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1800jjbarnes · 5 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏 : 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

【Synopsis】 : Your undead lover had finally come back from a late night hunt, finding you shivering from the winter weather. But do not fret, as he was...skilled in keeping others warm-ish.

『W.C』 : 1.0k

-> Genre: Fantasy. Smut. Supernatural.

Pairing: Vampire!Steve x Fae!Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Nipply play. Fingering. Wax play. Steve got cold some ass hands. Teasing.

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To say it was freezing was an understatement. You were curled up in a ball of blankets in front of a dying fire. And you would have gotten up if not for the warm spot you had made. Moving required opening your cocoon to the frost, and you were in no way about to do that.

“My my… don’t you look warm.” A deep chuckle caught your ears, tilting your head a bit. You saw a tall shadow standing by the now-opened bay window. The broad figure closed the window quicker than your voice to ask for it to be shut. It was Steve coming back from a late-night hunt. He and his friends had gone out despite the cold―but then again, they do not feel such temperature drops like you—Fae—in search of some food. Given the stains on his shirt, you’d say he found what he was after.

“I’m a literal Faerie ice pop. There is nothing warm about me.” You grunted feeling displeasure at the change of weather. It wasn’t supposed to get this cold until the later months, so you were a little―and by that, it means a lot―underprepared. Steve hummed, moving to the fire, picking up some of the dry wood from the rack before placing some more to begin to heat up the room. You sigh in contentment as a silent way of saying thanks, which Steve understood.

“I would offer to help keep you warm. But I’m afraid that's not in my department.” He tisk, slightly irritated in himself for being undead. No heartbeat, meaning no hot blood pumping through his veins. So he was permanently cold, well, until he cuddles with you. Then his coldness drifts away quite quickly. “Actually… I could help.” He sat down on the end of the couch, leaning himself forward so he was hovering over you, making sure his face was inches from yours.

“You just gotta heat me up a little first.” Steve's cold lips kiss your whimpering warm ones. His tongue slipped in your mouth, drawing a moan from you perfectly distracting you from his hands slowly undoing your folded blankets. Once he manages to hook his long fingers under the split, he opens the fabrics abruptly, showing off your bare chest. “No clothes?”

“Clothing is uncomfortable to sleep in when you are covered in so many blankets.” You had a point, but Steve still had to laugh lightly at your words. You huffed, beginning to feel the cool on your exposed skin, your nipples standing tall from the frosty breeze. Steve's cold fingers pinched them, gently sending a gasp reeling of your tongue. His cool skin felt different compared to the coldness of the weather. Like there was a hint of fire burning within. He rolled the nub under the tip of his finger before releasing it and doing the same to the other. His free hand snaked slowly down your belly, making you feel everything shiver that his cold skin touched.

“You still cold darling?” He had the cheek to ask, knowing full well that you were still feeling the freezing breeze around you, even the fire no longer helping. Before you could think of a repose that would be more the surely laced with attitude, your mind suddenly short-circuited.

“Holy shit!” You shrieked, gasping for air as you felt Steve's ice-cold appendages slide between your hot folds before pushing inside your cunt. But this time instead of yelling at him, your mind was slipping into a pleasurable hazy. You were no longer annoyed with him. Not when his cold fingers were nestled snugly in your soaking pussy. It was something you’ve never felt before, having trouble in describing it, even to yourself. All you knew is that you wanted more.

“You okay, Sugar?” his sinister grin and low chuckle made you aware he knew what he was doing. You nodded like an idiot as he started to curl his fingers gently, adding another one as he thrust slowly in and out. After a few moments of him using his fingers along with placing his icy thumb on your clit he knew you were not going to last much longer. You were enjoying the sensation, letting your moans echo around the room, while your back started arching. This was when Steve decided he was going to tip you over the edge.

Without taking his hand out of you, he reached for one of the candles that sat on the small table in front of you both. He sped up his movement, making sure you wouldn’t notice him moving around. Luckily, you kept your eyes closed more focused on the feeling his fingers were gifting you. And then he dripped some hot wax over your exposed chest, catching your nipples and sensitive skin.

“Fuck!” You hissed snapping your eyes open to see the candle tilted in your lover's hands.

“What? You said you wanted to be warm.” He laughed, dripping some more, but this time on your tummy, making you take in a deep, sharp breath. He stroked your walls and rubbed your like at a heavenly pace, all the while finding new places on your naked body to drip more wax, making you a moaning mess.

“S-Stevie. I’m gonna, fuuckk.”

“Damn Darling, don’t you look so pretty like this.” Power rumbled in his gut, making him feel a sense of authority from how your body reacted to him. You shivered while your thighs snapped shut around his arm, bucking your stuttering hips. You came so hard you nearly blacked out, but Steve was there to draw you slowly down your high.

Well, at the end of all this. He certainly kept his promise to make you feel warmer.

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jq37 · 3 months

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The Report Card – Fantasy High Junior Year Ep 1

We're SO Back

School is back in session y’all!!!!

Fantasy High has returned to us after a long break and I am thrilled to come out of my recapping hiatus to bring back the Report Card for Junior Year! You know I could let my favorite chaotic high schoolers go un-analyzed!

This episode wastes no time in getting started so neither will I. Brennan makes what I think is a very strong narrative choice by starting us in media res at the end of a classic Bad Kids adventure. It is the summer between Sophomore and Junior Year and the party has spent the last four months hot on the trail of the dreaded Night Yorb.

We catch up to our Intrepid Heroes in the Red Waste and they’re trying to catch up to the Night Yorb which is a big, eldritch, manta ray like monster who threatens to plunge the entire world into darkness, creating a very slow (but still effective!) apocalypse! The Night Yorb is flanked by its groupies, made up of members of the many cults dedicated to it (collectively known as “Yorbies”).

As I said, the Bad Kids are hot on its trail, in (and on) the Hangvan. Gorgug (who has been leaning more into his Artificer vibes lately) has outfitted the top of the Hangvan with a solar lasso that can be used to capture and reel in the Night Yorb so that Fig and Adaine can defeat it with a magical sigil. I’m gonna quickly run down where everyone is and what they’re doing:

Adaine and Fig are both standing on top of the Hangvan in order to spring the sigil when the time comes. Adaine is also joined by Boggy and a new addition, Moggy the Doggy (aka, Mordekainen’s Faithful Hound), which is a very round, very cute, very invisible Pomeranian looking dog.

Gorgug is also up top with them because he’s manning the solar lasso.

Fabian is inside the Hangvan along with Baby (aka Wretchrot, aka Fig’s screeching blood imp who has no mechanical benefit unless she takes another level of Warlock as Brenan keeping reminding us) and Ecaf, a mirror with a sultry voice that Fabian is *heavily* flirting with, much to everyone’s discomfort. It’s tres Narcissus. (Also, ha, Face backwards. I see you Brennan).

Kristen is in the back with Fabian and Riz is driving, even though he is WAY too small to effectively be driving a Gorgug sized van.

The Hangman–Fabian’s trusty motorcycle/hellhound–is out in front of the Hangvan.

Also Squeem is on the roof with the others! Beloved, fan favorite Squeem!

Yeah, so this episode does a thing of pretending like we’re jumping into the last episode of an arc that we’ve seen every episode of and introducing characters in a very Sam Reich, “He’s been there this whole time” way even though it’s their first appearance. I think it’s very funny and it reminds me of that Community episode where they’re all flashing back to episodes that never aired. But anyway, I mention this so that if I mention a name and you’re like “Whomst?” it’s probably just a bit, you’re not forgetting a major character.

Anyway, we’re joining this chase already in progress which means our kids are hurt and down spell slots but their opponents are as well. The distribution is pretty uneven–Adaine is way less hurt than Fabian and Kristen for instance, which honestly checks out (curious how they decided on that though).

Because this episode is just one big battle sequence for the most part, I’m going to follow the precedent I set in the recaps for The Seven and just give the highlights in bullets and then do an analysis on where all the Bad Kids are right now at the end:

Murph comes in hot, using his first action of the new season to shoot his gun and doing 30 points of damage with a 27 to hit. New year, new Murph!

Siobhan invokes the corn cuties debacle from fight one and all the falling off the tables that happened. Clearly, a bit of Adaine’s oracle energy is rubbing off on her because the next thing that happens in that Fabian decides to jump on top of the Hangvan to cast Faerie Fire on the Night Yorb (which has shrouded itself in magical darkness), rolls the first Nat 1 of the season, absolutely eats it, and gets run over by Riz–narrowly avoiding going down. He’s ultimately fine–The Hangman comes and picks him up–but it’s not a very auspicious star from Master Fabian.

Emily and Murph have a cute moment of womping Brennan back to back by using Silvery Barbs to make him reroll two attacks on the Hangvan–one of which is a crit–and then giving each other the advantage on the next roll.

Kristen is a real pillar in this encounter–holding up the Circle of Power spell that allows her friends to ignore big chunks of damage that absolutely would have dropped them. But throughout the entire fight, her patron goddess, Cassandra, keeps trying to talk to her and Kristen keeps leaving her on read–we’ll get more into that in a bit.

Adaine comes in clutch with a Nat 1 portent roll to stop the NIght Yorb from resisting Gorgug’s attempt to reel it in further. Truly, the best time to roll a Nat 1 in this game. Divination Wizards are awesome!

We learn that “Don’t Speak of the Night Yorb” is more than just a silly bit when Fig realizes that saying its name makes it heal up which isn’t great because they’ve been *very* cavalier about invoking its name.

Squeem gets a big emotional goodbye with Gorgug on top of the Hangvan, heroically leaps off to fend off some Yorbies…and then rolls a 2 and totally faceplants. No! Squeem! Beloved fan favorite Squeem! They already had to revivify you once!

On the Night Yorb’s turn, Brennan does an attack and shakes so many dice that it sounds like maracas. It’s 61 points of damage and squishy wizard Adaine goes down, but everyone else stays up–large in part due to Kristen’s aforementioned Circle of Power. (Siobhan, describing how bad her saving rolls were zings two separate friends saying, “It was Fabian level nasty. I fucking Murph’d it.”)

Luckily, Fig and Gorgug are up on the roof with Adaine so she does not go sliding off the van when she goes down. They catch her before she can fall.

At this point the Van has sustained a lot of damage so Murph reminds the teacher that they have homework/Brennan that they have to roll for a mishap. That turns out to be the breaks blowing out. Now, all the Van can do is accelerate! It’s just like the movie Speed!

Two more characters who we totally know and have been here this whole time show up to help–Balthazar and Duggan McCann! A cool grizzled veteran and a centaur cowboy. Riz immediately starts doing cool guy banter with them because he’s somehow convinced them that he’s cool (which he is for the record, just in a completely different way lol). Unfortch, Baz almost right away gets eaten by the NIght Yorb. Who’s gonna take care of his litter (?) of parrots?????

At this point in the fight, everyone gets a ping on their crystals, reminding them that school starts in three days. This stresses everyone out more than the fight that they’re currently in.

Fig brings up Adaine with a Healing Word but she immediately has to do Wis save with the rest of the party. She and Fabian fail, but once again Fabian is saved by fear negating effects of his dad’s eyepatch. So Adaine starts to have a panic attack about the fact that she’s fighting the Night Yorb while standing on the roof of a moving vehicle which, real talk, very normal and valid reaction. In fact, probably concerning that she’s reached a point in her life where that *isn’t* the default reaction.

The Hangvan is coming up on a jump it’ll have to make to continue following the Night Yorb (and it can’t even try to stop because the brakes are cut). Riz fails the roll which means that the van is probably going to fall on its side. Adding insult to injury, a pillar of rock falls and is going to crash into the van, doing even more major damage.

Fig watches this, and almost dissociates, feeling the weight of the entire summer taken from them to do this quest. Feeling so so tired. Feeling the fact that even if they win, they’re just gonna have to go back to school and adventure some more. A piece of magic she’s been holding inside of for a long time flickers and she hears an enticing voice whisper in her ears. “If you would take me, you know what you would save.” She smells a sour, curdled scent and she knows that if she says yes, she can save her friends. Maybe there’s another way, but she just wants this to be over. “I’m yours,” Fig says.

There’s a flash of “lemony, yellow, creamy” light (hmmmm) and the rock stops falling. The Hangvan starts righting itself.

And then there’s a sick gurgle from Fig’s stomach.

Uh-oh, gang.

For those of you who are new to these recaps, every week, I give one PC Detention and put one on the Honor Roll for their in-game actions. We’re starting off hot this semester with:

Detention

Kristen Applebees for Being a BAD Friend to Cassandra

Like, OK. Faith is complicated. Kristen’s relationship with religion is complicated. Being a cleric is complicated. But notice that I didn’t say being a bad *cleric*. I said being a bad *friend*. To be clear, she’s also being a bad cleric, and I’ll talk about that later. But having understandably conflicted views on religion doesn’t make sliding in your Fantasy Airpods while the being who is essentially a lonely teen girl and who is keeping you and all your friends alive tries to talk to you NOT seem like a giant dick move. Come on girl, get it together.

Honor Roll

Brennan Lee Mulligan for Being a Great DM!

I realized as I was writing this that I’ve given Brennan Detention but never Honor Roll so he’s getting it today. It feels so good to have him back in the dome with the kids and he drew me back into the world, right away. I’m so psyched that we have a full season of this ahead of us!

CHARACTER CHECK-INS

Like I said earlier, because this is the first episode back, I want to really quickly check in with all of the Bad Kids and where they are, character-wise. I’m going to do this roughly from least concerning to me to most concerning to me.

-Adaine: Adaine seems like she’s living her best life. She has her frog! She has her dog! Her character art is so much more chill and she’s coming into her own. This season, I’m hoping we get to see more of her relationship with her sister (yes, I’m a predictable bitch. Sue me) and with Zayn (who is also living at Mordred in her tower) who I think has a lot of potential to be an interesting supporting character with more spotlight. But yeah, go Adaine!

-Gorgug: Gorgug is making his parents proud (not that they ever weren’t) by taking another artificer level. He’s not a 7/3 Barb/Art split. I love that he’s gone from calling himself dumb to taking on this very technical skill. He also apparently has a homunculus? Fascinated to see what that looks like.

-Riz: Now that his big investigation is over and he knows his dad is a cool secret agent, Riz has switched his subclass from Inquisitor to Arcane Trickster which means he’s got tons of gadgets and that he’s a ring guy now. Love that for him. He’s very much not a chill person though so I’m very curious to know what the next thing he’ll latch onto is. He the kind of guy who always need something going on, you know?

-Fabian: Fabian is a fancy, dance boy now (6/4 Fighter/Bard)! But that doesn’t mean he’s any less athletic. I mean, have you ever seen a male ballerina? He still is, however, a total disaster. And I mean that affectionately. I mean, his current love interest (?) is a mirror that is showing a fuzzy reflection of his own face. My guy, what are you doing? Although I will say, idk if that’s more or less toxic than him dating Aelwyn.

-Kristen: Kristen. GIRL.

OK, so first of all. There is nothing inherently wrong with getting super jacked and like, respect. But in this context it feels like a red flag. Like the kind of thing you do because you’re on the rocks with your girlfriend or if you’ve recently broken up. I will be *very* interested to know what Tracker is up to as she’d not mentioned in this episode. Last we heard, she was out doing cleric stuff for the Moon Goddess, right? Long distance can be hell on a relationship. (Also, idk how seriously we’re supposed to take this but Ally mentioned the one shot it happened in in this episode so Kristen was also totally trying to flirt with a college girl in that college visit oneshot. Brennan shut it down pretty quick, but it very much did happen).

Also, speaking of cleric stuff, Cass. I feel SO bad for Cass. Like, a god isn’t owed followers, but Kristen chose that role. She CHOSE it. This isn’t like a Helio situation. Cass wasn’t pushy. She specifically says in this episode that she doesn’t want to be pushy. Hell, she says in the episode where she’s introduced that if people don’t want her around she’ll go away. But Kristen chose to be her follower, knowing what the implications of being the sole follower of a goddess is. Cass is made in her image. That’s how deeply entwined they are. Her goddess is made in her image. In The Seven, we learn that Ost’s god hasn’t talked to anyone in years. Kristen has Cass coming in like a mom offering snacks mid battle and Kristen is leaving her on read! It’s honestly kinda hard to watch her be so blithely dismissive of someone so dependent on her even though it’s played off as kind of a joke. I felt like I was watching a loyal puppy get kicked every time they interacted.

And like, I said this before, Cassandra is made in Kristen’s image. But specifically, she looks like Sophomore year Kristen. Still all skinny and still in her tie-die shirt and shorts. There is a definite vibe of almost wanting to kill the part of yourself that embarasses you, you know? It feels like she's being mean to Cass but also to herself.

Also, mechanically speaking, it’s wild to be just ignoring the person you’re getting your powers from like this. Like, this is real Wizard behavior. You don’t have to answer to anyone if you studied for your magic but you absolutely do as a cleric. Does Kristen even want to be a cleric? It honestly doesn’t seem like it. She’s shown a pattern of behavior of chafing at every god put in her path, even the ones she literally made up. I thought Cass might be the end of her searching, but we’re right back on the Merry Go Round. The party absolutely needs a healer though so idk how she deals with that.

I saw the snipped clip of Ally’s interview about Kristen’s arc this season involving what happens when chaos stops being cute, and I can def see seeds being planted. Fascinated to see how they explore that because this feels like a real ticking time bomb of a situation.

Oh also, her Dex went DOWN????? GIRL!

Fig: I had a lot more to say about Kristen but Fig has to be last on the list for making a deal with a literal devil lol. Like, classic Fig though, right? This WOULD happen. Emily talked about potentially retiring Fig and getting reeled in by some enticing plot hook from Brennan and it feels like we might be about to find out what that is. I won’t speculate on it too much right now because we’re presumably about to find out but there were a LOT of yogurt themed adjectives when that magic activated which has me very split on whether this is about to be deeply concerning or deeply silly. Or both! It could be both!

Random Thoughts

I LOVE that we have a proper theme song now. It feels so fitting and I love the opening art and it’s all so cool. The show’s so profesh now!

Also, shout out to @caitmayart for making the new art! It has the quality of a professional and the extra love of a fan. It’s my fave D20 official art so far.

I don’t know when this feature was added but I love that there is a full transcript you can pull up and search and jump to that time in the video now. That’s gonna be SO useful for me.

One of my favorite things about Adaine is that she’s generally polite but occasionally she’ll just absolutely verbally decimate someone so casually and this episode she said to the Solesian Yorbie they encountered, “What movie theater were you assistant managing before you decided to become a Yorbie?” Brutal.

Also love how vehement she was about the fact that Brennan couldn’t touch Moggy, even when she went down. You are absolutely NOT gonna kill that dog Brennan.

“Object interaction, touch Gorgug’s foot.”

Fig asks Gorgug how they can heal a van and he says, “Take it to a shop for 3-4 days.” Zac, underrated comic genius.

I really can’t overstate how funny it is that Fabian spends most of this episode flirting with his own reflection. I’ve said this many times but something I love about Lou is that he’s not afraid to make Fabian deeply uncool, even though Fabian’s whole thing is being as cool as possible.

Kristen says she needs to have an intense conversation with Cassandra when the fight is over and what does that mean? Like a breakup conversation? Which I guess would kill her because then she’d have no followers again? I am, como se dice, concerned.

Also, just looking ahead, Tracker is also a cleric. A pretty faithful one from what I can tell. I have to wonder what her take on Kristen completely neglecting her goddess and church is.

I think it’s so funny that Emily was thinking about retiring Fig so she could just ride off into the sunset with her cool rockstar life and awesome girlfriend because Riz’s big thing last year was being worried all his friend would pair up and leave him so for him to accept it and then have his fears validated right away would be like, welp.

At a certain point, Murph has to roll damage and he rolls 45 out of a possible 50 damage. That’s crazy. Let’s see how long that luck holds.

#Dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 #d20 spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #spoilers #the report card

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ofstarsandmoonlightt · 2 months

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HCs about Kit’s instagram:

• has a couple candids of himself that jem or tessa took

• most pics are of mina

•some good ones of church when he doesn’t look like the devil he actually is (kits words not mine)

•some reels he made w his school friends

•he doesn’t put much thought into what he posts but kinda gets a lot of followers

•dru shows him tiktoks of people using his parts of the reels into edits

•dru: look someone’s famous 👀

bonus:

•dru’s an avid user

•posts many reels and hops on trends (w thais ofc)

•becomes famous for doing each of them flawlessly

•ty’s not much of an ig user but dru install’s it on his phone and follows the whole blackthorns (+extended too)

•anush always spends all his free time watching funny reels

•also cute ones of cats/animals in general and keeps sending them to ty

•idt ash has a phone as he’s in faerie but dru makes him get one once everything’s normal

•jaime doesn’t have any time for all this as he’s always on the run

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nagirambles · 7 months

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Helloy FT Fandom of Tumblr

Can help me with something. Please recommend Fairy Tail fanfics in the comments and reblogs. Any ship, no ship, self promo is ok. Just spread that love around. Thanks. I would like a positivity boost right now because I am going to throw a pillow otherwise. I also am looking for more things to read.

I'll start. My obsession is rewrite fics/dragon slayer centric with plenty of family feels, so that's most of my recs.

Obligatorily dropping my own AO3 @ here.

Tra'viin Tome'mir by GemmaRose. A series with a Sense8 style mindscape-sharing Dragon Slayers. I'm obsessed with this entire thing. I am not normal about it. It's everything I ever wanted with the dragon slayer dynamic in a ft rewrite-type fic.

Faeries, Dragons, and Demons this story has been disconned and orphanned, but I still believe it's the best rewrite of FT of all time.

How to Raise Your Dragon Slayers by PencilofAwesomeness because I go feral for this Papalogia AU and the kids being the best thing to ever happen to him and everyone who ever reads this. I would die for them

all i got is this pride by titaniaeli about Loke knowing the Dragon Slayers back when they were kids, a 5+1 about them not recognizing him before all remembering at once. This fic keeps me up at night I love it so mudsakdjal

The Fourth Of Jellal by dragonshost when I say the concept of this fic has me by the chokehold pls. Mystogan becomes Master against his every will and he ends up having to actually confront existing in the Fairy Tail guild hall. I never realized how much I craved Mystogan interactions with his Earthland family until now.

D for Dragon Slayers by Beastrage ahhh this crossover between One Piece and Fairy Tail??? It gets my mind reeling. Seeing these unhinged feral mongrels with their un-understandable powers just existing in the One Piece world and the way they all react to them... I so desperately want them to reunite. I will die if they don't. I will.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fic recs #fic related rambles #fic rec

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godzilla-reads · 5 months

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I keep finding more books while I unpack that I forgot about. Short stories are definitely a mood lately as I struggle to focus on a whole novel. I’m pushing myself, but sometimes it’s hard.

I’ll be starting with “The Faery Reel: Tales from the Twilight Realm” edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling.

#godzilla reads #the faery reel #the green man #book blog #reading #short stories #booklr #bookworm #bookish #fairy books #green man books #booklover

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whump-and-other-misfortunes · 3 months

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Bambi and the King

cw fantasy whump, captivity, nonhuman whumpee, defiant whumpee, royalty

Cassian choked on the wine he was drinking. “You what?” he demanded between coughs, handing the glass to one of his servants.

“A wood nymph,” Valeria, the leader of the royal guard, repeated with a stoic expression. “We found him about fifty miles west, sneaking through Arlo Forest. The little thing was a pain to catch, but we got him.”

Cassian was still reeling. A nymph venturing into his kingdom was almost unheard of—they knew better. And the fact that his guard had managed to capture the creature was equally stunning. As far as magical beings went, nymphs were up there with faeries in terms of flightiness and cunning. “You have him?” Cassian repeated in disbelief.

Valeria nodded once. “Yes, your majesty. Would you like us to bring him in?”

The man waved his hands in an aborted gesture. “Um—yes. Yes, of course.”

Valeria strode away silently, returning to the throne room a few moments later followed by two other guards. They were each holding an arm of the struggling wood nymph, dragging him to stand before Cassian. He looked young—no older than twenty, maybe, but Cassian wasn’t sure what that meant for nymphs. Soft auburn hair framed his face and he was scowling poisonously.

“Well, isn’t this something,” Cassian drawled, gazing down at the creature. He was tall and thin—willowy, his mind supplied—with big brown eyes. Sweet, like a fawn. He could have almost looked innocent if Cassian didn’t know the strength nymphs were capable of through their magic. And if this one weren’t looking at him like he was a second away from scratching the king’s eyes out.

“Get off me,” the nymph spat, yanking his arms away from the guards.

Cassian waved them off. “It’s alright. Let him go.”

The guards released him and they, along with Valeria, stood to the side. The nymph stayed where he was, standing before Cassian’s throne, but those doe eyes shot daggers at him. Delicate wrists were locked in front of him in gold chains—special cuffs that blocked magic. The only reason they still had the creature there, and he hadn’t already run off or upended the entire castle.

“I must admit,” Cassian said, “I’m very curious why you were trespassing on my land, Bambi.”

The nymph’s glare soured even more, if that was possible. “My name is August.”

Cassian waved his hand dismissively. “Not what I asked. Don’t you know that magical beings are not allowed to enter my kingdom without express permission? Your kind usually isn’t foolish enough to disregard that rule.”

“The second I get these cuffs off, I'll fucking kill you,” August sneered, tugging pointedly at the restraints.

A strange sense of excitement filled Cassian—this was already more entertainment than he’d had in a long time. And if the little nymph at his feet happened to be quite pretty as well, that was just a plus. “Well,” Cassian sighed, “if you don’t wish to answer my questions, then I suppose I'll have to keep you around until you’re ready to talk. Valeria—take him away, please.”

August startled, trying to jerk away from the guards as they returned to grab him. “Wait, I—”

“Don’t worry. They’ll be gentle with you, Bambi,” the king promised sympathetically. He turned his gaze to Valeria, instructing, “Find somewhere nicer to keep him, please. I don’t want our guest catching a chill in the dungeon.”

The nymph’s eyes widened, but the fight quickly returned as Cassian’s guards began to drag him away. “Get your fucking hands off me,” he snapped, before turning over his shoulder to shout at Cassian. “I will claw that stupid, smug look off your face! You can’t keep me here!”

“I’ll come see you soon,” Cassian called after him. Oh, this was going to be fun.

taglist: @morning-star-whump ((lmk if you want to be added!))

pt 2

#it's my story and i get to choose the anachronism #i just think bambi is the cutest nickname #especially for a wood nymph #and i have a thing for whumpers calling whumpees by a nickname and refusing to use their actual name #royalty #fantasy whump #captivity #nonhuman whumpee #defiant whumpee #enemies to lovers #whump #writing #whumpblr #whump writing #royal whump #snippet

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"Wanna dance?" they slurred.

She reeled back and smashed her glass into the side of their head. She had not wanted to dance.

I love her, your honor

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impala-dreamer · 8 months

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A Wish Come True

A Doctor Who Story

~Rose wakes up to a very unique and lovely surprise...~

The Doctor x Rose Tyler

1,198 Words

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: My first ever DW fic. A birthday gift for the one and only @mariekoukie6661. Only for you, my dear. <33

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"So… I believe this is where you, uh, make a wish..."

The Doctor swallowed hard and looked down at his blonde companion. Rose was still reeling from the surprise and a little more than sleepy.

She'd woken up to a nearly pitch black control room; the usually glowing orbs were dim, the panels seemingly switched off. The air was cool, but nowhere as cold as the icy breath of space. She shivered and rubbed her hands vigorously against the backs of her arms.

"Blimey, it's cold in here, 'innt?"

There was no answer, not even the echo of her own voice bouncing off the magically cavernous room.

"Doctor?"

She stood and felt her way to the controls, blindly searching for a switch to bring the lights up. She really had no idea where it could be, but if she pushed enough buttons, something usually happened.

"Oh, come on! Where are you?"

The flick of a lighter hit her ears and a tiny flame appeared to her left.

In the glow, she saw dark brown eyes and the long lines of a beautiful face that she'd come to know better than her own.

The Doctor lit a small yellow candle and she could make out that it was smushed into a chocolate frosted cupcake. He smiled a brilliant smile, all teeth and glee.

Surprised, Rose rubbed at her eyes and smiled in return.

"What's all this?" She asked, hoping the blush burning her cheeks was hidden in the shadows.

He beamed and held out the treat.

"Happy Birthday, Rose."

Pink lips curled into a smile that nearly took his breath away. Two hearts beat fast and she took a step closer, pursed her lips and blew out the candle. She laughed a little and he couldn’t stop staring. She was beautiful and innocent and fierce, nothing he’d ever encountered before. And best of all- she was with him no matter what.

He cleared his throat and tore his gaze from her stunning brown eyes.

"So… I believe this is where you, uh, make a wish..."

“Brushing up on Earth customs?” she teased.

The Doctor laughed gently. “I do know some things.”

With dramatic flare, Rose took a deep breath and screwed her eyes shut. She held her breath for what seemed like forever and then let it slowly out in a quiet whistle.

When she opened her eyes, he was there, handsome and intriguing. Sometimes, she almost forgot that he was something like a million years old and not even human, but it didn’t really matter to her. He was who he was, and he was perfect.

Rose reached for the cupcake and her fingers brushed lightly over his. There was a spark there, and surely they both felt it, but neither made mention. They each looked away, shy and a little embarrassed.

Rose fiddled with the paper wrapper and The Doctor tucked his hands into the pockets of his blue pinstripe slacks.

The tension was as thick as the cake frosting and Rose took a taste, licking a bit of chocolate from her thumb.

“Doctor?”

He turned back to her. “Yes?”

“Why’ve you got all the lights and heat off?”

His brow creased a little, momentarily confused.

“Oh!” Answers and mischief lit a smile across his face. “All the better to see your present,” he replied.

With a quick snap of his fingers, the T.A.R.D.I.S. doors opened and Rose looked out into the black ink of space. A trillion stars shown like faerie lights, twinkling and dancing across the sky just for her. In the distance, a planet turned, bright pinks and reds swirling through the marble.

Rose gasped at the sight and stepped up to the very edge of the doorway. She peered out and smiled in awe.

“Where are we?”

The Doctor crossed his ankles and leaned against the blue wood. He shoved his left hand back in his pocket as his right tugged at his ear.

“Rhodestria Nine on the cusp of the Belovean Galaxy.”

Rose nodded, pretending to understand where she was and just how far from home they had traveled. “And… when are we?” She lifted an eyebrow, always curious to know all the details.

He grinned.

“On Earth, it is the twenty-seventh of April, in the year 2987.”

She bit her lip, recognizing the date.

“Rose Tyler,” The Doctor said, turning to look at her head-on, “it is your one thousandth birthday on a planet one thousand light years away from your home, and in about one thousand seconds, the triple suns of the Belovean Galaxy will rise over Rhodestria Nine right about… there.” He leaned close, nearly pressing his cheek against hers, and pointed towards the right side of the planet.

She tried to follow his finger but her eyes were drawn to the faint stubble on his jaw. She took a breath and his warmth flooded her senses. He was air and fire, dirt and water all mixed together in a strangely familiar scent that always made her feel at home.

He felt her stare and looked her way, smiling as heat rushed to his cheeks. “Oh, and-” He smirked. “In the local tongue, Rhodestria means ‘Rose’. Named for the swirling colors of the atmosphere.”

Her heart swelled. “You did all this for me?”

The Doctor’s eyes flickered down from her eyes to her lips and back again. “Of course.” His voice dropped to a mere whisper. “I’d do anything for you.”

Breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes slowly. Her body moved without thought, leaning in closer to him than she’d ever dared. He mirrored her, dipping his chin, leaning down into her.

They stopped short, narrowly missing a kiss that would change everything between them forever.

Awkward laughs floated around them.

The Doctor scratched at the back of his head and then cleared his throat. “So, what’d you wish for?”

Rose chewed her lip. “Can’t tell you. If I tell, it won’t come true.” She took another taste of the frosting, licking it slowly off her index finger. She knew his eyes were fixed upon her, but she couldn’t help the flirtatious gesture.

He leaned in and threw his arm around her shoulders.

They sighed, secret smiles hidden as they watched the triple suns rise over the planet in the distance. Sunrise bathed the rosy planet in gold and The Doctor pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I hope you get your wish,” he whispered, “whatever it is.”

Rose closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his shoulder. If she listened hard, she could hear two hearts beating steadily for her. Maybe a kiss was far away, maybe it would never come. Maybe he didn’t feel the same, she couldn’t know. But it didn’t matter in the end; he was incredible and fun, curious and dangerous, and she was lucky enough to get to tag along. He was everything she’d ever dreamt of and she hadn't even known.

He pulled her close, cuddling up against her.

Rose sighed and looked off into the warm glow, content and in love.

“I think I already have…”

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daevastanner · 9 months

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PT II

E L A I N

Sweat slick bodies heaving, Elain and Lucien laid side by side in her room in the river house. A flurry of events had led them from their walk in the garden to her chambers…

First Lucien had asked her how much of their future shared expenses he could expect to see diverted to gardening. Then he’d asked her about the medicinal properties of her plants.

He’d then proceeded to ask yet another question regarding her visions:

“Who takes up the most space in our closet?”

The question had taken her off guard. She’d never ‘seen’ the questions he would ask, but she had certainly imagined they’d be more thorough than these trivial queries about closet space and shared funds. But his questions had persisted in earnest

“Who wakes up first?”

“Who does the lineshare of the cooking?”

“Who is the messiest?”

Some answers Elain knew, some she did not. Finally, she’d grown weary of whatever faerie game he was playing and had rounded on him, cutting off his view of her flourishing hydrangeas. Lucien’s brows had raised at the obvious confusion and frustration written on her face.

“Do you not wish to know the answers to more… meaningful questions?” she had asked, her heated voice at ends with the muffled music of the string quartet that continued to play in the temple beyond.

Lucien’s expression had turned utterly rakish, his head canted to the side. “And what, lady, is your idea of a meaningful question?”

Crossing her arms, Elain had fixed the emissary with a haughty look. “Don’t be coy.”

The edge of his lip had tipped up in a smirk. “But it suits me so well.”

“Just ask me a real question about what I’ve seen for us.”

He had taken a step closer then, closing the distance between them and canting his head at an angle that allowed him better access to her lips… were he to kiss her that was. “ What would you have me ask, lady? ”

The words had spilled from her lips like water from a sieve : “Something romantic! Like when we’ll kiss! What our mating ceremony will be like! How many children we’ll have!”

Her lips had clamped shut then – eyes widening in horror at what she had admitted. She had briefly panicked, wondering if perhaps in suggesting these questions she’d tampered with the future. Her mind began to reel through possible catastrophes that could occur from her meddling, but Lucien had shaken her loose with one word.

“No,” he had breathed.

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ladyveravincent · 3 days

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The Song of the Wind

Excerpt from Chapter 9

Elain stumbled out of Rita’s, only to grab onto nothing as she breathed in the crisp autumn air.

“Y’know, I nev’re,” she started, but a strong arm caught her before she fell face-first into the cobblestone below.

“ Oh! ‘ound you! Shhh.. Lain, Lainey, ha! ‘ts kay, ’ El,” he struggled to contain his amusement, the two drunker with laughter than alcohol.

“Shit! Oh shit, we gotta-” she leaned in to whisper, “we gotta get home somehow- I can’t walk, no! No! No!” her protests were interrupted when Azriel hauled Elain over his shoulder, and the two squealed in delight.

“Put me down!” she laughed while her fists pounded onto his back.

“Archeron- you’re a goddamn drunk,” he slurred.

“Fuck you! You’re jealous I almos’,” she hiccuped, “won.” He swayed slightly as he walked down the cobblestone streets, the peaceful Velaris night so at odds with the rowdiness of the dance hall.

When it got too cold to swim, Az and Elain frequented Rita’s every night, trading their peaceful moments floating in the Sidra for lively reels across the dance floor. Elain was not surprised when Azriel proved to be an excellent dancer, and she swore no shadows swirled around him when music filled the room. But that night, Az made one crucial misstep. After they finished the first jig, he went to get them drinks; wine for her and whiskey for him.

“Oh thank you,” she said as her eyes widened in glee, and downed the whiskey in one gulp.

“No problem,” he murmured when she placed the empty glass in his hand.

“Whiskey is my favorite drink. I could drink it all night long.”

“If you were to do that, I think you’d be on the floor by the end of the night.” She scoffed and pinched his arm for his dry quip.

“Wanna bet? You and me, see who can drink more glasses tonight.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Why not.”

Almost a bottle and a half later, they were falling off their chairs, but a competitive Azriel refused to forfeit and won by one glass. Somehow, Elain ended up on top of a table, and after some protests, Az relented and joined her. But, under their shared weight, the table completely broke, and after a deeply sincere apology and three bags of gold coins, the two could not catch a breath between their tears of laughter, so they stumbled out of Rita's to start the long journey home.

“If you keep walkin’ we’re gonna break our limbs."

“Sure thing, my lady,” he chuckled and started to set her down. Suddenly, their flush faces were mere inches apart.

That autumn they both stood on a precipice that crumbled each moment they spent together. Both sought the other out; Elain often pretended to need help in the garden, and Azriel somehow always needed some rather specific herbal salve. Soon, they fell into a routine of spending their days together, praying the other was brave enough to step forward and say something.

For a moment when they stared at each other, all the world stood still, blushing and wide-eyed. It was now or never; she glanced down at his lips, he glanced down at hers, a breath between them, and then-

“Madam!” They turned their heads to see a Fae run up to them, Elain’s forgotten shawl in hand.

“Oh! Thank you.” She blushed furiously as Az set her down on the ground, and the moment rode away on the chilly autumn wind. She wrapped her shawl around her to keep out the cold and turned back at him.

“We could- we could fly home,” she said shyly. In one moment, she was in his arms. The two had flown many times before; each time lived over and over in Elain’s memory, and each time she watched him in the sky, she desperately wished to join him. When she first met Azriel, once she got over the shock of his beauty, she marveled at his wings.

One of the first things she asked him was:

“Can you truly fly?” And his gentle response opened her otherwise engaged heart.

“Yes. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We’re born hearing the song of the wind.”

“That’s very beautiful.” Just like you.

Elain wondered what it must be like to fly. How freeing it must feel for a body to be weightless, to leave a limiting life on Earth and escape to the skies. Through her murky and tear-stained memory, she remembered the time he took her from the House of Wind to the Townhouse. Then, there were other moments where she tried not to let her obvious attachment become apparent and often resorted to short, polite conversations to pass the time in the skies. Despite her reserved demeanor, she loved the wind in her hair, stars, and moon a fish pole’s length away. But, they hadn’t flown in many, many months, and other things had soared to new heights.

“Hold on tight,” he whispered before he shot up to the sky. Elain screamed joyfully as her hair fell out of its plait, the racing wind kissing her face.

“Close your eyes!” he cried over the singing wind. Azriel gently hooked his hands under his shoulders and locked his feet around her ankles, her body now completely horizontal in the sky.

“Open!”

She was flying.

She gasped as the wind carried them higher and higher, Velaris growing smaller and smaller below. She tasted clouds on her tongue and reached out her hand to capture their soft coolness, completely wrapped in their nimbus embrace. The wind whipped around them, its melody sweet and proud. Her body no longer held her down with such sorrows, she was weightless with joy. Something twinkled on the other side of the clouds, and as they flew higher and higher, they dove into an ocean of stars.

“I’m flying!” she marveled, the brilliant stars within her reach. She could do nothing but scream and howl, harmonizing with his own shouts.

“I’m singing the song of the wind!” she cried as tears of joy and laughter mixed on her cheeks. The garden of stars sang to the moon, and the wind hummed along.

“Look at you!” Az cried. Ever so carefully, he pulled her into his chest and guided her to crawl onto his back. As they leveled out, Elain rose to stand beneath his wings, raising her arms overhead.

I am light. I am light. I am light.

She saw the heart of the Earth, the soul of the skies, and finally heard the melody of life’s greatest gift. That was the song of the wind; utter undying freedom.

She opened her arms wide, threw her head back, and screamed. Any higher and she could kiss the stars, the moon just within grasp.

~ A Court of Bones in Bloom A03

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