every day, starting on December 1st, 2022, I will post a fic that correlates with the chosen Taylor Swift songs with different characters from different fandoms!
playlist here!
LINEUP:
❀ anti-hero | poly!nessian x fem!reader {dec.1st}
❀ afterglow | azriel x fem!reader {dec.2nd}
❀ willow | azriel x fem!reader {dec.3rd}
❀ i know places | wrath x fem!reader {dec.4th}
❀ the lakes | nash hawthorne x fem!reader {dec.5th}
❀ ivy | poly!nessian x fem!reader {dec.6th}
❀ bigger than the whole sky | ruhn danaan x fem!reader {dec.7th}
❀ starlight | grayson hawthorne x fem!reader {dec.8th}
❀ you're on your own, kid | cal calore x fem!reader {dec.9th}
❀ heartbreak prince | wrath x fem!reader {dec.10th}
❀ begin again | cassian x fem!reader {dec.11th}
❀ enchanted | azriel x fem!reader {dec.12th}
❀ love story | cardan greenbriar x fem!reader {dec.13th}
❀ lavender haze | ithan holstrom x fem!reader {dec.14th}
❀ long live | connor holstrom x fem!reader {dec.15th}
❀ paper rings | azriel x fem!reader {dec.16th}
❀ wonderland | cassian x fem!reader {dec.17th}
❀ this is me trying | hunt athalar x fem!reader {dec.18th}
❀ you belong with me | ruhn danaan x fem!reader {dec.19th}
❀ mad woman | nesta archeron x fem!reader {dec.20th}
❀ vigilante shit | azriel x fem!reader {dec.21st}
❀ haunted | tristan flynn x fem!reader {dec.22nd}
❀ tied together with a smile | azriel x fem!reader {dec.23rd}
❀ dear reader | nesta archeron x fem!reader {dec.24th}
❀ long story short | cassian x fem!reader {dec.25th}
*send in some more of your favorite taylor songs and I'll create extra chapters to them*
Father created you for a purpose. Though for what purpose? You’re not quite sure.
You see, he tells you that your body is like magic. That you’re his best creation. The one he’s most proud of, even if he has to ask you not to tell. Still, there’s no doubt about that in your mind. He shows you just how much he cares for you whenever he’s the first person to inquire about your needs. He shows you just how much he adores you whenever he sings your praises while stroking your hair with a gentleness that seems so foreign to his cold hands. And he shows you just how much he yearns for you when his hands start to wander across places they shouldn’t. When a hand on your waist travels a little too low. When a hand on your shoulder teases beneath the fabric of your dress.
When a hand on your chin, cupping the smile he calls so so beautiful and so so delicate relocates so that he could press his thumb against your tongue. So you could suck.
Father created you for a purpose. He told you that you gave him energy. Unlimited energy. Raw and unrefined energy that was just waiting for a master. Waiting for an outlet. And that you could give your brothers and sister this exact same energy. All that you wanted. All that was needed. He told you that you could help them become strong. Powerful even. Perhaps more than him, if he wasn’t careful. And that just required you to do one thing for them. One little, tiny, minuscule thing for them.
Just lift up the skirt of that dress of yours and bend over whenever asked.
But as much as Father liked to believe- you weren’t stupid. You and your brothers and sister were all cut from the same cloth. Made from the same things. Different names, different faces. Different powers but all the same thing. A homunculus shaped by the hands of Father. You were not some powerful walking philosopher stone like he wanted you to believe. You weren’t this elixir of life that gave them more power than they could ever hope for. You didn’t allow them to age or die a normal death. You didn’t turn them human. You couldn’t turn them human. You are nothing like Father tells you that you are. Nothing.
But that’s where you get lost and confused. But it’s not just because Father tells you all these wonderful lies. And it’s not just because you’ve spent endless nights wondering and wondering what Father’s real reason for creating you was. It’s because you still give in. To the pretty, rose-colored words he tells you. To the soft gaze, he spares only towards you. To the endless requests of your brothers and sometimes your sister.
“Fuck, baby you’re making a big mess all over that pretty little mouth of yours, aren’t you?”
Asking you to lift up the skirt of that dress of yours and bend over right where you stood.
It’s always Greed that gets the most vocal when he’s taking a turn with you. It’s like he has something to prove by being the loudest in the room. Though it’s not all bad, you’ve come to learn. Sometimes it’s taunts to go deeper. To go harder. To do better. And sometimes, it’s hot. Murmured words of encouragement. Whispered words of praise. And flirting with you. Over and over again. As if his cock wasn’t already kissing the back of your throat.
It throbs with want and with need as it forces itself as deep as possible in your mouth. Long and just thick to keep you gasping whenever he’s hitting it from behind. But at this point, he’s already cum once on your tongue. But the way his dick twitches inside of your warm and inviting mouth, you’re sure he’ll be offering you another load for you to swallow soon enough. Still, it almost catches you off guard when Greed’s hand threads through your hair, carefully brushing out strands as if he cared. But he didn’t. Not in the same way you could claim Father did. Because all that did was give him a better place to wrap his fist around a good chunk of your hair before forcing you forward to suck him off even harder.
“Stop moving her so much.” Another voice chimes, this time coming from behind you. It’s thick and authoritative. It commands the utmost respect a person can give. And it has your pussy instinctively clenching as you let out a low, low whine. Wrath always managed to get you excited in a way none of your other brothers and sister could. “You’re messing up my rhythm.”
You know instantly that Greed wouldn’t like hearing that. It’s just the type of person he is. But suddenly, you find that you can’t hear Greed’s response to being told off by Wrath. No, there is something far louder, far more distracting than a fight between two of your siblings. And it might have something to do with cock Wrath has buried inside of your aching cunt that’s starting to move fast and fast and faster.
You let out another whine as Wrath manages to hit a spot inside of you that’s especially sensitive. You wish you could see Wrath right now. Greed’s nice but only sometimes. Those are the moments when he’s wiping the drool from your lips and kissing you sweetly. Other times, are just like this- being choked without so much as a care in the world. That’s why you think it’s so mean of them to have you on your stomach with your legs spread as you’re at eye level with both men’s crotches.
Because all you can do is ball up your fist in Greed’s pants and rest them on his thighs as your eyes begin to water and you try not to gag. Because all you can do is helplessly shift your hips whenever Wrath’s thick, thick cock plows your insides over and over again with too much fervor of a man with his face. And you’re left whimpering and whining because they’re not much you can do with two of your holes plugged up by two of your brothers. There’s not much you can do but do and be all that Father convinced you to be for your brothers and your sister. Because Father created you for a purpose.
And that purpose?
Well, you’d be in denial if you said you didn’t know what it really was by this point, now wouldn’t you? Because in the end, all that you are and all that you will be is a homunculus. Who doubles as a warm, wet hole for someone to stick their cock. To pretend that you’re special. To pretend that you’re powerful. Or really?
Summary: Wrath already had a queen when he was summoned to Emilia’s side. Needless to say she wasn’t happy about his absence.
Note: He’s hot, and I had a plot bunny. don’t worry about it
You didn’t bother to hide the laugh that bubbled up from your throat at what your husband just told you. “So you got spooked and dropped your knife, is that it?”
Those golden eyes of his seemed to glow with irritation as he looked over at you. “Well, I don’t exactly want humans to know I’m around, now do I?”
This time you scoffed. “If some little witch managed to figure out that she’d just laid eyes on Prince Wrath himself based on that teensy little interaction, I’d want to meet her and shake her hand.”
“But the knife--”
“Is no indication of who you are on its own, and you damn well know it.” You slid your hands down the front of his shirt, fingers deftly opening it button by button. “Relax, my darling. You’ve been running around like a chicken with your head cut off about this whole Pride thing for so long. I’ve hardly seen you in weeks.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s a lie, and you know it.”
You did. The trips never took very long at all, after all, but you still missed him. Before this it’d been centuries since he’d been away from you in the human world for any real length of time. “Be that as it may . . .” You slid the shirt off of him and allowed your fingers to trail down the golden snake on his left arm, a mark that had an exact twin on your own skin. “All you have to do,” you kissed that shoulder, “in order to keep Pride’s whole search,” this kiss was to his neck, “a secret,” jaw, “is get it back before the little witch does anything stupid.” That last bit was whispered next to his ear.
Then his lips were suddenly on yours, as demanding as ever as he shoved you against the wall. He tugged at the laces to your pants while his lips moved to your neck.
“See what you miss when you’re--” your teasing voice cut off when the heat of his body suddenly disappeared, “gone.” You opened your eyes. Sure enough, Wrath was nowhere to be found. Anger flared through you, its presence making the shadows writhe around you.
The only reason he would leave like that would be a summoning, something out of his control. And the only person dumb enough to summon a prince of Hell would be that. Fucking. Witch. Rage, the emotion your power stemmed from, swelled throughout your body.
She will pay for this.
~
Little did you know that in the human realm, your husband was thinking something similar.
The combination of Emilia’s staring and the searing mark that’d appeared on his normally-clear arm set his teeth on edge. It shouldn’t be possible, a second betrothal spell in addition to the already fulfilled one he had with you--willingly, he might add--; yet there it was. Moon-shaped and clashing with his color scheme.
Still, he didn’t let on to what it truly meant. Odds were good that it wouldn’t amount to anything anyway, especially if he had a say. And if it did . . . Heaven help the woman that had to face the ire of the Queen of House Wrath.
~
In your time spent forcefully separated from each other, you and Wrath found yourselves weaving a complicated web to end this stupid endeavor in your favor, not the way Emilia wanted. And as soon as she agreed to marry Pride, your victory was sealed. Hours before that, when he’d died in the human realm, Wrath explained fully what had been going on since the messengers that’d been frantically flitting between you two could only convey so much, and you’d spent the time planning the final pieces of this battle of wits.
And enjoying each other’s company, but that was neither here nor there.
When it came time for Wrath to retrieve her, you lounged on the bed as he dressed, crown and all. “You can’t kill her when we return,” Wrath was saying while you watched him.
Your eyes moved to stare hatefully where their mark of betrothal used to reside. “I am aware,” you bit out.
“Are you?” There was an evil little smirk on his face when he turned to look at you. “Because your shadow seems to have other ideas.”
Sure enough, when you glanced down you saw that your shadow seemed to be holding a knife. Always the cause of your bad poker face, that thing. With a flare of gold in your eyes, you brought the shadow back under control, and it resumed being a silhouetted version of you, nothing more. The frown that’d been on your face since this mess started though, that stayed stubbornly in place.
Wrath took that as his cue to sweep closer elegantly, fingers trailing lightly down the golden body of the snake on your arm. “I swore to you the day we married that no one would ever come between us, did I not?”
“You did.” And Hell if your voice didn’t sound sullen despite yourself. You wanted to be unbothered by this. Truly, you did. But it was just so . . . unsettling to hear that someone had (however ignorantly) tried to steal him from you.
His free hand drifted over to grab the crown that still rested on the duvet. Your crown. The match to his own with spikes sharp enough to kill a man if you so chose. “Have I ever given reason for you to doubt that vow?”
“You haven’t.” That was true. A demon like Lust might have warranted such a fear, but Wrath was another kind of beast, an honest one. At least when it mattered. Mattered to you, that is. A warmth settled in your chest as your fingers moved to lightly hold his.
“Then why are you doubting me now?” his lips were pressed to your temple and he placed the crown on your head as he murmured the question.
Moments like this you remembered why you married him with perfect clarity. For the first time since he was stolen weeks ago a heat other than rage burned through you like a flashfire. “It’s not that I doubt you,” you said, turning so you could see his fierce, golden eyes. “It’s that I hate her.”
“Soon enough she will be Pride’s problem,” he soothed, “not ours.”
“Good,” you snarled before sealing your lips against his.
~
If Wrath’s lips were swollen suspiciously when he stepped out of the shadows to bring her to Pride, Emilia couldn’t work up the courage to comment on it. She was already in this mess with these demons so much deeper than she ever expected; she didn’t think her heart could take the stress of picking that particular fight on top of everything else. Besides, they weren’t bonded anymore; it wasn’t any of her business who he did or didn’t kiss.
Still, for some reason her heart stung at the thought of him with someone else after all they’d been through together.
But then they were bantering like it was all normal.
And then she was trying to scream in agony as it felt like someone lit her soul ablaze.
And then they were standing in a throne room steeped in black and gold and red.
This wasn’t House Pride, she realized abruptly. These were Wrath’s colors through and through.
“You’ll have to forgive the brief stop here,” a woman’s voice called Emilia’s attention to the front of the room. She was beautiful. Leather pants, a billowing shirt, boots that looked artfully worn-in, all steeped in nothing but black. The only spot of color in her wardrobe was the golden crown atop her head. A flash of gold on the back of her hand drew Emilia’s attention. “A prince of Hell like my husband can only travel directly from the human realm to his home. An envoy from Pride awaits outside to escort you to your Betrothed.”
Emilia’s ears started and were still ringing at the word ‘husband’ by the time she finished talking. The gold she’d noticed on her hand. It was an exact copy of the snake she’d seen on Wrath’s body the night she summoned him. Confusion lanced through her. “What--”
You laughed, cutting her off. This was rich. “You never stopped to wonder what the mark on his other arm was?” You rose from your seat, shadows coiling around your feet menacingly. “You’re dumber than I thought.”
Emilia could only stare at the approaching figure, alarmed by the casual display of power as well as the pitch black veil surrounding her that was every bit as threatening as the black and gold one around Wrath. She had to fight to retain any form of dignity and stay carefully neutral-faced when Wrath’s hand settled on the woman’s lower back in a display so casual it couldn’t have been faked.
“How terrible to meet you,” you scoffed. “You can call me Rage.”
A fitting emotion for such a terrifying queen, Emilia supposed.
“I think it goes without saying that if I ever see you lurking around my husband again, not even your betrothal to my brother-in-law will save you.”
Said husband had a look of evil smugness on his handsome face that made Emilia recoil a little. Then a thought occurred to her. “If you already have a queen, then why--”
“Was everyone pushing me to make it official with you?” Wrath cut her off, one eyebrow arching. “That answer is quite simple if you think about it.”
“Which is exactly why she hasn’t figured it out,” you smirked. “They don’t like me because I’m not intimidated by them just existing as princes of Hell.” You turned to face Wrath, loving the automatic way his eyes trailed over your form heatedly. He’d been worked up since the two of you dressed; there hadn’t been time to burn off some of the aggression that danced within both of you. “ Now,” you addressed her even as your hand moved to cup his face, thumb skimming along his cheekbone appreciatively, “you’ve robbed me of Wrath here for quite long enough on top of forcing me to singlehandedly deal with the idiocy of lower demons. You’re lucky I don’t kill you for the former, and I hate you even more for the latter, so kindly get the hell out of House Wrath.”
You didn’t spare the girl a glance as a guard moved to escort her out. No, you only had eyes for your husband . . . at least until your eyes closed when you dragged him down for a bruising kiss.
hello everyone! so my wonderful friend @azriels-angels came up with a great idea of doing a countdown to solstice but with fics! It's a great idea! So, I decided (with help from Lia) that I would do it as well! Now, she will be doing hers through requests while I'm going to be using the song's "prompt"!
Now, I will mostly be writing for characters from ACTOAR//CC but there are some that are part of other fandoms just to include all of my babies. The other fandoms I will be writing for are the inheritance games, the cruel prince, red queen, and kingdom of the wicked. The prompts will mostly center around ACOTAR//CC since that's where my mind is lol.
I have all of the songs picked out but if you want to send in your favorite taylor swift song, I may just make some extras! Bonus content (kinda).
I won't be doing a taglist for this event but the event starts December 1st and so does Lia's! Go send in your requests to Lia and let's get ready for the holiday season! love ya babes!
