh.”
That confirmed that he wasn’t human.
“I take it you’re here to give a secret?”
“No.” She put on her most serious face. “I’m here to buy a secret from you.”
“Sorry?”
She released a long breath. “It’s of great importance. Someone left a secret here and I need to take a look.”
Félix didn’t waver. He set his hand down on the top of the stall, settling his upper weight on it. “Protecting secrets is my duty. If I divulge any to you, I’m certain that I’d be failing the job description.”
“I’ll pay any price.”
“What part of ‘Secretkeeper’ do you not understand—”
“What do you want? A golden crown? An ancient spellbook?”
“Also, I cannot entertain clients as of now—”
“Look.” Marinette lowered her voice and looked around as if an intruder was about to jump from the bushes at any moment. “I know you sell secrets in the black market in exchange for rare items, okay?”
He rubbed his face. “Did you ever consider that as a rumor?”
She froze. Certainly, the other faeries haven’t lied . . . Her expression contorted in realization. They deceived her yet again!
“As I was saying,” Félix continued, “Even if you did not come here for that kind of business, I cannot receive clients right now.”
“But you’re just standing here.”
“I’m not ‘just standing here’. I’m guarding the vault for today because a secret was stolen yesterday.”
Marinette tilted her head, waiting for a sign that he was jesting. Nothing came. “Stolen? You are here all the time, aren’t you? How can someone ‘steal’ a secret?”
Judging by the intricate lock on the vault, she knew that her head would ache trying to decipher it. It was most likely charmed with all kinds of security spells and whatnot, forms of magic that were foreign to her.
An exasperated sigh escaped him. “Follow me.”
The bottom of his robes swept along the forest floor as he turned on his heel to face the vault. Then, he began touching certain indents on it, pulling wooden levers, and twisting the round parts until the door creaked open.
The inside was nothing too impressive. No infinite space that led into another realm or structures that were made out of precious metal. It was a small room with shelves lined up against each wall except for the entrance. Glass bottles containing rolled-up parchments were nestled inside the shelves. When Marinette bent down to take a closer look, she saw that the shelves extended upwards to follow the height of the tree.
“No wonder a secret got stolen.” Marinette stepped inside after he went. “Look at you, welcoming a faerie into your vault.”
She swore she saw his eyes roll. “The door itself is difficult to unlock and the only person who can open it is me. There is also warding magic by the threshold.”
He picked up one of the bottles. “The bottles are not as breakable as you might think and the paper inside is not readable without permission. Even if you tried to snatch a secret right now, you will not succeed in knowing it.”
Marinette plucked a bottle to check its indestructibility. The glass was thick, and the parchment seemed blank. “No offense, but if someone managed to steal a secret, doesn’t that make you bad at your job?”
“Says the faerie who insisted that I do the opposite of my job.” He turned towards her. “I wasn’t around when the theft happened. I’m not mortal but I still need food and rest. I locked up before I left though.”
“So,” she drawled. “How did the secret get stolen?”
His jaw clenched. “It is hard to get in but not impossible. It would require a deadly power; a contract with a demon perhaps or a sacrifice offered to the gods.”
An idea sparked in her mind. A genius idea. “That’s it!” She clapped.
“What?”
Her feet bounced. “You’ll tell me the secret I need if I find the culprit for you!”
Félix merely stared.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Marinette frowned. “Consider it! You cannot leave this place because you have to guard the vault, but you need to investigate the thief. Grant me three days and I’ll catch them!”
“How overly ambitious of you.”
She puffed up her chest with pride. “I have tricks up my sleeve as with all the fae. You need to find the thief, don’t you?”
“And see to it that they are punished, yes.”
“It’s a good bargain then!’
“I’m afraid I still cannot tell you a secret entrusted to me.”
Marinette caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Her fists curled around the fabric of her cloak. She had to convince him. She needed to know that secret. “The truth is . . .” She swallowed. “There is a human who I’ve been in close contact with recently.”
“And?”
“And I found out that he dropped by this place to give a secret: the person he likes!”
Félix ran his fingers through his pale hair. “You are interested in him romantically and you want to know if it’s you.”
She nodded meekly.
“Fine.” He conceded. “I will take you up on your offer. I cannot guarantee that I can give you the secret but I will try to help you.”
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Félix didn’t expect much from a single faerie but as promised, she came back after three days. Her figure was hunched over when she trudged next to the stream and her fingers were nervously playing with the sides of her dress. He crossed his arms as she approached.
“Did you find the thief?” He calmly asked.
“Yes . . .?”
“What did you find out?”
Her voice wobbled. “It was a human whose father left a secret here.”
“And?”
“He—he was convinced that his father was hiding something terrible, so he made a demon contract to break into the secret vault,” she said in one breath. “And—and he fo—found out: his father was the reason behind his sister’s death. He confronted his father and they had a scuffle.”
“What of the parchment?”
Her eyes widened. “I can’t find it anywhere.”
Félix nodded, barely reacting to the revelations. The fae were not to be taken as innocent, but somehow, this one was. He figured that she had seen the confrontation in person, and was now overwhelmed about the situation.
“Did you already know?” Marinette questioned in a small voice.
He pressed his fingertips on the surface of the vault. “The reason people keep ugly secrets is because they’ve committed ugly acts themselves. There are some who are ready to die or kill before allowing their secrets to come out. I knew which secret was taken, so it is not difficult to piece out what happened.”
“Ah . . .”
“Do you see now?” He looked at her carefully. “There are secrets that are never meant to come out. Truths that you have no right to know. You cannot carelessly ask me to divulge one to you.”
Her lip curled into a pout. “Did you agree to let me investigate just so you can teach me a lesson?”
“The investigation was needed to investigate the culprit. That is why the parchment disappeared—it ceased to be a ‘secret’ because it was revealed. The lesson is only an addition.”
“What will happen to the thief?”
“The contract itself will become his punishment.” He remembered the corrupt exchanges demons did with humans. “He must have paid a big price to obtain the power to enter the vault.”
Suddenly, she leaned over the stall to look into his eyes closely. Félix nearly stumbled backwards at the intrusion.
“I see now,” she sucked in a breath, seemingly reaching an epiphany. “You’re burdened with all these secrets and the revolting side of mortals, which is why you’re so stoic.”
“What are you talking about?” He scoffed. “This is just my personality.”
"Oh, really." She leaned back, chuckling nervously. "I still completed your request, by the way. You have to give me something in return."
Félix mulled over the price. What this young naïve faerie wanted was simple, and yet he was forbidden to give it to her. He also appreciated her persistence as not everyone would bargain with the Secretkeeper.
"The human you are in contact with," he started. "It's Prince Adrien, is it not?"
She gaped. "Y—yes. Why?"
"It's not you."
"Huh?"
"It's not you who he likes."
". . . Are you allowed to say that?" She visibly deflated at the fact that her interest didn't reciprocate.
"With my knowledge, I only said that it's not you, but I did not say who he likes. It does not count."
"But—but if you reveal a secret won't there be consequences for you?" A frown etched on her face.
"Yes, I will perish horribly but again, it does not count."
"So you do have a loophole!" Marinette's ears twitched. "You do run that black market for secrets!"
"Please do not mention that black market again. There is no such thing."
A gleam of suspicion shone in her eyes, clearly saying that she was unconvinced. Félix plucked a stray leaf from his shoulder. "You have your confirmation. Are we done here?"
"Not quite," Marinette hummed. "I want to share a secret of my own."
"What?"
"You heard me. You're open for business today, aren't you?"
"Fine." He grabbed a quill out of thin air and a tiny square of paper from the stall cup and gave it to her. She scribbled one sentence.
He read it: I am in love with Prince Adrien.
Félix lifted his eyes. "Really?"
"It is, by definition, a secret!" said she. "A fact about me that I haven't told anyone and I don't want others to know. Umm—you already know it, but you're the Secretkeeper anyway so . . . The point is—!"
She coughed. "The point is, I'll be damned if my sisters ever find out that I fell in love with a human, so I'm entrusting it to you."
"Very well." His purpose was not to judge intentions and actions, but to keep secrets, and that was what he would do. He tied up the paper, knotted it with a ribbon and slipped it into a glass bottle to be stored away in the vault later.
Marinette watched the storing process with keen interest. "What happens to those secrets in the vault?"
"Nothing. Or so the public believes." Félix checked the bottle's cork again.
"What do you mean?"
"Usually, they give their secrets to take the guilt off their backs," he explained, "Especially before death. What most don't know is that these secrets are used to judge their soul when they arrive in the afterlife."
"Judge their soul?" Marinette squeaked.
"I'm not familiar with the details, but that is how it goes." He slipped the bottle under the stall. "That is why you better watch which secrets you offer."
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She came back.
The familiar pair of pigtails bobbed up and down along with strands of dark hair. Marinette gave him a wide grin as she halted in front of the stall.
"What are you doing here?" Asked Félix.
"To give a secret of course." Her tone carried faux innocence.
She slid over piece of paper towards him.
"You wrote it already?"
"Yup!"
Félix unfurled the paper and read. I hoard shiitake chips at every chance I get.
He looked at the bright-eyed faerie. "Seriously?"
"What? It's a secret, isn't it?"
He muttered a complaint and stored it away in a new bottle.
---
"You're here again?"
People rarely came back. Perhaps only two visits at most. He thought about sealing the entrance specifically for her.
"Oh, you know, another secret." She gave the paper.
I accidentally trapped a human in a faerie ring once and I didn't know how to undo it.
Félix raised an eyebrow. "What happened to the human?"
She flushed. "I had one of my sisters help get him out. He looked very confused afterwards."
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It was no surprise that she visited again. What was worse was that The Forest had taken a liking to her. The stream flowed faster when she was around, and the tree branches gravitated towards her presence. He even saw a few charmed mushrooms near the vault that he hadn't seen before.
"Make sure to keep it safe," Marinette reminded. "I wrote it just before I went through the entrance."
He took the paper. I tripped 6 times on roots and 2 times on logs on the way here.
Félix sighed exasperatedly. "Your secret's safe with me."
#felix week 2022#felix week#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain cheng#pv felix#fantasy#fanfiction#felix month#if she gives a secret that says i love you then what#faeries#magic#no but i imagine felix in a hanbok here#and a gat#am i reading too much manhwas
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draw elucien. draw azris. challenge the monocracy. your response about multishipping was graceful. you have talent that multiple ships would be honored to experience. there are infinite worlds in which any character can fall in love with other characters and those worlds are each someone on the internet's happy place. your art will bring whoever u wish joy in that place and they will be b l e s s e d. and people should realize that you are not a creative slave to one pairing. gross.
also who gives a fuck if Elain gets dirty with Lucien in an alternate universe or this one. that shit would be hot as fuck. stop taking yourselves so damn seriously, these are fucking faeries people. don't gaslight gracie she is an actual angel.
Thank you so much. That's exactly what I am trying to do. I do not want to reserve my art for only one part of the fandom. I want to create and share my art with everyone. It does not mean I don't love yall the same lol. There's enough of me to go around, please.
And in regards to the ships... I just think Elain deserves a good time okay? Can we all agree on that? I got my personal preference but in the next book if she ends up with Firedaddy or shadowdaddy I dont care because either way Elain is going to be living her BEST and MOST SEXY LIFE!
Yeah, you're so right. Could you imagine? My girl has the best options here.
crazy how people get so defensive of who their favorite character has sex with like dude its Not That Deep. (HAH! 😏) Fandom is just so Silly. ACOTAR is literally porn with a sprinkle of plot. Seriously if you asked me the plot of the main series I would genuinely not be able to tell you because I only remember The Romances.
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Gleam by Raven Kennedy
My Rating: 5/5
THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THIS REVIEW. I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HELP MYSELF.
I am genuinely shocked to say that I loved this book. Is it a perfect book? Not by any means but Auren holds a very special place in my heart and watching her journey in this book was great. This quickly became one of my favorite books because of her alone. I like Raven Kennedy's prose a lot, but sometimes it gets just a little bit too flowery, and there are still the occasional bizarre metaphors, but for the most part, I enjoy it a lot. This book is huge, but I finished it in a little under three days because it kept me so engaged. This book has so many things that I enjoy. Angry women who finally get their revenge. Abusive men who get their just desserts. Scary, intimidating dudes who are soft just for their lady loves. Badass powerful women. ~Drama~
I don't even really know how to write a review for this book to be honest. I've seen people complain that the last few books didn't really have much of a plot but I feel like this series is more character focused than plot-centric and I'm not really mad about it. I feel like it gained its footing here with a potential for a really cool political fantasy plot and while that could've been integrated into the first two books better I don't really think it harms the series as a whole. (I still think books 1&2 could have been combined, however.)
Watching Auren finally come to realize just how much of a monster Midas is was so wild, honestly. I got genuinely angry reading their fights on Auren's behalf because it is so real. When you have dated someone or know someone who has dated someone abusive like that I think reading something like this could be incredibly cathartic. I've been wanting Midas to die since book one and when Auren finally snaps it is wonderful That kiss? Those five taps? *chef's kiss*
I wanted more Malina in this story and it's a bummer to see her fumble her kingdom so badly tbh. I wanted her to win over Midas and it's a bummer she can't really do that now but whatever, Auren deserved to be the one to take him down.
I loved Kaila, I think she is a fascinating character and her power is awesome. I can't wait to read more about her in the next book and honestly the idea of her as a villain is exciting but I also like her so much and don't want her to die lmao.
Slade...oh, Slade. Listen, his dirty talk makes me very uncomfortable but I love him. It has been such a long time that I have genuinely liked a male love interest in a fantasy series and it is such a breath of fresh air to finally be able to say that I found a dark fantasy romance that I actually like. I always said that I will never like a villain romance where the dude is abusive to the girl he claims to love. I am super into the scary, intimidating dude who is also hot but only if he is soft for the one he loves. Slade is so soft for Auren. I love how he wants her to fight for herself and doesn't want to take her choices for her. I loved him in the last book, and I love him even more in this book, and I am ready to learn more about him and his brother Ryatt.
This also proves to me that faeries can be written with those animalistic, "dominating" qualities and it can be done well! Like the fact that I don't hate Slade and actually really really like him is saying something.
Anyway, 5/5, I loved this. I love Auren, I love her so much. Also, if her ribbons don't grow back...I'm coming for you, Raven Kennedy.
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Inner Monologue Shitpost Breakdown A.K.A. Review of Chapter 3 of "A Court of Thorns and Roses"
Commence chapter 3
The dynamic trio are goin’ on a road trip. No actually they’re just walking to the other side of the village. Now that I have a little context, I know that Nesta and Elain are just upper east side it-girls who fell on hard times and can’t seem to acclimate to the humiliating new lifestyle of being poor, and my only thought is: we should do this to more rich girls.
So, Patty and Selma think they’re too good to walk along the dirty cart road, but who’s really surprised considering these two are…mostly terrible. We learn that Nesta actually did get up and chop wood this morning, even after her refusal in the last chapter. Is this…is this a redeeming quality for sister Nesta??? Feyre immediately follows this up with the suspicion that this was simply so she could leech some coin from her sister’s pony-wolf pelt, and I believe her, because why would she lie?
Feyre has a flashback to a time when they weren’t too poor for spices, and just as she’s about to suggest they indulge for old time’s sake they get stopped by a group of religious fanatics (never a good sign in a fantasy world). Not sure whether these guys are more Jehovah Witness or Manson Family, but they call themselves “Children of the Blessed.” Turns out they worship the High Fae. Given what we know about the High Fae thus far, that seems unwise. Narrator agrees.
The implication here is that these guys just sort of blindly revere the High Fae, even though it seems like they aren’t actually directly affiliated with them. Their objective seems to be just…spreading the word that they are good and just and hoping they get kidnapped and smuggled over the border??? I’m gonna remain nonpartisan but I can’t help but notice the Children of the Blessed are wearing real silver and the haters aren’t so…maybe we should hear these guys out.
Head acolyte is persistent, but Nesta goes full Blair Waldorf on her, and even though she thinks her sister’s approach is a bit cunty, Feyre chooses not to intervene. We learn that a bunch of the townsfolk, including Nesta, wear iron jewelry to deter the Fae. Other onlookers get involved presumably because the Children jingle wherever they walk, and the peanut gallery just starts launching epithets. “Faerie-loving whore” sounds like my kind of job title, but I digress. Head acolyte is like, “Noooo u guys got it all twisted, my cousin has a friend who is currently over in the faerie realm living it up right now as we speak.” Nobody believes this. Acolyte’s cousin’s friend is probably dead.
Feyre takes note of how clean and well-dressed these fanatics are, which begs the question, who is FUNDING these guys? More importantly, it brings us back to a recurrent theme where she associates qualities like ignorance and ineptitude with PURITY. Remember how just last chapter she points out how clean the faces of her sister and father are? We see this again in the way she notes the clean faces of these religious zealots. Her inner monologue tells us she doesn’t AGREE with them, she’s like “well everyone knows they’re worshiping OVERLORDS, not gods” but here again she prefers her pedestal where she alone knows the truth.
This chapter’s other big overarching theme is about challenging the status quo. We have the cult of zealots, demonized for worshiping the Fae, which obviously goes against everything we know to be sensible and sane. Next we have Feyre, who takes a risk and approaches the least trustworthy option when selling her pelts (possibly due in part to the fact that the other two vendors kind of openly dismiss her before she has time to approach them). Finally we have the mercenary, who breaks tradition by Not Being a Bad Guy (and also not lowballing her).
This chapter reinforces the idea that not only is Feyre brave, she’s also nonjudgmental, in a way her sisters and most of the other people in the village are not. And it pays off, in this instance. She also has a considerable bit of pride; she is reluctant to accept the mercenary’s pay because she feels it’s more an act of charity, and she tries to balance the scales by throwing in some of her dad’s wood carvings, but—as we discussed before—there’s like zero demand for these things and she literally can’t even give them away.
The mercenary imparts us with old school RPG NPC wisdom, by sharing the dangers she’s had firsthand with the Fae, teaching us what a martax is, and showing off a badass battle scar. We learn that this region, despite standing right on the borders of faerie land, has no standing army to defend itself against this sort of thing.
We are interrupted by Nesta dragging Feyre away and telling her not to talk to mercenaries because they’re dangerous brutes. This seems kind of like the whole point (and also a necessary quality) of a mercenary, but then we learn Nesta and Elain actually got ROBBED by one of those a while back. To be fair, Nesta and Elain both kind of suck, so I can’t say I blame them too much.
There’s a chance run-in with Isaac and we learn this kind of awkward clumsy halfhearted thing they have going on is awkward clumsy and halfhearted. They plan a barnyard romp for later by like, initiating the secret head nod, but tragically I’m not sure whether they actually get to have said romp because after dinner the narrator and her terrible family become the victims of a home invasion. Stay tuned for more on THAT.
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#book review#booktok#bookworm#fantasybooktok#i'm reading the faerie smut#i'm reviewing the faerie smut
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Drakengard Direct Translations 2 - Furiae and Caim, as requested by a friend
//Y’all know what this is about. My own direct translation of the Chapter 6 scene where Manah spills shit bc the English version fucked it up REALLY badly. The quality of the video I got this on was a LOT better thank god, so I didn’t have to go through the nightmare of figuring out the Kanji every few seconds. Without futher ado. (Note: I’ve put possessed Manah in italics, and when she speaks as herself and is possessed I’ll put a / / around the words. Sorry for the shitty formatting! Translation notes are in bold)
English for comparison:
Inuart: Don’t think of me as a traitor, Caim. We are creating a new world. A world where Furiae lives! Open your eyes. Hear what our priestess says. We can survive!
Furiae: Inuart! You mustn’t stay here. Please go away now. (Falls, Inuart leaves)
Manah: The Watchers do not laugh. The Watchers must not wake.
Furiae: Ah!
Manah: Lalalalala, lalalalala. I’m just /a girl. A normal/ girl. What’s this? This dirt?
Furiae: No, don’t...
Manah: Forget the seal and help me! Forget the seal and /help me! Stupid man./ Please help me. Help me! Please... Hold me, my brother.
Furiae: Stop it...!
Manah: /I can see into your heart./ Heheheheheh!
Furiae: No... No, that’s not true. You lie!
Manah: I hate you! I hate you! /Filth! This world/ needs destroying.
Furiae: No!
Manah: I’m dirty. I’m dirty. I’m /no goddess. I renounce it./ Please, please my brother!
Furiae: I’m sorry!
Manah: So, you failed at playing goddess. Ehehehe! Now what?
~Cue cutscene~
Furiae: Don’t look... At me...
Manah: Do the Watchers laugh too?
Japanese (As directly translated by me. As with Leonard and the faerie, it’s a bit stiff sounding for accuracy’s sake!):
Inuart: Don’t say that I’m a traitor, Caim. We are trying to create a new world now. A new world where Furiae can live! Open your eyes, Caim. Endorse the bishop’s teachings. (*Note: I found it VERY interesting that Manah is referred to as a bishop (Shikyou-sama) in the Japanese version. Out of curiosity I searched it up and: “...a bishop is an ordained minister who holds the fullness of the sacrament of holy orders and is responsible for teaching doctrine, governing... in his jurisdiction, sanctifying the world and representing the Church.” Huh.) You will be left alive! (*Note: Wasn’t really sure how to phrase this one. The most direct translation IS “You will be left alive”, but not like Inuart is threatening Caim. It goes as a more direct version of the English version’s: “We will survive!” - Basically saying that when the apocalypse blows over he’ll be able to join the other followers of the watchers and be spared whatever bullshit that would happen.)
Furiae: Inuart! You shouldn’t be in this place. Go back to your own place. (*This one is a bit odd directly translated?? It sounds like “Inuart, you’re drunk, go home” but uh- Basically it sounds like she’s just telling him “You have better things to be doing than convincing my brother to join the empire now GO” lmao) (Furiae falls, Inuart leaves)
Manah: The angels do not laugh. The angels must not wake.
Furiae: Ah!
Manah: Lalalalala, lala, lalalala... Although I’m a woman. /Despite being a normal woman... Why/ is there this... Tsk tsk, dirt! (*Manah quite literally says “Shit” instead of dirt here but I couldn’t take myself seriously writing that + I feel it fits better still just being dirt.)
Furiae: Stop it...
Manah: For what reason is this sealed? /Save me! Useless man!/ Please save me. Please. Save me. Embrace me.(*Note: This reads the same as “Hold me”... On the surface. The word used is “Dakishimete”, which refers mostly to an embrace between lovers! Nothing lewd (Explicitly) but certainly... Romantic.) Brother. (*O! Nii! CHAAAAN!!!)
Furiae: No!!
Manah: /I can read into your heart./ Haha, Ahahahaha!
Furiae: That’s wrong, I... Don’t think such things.
Manah: Detestable, it’s detestable! Shitty bastard. (*I... Really don’t know anyway else to translate this. Manah deadass her a dirty/shitty bastard. I- The words she uses are “Kuso yarou”... Which- Is literally shit and bastard. I’m-) /I wish this world would be destroyed!/
Furiae: You’re wrong...!
Manah: Repulsive. I am repulsive. I’m no goddess. /I give it up./ Please, brother. To me... (*Okay. The term used EXACTLY is “Watashi ni”, Watashi being I/Me, and ni being a location marker. So this can be read as “In me”, “On me”, “To me”, etc. A whole BUNCH of ways, none prettier than the last. Jesus did the English version pussy out with this scene.)
Furiae: I’m sorry...!! (*You’d think she’d use “Gomen-ne” here, the “biggest” of the three main ways to say sorry (Gomen, Gomennasai, and Gomenne). Nope. Just “Gomenasai”. Interesting, I guess? I don’t know, I thought it would be worth pointing out.)
Manah: So, you failed at being goddess. What will you do?
~Cue cutscene~
Furiae: Don’t look... At me...
Manah: Do the angels laugh?
//Yeah I kinda spilled most my thoughts into the notes,,, still I KINDA wanna go off about how much more fucking INTENSE this scene was in the Japanese version, especially with the actual meaning of the words,,, can’t get over the fact Furiae got called a shitty bastard by a 6 year old (giving me the same whiplash I got from translating one particular line in Leonard’s death, which I’ll probably post next alongside Arioch’s because.... Both are just horribly short scenes compared to these lmao) but that’s just Drakengard ig. Enjoy! Unlike the Leonard censorship that basically went “He’s just a shy little man!!!! Don’t worry about that gasp when Seere hugged him, he’s just a shy little dude <3″ and couldn’t figure out WHAT to do with him, this went NEXT FUCKING LEVEL and basically went “Awww, she wants her brother to hug her :) Maybe romantically maybe not hahah lets not get TOO deep into it lol” while the japanese went off like “your sister wants your dick, caim”.
All in all if I had to chose one aspect where the English censorship was just downright HORRIBLE, it would be this. They VERY shakily got away with Leonard. This is just......... my guy.
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Part nine of the More to Love series
Summary: Plans for the ball are in full swing, the concealment of your relationship with the knight dwindles and you make a deal with one another that leads to both of you learning a new and valuable skill
Word Count: 8.9k, NO USE OF ‘Y/N’
Warnings: SMUT (oral sex F receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms), swearing, mentions of wounds
Author’s Note: and we’re back to your regularly scheduled royalty and princesscore writings. this chapter is very chill honestly, but i still really enjoyed writing it! there’s also the introduction of THE DRESS. y’all this dress is insane you really aren’t ready i am OBSESSED with this dress.
Part eight
“Are you listening, Princess?” You hadn’t even realized you had zoned out. Your cheek was bright red from resting against your palm, and your eyes had glazed over with boredom. You hoped you didn’t look too uninterested, but considering the literal Queen of Mandalore looked down at you with folded arms and one arched eyebrow, you were less than confident that you looked engrossed in the conversation.
The Queen, Lady Reeves and yourself have been inside a yellow-themed parlor all morning discussing plans for the ball. Your Knight stood patiently by the door, overseeing the entire meeting. You wore a long sleeve dress that was too hot for the summer sun, which was slowly drying out the mud and puddles from then two-day long rainstorm that no one predicted. You spent the entire day yesterday pretending to rest from the exhausting day previous, but you were really hiding your arm from everyone else. You tried to argue with Koska that a long sleeve in the middle of summer would look for more suspicious than a simple bandage on your bicep, but she disagreed to say the least. The Knight stopped limping this morning, although you were convinced he was just faking it for good measure. If others knew he was injured, it could raise suspicion that you were too. You also think he didn’t want you to worry about him. The stab wound really wasn’t that deep, but you knew it had to have hurt more than he was showing. You thought he should take a few days off to rest his leg and to really spend time with his son, but he refused to.
You look up from your emotionless stare out the window, which showed the sea in the distance. The ocean was so different here compared to what it’s like in Corellia. There are sandy beaches and the water’s warm, whereas back home, it’s often frozen over, and is lined with rocky fjords and coves. You wanted to go down to one of those beaches soon if you could. They looked relaxing and much more intruiging than a wordy meeting that you stopped listening in on Lord knows when.
“Sorry, I just… zoned out for a minute.” You clear your throat, looking up at the ginger above you. You bat your eyelashes, trying do play off innocent and truthful. She shrugged, and turned around to pull something out of Koska’s hands.
“I was saying that now that we have the food and decor arranged for the ball, we can talk about the important things.” She says as she whips around for the big reveal that you weren’t expecting: iher arms was the most extravagant, fluffy gown you had ever seen. It was a soft rose gold, the skirt was huge and round, tulle pillowing out from the bodice which had clearly been hand-beaded by nimble fingers to have five-pedaled flowers with curly vines growing out of them. There was a soft sweet-heart neckline, the lace and beading of the bodice came up past the structure to overlap where your skin would be, The sleeves were off the shoulder, which was common for Mandalorian summer gowns. The skirt had a soft hint of sparkles and real diamonds had been sewn into the centers of each flower along the gown.
You perked up as you saw the ornament, your attention being drawn from the crashing waves of the ocean to the prettiest dress you had ever seen. You think you sighed, but you weren’t really sure. Dresses have always been a part of your life, designers from all over the world would send you their best sets, and it’s rare for you to wear the same gown more than once. This isn’t the first time you had been presented with a dress that costed more than some of the houses in the kingdom, but there was something different about it. It had a special glow to it, unlike anything you had ever seen.
“Her Radiance Ahsoka brought it, it’s a wedding gift from the Woodland elves.” Koska speaks up when she sees your reaction. Both her and the Queen were amused at your childlike awe. “That’s why it has that shimmer, they used silk spinners and gold.”
“I… I can’t accept this.” You wanted to, but you were desperately trying to be humble and calm in this situation. The dresses never meant that much to you, it’s just a piece of clothing. You have always been far more into the politics that came with royalty, not the fashion, so this was a first.
“Well of course you can.” The queen chuckled, “It would be rude not to.” You wished you could tell her that wearing such an extravagance would feel in vain because you did not feel affection towards the person you’ll be wearing it for. However, you supposed she was right, it would be rude to turn down a gift from the literal elves. You stand up from where you sat, walking over the dress that took your breath away. You wondered what the Knight thought of it, and you turn around to look at him. You know that he wouldn’t show any type of reaction over this thing, especially if the Queen is watching, but you wanted to show him that you were thinking of him. You smiled, raising your eyebrows to really show how beautiful you thought the gown was, you’ll get to talk about it with him later. This is the second time Koska see’s something like this between the two of you, and she first looks at you, and the knight, raising a sharp eyebrow.
You place your hand over the fabric, running your palm over it. You did nothing to deserve this, but you were honored that it’s yours. “It’s like a faerie’s dress.” You sigh. “It’s wonderful, when can I thank her Radiance?”
“She’s out and about, she usually meditates in the gardens on sunny days, I can retrieve her, if you’d like.” Koska speaks up.
“Oh that’s alright, I’ll find her eventually.” You smile.
“Interesting that you brought up the fae…” The Queen brings up, “Allow me to ask, it is your engagement ball, is there anything specific you would like to have incorporated?” A few days ago, you would have had no answer, because a few days ago there was nothing about Mandalore worth it to you. However, things have changed. You’ve spent sleepless nights thinking about the boy in the beskar armor, and you would give anything to dance with him at that ball. You knew damn well that if you asked nicely, and maybe gave him head in return, he would do almost anything you asked. He would happily dance with you alone in the room after the events of the night, although you weren’t even sure if he knew how to dance. You did want to waltz with him, but not in that way.
So, last night you stayed up late, laying on your back with the balcony doors just cracked open to let in the smell fo fresh rain and a cool breeze into the hot room, thinking about him. You especially thought about the soft skin of his thighs and the way he shuddered when you raked your fingernails down his abdomen. But you also thought about how you could dance with him at the ball, where everyone could see. You knew that you would be dancing with far more people than Korkie, it would be many people’s last (and only) chance to dance with you before you’re married, and so you’re expected to give everyone the opportunity and attention they desired. It wasn’t your favorite thing you’d have to do, especially considering you would be dancing with a number of complete strangers and total creeps of Viziers, Grand Dukes and old viscounts who would probably whisper dirty things in your ear. And that is part of why you wanted this one thing for yourself so badly.
Dancing with a mysterious stranger wouldn’t be a problem. You wanted to share your affection towards him, and you especially wanted him to see you in your true element of balls and parties and gowns and tiaras. You knew it was risky, especially considering you can hardly control yourself around him, who knows what the crowd may be whispering as you dreamily look up at him. But after having to move and change your entire life, marry a man you resent in a kingdom that goes against everything you’ve ever believed in, you owe yourself this one thing. Just this one.
However, dancing with a literal knight would be far too suspicious and obnoxious for the biggest event in the western part of the world. And you knew that he would never remove his helmet, even if his life depended on it. It would be no easy feat to convince him to do something like that in such little time, but that’s when you got the best idea to have possibly ever cross your mind.
When you were just a little girl, your nursery caretaker would sit you on her lap when you had droopy, tired eyes, and read you a story. You can’t remember what it was called, it’s been so long since you heard it, but it was your favorite. It was the tale of the masquerade ball where the young peasant girl fell in love with the handsome magician. You were always drawn into it, because you once hoped you would fall in love with a mysterious and handsome man, too.The point of the story was that she never saw his face, as they both had on extravagant swan masks covering their eyes. If everyone had their face covered, it wouldn’t look suspicious if he did, too. You knew it would be a big thing to ask, and he may not even agree to it if the Queen approves of the short-noticed theme, but you wanted to live at least one night as the young peasant girl.
“Yes, actually.” You began to reply, “I would love for my engagement ball to be a masquerade.” You made sure to add in the ‘my’ to reinstate that it is for you. The Queen stopped to consider what you asked, and Koska looked suprised. It’s rare for anyone to ask the Queen for something like that out flat. But, she was the one who brought it up.
The Queen made you wait in suspense for her answer, and every fiber of your being wanted to turn around and wink at the knight to let him know that you asked for him, but even you, the naive princess, knew that you needed to be more careful with sharing your memories with him when others are around. “I suppose we could arrange that.” She thinks out loud, and you can’t stop the smile that stretches across your face. The Queen really only agreed because she knew it would cause more buzz and conversation around her last event as Queen. Even you could see that, but if it meant you would get a chance to share the memory with your guard, it was worth it.
“Your Majesty, forgive me, but the ball is this weekend, I fear we will not have enough time to prepare for such a change in plans…” Koska spoke up.
“Well, not if we don’t have everyone in the palace working double time,” Both yours and Koska’s faces dropped, that is not what you wanted at all. “Every servant will be required to make ten masks before the ball on Saturday. Knights are exempt, obviously.” She placed the rose gold dress back in Koska’s arms. You immediately felt guilty.
“Oh that won’t be necessary, Your Majesty, I don’t want everyone to-“
“Oh nonsense,” She interrupted, “I love the masquerade idea, it will be grand. It will be the envy of Coruscant.” Was everything a battle for her? An endless contest of who’s the best between Mandalore and Coruscant? If everyone had extra work to do on top of their usual load, you would feel absolutely terrible, but there would be no changing the Queen’s mind. “As the head of the servants, you will oversee the masks, Lady Reeves.” Your face was in shock, pale and sick. Koska shot you an annoyed glare. You tried to respond with an apologetic smile, but the Queen was speaking up again, pacing as she spoke. “Of course we need the royals to stand out from everyone else, we’ll already have our gowns but the masks will make a difference too…” She thought out loud. “Koska I would like an owl mask as per usual, there will be gems incorporated as well I trust?”
“Yes, your Majesty.” She was not amused with her new task.
“As for our little Princess,” She was referring to you, but you couldn’t even listen out of guilt. Everything you tried in Mandalore somehow backfired on you. “Her dress is lovely, but her mask must also be the most extravagant in the room, after mine, of course. It would also be best if hers and my nephew’s matched, Yes?” Koska nodded, struggling to hold the heavy dress with her small stature. “Lovely, aren’t you just full of surprises, Your Highness?” The Queen smiled at you, and you forced a polite smile. “Now, excuse me, I have a designer to meet with to get as many feathers and adornments for masks as possible.” The redhead hastily exits the room, her high guard following her, leaving just you and Koska with your knight.
“What the fuck was that about?” Koska asked afterwards.
“I didn’t mean for any of the extra work to happen, I swear.” You defensively respond.
“You just love giving me a hard time, don’t you?” She asks.
“No- that not at all what-“
“Let her be, Koska.” Your knight steps into the conversation.
“Ugh you knights are so frustrating sometimes.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean, what is going on with you two?” She asks and your heart drops to your ass. Was it that obvious there was something more there? Your knight tensed up, too. “Yeah, I can see exactly what’s going on here. Would either of you like to explain?” She asks.
The two of you stood awkwardly like children who got caught stealing sweets from the kitchen. You wondered how you were going to get out of this one. Your entire world could come crashing down right now if you didn’t play this out correctly, and a thousand outcomes of this situation simultaneously played out in your head. Would she rat you out? Would it lead to your knights expulsion? Or would she keep it to herself? She seemed to have a history with your knight, although you didn’t know what that might be. Maybe she would be on your side, but you highly doubted it.
You blame yourself for all of this. You should have put a stop to all of this long ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. He has you tied around your finger, and you like it. You wondered what was going on through his mind, was he as nervous as you? He had to be, if not more worried about what would happen. Someone knowing about your secret relationship would only lead to you getting a tap on your knuckles and then they would try to hide it from society to keep your reputation clean, but it would be the end of his career and safety for him. You were selfish for this, and you knew it.
“What?” Is all your stupid mouth says. As if you hadn’t just had the most sporadic and stressful thought process of your entire life. After all that, the only thing you were able to come up with was “what?”. You thought your body might be shaking, but you weren’t totally sure. You wanted to look at the knight by your side, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Koska must have thought the same thing as you because after you just responded with an arrogant rhetorical question, her eyebrows raised like a mother angry with her teenage son. She scoffs, and walks to the other side of the parlor to place the gown down on a sofa. When her back was turned to you, you were somehow able to muster up the courage to look at the beskar-clad figure to your left. He didn’t look any different than, well, ever. Tall and broad and stoically looking ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. But you knew better. He had to have had a similar thought process to your own. He never turned to look back at you, and that’s when the guilt really set in. This could have been prevented. It should have been prevented. You fiddle with your sleeve.
Koska comes back too soon, her arms folded over her chest and the same unamused look on her stupidly perfect face. “So, one of you better start talking now, or else I’m going to get impatient and go catch up with the Queen to do your chore.” She nods to you. Why was she doing this? What did she gain out of knowing any of this? It could be to protect Korkie, although you found that seriously hard to believe. From what you can tell, Koska could care less about the Mandalorian Prince.
You sigh out of embarrassment mostly, but know that you are the one who needs to speak up. This was your mistake, and so it was your responsibility to fix it. “This is all my fault,” You have to clear your throat after beginning because of how uncomfortably your words sit in your throat. “I take full responsibility for everything. Don’t blame him for anything.” You nod. He turns his head to look at you after you say this, and you wanted nothing more than to look back at him, but Koska had your gaze trapped.
“And what exactly do you mean by ‘everything’ and ‘anything’?” The lady-in-waiting asks.
You sigh again, knowing this was going to be hard to say. “I...allowed myself to be…” You carefully considered your word choice, “i-infatuated with the wrong man.” You finally get out. That was the first time you had said it in front of him, and only the second time you had said it outloud ever, the first being to the Elven Queen last week. “I shouldn’t have let it get so out of hand, but I fell under the spell of this Knight, and I don’t even know his name. I’ve never seen his face. In many ways, he’s a complete stranger to me.” You debated saying the next thing, but it just kind of spilled out, ‘A stranger who’s plagued my thoughts and actions since the day I got here.” It was hard for you to say, but there was something so liberating about saying it.
He never took his eyes off of you the entire time you spoke, but this time you were able to look back at him. Your eyes first looking down at the floor guiltily, and then they slowly make their way up his armor and to the visor on his helmet. You just looked there for a little bit while Koska processed what you were saying. You smiled genuinely at the knight, desperately trying to show him that everything you just said was true. For a moment, you weren’t sure if she was going to say anything at all, and the room fell silent.
“Well…” She begins, you can’t hear any disappointment in her tone yet, “You’re terrible at hiding it.” She sighs. Of all the things she could have said, you did not expect that.
“What?” You say like an absolute idiot for the second time. You look back at the woman.
“Look, I’ve known him for a long time.” She shakily breathes, looking at him, “We’ve actually been through a lot together.” He was still looking at you, “And honestly, Neither of us were ever cut out for the Royal life we’ve been living for a while now.” You wondered what she meant by that. “And to be frank, I could care less about your personal life.” She said to you about you, “But since he’s a friend, and you really don’t mean very much to me, no offense,”
“None taken.”
“I suppose I’ll just keep it to myself-“
The relief that overcame your body was unmatched. You can’t stop the grin that goes from ear to ear or the sigh of relief that danced on your lips and out of your lungs. You look over at him, who still hasn’t looked away from your face, but he sighs of relief, too. You see it in the way his armor shifts.
“-Under one condition.”
“Okay…”
“You have to start hiding it better, no more over the shoulder glances. Okay? This is me looking out for him.” She gestures to him with a nod. Was she really going to do this for you?
“No more glances, got it.” You repeat.
“There’s no telling what might happen to him if the wrong person finds out.” She clears her throat, and that statement scares you. You try not to let it take up too much of your thought. “And you have to act like nothing is different. You’re still engaged to the Prince and you’re still the future Queen-consort. I don’t give a damn about what happens behind closed doors, but when others are around you have to behave yourselves. This is me looking out for my kingdom, understood?”
“Understood.” You nod back, although you weren’t the biggest fan of that condition, you knew that was the price you had to pay to get what you wanted… well at least what you think you wanted. “You’re not going to tell the Queen?”
“If you do those things, she won’t hear a word about it.” Koska shrugs.
“And what about Korkie?”
“Stars, I cannot stand that boy. I don’t even talk to him.” She rolls her eyes and you chuckle. You’re happy you aren’t the only one who feels that way about the prince. “But I’m not going to cover or lie for you two, I’m not going to help you hide it or anything. Alright?”
“Of course.” You reply.
“Great. I have over five-hundered masks to make by Saturday, so I’ll be leaving now.” She finished and on her way out, she pushes the knight on the shoulder playfully.
The door closes.
“Stars.” You clear your throat and turn to look at him, before you can say anything, though, he’s picking you up by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of weightless flour, and carrying you over to the second sofa that isn’t taken up by a ridiculously large dress. You giggle when he does, blushing at his enthusiasm. You’re placed on your back and he kneels between your legs.
“You’re excited.” You chuckle and he hums in response. There isn’t very much room on the sofa but he makes his place. He then grabs the hem of your dress, pulling it up over first your thighs, then up past your hips, over the corset and up to your face. He covers your eyes with the skirt and it hides the cheesiest smile on your face. light still poured in from the fabric, but you weren’t able to see anything.
You then heard the sound of metal being placed on the floor next to you, and to your pleasant surprise, his lips and pressed tightly to yours through the fabric. The kiss obviously doesn’t make any contact, but you’ve learned that with the knight, it’s the thought that always counts. You’re smiling into the kiss like a dork, and you shudder when you feel his bare hands against your bare thighs. He pulls your legs open, and then pulls away from your separated kiss.
Your first moan comes when you feel his lips against your soft thighs. He licks up and down your right thigh first, his fingertips strong and faithful against the outer part of your legs. Your breathing hitches, and you hum with pleasure when he moves to your left thigh, taking the same amount of time to kiss, nibble and suck on your pillowy skin.
Then, before you can think any more about the heat and want in between your legs, he’s pulling down your petticoat painfully slow. You bite your lip, you knew where he was headed with this, and you were more than happy to welcome it. His index and middle finger run soft lines around your cunt, massaging the swollen and wet skin around your opening that only got wetter. Your clit begged for attention, but your arms were trapped under the position of the dress skirt, and you didn’t want to risk adjusting it in a way that would make him stop. You would have to patiently wait as he teased and prodded your lips, his free hand rubbing your thigh and occasionally making its way to firmly squeeze your ass cheek. Your breathing was needy and short as he took his time to get to know your core with the tips of his fingers, which were now wet and slick and making the friction smoother.
He then gently places a light kiss on your clit. It’s so soft that you’re only able to feel it because of how sensitive and hungry you are for that type of contact. You slightly finch when his lips touch the nerve, and you’re able to feel him smile against your skin. What you would give to see his face right now…. Then, before you can think any more, he’s licking a flat stripe up from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit where he flicks three times with the tip of his tongue. You gasp at the sensation, and try to suppress a moan. He then take his time to lick each separate lip of your sex, avoiding your actual opening but teasing in such an addictive way that you were willing to be patient for him.
The knight then finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, pulsing with his lips and flicking back and forth quickly with the tip of his tongue. You do moan this time, a broken cry falling off of your needy lips. It was a euphoric feeling unlike anything you’ve experienced before and you loved every moment of it. His arms wrap around your upper thighs, holding you in place around his head as he moves down to lap at your pussy lips. He moans at the taste of you, diving his tongue into your folds and prodding your sensitive clit with his nose.
You whine short and quietly as he does, biting your lip and bucking your hips every now and then as he took care of your sex. He must have gone down on you for close to ten minutes straight, never coming up for fresh air and never stopping the steady pace he had. You aren’t sure how you didn’t cum immediately at the feeling of his plump lips against your clit, but you also aren’t sure how you didn’t blackout from the sheer pleasure of the feeling. It was addictive, and it only got better after he pulled away to spit on your cunt. He spits onto your folds and then brings his fingers up again to start fingering you, sliding in his pointer finger with no resistance and slowly pumping it in and out. His mouth finds its way back to your slit, sucking on it as he fingers you. The sound was filthy, it filled the parlor with wet, obscene noises accompanied by breathy moans and gentle hums. Every time he hummed against your clit, your back arched from the added pleasure. The vibrating of it was pure euphoric, and you knew you were a sopping mess in between your thighs.
His chin was wet from spit and arousal and for one quick moment he pulled his wet mouth away from your core to kiss and rub the juices of your cunt on your thighs. He nibbles a few times on either thigh, marking each with a litter of purple and red hickeys. Before adding a second finger, he pulls his hand out to gently and playfully slap your cunt. He uses his wet hand to tap your core five or six times, each tap getting harder. You moan out at the feeling, and squeeze your legs together against the feeling in a horny attempt to get more pleasure from the moment.
“Huh, would you look at that?” He asks, his voice low and hungry and full of lust. It’s the first thing he’s said in a while, and the indulgence of the oral sex cause you to nearly forget how much you loved his rough voice. “Do you like it when I slap your cunt?” You whine in response. “With your words, Princess.”
“Yes, Sir.” You whine like a bitch. He chuckles and slaps it again, harder this time. You shudder at the feeling and feel your climax coming on. You want to delay it for as long as possible, but your thighs start to shake when he puts his mouth back in you and pushed both his index and middle finger into your opening, pumping and curling and twisting his wrist to make the most wonderful combination of finger-fucking you could of have imagined.
“I’m gonna cum.” You barely get out before your spine is burning and your stomach is flexing as you cum hard and long against his tongue and on his fingers. You cry out in broken, heavenly bliss, and look for something to grasp onto as you hit your high, but you can’t find anything, which leads to your sporadic back arches. You’re panting, and he doesn’t stop kissing against your core while you cum on his tongue. You bite your lip and swear you might make it bleed a little. His grip on your thighs tightens while he pulls you against his mouth, preventing you from pulling away from the addictive exhilaration that is his kiss.
He licks you through the entire orgasm, and then some after. You think you’re being over-stimulated but you never have been before, so you aren’t really sure. Just when you think he’s going to stop, he doesn’t and he just takes his sweet old time lapping against your core and slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. You sharply breath in, your chest heaving against the dress and you desperately want to pull your dress down to see him and breath freshly again. The way he eats you out is so methodical, like he’s done it a thousand times (which wouldn’t necessarily surprise you), like it’s the only thing he’s ever eaten or the sweetest honey to ever grace his lips.
It begins to turn you on again, the pleasure shooting into your spine and down your littered thighs and melting against your clit. You can feel the gentle rub of his fingers against your thighs, stroking your skin as he takes you in. It’s heavenly and is the only thing you can think about. Your thoughts go numb and the only important thing in the entire world is the curly-haired boy at your expense.
You mutter and whisper swears, dirty words that aren’t meant to come out of a princess’ mouth but you can’t help it when you’re seeing white hot behind your eyes. He groans a few times too before his fingers speed back up to the pace they were at before you came the first time. Your dainty hands stroke lightly on your collar-bones as the pleasure fills your soul, licking your lips and trying to hold on for as long as possible before you cum again but you can already feel your second orgasm coming on. He uses a third finger to outline your lips, coating the tip in your slick and then slowly inserting the third and final finger into your cunt, helping you chase that final hit of release. The stretch is amazing, and you were surprised you were able to take it so well. This is when you realized that he’s been training you for something much bigger. The first time he fingered you wasn’t even any penetration, the second time was two fingers, just enough to stretch you that it hurt the right amount, and now this time, three fingers that felt amazing. You remembered the size of his cock, you knew it would be a challenge to take, but he was making sure you would be able to handle it and enjoy it as much as he will.
His focus goes from licking your clit to the fingers inside. He twists his wrist to make the curl and stretch your entrance. He collects the wetness and lets it make the glide and pump smoother. You’re so drenched and needy that the fluid is running out past his fingers and dripping onto the sofa cushion, staining it with your lust. He nips so slightly at your clit and just like that, your whole world comes crashing down. The orgasm is actually mind-numbing this time, and all you can do is moan and sob and claw at your own skin. Your scratch into your shoulders and collar-bone and it’s deliciously painful. Your thighs clamp against his head and he continues to finger you long and hard through the climax, cleaning your folds up as you cum against his tongue and fingers. You’re finally able to catch your breath, painting with droopy, lustful eyes but feeling completely fulfilled. He cleans up all the juices around your entrance, collecting the cum on his tongue and happily swallowing it down like it’s his last meal. You aren’t able to see it, but he then puts his fingers into his mouth, cleaning off the three that were knuckle-deep into your cunt. He groans at the taste, and wipes his mouth before planting one last, gentle kiss to the soft, angelic skin of the mound between your legs. You're so sensitive that the light kiss makes you flinch, and he chuckles at the involuntary reaction.
He puts his helmet back on and then pulls your dress skirt down to see your face. You’re surprised by the light initially, and you blink a few times to adjust to it. Your lungs fill with crisp air and you look at your favorite sight: the helm of the knight you think you’re falling in love with. You can’t stop the smile on your face. He chuckles and then readjusts your dress to cover you up better. He takes such good care of you. You see him freeze when he sees the scratch marks on your skin, and his bare hand softly runs over the red lines, outlining the marks. You blush at him, looking up at his expressionless face with a puppy-love look.
“Everytime I think it can’t get any better, you prove me wrong.” You sigh. Every orgasm has been better than the last.
“Just you wait.” You hear the smirk under the helmet and it causes butterflies to flutter in your tummy. You sigh, still catching your breath and you just take him in, looking up at how he’s propped up above you. He has hands on either side of your head and he’s just a brudding force of metal and sex and good kissing and caring about things that you didn’t even know you needed someone to care about. You probably look like a dork just smiling up at him but you don’t even care and now your hands are free to wrap around his neck and you just wish you could see his face and kiss it all over right now.
Your fingers lock behind his neck and the positioning of his armor and the way his head is bent makes it so you can just barely feel the skin of his neck. You move your index fingers up to look for the curls at the nape of his neck. You think you could sing out when you found the prize: some strands of dark, brown, thick hair hidden under the helmet. You twirl them around your fingers and that action alone is worth a million kisses. The feeling in your heart is second to none and you wished you could stay in this still moment forever.
“Did you mean what you said?” He speaks up in reference to what you told Koska about him.
“Every word of it.” You state, genuinely meaning it as you said it. He did respond but something told you he was smiling under all that armor. He sighs, and then lets his arms go weak so he’s falling onto you. You groan at the surprise and the sheer weight of both his broad body and the heavy armor on top. The air is pushed out of your lungs but at least he’s pressed into you, your hands still toying with his curly hair. You can hear him chuckle, and you wanted to freeze time.
“Someone’s gonna see us if we stay like this.” He mutters as you tilt your head to have it rest on top of his helmet.
“Then let them.”
He doesn’t reply to what you say, and you debate if it was even the right thing to say. When you’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted, it’s hard to grasp the concept that someone may not want the same thing. You’re selfish for not caring about his safety and status in these types of situations. He grunts as he pushes himself back up and stands again, leaving only you on the sofa.
“How’s the arm?”
“It’s fine.” You roll your eyes, you don’t want everyone to worry so much anymore.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You reply more forcefully this time, sitting up on the couch.
“Just making sure.”
“Yeah, yeah…” You sigh, and consider your next words, “I was wondering if I could ask you something.” You sit with your palms flat against the cushion, making aware of the wet spot on the fabric and smirking fondly at it.
“Anything, your Highness.” He nods.
“Well… I wondered if maybe I could teach you how to dance?” You were nervous about what his response may be.
“Oh Stars-“ He chuckles.
“What!?”
“I had a feeling that masquerade might have something to do with me.” He puts his hands on his hips like he’s scolding you but there’s a guilty part of you that you like about it.
“Well it isn’t just about you.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“...no.” He already knew you so well. He chuckles at your response. “So… what’s your answer?”
“Dancing isn't my style…”
“I don’t believe that.” You tilt your head. “Come on, it’s super easy and it would mean a lot to me.” You try convincing. He sighs and considers what you’re offering. “I can give you something in return…” You bite your lip, teasing. He chuckles just once.
“Alright-”
“What!? Really??” You stand up from excitement, you weren’t really expecting him to agree.
“But, only if you let me teach you something in return.” You nod in agreement, your hands coming to fold in your lap. You were expecting him to refer to something sexual, but his words prove you wrong, “I wanna teach you how to fight.”
“What?” Why would you ever need that?” It’s rare for royals to learn such a skill, especially princesses. You understood that it would be valuable, but you weren’t completely sure if you were up to the task.
“Well more than anything, I want to teach you how to defend yourself. So something like Keldabe doesn’t happen again.”
“Okay…” You were tentative to agree.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” You shrug, “If it means I get to dance with you at the ball, I would be more than happy to learn.”
“Great. Let’s start then.” He takes a step back and holds his hand out for you to take.
“What?” You place your palm in his and he pulls you up off the couch, “right now?”
“Yes, c’mere.” You were nervous and honestly your legs were still weak from cumming twice, but you follow him as he begins to talk. “I’ll just teach you a few things and then you can teach me how to dance I guess.”
“Stop being a pill.” You tease.
“Only if you stop, too.” He teases right back at you which leads to a scoff from your lips. He ignores you. “When you're defending yourself, you always wanna protect your face, okay?”
“Protect my face, got it.” You repeat. He holds his arms up in front of his helmet, his hands fisted.
“Mimic my pose.” You roll your eyes but mirror him, holding your arms to guard your face. “See, is that so hard?”
“Shut up.”
“Yes ma’am.” He sarcastically replies. “You can’t do much if you can’t see, so that’s why you gotta protect your face. If you wore a helmet you wouldn’t need to do this.”
“But I would always be wearing a helmet…”
“It’s not so bad.” He shrugs.
“Something tells me that you don’t believe that.” You drop your arms from your face to say that, which was obviously a mistake, because instead of responding to your claim (which was probably right), he's jabbing his arm out towards your face. He’s not close enough to hit you but the quick and unexpected action is enough to startle you back. You lose your balance and fall down on the ground, wincing when you hit the ground and regretting agreeing to this. Your arms wrap into a frustrated position and you frown up at him. You look up at him surprised and a little pissed, and he just starts laughing. “What was that?”
“You let your guard down.” He says between laughs. He does hold his hand out for you to help you back up, and you take it to your own dismay. He hoists you up quickly, and you have to re-establish your balance.
“You are impossible.” You put your arms back over your face, ready to try again.
“You like it.”
“Are you gonna teach me or not?” He wasn't wrong but you figured you’d have to try and beat him at his own game.
“Are you gonna let me?”
“Just go.” You roll your eyes again.
“This will also protect your ribs. Can’t do much if the wind is knocked out of you, either.” He explains. “You also want to stand wide, it’ll help you keep your balance.” He kicks your feet out to be shoulder width which breaks every rule in the book of princess manners. “And prevent… falling on the floor.”
“This isn’t exactly easy to do in a corset, you know.” You argue.
“And dancing won’t be easy in armor but here we are.” He shrugs, and you suppose he’s right. Neither of you are cut out for the tasks at hand. “When fighting someone without armor, you’re gonna want to go for their face, their eyes are vulnerable and you can do real damage on their nose.”
“Okay….” You try to remember what he was saying, making a mental note for any future situations, although you’re still skeptical. “And what about someone with armor on?” You ask, trying not to show the smirk on your face.
“Well the guy in Keldabe did everything right, he found where the weak points of my armor was and attacked them-“
“So here?” You ask before reeling back your arm and swinging it as hard as you can into his shoulder where there was only chain mail. Your fist crashes into the metal, and you immediately regret it. “Shit!” You pull your hand back and look at your bright red knuckles, shaking your hand a few times as you try to brush the shock away.
“...Yeah, right there.” On the bright side, he seemed to be surprised by it enough that he made a little groan from the contact that turned you on way more than it should have. “But now you fucked up your hand.”
“You think?” You place the angry knuckles at your mouth, trying not to be too upset about the pain shooting through your hand.
“Punching chainmail is always gonna hurt, especially if you do it wrong… like that.”
“So how do I do it right!?” You’re determined now. No one has ever put you in your place, you’ve always gotten what you wanted, and you wanted to prove to him that you could do it.
“Why are you so eager to inflict pain on me?” He asks, you can hear the teasing in his tone but you can’t blame him for feeling that way. Perhaps you did come off a little anxious.
“I don’t know… I guess I just want to prove something to you.” You sigh, still pissed off by the pain in your hand. You’re so distracted by it that you hardly notice him walking towards you. His gentle and soft bare hands take your fist away from your mouth. You’re tentative at first, but let him take it in his hand, cupping it in between his and looking down at your red skin. You frown mostly out of frustration, but the pain is unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Princesses aren’t supposed to feel pain.
Before you can blink, he pulls his top hand away and takes it to lift up his helmet just above his lips. The angle makes it so you can’t see any of his face but you understand. He bends down and kisses your knuckles in the same fashion one would when greeting you, but this was so much more intimate. His lips were like satin against your skin and the butterflies in your stomach fly right back. The physical pain didn’t go away, but the anger around it did. Your heart softened and wished he would kiss your lips but he’s already pulling the beskar back over his jaw. You sigh from the gesture, he was so romantic and you don’t even think he’s trying to be. He’s just trying to be kind and patient with you and it’s doing something to your heart that you don’t know if you can handle anymore.
“So… how do you waltz?” He asks, his hand still holding onto yours. You smile and sheepishly look down at your feet. You were unsure of how to begin, but were happy he was willing to learn.
“Okay.” You smile, “Well, you first need to loosen up. Stop being so stiff.” He tilts his head like you’re speaking a foreign language. “Like this.” You press your hands down on his shoulder pauldrons, he tries to rest them but fails and you chuckle just a little. “Roll them back.” You explain and do it yourself, he attempts to follow, and actually is able to relax a little bit more this time. Knights are always so stiff, you think it will be good for him to relax every now and then. “Good, now this hand goes here…” You lift his right hand to rest on your waist and he immediately settles into it, already feeling more comfortable now that he is holding you. You place your left hand on his shoulder, pulling your bodies a little closer together. He wanted your torsos to be flush against one another, “No, we have to keep our distance so we have room to do the steps.” You explain.
“Well that’s no fun.” He sighs. You blush and giggle.
“If we get this done I promise you can hold me as long as you want.” You tilt your head trying to make a fair compromise.
“Fine.” He’ll take it.
“Great, now we hold these hands.” You take his left hand and hold it into yours. “That’s the basic position, I learned it as home position, got it?”
“Home position…?” He repeats.
“Mhm.” You nod, your faces are close and you would give anything to feel his breath against yours. “It’s important that we sort of… ‘glide’ like we bounce as we dance, it will make it prettier.” He was convinced you were always pretty no matter what you tried or did, but we guessed he would comply this time. Your voice goes quiet and soft, the mood immediately changing from teasing to harmonious. “And your feet… okay this is sort of complicated but your left foot will go forward as my right goes back-“ You keep looking down at the floor as you try to explain the steps but his gaze is on your face, hardly listening to what you're saying and only being engulfed in your face and the way you talked about doing something you loved. You were so beautiful and you didn’t even know it.
You must have been talking for a while without really listening to yourself because he was slowly pulling you into his torso and closing the space without you really noticing that you were inches closer than you were before. “-and then your left foot will slide to meet your right foot-“ the last word fades out as you slowly look back up to his face which was now up close to yours, your bodies pressed together and both of his hands on your hips, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your back. Your heart skips a beat and you forget how to breathe as you look up at him and it just felt… right.
Your hands lift from his pauldron to his helmet and you want to take it off so badly. You knew it was too fast still, and he would remove his helmet for you when he felt like he could. At least that’s what you hoped for. It should be his decision, no one else’s. But your hands are grazing the bottom of the beskar and everything feels so right. He’s so still and his breath is quiet and for just a moment you think he might let you and then-
The door knob is turning slowly and both of you are splitting away all too fast, trying to make enough space between the two of you so it didn’t look suspicious. You both scramble, trying to put yourselves back together. The still and perfect moment was entirely gone when Prince Korkie opened up the door into the parlor. You tried not to look too shocked when his stupid perfect hair and young face looked on you. The knight held his hands behind his back to hide the fact that they were bare and side-eyed the gloves on the sofa that laid by the wet stain on the cushion. He silently prayed that the Prince wouldn’t notice them.
“Ah, princess I was wondering where you were.” He looked between the two of you. He didn’t seem too suspicious, thank the stars.
“Korkie! What are you doing?” You awkwardly laugh. Your hands fold at waist level, and you fix your posture.
“Did… I walk in on something?” He asks and your whole body goes numb. You swallow and try not to pass out. The truth is yes, he did walk in on something very important to you, but here we are.
“Oh! No, we were just…” You search around the room looking for something to take the attention away from you and the knight, “Admiring the beautiful dress the Elves gave me!” You walk to the heavy, iridescent gown on the clean sofa, picking it up to show him. You smile desperately, hoping that would be enough.
“Ah yes! It is beautiful, isn’t it?” He nods, smiling. You sigh of relief when he falls for the bait. You set the dress back down.
“Can I do anything for you?” You ask,a king sure there was no attention on the knight being you.
“I… just wanted to spend a bit of time with you. My aunt informed me of the changes to the Ball. What a wonderful idea!”
“Why thank you.” You smile, taking a few steps towards him in a hopeless attempt to not seem so suspicious.
“Yes! I had just received the RSVPS from a number of the guests. Your parents, the twins of Naboo, the senator of Alderaan and Princess of Chandrila and I’m pleased to say that we’ve found no suspicion of any attack from Coruscant!” Stars, he talks a lot. You aren’t sure how he can have any more breath to talk. You were starting to decide that you liked the boys who were more reserved.
Well… one boy.
“Oh… Um, of course. That’s great news.” You nod and finish your walk towards him, suddenly hyper-aware of the fading scratches on your collar bone.
“Come with me, we should review the letters together.” You look back at the knight apologetically before walking into the hallway with the Prince. This isn’t exactly how you hoped your afternoon would go...
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Chapter 16: Run Away
WARNING: Rape in this chapter a little after the time skip towards the end.
That night, I told Tamlin and Rhys that I’d be in the library reading. That I needed to distract my mind from everything that’s been going on. They seemed to understand, as my drastic change from being a human to this would overwhelm anyone.
While they were talking with Lucien, I planned my escape. I knew that they had spies all around the courts, waiting for the valuable subjects of the high lords to no doubt surrender themselves for the greater good.
I snuck out from the library, through the window that led to the balcony. There was an ivy bush below, and it would—I hoped it would, cushion my 10 foot fall.
I had to be quiet, as I knew faery ears would hear if I made too much of a sound. And so, I swung my leg over the marble balcony, and right down I plummeted into the ivy. It didn’t cushion me as much as I thought it would, I learned. Especially because there was a rock in the tangle of leaves that scraped up my foot. It hurt, but my adrenaline was high. I ignored the throbbing as I began running.
I ran straight into the wood, the thickest part that once I breached would hide me from even faery eyes. Prythian was a scary place to be in at night, Rhys and Tamlin had told me before. I attested to that, as I felt eyes on me. Not eyes of prey, but of predator. I tried to ignore the yellow eyes I saw reflecting back at me in the moonlight as I swiftly kept up my pace.
I heard a branch snap, darting my eyes to the sound. It was a beast, a wolf to be exact. It’s glowing eyes had nothing but malice in them as it paused. I tried to back away slowly, but tripped on a tangle of weeds. The wolf transformed, turning into a man. No, a faery male. He had jet black hair that was cut to his shoulders, and yellow eyes just like the wolf.
“What is the high lord of the night and spring courts little thing doing in these big bad woods?” He smiled like a cat, his white teeth gleaming.
“I-I had to…” I stammered, confused as to if this male was part of the rogue soldier of Hybern’s malevolent plan.
“Ah, of course you did. How noble.” He lunged toward me, grabbing my wrist as he winnowed us to a place I’d never been. I could have sworn I heard a beast roar, and the high lord of the night court scream for me.
I was thrown on a dirt floor, the male that had taken me now gone. When I looked up, several sets of eyes were on me. All were males, most high and few lesser fae from the looks. They cleared a path as black leather boots, shined and polished, came up to me.
“You must be Alanna.” I looked at the male, but not at his eyes. I didn’t have to in order to know who it was. It was that same rogue soldier that crashed through Tamlin’s window, threatening us all before. He got down on a knee, gripping my chin harshly, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Did your high lords not teach you to look others in the eyes when you’re being spoken to?” He gripped tighter. “Answer me, my little whore.” I shook in fear at his words. At that word.
“Please. Please don’t hurt me. You said you wouldn’t if—“ He slapped me across the face with a bruising intensity. I yelped, my hand going up to soothe the sting.
“I do what I want. Trust me.” He stood. “Had I had to go get you myself, your fate would be far more unpleasant than what it’s going to be now.” I didn’t want to know what he meant. I didn’t want to know what plans he had for me.
He gripped me by the collar of my dress, dragging me through the dirt. My hurt leg stung as the dirt got in it. The other faery males laughed and joked as I was drug along.
“Quiet! You’re scaring the poor girl.” The rogue soldier joked, throwing his head back and roaring with laughter. He sat down on a large, metal throne, leaving me at his feet. He looked down at me with a smirk. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t an attractive male, with his sharp jaw and lean yet toned muscles.
“Get on all fours.” He instructed, with a sharp edge behind his words. I halted, staring back at him with tears in my eyes. What was he going to do? I panicked.
“Don’t make me have to repeat myself.” He warned, motioning for me to do what he asked. Reluctantly, I got on my four shaky limbs. I awaited something awful, but what he did was nothing short of humiliating. He put his feet on top of me. As if I were a useless ottoman. Tears fell down onto the dirt as the laughter from the men faded into nothing. This is what I did. This is what I had to do. I just hoped that my suffering wouldn’t last long, and somehow I’d luck out.
My mates faces flashes in my mind. They were undoubtedly worried out of their minds, trying to conceive a plan to get me out of the mess that I willingly put myself in.
The males legs were heavy. My back and limbs ached, struggling to stay up.
“Having a hard time, pet?” I heard him ask from above me.
“P-please. I can’t…” I mumbled, my voice shaky and tired. To my relief, his legs were off of me, but I was instead yanked up on my feet. He held my hair roughly in his grasp.
“Strip.” He commanded. My eyes widened. Strip?! In front of all of these males that—I couldn’t. I couldn’t possibly—
Before I could think anymore, a blade tore my dress right down the middle, from collar to hem. It fell off of me, exposing my thin, lacy white undergarments. Naturally, I covered my breasts, my cheeks burning red with shame.
“Dance.” He instructed, but not before turning me around and slapping my backside with such force it made me stumble forwards.
“B-but there’s no music.” I tried to reason.
“Did I say dance to music?” He met my gaze. That was lust in his eyes. Pure, malevolent, cruel lust. He looked at me as if to say ‘I dare you to refuse.’
And so, I began swaying my hips, twirling as tears ran down my cheeks. My sobs became my music, and the males around me made disgusting comments, watching my every move.
“I’ll fuck her soon enough.”
“We should gang her and then bash her head in.”
The slurs of speech made me zone out into a world of hate, and I was made to dance until I collapsed.
The last thing I remember was being carried and dumped into a cell, laid atop a straw bed.
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I didn’t know how long I slept, but I didn’t dream. It was an utter blackout, my body needed it.
I was waken up by someone splashing my face with cold water. I wiped it from my face with my dirty hands and looked at the individual who’d done that with a dangerous glare.
I quickly softened my look when I saw that it was the rogue soldier. What the hell was his name? I hated referring to people with things other than their name.
“Rise and shine, my pet.” He tossed the end of what looked to be old soda bread into my cell, landing on the dirt floor. “Eat up, or you’ll regret it later.” He walked off, that cocky smirk still plastered on his stupidly attractive face.
I ripped the bread, chewing it up and swallowing it as fast as I could, trying to ignore the old taste and texture. No water, except what had been dumped on me. How thoughtful.
I laid in my cell, thinking about my mates. Thinking about them fucking me, then treating me like a queen bathing me and coddling me to sleep. I missed them…and it had only been less than a whole day. My ramblings came to a halt as the rogue soldier was back in front of my cell, unlocking it.
He strode in, his tall stature aiding him. He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder as he walked off with me to gods knows where. I held on to his back tightly, in fear that he would throw me down harshly.
And he did throw me. Except, not onto the floor, but onto a bed. I knew from the looks of the chambers that they were his. Weapons scattered the tents walls, the bedding not as lavish as a high lords, but still quality. I scrambled, hugging me knees to my chest. I was, after all, still nude from when he’d torn my dress in half.
“This is the part where you learn how to be my pet for the rest of your miserable life.” He grabbed my throat tightly, squeezing it as he lowered me down.
To my horror, he crawled in between my legs and began unbuttoning his trousers, his hard member springing out. No-no this could not be happening…this couldn’t—
Without warning, he plunged himself inside of me, no arousal to lube him. The pain was unbearable, like I was being torn in half, the friction burning my walls.
“Stop! Stop! Please—“ He put his fingers in my mouth, down my throat, silencing me of coherent words.
He proceeded to rape me for what felt like hours, as I laid in misery. At least when I ran from my village and those other men had used me, I was knocked out from hitting my head. This…this was horrifying. And I was awake for all of it.
I didn’t know why Tamlin or Rhys couldn’t reach me down our mating bond, but they couldn’t. It was as if a powerful spell had been placed on me, preventing it. So, I prayed. Prayed to the old gods, to the cauldron and mother like the fae, to anyone who would listen.
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The Paths We Take
Pairing: Fairy King!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of stalking.
Words: 2789.
Summary: As your little sister has been kidnapped by the fair folk, you have to set her free, exchanging your life for hers.
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"Remember, you shall not give him your name." The old woman told you, putting a little iron coin into your mouth. "Wait for him to give you his word. Unless he does, neither you nor your sister are safe."
You bowed your head to her, thankful for all her advices that could save your life - this woman was the only one to escape faerie ring and stay alive. She was a young girl when she got lost and returned when her hair turned grey, her skin wrinkled. Her scarred face warned the ones wandering the woods from going too far to the north.
"Do not be afraid." She said gently, caressing your cheek wet from tears with her rough, work-weary hand. "Your sister is still alive. Do everything right, and you will set her free."
You nodded and lifted a heavy basket filled with jugs and jars with wine, honey and butter, your offering to the wee folk to pass safely. If not your stupid, uncaring sister, you would never have to set your foot so far into the forest. But with no one to seek protection from, you had to go there yourself.
If only your sister didn't spend her days dancing in the woods despite all your warnings. You admitted you didn't raise her well, yet with no one by your side you spent all your time trying to provide for the both of you - life in this little village surrounded by woods had never been an easy one, especially for orphans.
As she had never listened to your pleas, no wonder one day your sister didn't return. The villagers had immediately gathered to start the search, but the only thing they found was a piece of your sister's dress hanging on a bush right near the faerie ring. Everyone knew then what had happened to her, and no one was ready to risk their life to save a silly young girl who didn't know better but enter the realm of the fair folk. People were helpless against the faeries, and many of the villagers had lost their loved ones to them. You could still find human bones if you went too far into the woods.
The basket was heavy, and you exhaled loudly as you set your foot outside of the elderly woman's hut, looking at the dark gigantic trees far away with worry. The woman told you that you wouldn't return - you would ask the fairies to take you away instead of your poor little sister.
"Wait, Y/N!" You heard someone's voice and turned around to see another woman, her hair all grey too despite her age - she was the one who had lost her only daugther to the wee folk a few years back. Since then she had aged faster than any other woman in the village. "I... I have something to help you!"
You blinked when she got close to you and reached out to your face, a little bottle in her hand. You closed her eyes as she rubbed a strange smelling salve into your eyelid, covering your eye with something that made you feel like someone poured a bucket of cold water over your head. Inhaling deeply, you opened your eyes and realized one eye was seeing much better than the other. The objects became sharper, the colors more bright as you stared in the woman's face with confusion. What was that?
"This is what one witch gave me when I was looking for my daughter." She whispered quietly as if she was afraid the Fae would hear her. "Now they won't fool you with their glamor. But don't show them you can see everything!"
"I won't." You assured the woman quickly and squeezed her shoulder gratefully. "God bless you for your kindness."
She nodded and hurried away, hiding the bottle inside her long worn out dress and never looking back at you. You knew she was scared. No one dared to come with you to the faerie ring, afraid to be tacken away by the creatures they feared and detested. Yet you were grateful to the woman - she knew how much it hurt to lose your beloved ones to the fair folk.
Turning to the woods, you licked the iron coin in your mouth and pushed it to the side, pouching it in your cheek. It didn't feel pleasant, but it was the least of your worries now as you went closer and closer to the gloomy forest, thinking of all the dangers it hid. Why did you sister go there? Why didn't she dance somewhere on the meadow, basking in the sun? What made her forget all the warnings every child was given?
Biting your cheek, you stepped inside the forest and clenched your fists, following the path an elderly woman had showed you. You stopped near the huge stump, taking a few pieces of fresh bread out of your basket and placing them on an improvised wooden altar for little forest sprites as an offering. Although you didn't need them to guide you, you asked them not to play with your path, twisting it such way you might end in the village again instead of the faerie ring. Losing their favor was not wise.
As you moved further, you sensed yourself speeding up despite feeling lightweight as if you were a little feather carried by the wind. For a moment you felt frightened, but then realized the sprites took a liking to the offering you brought them and helped you on your way. Did they know why you were coming so far into the woods? Maybe they did.
The further you moved, the more nervous you became, afraid to put your head up and look upon your surroundings - you saw elderflower glowing on your left and averted your eyes immediately, afraid to be charmed before you reached your destination. Then a few blue sparkles lit up the trees to your right, and you hurried further into the woods, wiping away your tears. You could make it. You could save your sister despite fairies' attempts to charm or scare you away.
Soon you moved to the left, leaving the path, and saw the ring formed by those little white mushrooms. It looked odd as the ring was the perfect round shape as if someone purposely made it.
Sighing heavily, you had doused your lantern and set it on the grass. Dear God, you were truly doing it. Licking the iron coin in your mouth, you pressed your lips into a thin line and stepped inside the ring, closing your eyes for a second. The moment you were past the line of mushrooms, your senses were clouded, your head light, your body almost flowing in the air - you could feel you entered the other realm as the forest lit up around you, and you heard the laugh and charming voices.
When you opened your eyes, you saw a great fire and many strange-looking creatures circling it. They danced, screamed, laughed and cried as they sat together, certainly celebrating something, and you stared at them in awe, blinking and unable to move. Your left eye showed you graceful fairies with their long curly hair laying on their shoulders, their faces strikingly beautiful, their bodies glowing warmly as they sat close to the fire. But your right eye, the one covered with that salve... it showed you ugly, revolting creatures with their fingers crooked, their faces dry and wrinkled, tree branches piercing their backs, their silky clothes being just some dirty rags. Not all the fairies looked distgusting, but many, many of them did. You almost flinched when they looked at you, standing in the ring with your large basket full of food and wine.
You didn't see the man sitting on what appeared to be a throne on the other side of the cirle, hid by the flames of the fire, but once he rose to his feet everyone fell silent. He was tall, well-built, looking stronger than any man in the village, his dress made out of pure golden threads. Certainly, his glamor spell was way stronger than the charmed salve made by the witch as both your eyes showed only one of his forms, unlike the other fairies.
He was the fae's lord, you realized as you bowed deeply, refusing to look him into his deep blue eyes. You didn't even see his face clearly as you stared at your own shoes, clenching the basket.
"What a lovely human I see." The man said, and you heard the wee folk chuckling at his words, whispering something to each other. "Will you give me your name, little one?"
You gulped and froze on the spot. You knew well you should never respond to the fae's question with your name as you would simply hand them the power over you with it, "giving" yourself to them. But staying silent was considered rude, nonetheless.
"Forgive me, lord fae, for I cannot. But I can tell you it is Acantha."
A thorn. It wasn't your true name, of course, as even saying, not giving it to the fair folk was dangerous and unwise. The lord fae knew it well, of course, and narrowed his eyes at you, smiling.
"My name is Steven, little one. I am the King of the Fae, and this forest belongs to me just like the meadows, fields, rivers, and lakes." Though he was smiling, it didn't reach his eyes - you didn't realize you weren't bowing to him anymore and stared at his pale face, glowing in the dark. "Why did you come here, little one? What are you searching for?"
As you heard nasty cackling to your right, you clenched your teeth, realizing these very creatures had trapped your poor sister for their fun. Now you saw many of them drinking not only ambrosia and wine, but also a dark red liquid that looked like blood.
Murderers. Ugly beasts banished by God himself to all the darkest places, unworthy of sunlight. Did they claim they owned the meadows and rivers and lakes? No, the villagers did. And they would drive out and kill all the fair folk with iron knives and pitchforks who would dare to come out the woods. The forest was the only place humans were afraid to enter.
Gritting your teeth, you bowed your head again and gently set the basket in front of the fairy's circle, taking a step away. You had to keep calm. You needed to get your sister out.
"I am searching for my sister, fae lord. She's a silly little thing, and I'm afraid she took the wrong path in the forest, disturbing your kind folk with her dancing." You said, choosing your words wisely and not looking at anyone, savouring the taste of iron in your mouth. The coin was muffling your words, but no fairy had sensed anything yet. "I came to plead you for help, fae lord. Please, bring her to me, let her come back to the realm she belongs to safely, and I will give you whatever you would like me to."
You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut. You said it. You just exchanged your life with hers. If he took your word, you would be trapped here, in this cursed place belonging to The Unseelie Court.
The King looked content with you being so courteous, your offering very generous for a simple village girl, indeed. He motioned to two forest sprites to bring your basket to him and pulled a jug filled with the finest wine you could find, setting it near his thrones while handing the basket to others. As they flew to it, ripping it apart and claiming whatever they could reach, you bit down on your tongue, feeling utterly disgusted. All of them deserved a pair of shoes made from branding iron.
"You have good manners, little one." The King smiled at you, and the next moment he wasn't standing near his throne made from gold and decorated with gemstones shining in the dark, but cupping your chin as he stared down at you, his warm breath tickling your skin. "You brought a nice offering. I will give your sister back to you, and sprites will escourt her to your people. I give you my word."
Your eyes went wide. He said exactly what you wanted him to, and it only took you an offering and a plea. How was it possible? You knew well how cunning, haughty, and treacherous the wee folk could be. But the King himself gave you his word. It was an oath the fae couldn't break.
Before you could bow your head again and express your gratitude, however, the King had suddenly put his warm palms on your shoulders and turned you around, forcing you to stare at the procession, several fairies leading your still dancing sister to the fire. You could see her feet bleeding, but she had that strange little smile stretching his lips and enlightening his eyes as she kept moving, laughing and throwing her hands into the air. Her clothes were dirty, her hair disheveled, yet she didn't see it, caring about nothing but dancing.
You realized you were crying only when the King gently wiped your cheek with his palm.
"Set her free once she steps out the ring." He said as fairies lured her to that little circle of mushrooms. "Bring her home safely and make her forget all that she saw. Do not ever let her come back."
You tried to make a step towards her, take her into your embrace, kiss her cheeks, whisper her to never set her foot into the forest again, and ask her to promise she would take care of herself, but the King still had his hands on your shoulders, and his grip was becoming tighter and tighter, forcing you to stay still despite all your attempts to run to her. He wouldn't let you tell goodbye to your own sister. You were made to watch as she was taken away from you, and your eyes were full with tears again. Dear Lord, why? Why didn't he let you approach her for a mere minute? You wanted to scream and cry, but realized you couldn't open your mouth. The Fae King had charmed you.
Once your sister disappeared inside the faerie ring, you had collapsed to the ground, your fingers buried into your hair, pulling at the roots in despair. You would never see that little girl again. Cruel laugh of the fairies surrounding you made you face wet from all the humiliation and pain.
"Shhh." You heard the Fae King speaking as he got down to you and caressed your hair gently. "It will be alright. She will live her life like all humans do, and you will stay here and forget all your sorrows."
You cried harder at his words, and an iron coin the elderly woman gave you slipped on your tongue. The King had immediately reached out to your face and opened his hand, looking at you patiently. Now he knew you carried a coin in your mouth.
Pausing for a moment, you realized it was meaningless: it was over now. You were in the hands of the wee folk, and no one would come to save you. You submitted, dropping a coin to the fae lord's hand - he hissed as it burnt his skin, but once he clenched his huge fist the coin disappeared as if you had never brought it in your mouth.
"See? It's easy, little one." The fairy murmured, dropping a kiss to the top of your head and making you turn your face up as he wiped the remains of the salve from your eyelid - he saw it, too. In the next moment the darkness became light, and ugly creatures surrounding you turned into the most beautiful beings you had ever seen. "You will forget. Don't you know you were born under the Milk Moon, little one? You shouldn't live the life full of hardships as a peasants' daughter. You deserve to be happy in my lands."
With me, you could hear his whisper inside your head.
He didn't tell you he had been watching you gathering herbs and berries in his forest close to the village for years. He didn't tell you he lured your sister into the faerie ring, knowing you would follow and try to save her, ready to trade your own life for hers.
You didn't tell him you kept an iron nail in the pocket of your dress, prepared to fight for your life till the very end. You weren't born to become a little doll of the Fairy King, and you were ready to prove it.
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