#olivespeaks

[olivepolish]

Saw your post about wanting a platonic ST fic that ties with AYRK and I have never felt so seen. Same braincell. I need platonic ST fics but I'm too scared to write and post them.

YES

Just like me fr -_-

[therogueflame]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you to @marthawrites for tagging me in this (I love you but I hate you for this)

Share a sentence from your WIP that starts with each letter in the word you were given to you by the person who tagged you

My given word was DAWN

These are from the currently untitled Daemon x Married!Reader

Daemon finds you across the hall, laughter soft at your husband’s side.

Do you ever tire of smiling for a man who does not deserve it? The thought claws at him, sharp as steel, but he buries it beneath a practiced smirk.

You glance his way once, no more, and it is enough. His chest tightens. His jaw hardens. The distance between you feels heavier than the stones of the Keep, heavier than crown and oath and time. He inclines his head politely when your husband draws near, but his eyes betray him. They linger not on titles or pleasantries, but on you.

All those years ago, you laughed at something he said, and the sound startled him more than any blade could.

He had not expected warmth in a court that thrived on cold calculation. You were clever, ordinary in birth, yet extraordinary in the way you turned a prince into a man who could blush.

There were moments. Fingers brushing at a banquet table. Eyes meeting in shadowed corridors. A silence that said more than words ever could.

When his dragon wheels across the sky, it is never chance that brings the shadow near your lands.

The smallfolk whisper that he circles once, always once, before vanishing into the clouds. You pretend not to hear them, though in your heart you wonder if he still thinks of you, if the silence between you is as loud for him as it is for you.

Years have carved lines at the corners of your eyes. Seasons have dulled the edge of his hunger, but not erased it. The ache remains, unspoken, folded into the distance you both chose and could never escape.

Nothing haunts him more than the memory of your wedding day.

He remembers the way the hall filled with music, the way courtiers smiled and whispered as if the match were a triumph. He remembers the veil, the vows, the man who took your hand. What he remembers most is your face. You did not cry. You did not smile. You looked as if the moment belonged to someone else entirely.

(no pressure but pressure) tagging @aeralux, uhhhhh @asterthemegadisaster (IM SORRY), @xx-dinah-writing-xx and anyone else who wants to do it!!! Your word is LUME