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[rogue-lavellan-trin]

apparently rn im doing wow and kotor2 atm

[lostdrarryfics]

hi! im looking for a fic i read about a year ago.

Harry is an/was an auror and during a raid the indian prince was killed. the royal family of india demanded that is their slave ( i think)

at first he refused but the minister said smt about war? so he agreed.

and draco is a slave trainer so to say. so he teaches harry what do and stuff. for example he (harry) has to be naked all/most of the time and crawl everywhere. he is also to be used as a sex slave so draco trains him in that.

Oh and there was a scene where draco gave him an enema

I hope this is enough info

thank you :)

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“Are you paying attention now?” | Personal piece from a scene with my big bad. >:)

[thecreaturecrossroads]

“Can’t sleep?” - Azamir

Aisling looked at Aza. She had been sitting up for some time, all balled up and with her head on her knees. It was close to sundown and she looked like she’d not slept at all. 

“Did I wake ye me Sweetheart? I’m sorry.”

[thecreaturecrossroads]

Azamir gently places a warm pancake on top of Aisling’s head. This is… the second time he has done this, and he somehow has a shit eating grin on his face despite not being able to really move his facial features. “Safety can be found underneath the pancake.”

Aisling blinks and looked up from all the paperwork and plans she’s been working on. First looking up at him and then trying to spy the pancake on her head .Instead she manages to make the pankcake slide down her face over her dead eye. There is a half distressed warble, and then she snorts and laughs, shaking her head at him as she takes it off her head.

“What is ‘et with ye an pancakes me Sweetheart?” she laughs some more behind a hand.

[thecreaturecrossroads]

“Hm?” Azamir turned to look at the woman as he heard her footsteps approach, little tail beginning to thump frantically against the plush earth. He had two fistfuls of clover, as well as bunch of it hanging out of his open mouth. It was among his favorite type of plants to eat, and there just happened to be a fuckton of it sprawling all over her yard. There wasn’t much where he came from. “Oh… I didn’t mean to get so carried away. I hope that it’ll grow back pretty quick.” He glanced down at the exposed soil from where he had ripped up the delicate little plants. Bits of plant matter fell from his mouth as he spoke. “Will… Will it grow back?” (ice-hearted)

“What’s this? Seems I’ve spied a King Buck in me Garden~!” Aisling would chuckle and watch his little tail wag with so much love in her expression. But of course there was Clover everywhere in her garden. She loved the soft green stuff with it’s pretty white and purple flowers. And, it made some of the best Honey when paired with the Moon Plums. Aisling knew what was what.

“Och me Sweetheart, ye’re one of the few who’re allowed in me private garden. So ye’re free tae enjoy it as ye like. And of course t’will grow back.” She smiled and repaired the spot he’d tore up with a wave of her hand and a magic word as she walked over to him and bent down to plant a kiss to his cheek.

[thecreaturecrossroads]

mistle mistle azamir is here for smoomch

Aisling couldn't help herself. It had been a week since he'd shown up in her kingdom and she still couldn't keep herself from kissing his face. This time, however, it was the mistletoe above them that was... Well half the reason.

"Caught ye under the mistletoe me Sweetheart~!" She coed amidst pressing kisses all over his icey face.

[thecreaturecrossroads]

Azamir stared at Aisling as she worked on a toy, gaze sparkling with nothing other than pure endearment. When he was eventually spotted, his dark blue pupils swelled to an abnormal size in a very felid nature, making this ice Demon look quite… Silly. He didn’t stop, though, and his mouth slowly opened as he attempted to grin at her. “Heya, Aisling- I’ve been sitting here so long that I think my thighs are stuck to the chair.” (For the “make ur muse laugh” thing sorta)

Aisling had paint specks in her hair and on her fingers and as she was painstakingly painting dapple spots on a toy horse was when she realized she wasn’t alone. She’d look up with her tongue sticking out a bit with her efforts. 

The way his pupils did that thing they did always made her blink. And then what he said.

“Pffftffftft that’s nae good Sweatheart. Hoo-hoo~” she sputtered and snickered a moment. It was a little funny. She stretched her back and put down the toy. Peering around at the chair Aza was perched on.

“Did I ferget tae make a cushion fer that chair?”