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I wanna snuggle with a sweet girl 🥺🥺💖
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apollo-cackling · 9 months
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[1] this whole thing is inside a fragment of a shattered magic realm that has massive flooding
[2] an elder god and a bone mage that can turn into a fox + a guy who dreams really hard
[3] she then gives birth to a child to contain those three souls
[4] best swordsman of an undead empire who has lived and trained for a few hundred thousand years
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okkennymay · 1 year
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It’s almost like a curse at this point and there’s about an 80% chance I’ll be sick tomorrow after posting tonight buT GOSH DARN IT I AIN’T GONNA LET IT STOP ME, NOT ANYMORE, ESPECIALLY NOT WITH SUCH KINDNESS THROWN MY WAY TIME AND TIME AGAIN YAH’LL ARE THE BEST [ chokes back sob ] (❤´艸`❤) 
To experience such a warmth in my heart is what keeps me coming back time and time again, no matter how my body punishes me for it 💖 I don’t know what I've done to deserve such wonderful people as all of you, but your patience with me as I fight my fate is something that continues to give me strength 💖
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smolstarthief · 2 years
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(tw: alcohol mention)
And on this episode of stuff that went over my head because it was mostly done for comedy but then I remember it and the whole arc/backstory and go: Ohhh... Oh.
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Yeah... I always felt like/HC that he had a drinking habit but I completely forgot they subtly mentioned/confirmed that in-game which is an ouch moment because it was mostly used in a comedic scene. Atlus can be weird with comedy and hindsight sometimes 'cause now I feel bad for laughing. >_<
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raine-drop-talks · 1 year
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sick and dying might aswell redesign my oc’s
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griffinsmith · 2 years
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i love looking back on posts i made on this blog bc girl i dont remember making any of them. but me from december 2020 knew what was up abt jackall
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quichedborad · 5 months
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me: frothin ath the mouth &/or cunt to show these creatures pacrim bc they've never seen (!!!)
said creatures: fall asleep 😨
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what-when-why · 1 year
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why is it that every time i'm on my period i have to do stuff on the days i'm in pain but i have nothing to do when i'm not in pain?
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battydora · 10 months
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"DISOBEY"
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CHARACTERS: hantengu clones, demon reader
CONTENT: nsfw, dubcon, noncon, minors dni!!, gn reader (afab), reader is upper 1, reader forces the clones apart and makes them sumbit to their pleasure, power dynamics, strong dominant/submissive dynamics, power abuse, threats, sexual frustration, graphic descriptions of blood and mutilation, fivesome, angry sex, stress relief sex, cunnilingus, breast play, bruises, hate sex, small plot, slight vouyerism, restrictions, teasing, praise/praise kink (a tiny bit), reader's a demon whose emotions are intense and usually overwhelming (specially anger), so any intense and/or positive emotions can counter the effects negative emotions have on them, sexual stimulation being the example today, reader is referred as "they", "ma'am", "mistress" & "my/our lady", barely proof read
A/N: hey demon slayer fandom how we feelin bout s3......... you know the drill, these fuckers are hot and i'm here to please the disgusting person i am. MINORS DNI!! I'M SERIOUS, I WILL BLOCK YOU.
DISCLAIMER: this is a dubcon/noncon fanfiction (the first one I ever made), please take in consideration I'm against non-consensual practices and I DO NOT promote them by any matters, I'm choosing this gender merely for the fact that hantengu such as the reader are demons and as we know so far, demons' interactions with eachother are ruthful and cruel, senseless in average human intercourse since they feel and act differently the way humans do, I could've done this any other way but I chose to stick to kimetsu no yaiba's logic. self-contradictory but just stick around with reader being upper one and gyutaro still being the sixth, i was lazy to make it sense.
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it certainly was shocking news for the upper moons to find out the sixth was slayed by the demon slayer corps. otherwise there wouldn't be any other logical reason for the demon king to summon all of the, remaining, upper moons, in the infinity castle. including yourself, upper one.
akaza was asking about you but he didn't know you were already there, listening to all the rambling he and the rest of the upper moons were having seconds ago. however, you voice didn't make an appearance until the biwa lady made clear you were present from the very first second, akaza's eyes widening with awe and concern. gyokko remained in place silent and hantengu whimpering terrified at your mere presence, like he usually did. kokushibo looked up, you were in a building nearby, your demonic figure sitting upside down on the ceiling, your hands sitting modishly on top of eachother, waiting patienly for your king.
"i arrived way before any of you did."
"oh (y/n)-sama, you've been here all the time... aren't you pleased to find yourself meeting with me after so many years? ah, you're stunning today, i bet you've becoming much stronger these past decades." douma's carefree voice reached everyone's ears, touching a nerve inside akaza, his bad mood being worsened by the women eater demon.
"douma" your mysterious and harassing voice called upper 3's name, sending a raw shiver down the latter's back, gyokko and hantengu trembled at your mere voice, which sounded horrifying "give up your brattish behaviour" your shiny and dangerous eyes glare at him across the castle, threatening "know your place." another quivering and breathtaking shiver hitting his senses cruely.
you weren't entirely in the mood to deal with these bastards, you always found yourself hating each one of your demon associates, an inmense desire of finishing each and every one of them was what kept your mind daydreaming about, the mere idea was something that made your body tremble with excitement and unwanted sexual arousal but it was always an impediment to know that you had muzan kibutsuji's evil eyes fixed on your back and that he could make you dissapear within a blink if you did anything against his experiments. so you remained in line, interacting with them whenever you had to.
the meeting was as shitty as you were expecting, muzan scolded every single one of you and left you more angered than you would've wanted, this anger that kept building inside of you made your body tense, your eyebrows were frowning as your body temperature continued to raise in anger. once muzan leaves, you look around the room, your eyes landing on hantengu, the poor demon was trembling in a corner, he felt your harassing gaze towards him and looked at you, who was suddenly standing infront of him. your black hand reached his clothes and he cried out the moment you picked him up. "you're coming with me, you have a task to complete before fulfilling the king's desires."
and out of the blue, your figures dissapeared from the castle. you had taken the small demon to the forest, no one around, only a river running a few meters from you. hantengu was crying and mumbling nonsense, fearing at the look in your face that was... certainly frightening, your eyebrows frowning, your eyes wide open, your teeth clenching in pure fury and drops of saliva falling off your lips. your hands held his body and your sharp nails digged into the head and body of the old looking demon, blood spreading on your fingers as you pulled both ends to behead upper 5, tearing his skin apart and violently ripping his head off. he grunted and yelled in pain, his body splitting apart entirely to your inhumane strength as a pool of blood spread on the ground beneath you. you let his head and body fall to the floor as you watched each part regenerate into two separate demons: sekido and karaku. you walk to sekido who was staring at you entirely upset at your behaviour, you gripped his clothes and pulled him towards you returning the same angered expression.
"how are you allowed to do this, upper one?" you raised both of your brows to his words, furious at his statement.
"you are not in position to scold me, do not." you stated before gripping his hair and fiercely rip off his head, letting his other clones show up: aizetsu and urogi.
"how come i never seen our upper one this upset? this is kind of exciting" karaku spoke this time, standing up from the ground and walking towards you "have anything special in store for us tonight, mistress?~" his voice was charming and intrigued, a wide grin taking over his face as he licked his upper lip, showing the black kanji tattooed on his tongue.
"it saddens me to be the ones to deal with (y/n)-sama's anger... hantengu ran away to hide in the woods already..." aizetsu joins the conversation, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
"how can you be sad about this? sekido is being scolded by our lady" urogi chuckled out a laugh but their focus returned to you once again, you seemed upset.
"everything just makes me so angry... the demon slayers, douma, akaza, all of the upper moons... our demon lord... you all just find a way to GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES!" you began to rant, your body itching at the intense frustration and fury growing inside of you each second, you fell to your knees consumed by rage, teeth clenching hard enough to seem like they were about to shatter "please me, hantengu, make your stupid blood demon art useful and cease these intense emotions inside me" further on, you started undressing, your hands helping you body to get rid of the kimono that was denying your skin the ecstasy of being naked. all the clones looked closely, frozen in their places.
once all your clothes were scattered on the floor, you lifted your gaze to meet theirs, you were infuriated, they could tell. so the first one to react to your angered gaze was aizetsu, as a natural reaction towards threat and probably for being used to sekido's mistreatment towards him, whose anger paired yours in that moment. the sorrow demon let his spear fall to the ground and walked carefully towards you, afraid of disobedience. he knelt infront of your exposed figure and kissed your lips, cupping your cheeks while doing so. the kiss was well welcomed, you kissed the blue demon fervishly and hungrily.
then karaku followed, sitting beside you and hugging your torso, pulling you closer to kiss your neck with intensity. you opened your eyes in middle of the kissing and stared at sekido and urogi, who were standing there, urogi looking at the other two clones get their way with your body, a senseless excitement hitting his body at the view, making his wings quiver. and as for sekido, he was clenching his fists, his jaw almost hurting out of fury, how dared you use his clones to please yourself? were they some kind of toy to you?
you frowned at them, your left hand made its way to aizetsu's crotch, squeezing his clothed cock which lead him to break the kiss to let out a soft whimper, breathing heavily and closing his eyes. your right hand did the same to karaku's, making him grunt into your neck.
"m-my lady..." "oh, that's...oh~" their voices cried out holding onto your body as you massaged the areas for a little while. aizetsu mumbled nonsense into your left ear, pressing his body against your own seeking closeness and karaku making sure to do the same on your right side moaning softly, licking and biting your earlobe, both of them entirely poisoned by your touch.
"why are you just standing there? i gave you an order" you demanded once again, it infuriated you to see sekido so so upset with you, your body filled with rage and excitement hoping your provocations were enough for them to fucking move. urogi gulped, hesitant, before walking towards the three of you, placing himself behind you, arms wrapping your torso and animal-like hands cupping both of your breasts, squeezing and massaging lively, stealing a grunt from you instantly.
sekido's mouth was half open, astonished at the view of you having complete control of each one of them. the grip on his weapon tightened, unsure of what to do now, he wished he could fight you but he knew quite well you would destroy him within a second, he just wishes to... agh! he just wished you would just vanish, you arrogant piece of-!
"sekido" his raging thoughts about you were cut off when you called his name, your tone of voice switched instantly, it was deep and threatening, you could just let him stand there and take a great look at what you were doing to his counterparts but you wished to have him doing something so much better, you wanted him, you wanted him to pleasure you, to watch his face clench into annoyance and anger because of you. your hands made their way to aizetsu's hips and moved him aside, letting him sit beside you so you could open your legs widely, karaku and aizetsu couldn't help but stare down at your soaked cunt, its scent captivated the three demons around you and karaku's such as aizetsu's hand tried to reach it to please you in their own ways but your own stopped them, with a serious expression and your eyes never meeting theirs, the latter only fixated on sekido.
"no, let sekido take care of that, maybe it'll hit some sense into him before he ever thinks of disobeying me again."
the three of them looked at him and was aizetsu the one to speak, for someone who was often saddened everytime sekido spoke and scolded him, this was impressive and sort of satisfying "sekido please... you know what they can do..."
clearly upset, your statement made the anger demon throw his weapon to his side with rage a few seconds later.
he walked to you, aizetsu and karaku doing you the favor of holding your legs wide open for you, the red eyed knelt infront of your body, taking a good look at your wet cunt, pausing for a moment as he contemplated you. he looked up again, his eyes meeting yours, unsure of what to do next.
"put that blabbering mouth of yours to good use" you commanded, your bright eyes staring directly into his before he got his body to fully lay on the ground, face inches away from your slit, he purposefully digged his nails into the skin of your thighs, tiny drops of blood painting his fingers.
"yes, ma'am" every drop of anger was poured into that "ma'am" of his as he broke the distance between his lips and yours, his tattooed tongue licked from the bottom to the top in a slow motion, sending a shiver through your abdomen, you moaned out loud and grinned the second his tongue landed on your clit.
you felt urogi's cock twitch against your back, you threw your head back to land on his shoulder, looking at his yellow eyes with a serious gaze. "are you hard already, urogi?" at your words, the joy demon gulped and nodded "yes, my lady..." his voice is sweet and a bit shy, you smirked at his response and tilted your head.
"should your upper one do something to fix that?" the seduction on your voice did not help urogi to keep his composure at all "please... please do" his pleading voice was music to your ears, it almost made you feel sorry for him, you only chuckle before giving a response.
"i'll treat you if you continue touching me. does that sound fair?~" excitement quickly filled his orange eyes "yes, my lady" as his hands continued to massage your chest and his mouth reached the back of your neck, biting and sucking passionately. karaku and aizetsu exchanged glares interested in your words, would they get a treat too if they please you? they couldn't take chances so they continued to kiss and squeeze your body, arousal growing bigger inside them each second more.
it was karaku who, holding your right leg open, started grinding against you, slight pants leaving his mouth as he was trying to satisfy himself somehow, the whole situation got him excited and needy for some touch, he almost couldn't hold himself back. you noticed his motion right ahead and stopped him. "you're not allowed to do that, karaku" his eyes widened and he gulped "but mistress..." he pleads but takes his words back the second you glare at him, intimidating "how... how can i earn my release, mistress?"
you chuckle at his question, an evil grin showing up.
"huh? earn it? that's the deal, karaku, you don't- hah~" a broken moan escapes your lips, sekido's tongue made sure to hit your sweet spot just in time "oh sekido, you're hitting it just right~ keep going~" you praise, the anger demon didn't want to admit that you calling his name like that actually made his stomach flutter. how could he find this exciting? how do your praises make him so eager to fulfill your request? his anger was being condescending.
karaku frowns, a grimace expressing his need to do something about the tent of his pants, but how can he disobey you? he wanted to be selfish, but urogi and sekido being praised and paid for what they're doing, made him feel jealous, he has been good from the beggining, didn't he deserve a prize too? an urge to compete against his counterparts rushed through his body, maybe like that he could get your attention. but he couldn't do much from there, urogi was working on your chest and sekido had the best part... it all feels unfair for him, he had to try another ways, so he leaned in and kissed you passionately, hoping your attention was drawn at him. the kiss caught you offguard but you decide to play along with his idea, you smiled inbetween the kiss, noticing what he was doing.
aizetsu in the other hand, was kissing your neck and leaving gentle marks along it, listening to what you were saying to karaku. however, when the green eyed kissed you, aizetsu felt left a little behind, he felt your touch fading away each second karaku spent kissing you, he didn't want that, it saddened him to not being touched and payed attention at by you, he needed you too. he took karaku's actions as a provocation, a threat to his territory and being so he couldn't allow karaku getting away with you so he came up to your face and held your chin lovingly, making you pull away from the kiss to make you kiss him, you give in smiling, sensing both of their jelousies compiting over you.
karaku was offended and tried to draw your attention back at him, insisting in kissing you again. you look at him from the corner of your eye, kissing aizetsu passionately at the same time. you were teasing him, watching his face twitch in jealousy for seeing you kiss his counterpart so vively, so intensely, as if you really were enjoying aizetsu more than you enjoyed karaku. his hand instinctively pressed his aching cock when he saw you biting aizetsu's lower lip, sharp teeth pulling his skin with desire, making him moan softly, never breaking eye contact with karaku. he was having enough, he was about to beg for you but chose being rough, he leans to your mouth even when you and aizetsu were kissing and tried to kiss you. aizetsu didn't give in and keeps fighting for his place, turning the kissing into a kiss of three. saliva being exchanged between your mouths. you laughed between the kiss at their little competition, this is so exciting!
your senses were through the roof, pleasure continuing to build up inside of you, a wave of sensations hitting you body as the clones did their job, sekido being more skilled in his area than you originally expected, his mouth working you to your climax, tongue licking and lips sucking in the right places, making a mess beneath him. your legs broke free from karaku and aizetsu's grip, suddenly sandwiching sekido's head almost making him lose focus as he made you cum. a loud moan drowned in your kiss with the other two as sekido licked your clit to help you go through your last bits of orgasm.
you pulled away from the wet kiss and rested your head on urogi's chest, sighing in relief for finally getting the release you needed all night, you held onto karaku and aizetsu's shoulders as you breathed in and out, chasing breath regulation; the winged demon massaged your belly and waist until you recovered your breath completely, he smiled with satisfaction at the view of you exhausted for all the job they've been doing for the past moments just to please you, it made his stomach flutter with excitement. your body continued to release an inhumane amount of hormones, all the fury contained in your body earlier had completely vanished at the mere touch of upper 5, you were contented and pleased, yet... you weren't satisfied, if someone offered you another round or more, you would accept without hesitation. you suddenly felt sekido crawling onto you, you contemplated him, his angered expression continuing to grow as his mouth drooled spit mixed with your fluids, his kimono subtly falling off his shoulder exposing his skin, you couldn't lie, that was kinda hot, you grinned at him.
"had enough sekido?" you teased playfully, chuckling at him.
"not quite" he growled and positioned himself between your legs, approaching you as he undressed his torso "how fucking dare you? are we just some toys to you? you're disgusting, upper one, leaving me and my counterparts stupidly aroused, you don't deserve being done for the night"
"hah? who said i was done for the night? it's funny that you mention it, actually, i could just get up and leave you and your pathetic clones here and let you starve without my touch, i would love to see how you would handle from there. you're all hard as a rock and i don't need to see it to prove it, you weak creatures, whining and begging for my attention, it would be so fun if i just left!" your voice gained a mocking manner, a cocky attitude hitting in as you allowed sekido between your legs, a short laughter escapes your lips "but... how could i... you were all such good boys, my heart squeezes with pity, i come to the conclusion you deserve at least a prize. so, sekido, if you want yours, form in line, i'm not done with all of you just yet."
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yandere-daydreams · 2 years
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You think, sometimes, that what attracts Ei most is innocence.
Not that she'd ever say as much aloud. Whenever you find the confidence to ask about her preferences, she only ever answers with vague platitudes about the importance of elegance and the value found in tranquil hearts, but you see the way she smiles into her sleeve when you trip over your own feet, and the company she keeps can hardly be called peaceful. She might hold you by her side, refer to you as an equal, but you know she doesn't think of you as one - even if you'd never dream of ever comparing yourself to the Raiden Shogun, Almighty Narukami Ogosho, Immortal Mistress of Eternity. It's clear she thinks of you as a companion, but not a compatriot. You're a lover to her, but you're not a partner.
You're naive. She isn't. You're innocent, and she made it clear that she wouldn't have you any other way.
Not to say she doesn't trust you. She loves you, and Ei's always taken a certain amount of pride in being able to keep her sole confidant so close, whether she's slipping into your bed in the dead of night to ramble on about politics and policies or letting you rest your head in her lap as she mulls over proposals and public decrees. She's never come to you for advice, but in all fairness, you wouldn't have anything to say if she did. It's enough for you, to be able to support her. It's enough for her, that you're there to listen.
She gives you responsibilities, too. Nothing major, no duties she'd rather pass off to her able Shogunate or her dear Commissioners, but enough to keep you busy, enough to make you feel like you aren't just an ornament, hanging from her fingertips on a golden chain. Your hours are spent penning letters to her subjects, reviewing propositions that haven't yet been deemed worthy of an Archon's time, doing your best to satisfy your Shogun's needs and wants until you're too tired to do anything but lull against her, let her kiss your temples and comment on what a devoted little worshiper she has. Sometimes, she has the time to carry you to your chambers, but more often than not, you'll wake up laid out across her dais, her fingers drawing shallow circles in your chest and her attention elsewhere. You can't blame her. She has so much to attend to, and time must be such a fleeting thing to someone who's lived so long. You only wish she'd allow someone else to tend to your needs, as you've always tried to tend to hers.
And she loves you - more than anything, you know she loves you. Even if she has her faults, even if she seems content to keep you retrained to her palace, even if she laughs whenever you mention your life before her or suggest what it may look like afterward, she cares about you, and she's never raised her voice in your company or done anything but love you. She's never been cruel, or callous, or any more controlling than she always is, and she loves you. Because you're doting. Because you're dedicated. Because you're innocent.
And what could eternity possibly love more than someone who doesn't know any better than to love it back?
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jadespeedster17 · 1 year
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A Love Spore-y
Summary: An arranged marriage, with the Mother Spore. A Fae dangerous, who has taken over kingdoms and infected people, turning them into spore creatures. Prince Scar is going to marry this Fae, in the hopes to 'save' his kingdom. Foolish, his father is stupid is what he is. All it'll do is kill him. But perhaps that is what his dad wants?
Mother Spore though is nothing like Scar expected, more than he thought he'd see. Scar was curious now, he wanted to know more about this strange fae. CW: Mild Smut, at like 3/4 the way through. Mostly Fluff. Hints of abuse from Scar’s dad and mom in this. Corruption, hinted mostly. Hurt/Comfort and Fluff.
Notes: Suspend disbelief that is is totally Kingdoms and such. It’s fantasy with some modern things used. Fae act differently in here than most. They don’t use name, mostly they are immortals who are connected to the earth in this story. this took 4 days to write, thank you @the-purp-anon and @bluiex because you both kept me motivated to write this and see it through. Sorry if it’s rushed at the end though or in places, somethings I’m just not good at.
POV: Third (Limited) - Scar’s POV mostly
Read on Ao3?: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44129079
Word Count: 9.517
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Scar felt annoyance leak in as he schooled his features to his father's rambles. The King has decided indeed, as he just nodded. "we are to accommodate for this," his father spoke calmly while his mother, the Queen, looked off into the distance. No help at all for her son and his future. "The Mother Spore is to come here soon, and while contact will be limited between you two, we do expect soon for marriage to be possible." his father said firmly.
Scar nodded to that, "I understand Father." he said shortly, to the point, just like he was supposed to. Inside he was seething, 'for the good of the kingdom', what a joke really. His father was just saving his own ass from this new threat of the Fae creatures nearby.
Mother Spore as they were named was a fae being that has been causing issues in other kingdoms. He has taken over areas overnight, leaving mushrooms and other plants to grow behind him and an army of brainwashed beings they called 'Sporelings'. Annoyance leaked into his mind again, and Scar, Prince of this land, was to be married off to the Mother Spore in an attempt by this kingdom and others to pacify the mushroom creature. 
Foolish is what Scar thought it was as if some marriage to a mere prince was enough. If anything, he was a lamb to be sacrificed in the hopes it appeased the gods. Only this time the blood to be spilled was possibly his own. Thus Scar's future was in the hands of the cruel mistress known as Fate. He was going to be meeting this Mother Spore, in the hopes that they could form a bond. Perhaps they would 'fall in love' as his father seemed to be hinting.
Or at least something akin to that thought process. Maybe they thought if Scar wooed him, he might be able to convince the fae being to not corrupt kingdoms and take over with his spores. Scar was not keen on that idea at all, getting close to a being that could mess with his head. Honestly, the thought terrified him.  He laid back on his bed with a sigh as Cub smiled at him, "It can't all be that bad your highness." he said calmly picking up the books and such for Scar to put away. Any and all things on fae, that yielded nothing that he didn't already know. "We only know what is told to us, perhaps you might be able to see something else?" 
Optimistic as it sounded, Scar wasn't so sure as he huffed. "Cub, the options are either to become a mushroom slave or die by this point. Because if this Mother Spore doesn't like me, he'd no doubt kill me without thought." he grimaced, the thought of dying and being mushroom food wasn't pretty, but the other option made his stomach churn in fear.
"Then perhaps you need to work to make sure neither happens? give him a chance. You won't be around him all the time for much to happen, most will be through us servants sending letters." Cub said, and that worried Scar more, the idea Cub could be corrupted instead. He didn't want his servant, his friend, to be subjected to that. 
Worry must have shown as Cub smiled again, "It'll be alright Scar, we'll get by." he promised, with cold comfort as Scar laid back down again looking at the canopy above his bed. 
He couldn't imagine this Mother Spore was looking forward to this either... so guess that's one thing they can agree on for now. Though, part of him did wonder what the other might look like, act like for that matter. Bitterness grew against his father as he thought about this.
An arranged marriage with a fae! Scar lay on his side trying to get some rest, ignoring the dread that was trying to settle in his stomach. Tomorrow would be the meeting day, to make an impression and put on a show in front of people... then the process of 'getting to know' each other. Ug, part of him was now hoping Mother Spore would just take over the kingdom instead.
With these thoughts, Scar drifted into a fitful sleep that was luckily dreamless. Or maybe he did dream, of a male with a large mushroom hat on and beautiful purple wings.  But upon waking, Scar didn't remember the dream at all or even if he had one. And waking up was also met with Cub putting out an outfit for him, "Purple?" Scar asked groggily looking at the purple vest. "Fae love the color purple." Cub said to him with a smile, "Don't worry it's just the vest, everything else is comfortable." a teasing promise as Scar huffed at that looking at Cub with a playful glare. The other knew he dressed for comfort, not for style. The style was always puffy and stuffy clothing that made him near have a heat stroke.
Things is father made him wear to show off his muscles to potential wives. Honestly, it was shocking he was agreeing to let him marry a male fae to be with. But... fae also didn't have concepts of gender that humans did.
Oh gods, would Scar end up the pregnant one if they ever did have kids? A flush was on his face at the thought of that happening. Was it even possible!? "You alright Scar?" Cub's voice snapped Scar out of their thoughts, as he gave a high-pitched laugh saying he was fine. His servant gave a skeptical look but decided to not push it. Ignoring the red face and red-tipped ears on the prince.
The outfit was at least manageable, in other words, Scar would breathe without feeling like he was constricted. his hair was made to fluff up and frame around his jaw, and the crown on his head was the last part. Turning to see himself in the mirror he made a face, which caused Cub to start laughing. "You look like your reflection spat on you," Cub said through snorts and giggles. 
Scar wrinkled his nose, "It did!" he whined out, "Cub I look like a pinned-up peacock! Why does it have so many layers!?" he complained, though comfortable it was still hot as can be. 
"It's just for the initial meeting your highness," Cub promised him with a teasing tone. Scar just grumbled finishing with the buttons and adjusting the crown on his head. Every inch of him looked like royalty, the crown prince he was, even if to him it was a fancy title while his father did all of the work. Princes were often expected to be doing other things, most of them involved fun and play rather than ruling. Scar had few classes a day to truly learn things about the ruling. Often he wondered if his father wanted him to be king or kept him around for the show. 
Being royalty was something Scar didn't feel lucky to be born into on days like this. It was a life spent idling wondering if someone was going kill you. Looking at contracts of marriage and wondering which one would be the best for the kingdom. And knowing he'd have to sire a Prince of his own once the crown was on his head. 
Scar would rather spend his days learning if he could, but the teachers didn't like giving extra classes. Telling him after lessons to go hunting with friends or horse riding in general. To just 'act princely' whatever that was supposed to mean. 
Walking down the hall with Cub, Scar kept his head high but his eyes were cast to the floor. Dread knotted his stomach over and over, walking to meet the being he was to be married off to. The same that was responsible for the deaths of many kingdoms and kings being turned into shells of their former selves. Not that Scar cared about what happened to them, just that it did happen. The dread knotted again, what would that be like? To be controlled? Turned into something you are not? Are you aware of it? Would you be aware after? Was your mind even your own?
Fae were quite scary creatures, and Scar wasn't sure what being wed to one would mean for him. He's read stories of course, but... the real thing was baring its teeth down on him. There was no escape as he stood in front of the doors to the throne room.
He took a deep breath and felt a hand on his shoulder as he looked over at Cub who smiled encouragingly at him. Scar gave a weary smile back, and walked into the room to stride with a purpose to where his parents sat. They would be here waiting for this Mother Spore to show up... which would be soon from the chatter of the guards. 
Scar tried not the fidget in place after he stood next to his dad. Sitting was unbecoming when presenting one's self to their future lover, or something like that. It was just words to him, he knew his father didn't see him as a 'Prince' he wanted, and frankly, Scar didn't see him as a 'King' so the feeling of mutual. His mother seemed to be off in her own world, as usual.
No doubt she's been drinking again, off to see more lovers, one night stands after she had him. Scar tried not to look at her, and instead think in his own world. He had heard about the marketplace wanting a new setup, to open things up more. Open roads for trade in the marketplace might things easier, and would help to bring in more to the kingdom. the buildings needed an overhaul, they were just so simple, hard to tell one apart from the other. 
His mind wandered to build plans, and how he'd fix up the streets if he ever could. Only to jolt as the doors did open and the announcement was made of the Fae's entrance. He stood up straight again and tried to look presentable as he watched them walk in.
It was 3 people, one had flowers growing out of his head, a rather nice outfit on, and a very bushy mustache. The other had a flowing dress that looked like the night sky itself. They both were smiling, but Scar felt unease at the sight of the smiles. They didn't look at all warm or inviting, more like sharp, feral, and dangerous. 
Then his eyes landed on the person in the middle and stared at them. They had on a large mushroom hat, moss hung down from it on the edges, creating a natural looking lacey pattern. Their outfit was simple, and not at all loud, but their wings said all of their statuses. They were huge, rather beautiful shades of purple with mushrooms on their joints of them. Shrooms even grew on the shoulders and arms of the being. There was this faint sight of purple mist, it wasn't thick, but faintly noticeable, around this person.
No doubt Scar knew who this was, and he also noticed their eyes landed on him. Green eyes met the brownish shades of purple, both regarding each other. Scar had a neutral expression, as did Mother Spore, just opting to look over each other. 
They were... shorter than Scar expected, and he was fairly taller. The spore fae was also rather petite from his observations, compared to his muscles from doing so much archery. This was not at all what he was expecting. Soon their eye contact was broken as Mother Spore looked over at his father.
"Pleasure to meet you King Dorian." the voice was male-sounding, but Scar also remembered Fae did not have common concepts of gender like they did. Though Mother Spore seemed to go by 'He' and 'They' often enough from words of mouth.
His father nodded to that, "And to you, as you have already seen my son, Prince Darius." he looked over to Scar, a sharp look in his eyes. Scar tried not to scowl at the use of his birth name, but did bow lightly without breaking eye contact. He got a small one back from the fae.
Just now did Scar notice how... uncanny the other did look. The face was framed by curly brown locks, but the neck seemed longer than it should be, thinner, with a face that was as pale a porcelain glass. His father went back to talking about how he hoped they did get along.
"Yes, I hope so as well." Mother Spore said calmly, a sharper end to it, and Scar knew what it meant. The sake of this kingdom and the war was on whether or not they got along, his life, his freedom, at that. No pressure or anything. 
Contact was going to be limited between them, his father was no fool about how... infectious this Mother Spore could be. Drilling it into Scar's head during the meeting that he was not to allow contact without being able to wash his hands just right after. They were not to be alone, and letters were about the only way to talk when not in the same room as many people, and all eyes on them. 
They would be at opposite ends of the castle, Mother Spore getting a view of the castle gardens. And talks were formal, such as the one tonight. A small 'party' which was just the nobles, trying to make nice to it all. The two who came with the Mother were named Mumbo and Pearl, and they seemed... pleasant enough, making idle chat with others and fake laughter that sounded like bells. 
Scar looked over at the Mother Spore calmly, "not one for parties?" he asked in a formal tone, as he did note that they opted instead to watch the other two fae.
A faint hum, "Seems rather extra, wouldn't you say Prince Darius?" the purplish-brown eyes didn't even gaze at him. Scar cringed at the formal use of his name.
Shifting on his feet Scar messed with his glass of wine, "I suppose." he said calmly, looking at the red liquid in thought. Parties were never his thing, they were dull, always people looking for the smallest amount of gossip. Wolves looking to pounce on the smallest instant of weakness to devour for their starved depravity. 
A faint hum drew his mind back to Mother Spore, they were looking at him now. "I am curious about you." the eyes were sharp, gazing at Scar steady and unblinking. Scar stared back and gave a nod, "What are your thoughts on this arranged marriage? Surely it's more than just for power purposes." 
The dilatation of the pupil made Scar think for a second, lying to a fae was never wise. He sighed, "It has to do with the war you are waging, they think this will help keep the kingdom safe." he said honestly, not meeting Mother Spore's gaze.
A pause as the Fae didn't even breathe, then hummed faintly, "I appreciate the honesty." they said to him, and Scar felt some tensions fade at how sincere their tone sounded. They were quiet again looking out at the party and the background noise of people just talking. 
The first meeting, was awkward as Scar expected.
What was even more awkward was the days to follow after. Scar was to have very little contact with Mother Spore. So all contact was kept to parchments of paper that he had no doubt his father was reading thoroughly. And they were as boring as boring could get. Stiff, formal, and read like how his professors talked, monotoned that is. Scar found it took the whole day for him to even read through one without losing focus of the words on the yellow parchment. 
'Prince Darius, I find myself wondering some days about you. Do you have any hobbies or such? The servants only know so much, you seem like an enigma. Perhaps I should start? I am quite fond of nature, as one who guesses of a Fae. Flowers are quite nice, did you know are some mushrooms that can flower? Perhaps I can give you them some time...'
Scar groaned as he rubbed his eyes, he was lost in place again trying to read all that. Nature, yeah duh Fae like nature, what Fae didn't? Mother Spore didn't seem keen on details for anything, asking simple questions. Favorite things to do, opinions on different plants, and even asked about studies he was doing.  Cub gave him something to drink with a smile as Scar planted his face into the desk. "They seem quite boring," he commented casually as Scar grunted in agreement. 
"Boring doesn't begin to describe them." Scar huffed with a scowl at the wall like it personally slighted him. "There is just no emotion or anything I can pick up from the letter. But, I guess I don't blame him, my father is no doubt reading them to anything to use... Ug... Nosey bastard." he growled the last part as Cub gave him a sad smile, understanding.
Who didn't understand really? His father was not a kind man to anyone. Known to yell at servants for the smallest offense. His father only ever showed up long enough for lessons, then to tell him to 'go play' or whatever. His mother breastfed him until he could be fed by himself without her, then she never touched him again. His father was also known to put horrible restrictions on hybrids and any none human creature out there. Something Scar wanted to change as kingdom... and may never get the chance to. 
Messing with the quill Scar sighed heavily and wrote back to Mother Spore.
'Mother Spore, Hobbies are a loose term for me, but I am very fond of knightship. Fighting and clashing of swords is quite interesting and gives one a sharper mind. I did not know that about mushrooms, an interesting fact you know. I'd love to hear more from you...'
Scar was in pain, metaphorically. Writing these letters to his father's approval standers, and lying on paper for the sake of not getting another scolding. He was to endear himself to his future husband. And all Scar wanted to do was hide away from the world and maybe plan his father's untimely death... he wondered if Cub would help him with that? 
'Prince Darius, You seem like the type with the muscles I saw on you. Judging by your scars you possibly have seen many battles. They tell a quant story about you, one I would like to hear. I could tell you all day about facts. Some can create their own wind you know to carry away their spores. Something I find I myself can do...'
Scar huffed as he lay on his bed, tossing up an apple in the air and catching it. The letter written out beside him, he watched the apple against the dark canopy as Cub was cleaning the room around him. Which wasn't much, Scar kept things tidy... at least the floor don't ask him about the draws to his desk and chest.  "A reply that has no merit than the last," Scar grumbled a bit rolling over on his stomach as Cub just hummed. offering no response, not that Scar wanted one. He hated this so much.
Meeting with Mumbo had been interesting, the Flower Fae as he called himself. He was pleasant to speak to, out in the gardens as the two of them talked, Pearl also joined them. Scar learned that she was Mother Spores's sister. She was a Fae of the Sky. And had beautiful wings on her back as well, they were see-through almost save for the glittery effect they gave in the sunlight.
"Oh, my brother seems interested in your letters." Pearl said cheerfully to him, "He likes to watch you when you come out here to walk around."
So Mother Spore had been watching him? Scar did come here from time to time to practice archery on the trees. That was how Mumbo came to meet him as he hit the target and the flower fae praised him for his good aim.
"Indeed, he wanted me to talk in his steed due to the contact restrictions," Mumbo said as Scar cringed a bit at that. 
Pearl watched him with sharp eyes the whole time they talked. Scar was getting heavily protective vibes, she would laugh, but there was no warmth to it. Mumbo was very formal spoken and lead most of the conversation.
.... Scar was terrified of them. 
'Prince Darius,  Mumbo told me you seem to like archery, i've watched you for a while now from my window. You have great aim. Care to tell me more about your skills? And I am sorry for my sister, she is very protective...'
Scar tossed the letter aside with a huff as Cub frowned at him picking it up. "not what you like?" he asked worriedly to Scar placing it on the desk.
"He lies so easily in the letters, and I hate it." not like he was any better, they both were lying to each other. It left a bitter taste in Scar's mouth as he hugged his knees to his chest. They were getting nowhere, learning nothing which the half-truths and dull lies they spoke to each other. Nothing was working, and Scar was ready to give up and just hope he died a painless death.
Cub frowned a bit, "I'm sorry Scar." he said to him, going back to dusting, "Seems the only way you are going to know anything is to talk to them. And that isn't much of an option."
Yeah, the only way he was going to know anything was... Scar looked up at that, to talk to him face to face without his father there to restrict his words. He got up, "Cub, don't wait up for me!" he said putting pillows under the covers to make it look like a person.
Cub stared at that as Scar headed out the window, "Oh... okay." was all he could say, "Stay safe!" he called out as Scar climbed down the wall like he used to do as a kid. 
Mother Spore's balcony was in sight as Scar gripped the ivy, still strong as ever, which was good because the roots were pretty much in the stone walls. He started to climb and grunted a bit as he was getting scratched up. "ow..." he hissed a bit as his arms scraped the wall, the gardens were silent save for the sounds of crickets and frogs. It was dark too, but scar managed to find his way.
He grunted a bit gripping the stone with his fingers, and peered over the ledge, yelping as he was face to face with someone. And near fell if a hand didn't grab his. "What are you doing here?" Scar looked back over as he was gripping the wrist of Mother Spore. "Did you climb!?" he asked in shock helping Scar steady himself again on the vines.
He gave a tired grin, the best plan ever in his opinion. "Yeah I did." he breathed out a laugh. "I wanted to see you, without our very dull letters," he said a bit out of breath from climbing. Mother Spore looked offended, "My letters weren't that dull... Were they?" he asked at the end with a curious look.
Scar laughed again, "Kind of yeah, but mine were too so it's fine..." he gripped the vines again, "Can you hold pull me in please?" he looked sheepish up at the fae. A pause then a huff as the other helped yank him onto the balcony, Scar landed on the ground with a painful grunt, "Are you alright?" Mother Spore asked him with a tone that sounded like worry.
"Yeah." Scar said getting up, and dusting off the leaves and dirt. "I used to climb up all the time these walls as a kid.. though I had more energy back then." he joked looking at the scars and cuts on his arms.
A deadpanned look, "I'm on the third floor." the fae said blandly as Scar just grinned at them as the only response. They rolled their eyes, "Any reason you came to expose yourself to my spores in the dead of night?" a cross of the arms with a hard look.
Scar shrugged slightly, "As I said, I wanted to talk, face to face. Without our letters being filtered through people... I feel like I don't know you, and I want to know you." he sat on the edge of the rail with a smile.  A look of surprise on the fae's face and gave a look, of curiosity and confusion. "Prince Darius-"
"Scar."
Mother Spore looked at him at that as Scar smiled, "Prince Darius is too formal, I don't like the name. Scar is my nickname that people call me in private. So, please, call me Scar."
Silent regard of interest, purple eyes looking him up and down then nodding. "Scar." he corrected, "Well, it's a pleasure then." there was a faint smile on the pale purple lips, moving back the moss on the mushroom cap. "You may call me Grian in private, a name I use when meeting people."
Scar smiled faintly, "Grian." he repeated back, finding the name was nice, simple, and less of a mouthful too. "Pleasure to meet you too," he said back in a soft tone. 
The smile turned to a grin, "Well Grian, I'm sure we both have questions, and now we can tell each other the truth." he said proudly, as Grian snorted some laughter at that.
"Was it obvious I was lying in my letters than Scar?" he asked curiously, an eye brown raised as Scar just gave a knowing smile. Amusement danced in the eyes for a moment, though Grian seemed still guarded of him. "Alright then, since you came all this way. I'll start, only polite isn't it?"
A happy nod as Scar looked excited about this, "Are you really into Knightship?" Grian asked sitting on the other side of the stone railing. 
"No." Scar admits, "My father wishes I was, but I prefer archery, and I love to study buildings." he said honestly.
Surprised, and a faint hum. "I saw you doing the archery in the gardens... You really are good at it, I meant that." Grian tells him, and Scar finds he can't stop smiling now. "Well thanks for that, I do enjoy it when people watch me, suppose I can be a show-off." he rubbed his cheek with his finger and a small flush on them. "How about you? Do you really like flowers?" he asked back. Grian shrugged faintly at that, "Some yes, my favorite flowers are cacti ones." they say with a faraway look. "They are hard to come by, don't last more than a day or so, but big and beautiful."
"I didn't know Cactuses could grow flowers." he really didn't know that, and that was interesting to think about. Grian nodded, the faint smile there on their face, purple eyes looked back at him again. "So you like building then?" 
Scar looked excited, eyes lighting up almost, shining green, "Yes, I do. I've drawn up many plans for the marketplace to make it better..." then the smile fell, "but my father won't allow it, a peasants job he says." The silence hung now in the air, Grian's own smile fell. "Oh." his tone laced with a strange emotion. Another pause between them before Grian broke it again, "Maybe you can show me your plans sometime? I'd love to see them."
Green eyes lit up again, Scar looked surprised. Not many took interest in his work other than Cub. "really?" hopeful and longing. "They are just drawings it all," he said quickly.
"no, I want to see them." Grian said quickly, "I... I like to make things myself, every kingdom I've taken over is well... I've made them look different, mushrooms are hard to work with to make pretty, so it takes alot of thought." 
Scar watched the fae shift, their cheeks a faint purple color for a moment. "I... I could help." he offered to, swallow a bit.  "What?" confusion on their face now as purple eyes stared at him.
"I could help, draw up some ideas for you to use. Something new, challenging even." Scar told them with a smile forming again. "Something for you to help get an idea of how to draw them."
Another pause as Grian stared at that, shock on the face of the fae who let their arms uncross and grip the balcony. "I... I'd like that Scar." a shy smile at him made Scar's heart flutter for a moment.  They were nothing like he expected, yet another surprise, Grian seemed soft spoke right now, but there was a hint of something under those eyes. Mischief perhaps? Scar found himself allured by it, wanting to see it more.
The conversation continued on, the two just asking small questions, favorite color, favorite book, flowers? Do you like candy? Foods? Do fae even eat? What is your favorite subject? Do humans experience nature so little? What's the kingdom like? Do you have a favorite place to go to? 
By the end of it, they were laughing at each other, Scar telling some stories of himself. "yeah these scars weren't from a battle at all, I'm just an idiot who liked Arson... and still does." he said through giggles of his own.
"You really thought explosives on an arrow was a good idea?' Grian asked with laughter between words. "Even I know fire isn't for everyone to use."
A casual shrug, "I just added a bit too much the first time, the scars were worth it though. Since then the nickname has stuck with the other knights who watched. I can laugh about it now, in the moment, it was agony." Scar admits looking embarrassed for a moment.
Grian laughed again, showing sharp teeth that were very white. Scar was grinning also at the laughter from him, finding he liked it. It sounded like bells, but in a good way. Soft, chiming and ended in a cackle that felt real to him. 
After a moment to compose himself Grian was smiling at him again, "You best go to bed, it's nearing midnight." he said.
Scar blinked and did notice how tired he felt now that Grian mentioned it. Though a part of him felt sadness in his chest, to know that this night was coming to an end. "Can we do this again? Tomorrow night?" Scar asked him, as Grian smile stayed at that.
"I'd like that." Grian said to him as he walked over to Scar, "Tomorrow then?" they asked blinking as Scar took their hand and kissed the knuckles lightly.
"Tomorrow," Scar promised softly against the cool skin, looking up to see the faint purple on Grian's face again. eyes wide with suprise, but turned softer after a moment and the smile returned. 
Grian watched him climb down the balcony and wave up to him before leaving through the hedge brush.  Scar laid back down on his bed with a grin on his face, his heart was fluttering in his chest and he felt warmth on his face and the smile wouldn't leave his mouth. Finding himself feeling happy and giddy for tomorrow night, wanting to hear that laughter again, wanting to listen to more stories from the fae.  The dreams were sweet that night, seeing Grian laughing in front of him, eyes alight with happiness. 
'Prince Darius, I find you very interesting to talk to. Getting to know you more has helped much with these past few days. I'd love to hear more about you, mind telling me a bit more about yourself, your traits and such? I left a gift in the letter, I hope you like it...'
Scar twirled the purple feather in his hands, a smile on his face as the scent of it was earthy but in a nice way. It was beautiful, dark purple at the end and ending in a light lilac purple at the end. It was soft to the touch, and Scar smiled as he held it in his hand. Talking to Cub about last night with a fond smile.
"It sounds wonderful Scar." Cub chuckled a bit shaking his head. "I'm glad you found a way to talk to them."  Scar sighed, dreamily and starry-eyed, "It was more than wonderful, it was beautiful Cub. They were so thoughtful in their answers and actually liked my jokes too. twirling the feather again Scar got up putting it on a string to wear around his neck, liking how it looked there. 
"I can't wait for tonight, maybe was can go through the gardens and talk? I want to show him around a bit, I think he'd love the flowers there." Scar said already planning for something tonight, wanting to get Grian out of that stuffy tower, he had to not like it up there as he never seemed to leave.  Scar wrote back formally as always, but undertones of happiness for once. Enjoying writing it out, the night couldn't come faster.
Climbing once again up to see Grian was waiting for him with a bright smile. Helping him up again as Scar was grinning widely. "Mother Spore." he said in a teasing tone as Grian just gave a grin back. "Prince Darius." Grian said back with a giggle at that, "I've missed you, the night can't come faster." his eyes trailed to the neck and brighten, "You got my gift?" he asked, tone slightly giddy.
Scar looked at the feather and nodded, "It's beautiful, I love it." he tells Grian, and blinked at the strange sound that escaped the other's mouth... a chirp?  Clearing his throat, Grian gave a shy smile, "I'm glad you like it." they said after looking away the purple flush back.
Scar felt the grin come back on his face, and took Grian's hand, "Care to join me in the gardens? We can talk as I show you around... the center of the maze has a beautiful swing." he offered, feeling the soft fingers on his own calloused ones. 
Looking into those purple eyes, Grian gave a faint nod after a moment of just staring, "Yes... yes I'd love to." the voice was faint, soft, and Scar pulled to help him. The fae luckily was able to make the plants stronger, and seemed very good at climbing. Making it down before Scar did. 
"Impressive!" Scar said cheerfully as Grian just gave a smirking smile.
"I'm more than a pretty face, I used to climb trees as a kid." Grian sounded proud of that as Scar let out a small chuckle eyes shining as he took Grian's hand again and lead him down the path of the maze.  The moon was full, casting enough light, and the fireflies were out, glowing over the pond they passed by. "It's beautiful," Grian said softly running a hand over the body and watching as mushrooms grew at the edge of it. His eyes shone, "Did you know some glow in the dark?" he asked Scar with the smile turning to a grin. "We have so many mushrooms in my kingdoms that glow in the dark, the light source helps new sporelings to see better so not to hurt their eyes."
Scar looked intrigued by that, looking at the ones that glowed a soft blue at the edge of the pond. "They are beautiful." he agreed as they reflected off the water. "I bet the kingdoms are pretty too with them as lighting."
Grian nodded running his fingers over the tops of their glowing shrooms. "Oh it's amazing, they glow colors of green, blue, and purple. Shining off the moss I grew in the streets, interconnecting everything with roots for easier travel for my sporelings." he explains excitedly.
Scar sat there in the grass listening to Grian ramble on, "You sound like you care deeply." he commented, "For these kingdoms you take over."
Grian paused in talking, and flushed lightly, "Well yes, they are my children now Scar. I bring them into a world where they never feel alone, and connected through the mycelium I create. I want them happy, wouldn't you want your children happy?" he asked in a softer tone than before.
staring at that, Scar nodded, he could understand that, but... He tilted his head looking at Grian, "Why take over human kingdoms then? I... I want to know, stories say you are a tyrant and user, but..." you don't seem that way, Grian was too nice, so caring, the way he spoke of his 'sporelings' he sounded like he cared so much. 
Smooth brows furrowed on the fae's face, looking at the water in thought for a long time. Then a faint hum, "Connection Scar." they said finally, "People, stumble through their days, they don't feel one another other than for a fleeting moment. They are alone, and empty inside." 
Sitting up to look at the moon for a moment, Grian smiled faintly, "I want to help them. I want them happy. For humans and Fae to all feel connected. Fae already does, but mortals, know so little of us. They don't understand, and I want them to... through the mycelium they can Scar, they'll feel each other, and never be alone again."
Eyes find their way to his, shining, hopeful, longing,... scared. "Do you understand?" they asked, the undertones of worry, Scar stared back at the many emotions.
"I..." Scar furrowed his brow, trying to envision what Grian was talking about. He didn't know much about love, he didn't know much about connection. He frowned a bit, "No... I can't..." he saw Grian's smile fall as he continued, "I've never understood love like that Grian."
Looking away, Scar stared at the water, eyes sad and longing, "My mother never hugged or held me after I stopped breastfeeding on her. My father is not a caring man at all. He... the only touches I've had from him sting my face after."
Fingers reach up, as Scar touched his own cheek, his eyes almost stung again at the memory. "My mother shoved me away a lot, it's hard to picture what a nice touch would feel like." he near whispered to the other "She didn't care, she loved the sex more than me, only had me out of obligation."
Scar was silent again, eyes cast down still, his hand lingering on his own cheek, "I'm sorry Grian." he whispers, "but I don't understand, ... I wish I could."
The silence was thick, Scar didn't want to look at Grian to see the sadness on his face that he didn't know, didn't understand, couldn't understand.  Fingers found his, cool, smooth, soft. Lacing them together and another hand took his chin gently to turn Scar to face Grian. "You don't know love?" Grian asked in a sad tone, eyes hurt and glassy. Scar shook his head mutely, as Grian frowned a bit, "Love is... complicated, it comes in many forms and words and gestures... Kisses are one form."
"Kisses?' Scar echoed to him.
Grian looked at him for a long moment, "Do you... want to try?" they asked, the voice near a whisper, waiting for the okay, wanting to take it in Scar's time. Swallowing again, Scar nodded faintly as grian's thumb rubbed his cheek, tender and careful over his skin. It was so... nice, Scar's throat closed up at the feeling. Grian leaned forward slowly, they stared for a moment, feeling each other's breath on their faces. Then the gap closed.
The lips on Scar's were... soft, nothing he's felt before. They pressed slow, carefully, feeling the creases in them. Like flower petals on his face. Lasting a few seconds, and making his head spin for a moment. Grian pulled away, looking at him as Scar stared back eyes half-lidded, warmth filled him, he liked the feeling. And he wanted more of it.
Grian stared, their noses touching, a gentle and sweet silence between them. Scar looked into the purple eyes, "Can we do that again?" he asked in a quiet voice, longing. 
The answer came in another kiss, longer, passionate. Grian moved their lips together. They pushed together, Grian's legs coming up, one around Scar's own, the other holding him upright. Scar moved with it, just doing what felt right, slow at first but grew in heat. The sounds of their lips parting from time to time as they kept going.
Scar wasn't sure how long this lasted, but after Grian pulled away, his vision was starry. He gave a doey-eyed smile, and Grian was smiling back as they panted for a moment. Scar grinned faintly, "Love is... very strange." he admits, as Grian giggles in agreement. 
And after a while stand back up to keep walking, Scar feeling warmth in his chest as they walked and just talked of things. Scar told about the gardens a bit and himself, while Grian excitedly shared more plant facts, mostly mushrooms, with him. Scar found himself smiling as he just listened. "It all sounds so wonderful when you talk about it like that." 
Grian shrugged at him running hands over the willow tree branches, Scar watching as they almost seemed to glow brighter green. "You don't seem afraid of it," he commented back, a curious look over their shoulder at Scar. "I guess," Scar gave a lop-sided smile, "The way you talk about it makes it less scary... I find I agree with alot of what you're saying."
Grian didn't say anything, the smile said it all, happy, content, loving. As they walked back to his room again, the moon was high in the sky again, "I enjoyed tonight." the fae tells him, as they were holding hands still.  He rubbed his thumb over Grian's own, "I did too." Scar said back, as Grian and he just stared, no words just the calming sounds of the night. Neither wanted to say goodnight to the other, Grian squeezed his hand and Scar squeezed it back. 
Grian leaned closer and kissed him lightly again, "Goodnight Scar." he whispers, Scar's face breaking into a smile. "Goodnight Grian." he said back watching the spore creature climb back up to his room. With a kiss to the hand and a wave, Scar left back to his room. His smile never once left, even when he crawled into bed to sleep. He still felt the softness of the other's lips on his own.
Love made his heart flutter, it made his body warm, it made him hum like an idiot in his room. Wondering how Grian was doing, could they dance? Would he dance with him? Wondering if Grian would like a ring?  Spending the next few nights showing his plans for the market. Chattering together, laughing as they came up with plans together. Grian just chats away about anything that came to mind, and Scar listens with a dopey smile on his face. 
"I wanted you to have this," Grian said one night, the night before the wedding was to happen. Scar looked over curious at that, from where he was drawing their ideas for a marketplace together.  He turned around and blinked curiously at the object. It looked to be a hat, having a large brim, and a tall head on it. it was soft brown in color with a purple ribbon at the base. Moss grew in patches on it, and mushrooms also of many types all small in size. 
Scar took it in his hands looking it over and feeling the soft material. It was woven by hand no doubt and made his chest feel warm that Grian made this for him. "I love it," he said as Grian watched with a smile as Scar put it on his head.
It was a snug fit, just the right size, and looking in the mirror it looked amazing. Scar smiled at how strange his reflection looked with it on, but the smile paused on his face. Something felt... weird.  The sensation was on the top of his head, tickling lightly, like someone messing with his hair. Prickling almost like something popping on his head. A wave of calm though came with it, as Grian's hand again found his. fingers lacing together as he looked at the Mother Spore.
Love. Love. Love.
It crashed over Scar's body like warm water for a bath, he stared into the purple eyes as the feelings were strong. They.. were from Grian! Love, affection, want, passion, possessiveness.  Lips met his again and Scar kissed back easily, finding he knew exactly what Grian wanted of him. Pulling back after a moment as he blinked, "What?" he could only ask.
"You said you wanted to feel what being Connected was like... the hat I made you connects you to me," Grian told him, leaning their head on Scar's chest. Holding his hand and the feelings rushed over Scar, everything Grian felt for him, and Scar found he was returning them. He heard Grian sigh happily against his chest, their emotions tangled together, and Scar closed his eyes to it. 
After a long moment, Scar looked at Grian, "The wedding is tomorrow." and Grian hummed faintly to that, both of them were not sure what they'd do after that. A pause of silence, the emotions lingering between them, Scar found he liked the feeling. The roots in his head kept the hat snugly in place, connecting him to Grian, letting him feel all of this... But this was only a taste, right? Only a small bit of what it meant to be Connected.
He understood now what Grian meant by 'Empty' before. Scar wanted more, he wanted to feel it all, feel it with Grian, all he felt and more.  The hand squeezed his own, "Really?' Grian asked back to him, eyes looking up, pleading and lustful.  Scar squeezed it back, "Really." he smiled at them, longing, wanting, please, he wanted more. Grian leads him by his hand, over to the bed, pulling Scar to follow. Which he did, no questions asked. Trust. Trust. Trust. 
Lips met his again as they kissed slowly, Grian messing with his nightshirt. Moving it off his shoulders, touching against the skin slowly. Scar shivered, laying back on the bed as Grian was on top of him. "Fae love differently than mortals." they told him in a hushed tone, "You are mine after tonight Scar, you understand this?" he looked firm with those beautiful purple eyes.
"Yes," Scar said back in a surety tone, he wanted to be Grian, he wanted to be his forever. "Make me yours, and you be mine." another kiss at the words, a smile against his lips, bitting at the lower lip now. A soft moan escaped Scar's mouth as Grian moved down to kiss his neck. The purple mist was coming off Grian now, Scar inhaled it, it make his head spin, his body arched into Grian's hands. 
The emotions from Grian were overwhelming, swirling with his own as Grian moved his hands down. Scar groaned as they palmed him through his pants. Heat rushed through him, keening into the hand as Grian chuckled against his neck.
"Like that?" a teasing tone as Scar whined softly, "Good boy, let me take you in, let the mycelium love you as I love you." a kiss on his forehead as Grian opened his pants, and somehow his clothing just vanished off him.
Scar stared in awe at the other chest and one down as grian snickered kissing him again as he rubbed up against Scar. Etching out moans between kisses, it was hazy, he was rubbed all over. Prepped at one point as fingers stretched him open, making lewd sounds as Grian rubbed his insides.
"You'll be perfect soon Scar, connected and loved..." the purple eyes glowed as slowly Grian pushed inside him, making Scar toss back his head with a moan. Feeling how Grian fit snugly into him, each pulse of the dick inside him.  "G-Gri-." he stuttered out between moans and mewls as the other thrust into him. Scar kissed Grian again, hand petted his hair, the two were panting, foreheads together, their hats brushing also as their hands linked.
"Our Father Spore." Grian whispered, his voice off, like many overlaying it. Groaning as they kept going, Scar's own cock bounced a bit with each thrust. So many emotions, so much to take in, the room was covered in purple spores as Scar breathed them in. The earthy scent that he liked about Grian filled his lungs. Then Grian grunted and pushed up as Scar also felt his breath hitch. Warmth was on their stomach as Scar came, the ball of heat inside him uncoiling. And warmth was also inside him as Grian was taking deep breaths. 
Father. Father. Father.
Scar took deep breaths with Grian looking into his mate's eyes, kissing his head lightly as Grian smiled. The passion was still high between them though, even as Scar felt the threads link through his system. Another deep breath of purple spores and he smiled again. "I can go all night," he told his lover, his Mother Spore. The eyes lit up again, as Grian looked eager. "So could I." they agreed and shifted a bit making Scar groan. 
The maids would hate them in the morning.
Scar was grinning at Cub as he adjusted the outfit, "I look forward to today." he tells him, and he senses Cub. He never would have guessed the other was part of the hivemind. But it explains alot of how Grian knew about him and his father.  Cub grinned at him, "We all are." he said dusting off Scar's shoulders, "I'm happy for you both, Grian deserves someone who will love them for them." 
Warmth filled him, he could feel Grian's love, he could feel Mumbo's approval, and Pearl's giddy excitement. It was amazing, he could feel them all, who they were, and what they felt for him. Love. This was love, and Scar could say he was addicted to it already.  "Tonight the kingdom is ours, Father," Cub smirked up at him as Scar agreed. Tonight, he and Grian would bond, and tonight, his father would die. Excitement, Pearl was giggling in his head. Kill them. You deserve more than them. 
And he did, Scar truly believed that as he walked to the throne room for the party, to wait for his lover at the top of the stairs. He held back a smirk, watching the people below, the empty ones, some would be spared, others would not. No filth would taint their sporelings. Grian was giggling in his head, which made Scar smile more.
After a while, he turned and smiled at the radiant creature coming to him. "My love." he breathed out holding his hand, as Grian took it. "You are so beautiful." A smile, love, love, love, "I am beautiful? you are more so than me, my handsome Daddy." he teased, making Scar blush green around his cheeks, something glamor couldn't hide. 
Looping his arm around Scar's own, and a kiss on the cheek, "Tonight my handsome, tonight is our night." the eyes glowed, and Scar was grinning along with Grian.  "Anything for you my pretty bird," he whispered back as they walked down together eyes watching them. Both smiling, walking together arm and arm. Across the floor and up to the King and Queen. Cold eyes looked at Scar, looking them both over and judging them. Scar just smiled with a bow.
"Father." He said in a calm tone, "As promised, a marriage." Scar smiled at Grian who smiled back. His father narrowed his eyes and did not speak for a moment. No doubt the man was trying to find any fault, any reason to scorn his son. Not that Scar cared, as the hand in his own. Feeling Grian in his head, loving him, smiling at him. His feral energy, wanting to devour, to tear, to bring this kingdom into his. Possessive. Scar loved them dearly for it.
"And of the war?" He asked in a gruff tone, eyes gleaming at them. Scar looked at Grian with a smile, as his lover nodded with a slight incline of the head. Turning back to his father he smirked, "It ends tonight of course," he could feel their hunger, eyes all around, the Fae waiting to devour. His sweet sporelings were hungry, and what kind of Father would he be if he didn't spoil them a bit? "Good." Short and to the point, Scar nodded in agreement.
Yes, it was very good, so good, Scar felt his grin grow, almost inhuman. This man had hurt him, Grian growled in his head in agreement. They both had hurt him, they both were unworthy, the mycelium didn't want them, it wanted their blood though. 
His eyes grew greening, pupils slitting like a cat. He watched his father gap a bit as his sharp teeth grinned at him, "It ends with your blood to feed my lovely mycelium, father." he spat out the word. Like ravenous animals, the sporelings descended, people started to scream, and glass shattered. Scar towered over his mother and father who were on their feet. 
Their son stood there, taller than before, he still had muscles, but his waist was a little thing. A lean build really. Ear pointed up, and eyes glowing almost. Mushrooms grew on his shoulders, and he grinned. The wings on his back were boney, and a transparent blue color as they flapped. For show really, Scar felt the tensions fade. Glamor was a pain, no wonder Grian looked tired some day before last night. Hiding this took work.
Beside him, his lover, his beloved Mother Spore. Slightly taller too, shark-like teeth and bright purple eyes with large purple wings that had mushrooms on them as well. Powerful, free, magic tangled the air, they were free, free to do as they wanted. Their Sporelings were hissing, growling, laughing. Such children some were, but Scar felt fondness that he sent out getting a happy feeling in return.
They were terrifying, smelling the fear the King and Queen gave out. His father opened his mouth to yell at him, but a clawed hand gripped his neck harshly, cutting off the rant that the man was no doubt about to do. A rush of power, Scar had the man's life in his hands, he grinned, dark, hungry, this man would die tonight at his feet. 
"You have no power anymore over me King Dorian," Scar growled out, green spores rushing around him. "You will be devoured by my shrooms, to feed the earth and their strength. Best fate I can give for filth like you." the claws dug in drawing blood.
Grian was gripping his mother hard as she was sobbing and crying. Scar felt no remorse for them though, they only cared for themselves, never for him, never for Grian, and never for his sporelings. she watched him be hurt, watched him beg for affection, watched him cry, and always told him to shut up. Shoving him off, and turning her back to him. To go with other lovers, to turn to a bottle, and to only ever give him a contempt scowl. 
Blood was on the ground, and as the screams did die down, there were new connections being made. Some passed out as the mycelium took hold of their bodies, pulling them into the comfort and love of the hivemind.
Scar took a breath looking at the blood of his father on the ground, as the mushrooms grew out of the still-warm body. eating at the skin and decaying it quickly.
Grian touched his cheek looking at the loving purple eyes. "I love you," he told him, though the words need not be said, Scar could feel them. "I love you too." but it felt nice to say them, felt nice to speak them. Affirmation, a dedication out loud and in their heads, as he took Grian's hand and lead him to the floor. A hand on the waist, on the shoulder, as Grian smiled ever so lovingly up at him.
One two three. They stepped together around the floor, while their children happily fed and watched with smiles. Mumbo was humming to himself with a fond smile as Pearl was too, watching the two be lost in each other's gaze. Their kingdom would no doubt flourish under them, and expand ever more so.
Green and purple spores filled the room with an earthy scent that was sweet as can be. Scar smiled lovingly as he kiss Grian softly.
He was happy.
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frankly i think we'd all be a lot happier if money just never existed to begin with
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Koner (Snow) | A Song of Ice and Fire/ Game of Thrones || Body Worship // Table Sex
Koner the Bastard; 2.8k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED, Swearing, Give This Bitch A Backstory (bitches love those), Combining Book and Show Lore Because I Can, Implied Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence (canon typical), Cuckolding, Voyeurism (i think?), Kissing, Oral (female receiving), Breeding Kink
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Before he was a guard in Winterfell sworn to protect the Lady Sansa Stark, Koner was just a Hornwood bastard. The Lord Hornwood already had a trueborn son and treated his bastards Larence and Koner as his own, but a Snow still inherits neither lands nor loyalties and when every last one of the trueborn Hornwoods were slain by House Bolton after the Red Wedding, Koner became nothing as the second natural son of a dead house. 
But back then, when the house, the forests, and the river belonged to his lordly sire, Koner and his brothers were sent to serve other noble northern lords. Larence to Deepwood Motte, and Koner to Castle Cerwyn. Lord Medger Cerwyn had salt and pepper hair and he was a handsome fellow for his age with a wife some twenty years younger than him. His brother was handsome too, but there was something deeply unnerving about the man– his friends called him Ubba Blooddrinker, the Seven help him. And it was the lord's brother who came one night to get a few guards. 
“Lord’s orders,” Blooddrinker grumbles with a hand on the hilt of his broadsword. 
Ten men are ordered to stand in a row as their lord surveys them. He walks the line, inspecting the men but for what, Koner is not sure. And when the lord stops in front of him, he lingers. Medger pulls the cap off of Koner’s head, examining his cropped copper hair. 
“How old are you, boy,” he asks. 
“Nine-and-ten, m’lord…” 
Lord Cerwyn nods. “You’ll do, boy. The rest of you, go! And you follow me.” 
The lord rambles as he leads Koner through the castle, silver cloak swaying in his wake. “You’re no Cerwyn but you’ll do. My father and his father both went gray before they were twenty, same as I did. What did you say your name was, boy?” 
“K-Koner Snow, m’lord,” the boy’s hands shake and he tries to control his voice. “My lord, w-where are we going? What is it you need me to do?” 
Lord Cerwyn stopped with his hand on the door at the top of the tower and turned stoically. “My wife.” 
Seven years you have been trying to bear a child. Some women lose theirs in the womb, but you could not even fill yours. It wasn’t until your lord husband Medger admitted (without recourse) that he had mistresses who also did not conceive with his seed. Thankfully his conclusion was not the egotistical one you expected– he knew it was he who could not give the child. But an heir was still needed to inherit Castle Cerwyn, and the lord was willing to put his pride aside and adopt a son by any man if you bore one.
This agreement about 'any mans son' occurred after he gave you to his cruel brother, and the Blooddrinker was not kind to you. Medger reasoned the babe could still be a Cerwyn by blood if Ubba sired, but he stopped arguing with you when you showed him the bruises on your arms and the dried blood on your thighs. 
I cannot give you a son if I am dead, you had whispered angrily. Ubba listens to no man, not even you. If you allow him to bed me again, he will ruin me– he may kill me. Do you understand? 
So this time, your lord husband was supposed to be bringing you a different man, one who could be trusted at least to keep his silence. You did not expect the young man he brought, or even know his face. 
“M’lord,” you greeted Medger and bowed your head, puzzled. 
“I’ve brought you a gift, wife,” Medger replied, pushing the boy roughly forward. 
He stumbles but catches himself, big watery eyes wide and trained on your slippers as he kneels quickly and mutters your honorific. Most bannermen in the castle did the same– avoided your eye and treated you as delicately as a flower. You could only surmise that that was how all ladies were treated in castle Cerwyn (and it made you quite lonely sometimes). 
You catch your husband trying to leave and call him back. “Medger! You must explain to… Koner… what you need of him. Please.” 
Your husband sighs and doubles back, towering over Koner to intimidate him. “You. Fuck my wife. Give me an heir because I can’t fucking do it, and if she’s not with child when you’re done, I’ll put my sword through you. Got it?”
Koner nods frantically and your husband left. You rolled your eyes and ordered your handmaiden to draw a bath for the man, then helped him to his feet. 
"Forgive him, dear, it's an unusual situation we find ourselves in, and he's rather grumpy about it," you tell him gently. 
Koner lets you hold his arm and swallows hard at the manner of your dress. Your thin, white shift and braided green robe sit low on your arms, baring all of your shoulders and the silver pendant that sits at your throat (as well as what looks like healing finger markings too, which makes him concerned). He undresses quickly under your heated supervision and slips into the warm water, groaning embarrassingly loud as the heat soaks into his bones and crevasses. 
"Take these to wash, Maggie," you instruct your handmaiden (a girl of ten maybe). "I trust the bath is to your liking, Ser Koner." 
Koner dips his head under the water and comes back up, shaking it like a dog. "In truth, I've never had a hot bath before, m'lady. And I'm no ser, m'lady, just a bastard like the rest of them." 
You offer him a sweet smile and prop yourself on a stool to wipe a cloth over his brow. "Oh! It seems I've accidentally made a clean spot. I suppose I'll have to do the rest, won't I?" 
It was curious, being flirted with by a highborn woman (and a very beautiful, very married one, no less), but it didn't stop him from nuzzling into your touch or needing to hide his swelling cock with his hand. You noticed, of course, but let him be for now and continued to wash his face. 
"You are very handsome, Koner. How old are you?" 
"Nine-and-ten, m'lady," he answered and leaned deeper into your touch. 
"Younger than I," you mutter. "Have you been with a woman before, Koner? Have you children of your own?" 
At this, the boy's face turned pink (now you can see thanks to removing all of the caked dirt from it). "No m'lady. I've been with a woman, I mean, but I've no children I know of. B-but I know how to do it, if that's what you mean." 
You chuckle airly and cup his pretty face in your hands. "I've no doubt that you and I will figure something out." 
Koner won't leave the water until it's winter cold and he shivers as you wrap a thin cotton towel around his wet body. Even though he looks leaner than most northmen, you can still feel the latent strength in his muscles and take the opportunity to explore his body under the guise of helping him get dry. Not that he minds, of course, he won't touch you even though his fingers itch to feel how soft your skin is. 
"Alright, darling?," you ask mirthfully. 
"Yes, I…" the boy's pretty eyes grow wide with awe and worry. "This isn't some kind of test, is it? The lord's not going to come in here and gut me for touching you?" 
You pet his copper locks and get him to sit on the bed. "This is not a test, love. It's a hard thing for a man to admit that he can't conceive. You have his blessing and mine. But you don't have to if you don't want–" 
"No, I," his pretty chocolate button eyes dip down to the gold latch keeping your robe tucked over your breasts, "I want to, if I have your blessing…" 
You smile kindly and gather the length of your clothes from the floor. "Then lean back on the bed, and move this off." 
Dreamily, Koner flops onto the bed and pulls the towel aside, bearing himself beneath you as you climb onto his lap. His warm hands find purchase on your hips and he lifts himself back up to kiss you quickly. 
"Is that alright, m'lady? Or… should I not…?" 
You answer him by kissing him again and carding your fingers through his damp hair. "It's fine, love. Now…" 
You pull him into another kiss and feel his hands caress your sides, still not daring to rid you of your clothes so you do it for him, undoing the clasp and letting your robe fall off the bed to the floor. Koner brushes his tongue along your teeth, asking for entrance while his hands slip under your whisper thin shift and knead and grasp at your curves. 
You pull the last barrier of clothing over your head and toss it aside, bearing yourself completely to this stranger who has devoted himself to your husband's service. 
You roll your hips forward and gasp softly into his mouth and you can feel the boy smirking against your lips. "My mates poke fun at me for it sometimes– say I'd split a girl in two with my manhood. But a whore in wintertown showed me how to get her proper ready so I don't make another girl cry." 
He rolls you over so he's on top and gazes deep into your eyes. "I won't hurt you, m'lady. Tell me if you want to stop and I will, just say the word." 
Tears gather at the waterline of your eyes but you don't let them fall. You know he's seen the bruises on your throat and the worse ones on your arms and drawn conclusions about them. Your womanhood aches but only with the terrible memory and you nod your head to keep from sobbing. Koner kisses the end of your nose and begins a trail of more, just as soft and sweet from your neck to the base of your belly. It feels good to have his nose brush down a line and feel his breath disturb the curls at the top of your mound. 
You tangle your fingers in his hair again and gasp as you feel him nudge between your thighs. "Koner? What are you… oh!" 
Your whole body trembles as you feel his hot tongue lave across your sex and instantly flush with white hot heat. Koner doesn't mind your taste for he does it a second time, and a third, this time moaning like you are no different from a delicious meal. You don't mean to but you press his head down into your sex as if he would stop for anything other than your command. 
"Oh my…" you bite your tongue as you feel a callused finger slip inside you. No man had ever shown you so much care for your comfort or attentiveness towards your pleasure. It seemed to you as though he enjoyed the delicate sounds slipping out of you and he wanted more. You wanted more too, growing impatient. "Koner, please. Need you…" 
You aren't even sure what you are asking him for until you have it– a second finger inserted beside the first and pumping you to fullness. The stretch burns only a moment and then the gentle massage takes it away, increasing the stretch just a little more every few thrusts. You aren't familiar with whatever part of your body his tongue plays with, but you love it and feel a coil in your lower half start to twist into knots. 
Koner lifts his head and he explains barely above a whisper, "need you to feel good, my lady. I need you to give me a sign that you feel good or I can't give you what you need." 
"I am– I do, you're making me feel very, very good, Koner," you sigh and twitch under his ministrations.
But he shakes his head. "No you haven't, but you will," and he puts his tongue back to work, twisting the coil tighter and hearing your breath come fast and higher with every take until the coil snaps and your thighs clamp shut around his ears. 
When the pleasure dies down and you free him, he lifts himself up and crawls over you with a prideful glimmer in his eye. "That's what I was looking for." 
"Koner," you say in a scolding tone. "I'm ready. No more play, come here." 
He pouts but does as you command, pushing his thick cock into your womanhood slowly. Even after all that preparation, it still burns to take him and you wrap your arms around his head hanging on for dear life. When he bottoms out, you feel relief wash over you, as well as pride as Koner groans needily into your shoulder. 
"There is no comfort like the inside of a beautiful woman," he mutters into the bed. "I could die like this." 
"Don't," you laugh, "I still need you!" 
"As you command, my lady." 
His thrusts were slow and gentle. It felt nice, like being loved. But that is not the purpose of this tryst and you are getting far too familiar with this boy. 
“Koner,” you say in a motherly tone, “move. Faster. You’ll never spill your seed like this.” 
Koner gives you big, doe eyes and brushes his nose against yours. “Don’t want this to end so soon. I’ll finish, and your lord husband will send me back to the cold stables. I’ll never see you again my lady, except in passing. Or get to hold you like this… kiss you like this…” 
You pet his hair and kiss his forehead but you are interrupted by Lord Medger returning to your bedchambers. Koner freezes, cock buried deep inside you and his bare ass exposed. Your husband is unperturbed and puts his hands on his hips like an exasperated father. 
“Having another go at it, are we?,” he asks. 
“Not exactly, dear.” Koner flinches and you hold him fast to your chest to keep him from trying to crawl off of you and hide. “I want to keep him, if that’s alright.” 
Now, Lord Medger’s face turns angry. “Fuck do you mean keep him? You’ll not keep him as your pet or your whore!” 
“Calm, my love. I meant for a short time. Let me keep him for three days.” You resist the urge to stroke Koner’s hair under the watchful eye of your husband’s gaze and ignore the fearful question on the boy’s face. “The more seed I take, the better chance I can give you a son. Is that not what you are after?” 
Medger stares at you hard, but gives an almost imperceptible nod. “As you wish. And if he fails to put a child in your belly, you’ll watch me cut his throat.” 
“If I am not with child when this is over, I will cut it for you,” you reply, much to the dismay of the poor man laying atop you. “Now please, my lord, let us have the room. Unless.. You’d like to watch?”
Koner’s head shook from the corner of your eye and your husband rolled his eyes and left with a command to the guards to keep watch. As soon as the door closes, you offer your distraught lover a warm smile and kiss his hair. “I was only jesting, dear. You’ll surely make a mother of me. Shall we continue?” 
Hesitantly, Koner nods and swirls his hips, the soft flesh between you becoming very tacky. You sigh contentedly as he rolls with deeper, firmer strokes and close your eyes as pleasure builds in your belly again. Koner’s cock brushes something spongy inside of you and you moan involuntarily. 
“That’s it, love, more…” 
Feeling confident that he was enough in your favor, he grows bold again. “I hope the gods make your firstborn a girl.” 
You giggle in surprise. “What for?” 
Koner gives you a charming, boyish smile and fucks you a little faster now that he has your full attention. “So’s I can prove my worth– and get your lord husband to let me share your bed again.” 
You laugh again but the sound is cut short by the bump of his hips pistoning into yours and feel your walls flutter again like they did when he was licking you. Koner’s eyelids flutter at the feeling and he fucks you through your pleasure in search of his own, a charm tied around his neck dangling above your face and swinging hypnotically. 
“I want to give you so many girls,” he mutters, “imagine I give you ten girls before I give you a son. I’ll keep you warm all winter long, my lady.” 
You hum as you feel him nearing his end, listening to the symphony of grunts in your ears. “Such a blessing. Now come for me, Koner.” 
Obedient as a dog, the man stills and grunts low in his chest, face flushing with blood and muscles rippling in his neck before you falls to the wayside and pants wildly. Again, you stroke his hair– so soft, those copper curls– and tuck yourself into his arms. “Rest, eat, fuck. That’ll be our next few days.” 
Koner chortles and presses his forehead to yours. “I look forward to it.”
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Look this is late but I HAD to I wasn’t happy with what I had started and now I can live with this. Tell me you wouldn't take this little shit to bed and keep him during the Long Night I DARE YOU
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Rereading JJK again
(Light spoilers maybe??)
I have so many feelings on JJK it’s not even funny. Going back to the beginning of it all, how simple life was for Yuji before everything. How a simple request, to help people, would lead to the most devastating, traumatic experience of this boy’s life. Along with Megumi who was there to collect the curse object and just happened to come across Yuji. He was suppose to kill Yuji for eating Sukuna’s finger but then he wanted him to live. A personal request. That personal request is what made him go through the worst pain imaginable.
I feel like these two world should have never collided in a sense. Megumi and Yuji were never suppose to know/be around each other at all. Fate is a cruel mistress in JJK but also a pleasant one because they found each other and will stick by each other. Even if it was Sukuna that did them in. I’m just think about the possibilities of what it could have been you know?
Sorry for my insane ramblings bc I’m sad rereading the beginning and knowing what happens (this is all for an AU btw and I’m going through the ringer a second time).
Gege I fucking despise you.
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clockworkspider · 1 year
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please do tell us about your villainess isekai OCs 👀 👀
WELL I’M GLAD YOU ASKED! (No, really, thank you for giving me an opportunity to ramble. You don’t have to read all of this.) 
So the Villainess transmigrator is a person who lives by the philosophy of “do no harm but take no shit”. In her previous life, her father was a murderer in a publicized case, and served a lifetime in prison. Despite the negative press haunting her family, she was raised with love by her single mother, who drilled this philosophy into her skull before she passed away, “the world is not fair, but as long as you live an honest and upright life, you can live with your head held high regardless of other people’s judgements.” 
That’s the path she plan to take in this life. She will live an honest and good life, and if she’s still cast as a Villainess, well, she’s already died once. At least she’d be able to die without shame. 
(She died pushing a jaywalking child away from oncoming vehicle, as they do in this genre.) 
She devoted her time to philanthropy, and didn’t work particularly hard to ingratiated herself with the cast, but she was good to them and was generally as good a person as one can be while being a parasitic noble in an oligarchy. By the time the plot started she had a good reputation and decent rapport with the cast. 
When the Heroine showed up, she was different from what the Villainess had remembered… The heroine of the game was a quiet, nondescript girl. This girl was quiet, but seemed oddly intense, the Villainess kept feeling like the Heroine was watching her. 
One day, while humming the tune of a pop-song from her previous life, the Heroine overheard. The girl’s eyes widened and, with desperate hope, came up and clutched the Villainess’s hands, “I knew it! You’re from the real world too, aren’t you?” 
The Heroine was the child of immigrants in her past life. She was drilled all her life with how much sacrifices her parents had made so she could live a good life. She became a lawyer as her parents had wished, but just when she reached her desired salary, she became disillusioned by both her job and the expectations of her parents. She decided to quit her job at the prestigious law firm to work with a non-profit, much to the dismay of her parents. 
She was heading to her new job when she swerved her car to avoid a jaywalking child. A woman came out of nowhere to push the child away, and she wasn’t able to avoid hitting her. She lost control of her car and crashed. 
The Heroine felt horrible about dying, and about still being alive. She felt like she had abandoned her parents, who had sacrificed their lives in their homeland to give her the chance for a better one. Even tho she’s still alive, everything she knew was gone. Despite her role as the protagonist of an otome game, she had a hard time actually connecting with any of the characters because that’s what they were, characters. They follow a script which she had read multiple times through multiple play-throughs. None of them seemed real. 
None of them except the Villainess and her Servant. Those are the only two people who are off-script. 
(The Villainess’s Servant was originally one of the Heroine’s love interests from the game. In the game, he was an abused, quiet young man that the Protagonist had to "rescue" from his cruel mistress. In this life, he was the first to notice that there was something different about his mistress. In a moment of desperate loneliness, our Villainess confessed that she was in fact a different person, and that she was not from this world. He had a hard time believing her, but couldn't really do much about it. She made a deal with him, he would keep her secret and give her pointers about living in this world, in exchange, she'd take care of his sick sister and allow him to join in on her lessons.
Throughout time the Servant becomes an important confidante to the Villainess, and he also gains a more open and snarky personality. Hence being off-script. 
From this, the Heroine came to the conclusion that the Villainess has the power to make characters “self-actualize” by diverging from the script.)
The Heroine was ecstatic to find someone real. Someone who understood meme references, who had seen anime, who had experienced the internet, who knew pop music, ate Chinese food, took the subway. She latched onto the Villainess immediately and promised she’d never let the Villainess meet her original fate. They immediately bonded. (Even tho the Villainess is a bit put-off by the Heroine’s intensity.) 
The Heroine was there to shield the Villainess from every misunderstanding, and made sure everyone was able to see her friend for the good person she is.
The Heroine wants to change the world. She is not satisfied with getting the Happy Ending of the game. She is not satisfied with running an orphanage with the Villainess and occasional charity work. What about after they pass away? Will the next nobles be just as benevolent? No, there has to be systematic changes. They need to provide the masses with education. They need to reduce class difference and bring about the age of enlightenment.
(Because if she died, if she couldn’t prove her life’s worth to her parents, then at least she could make some real difference in this world. If she changed the world, maybe then her death would have meaning.)
And to do that, she needs to marry the Prince.
So, basically, you have a Heroine who is fixated on doing good, and a Villainess who is fixated on being good.
The Heroine asks the Villainess to not interfere with the Prince’s route. She’s going to follow that route and make him marry her. The Villainess just have to cancel their engagement amicably and she’d be able to avoid her canon fate. 
The Villainess was not fully on-board with the Heroine’s ambitions. She think the Heroine’s being reckless. Why can’t they just do the good that’s in front of them? But she’s a rather detached person, and doesn’t try to sway others from their opinions. So she agreed to cancel her engagement, and the Prince does fall for the Heroine, and marries her.
The thing the Heroine doesn’t realize is, the characters has always been sentient… She’s just too blinded by her grief for her previous life to see it. The Prince had genuinely fallen in love with this woman, who was kind and intelligent and a little mysterious. And this fascinating woman seem to only ever have eyes for him and the Villainess. Which makes him feel special, but also a little jealous. He used a magical charm to spy on them. That’s how he found out that his wife has some very dangerous political ambitions.
The Prince’s whole characterization is that he grew up surrounded by people who were trying to use him. In the game, the Heroine ends up winning his heart by genuinely caring about him as a person. To hear that the Heroine doesn’t even see him as being sentient, and only wants to use him for power, and had essentially manipulated him… It really broke him. Plus, her political ambitions will literally destroy the power of the monarchy, everything he stands for and must preserve. Further investigation yields that she’s meddling with magic.
He has no choice but to lock her up. 
The Prince could not imprison the Villainess without proof of treason, since the Villainess’s family has a lot of political sways. She had also been a good friend since childhood, and she wasn’t the one to break his heart. So he didn’t go after her.
The Villainess had lived her life somewhat detached, and kept people at arm’s length. But now she had come to realize that, in the Heroine’s pursuit of her ambition, she was heading towards the fate of the OG!Villaness of the game. She realized that this was the first time she’s ever had a friend who was willing to fight for her, to protect her against slander, when she never had a friend like that in her past life. And she couldn’t let the Heroine die, or remain locked up forever. She has to rescue her friend.
Anyway… The Heroine’s journey is to learn to let go of her past and truly live this life, to value and enjoy it beyond achieving accomplishments, to see the NPCs as people. The Villainess’s journey is also to truly live this life, but in the sense of actually valuing it and the people in it, and to fight for what’s important for her. 
The Prince’s journey will be to unlearn the divine right of king (lol) but also to gain confidence and self-respect and know that he doesn’t need a hot girl to be in love with him (no, well, sorta).
And they still get to change the world together!! Somehow! There should be at least 2 more OG love interests that I never thought about. Also... will there be actual romance here? Will the poor Prince ever find true love? All very good questions I don't haven answers to yet.
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techni-kolor · 6 months
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Since everything has been ChaosTM lately I finally decided to share a little snippet from my Domestic DoA universe! ^-^
Find the details about this AU here!
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"Nikolai, you've been in the bathroom for two hours. You'd better have drowned in there!"
Sigma pounded a fist against the door, rattling the hinges and letting their frustration shake the rickety frame like the worst alarm clock known to man.
"Nikolai, I swear!" They yelled.
"Just a few more minutes, Sig!"
"Yes, of course. A few more minutes, he says." Sigma repeated flatly to themself. "Don't use all the hot water this time!"
They leaned up against the hallway wall. Frustration was an almost constant companion; far too many eccentric people being crammed into a rather tiny apartment was not conducive to relaxation. Neither was the fact that Nikolai seemed intent on nearly drowning himself at every given opportunity with the longest showers since the invention of indoor plumbing.
"Kolya, I swear–"
The door slammed open, Nikolai's damp frame filling it completely as he posed in the steamy silhouette that drifted out of the bathroom. At least he was clothed, this time. His black jeans and signature checkered sweatshirt were at odds with the humid air, but perfectly catered to the crisp autumn outside and were worn as the manufacturer had intended. A rare occurrence.
He blinked haphazardly. One eye cut vertically with a thick, silvery scar that traced from his brow to his cheekbone and the other hazy as well with his permanently obscured vision.
"Good morning, Sigma! How are you on this fine day?"
"I'd be better if I had been able to shower when I planned. Forty-five minutes ago."
"Time certainly is a cruel mistress!" Nikolai said cheerfully, tossing back his damp braid over one shoulder. "I suppose she forsake me while I was caught up bathing."
"Uh-huh."
"Alas, I am merely a pawn in this endless chessboard of life. I can not be held responsible for the placement I have been assigned or my efforts to break free of this jailing we call a schedule. Can't you see the folly of it all, Sigma! I may be unable to visualize this world, yet I am–"
"Are you done?" Sigma interrupted. "With the shower, not the monologue."
Nikolai's infamous rambles were well known to last for hours when unchecked.
"Yeah, I'm all good there." He chirped, snagging the dirty towel off the rack and skipping across the cheap tile floor towards the kitchen. "Enjoy!"
"Hard to do with no hot water or time to get ready, but sure." Sigma muttered to themself, stepping into the bathroom.
Only to nearly slide to their doom as their shaky feet caught on a stray piece of clothing.
"Next time don't leave your dirty socks on the floor!"
"Those aren't mine!"
Sigma slowly began to count to ten in their head.
"They belong to Fedya! He showered last night, pretty sure. Ask him!"
There was absolutely zero chance that Sigma was going to consult Fyodor on the location of his clothing again. The last time had been an exercise in confusion, futility, and a stark reminder of why he and Nikolai were so close despite their contrasting personalities.
Maybe the hot water would wash off some of the frustration. Or at least the lint from Fyodor's dirty socks and Nikolai's half dried puddles of leftover soap that somehow always found their way outside of the shower curtain.
Sigma sighed.
Another day in paradise.
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