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she doesn't drop her hands away from his face even when the kiss break and he speaks, thumbs brushing gently over the stubble across his jaw. it's the softest that they've ever been with each other without question, peace and anxiety thrumming through her veins in equal measure. "i'm not asking you to suddenly dote on me. just stop fighting me all the damn time, gwaine. we didn't even need to fight now until you decided to take your anger out on me." she sighs heavily, shoulders dropping as her hands fall from his face only to rest on his chest instead. selaena had never wanted a marriage like this in the first place, she'd just been too blinded by her own anger to so much as give him a chance. "i don't know. i've never tried, and you've never let me close enough to." there had always been that wall placed between them, any chance of them moving forward thwarted by it. "you try not to hurt me, i'll try not to hurt you. that sounds like a decent start to me."

gwaine wasn't surprised that she kissed him, it was what she tended to do if he became worked up. it would always lead to them sleeping together and brushing off whatever argument they'd just had until it happened again. but this time he found himself opening his eyes in confusion. it was slow, and intense, less exploring him and more...intimate?

it did feel as though she was asking a lot of him though, how could he not resent. it's the only feeling he's been running on since their wedding. "i can't just wake up and dote on you like a loving husband," he felt possessive of her but he believed neither of their feelings could be classified as romantic, lustful for sure, and maybe if given a choice he'd have gotten to know her and choose to be with her, but that hadn't been their story.

"you think you can look at me and say you can accept all i am?" he knew he was an emotional man, he was told that all the time. "how do you expect us to change?"

in many ways the two of hem were so the same. both of them had been forced into this marriage without having any say in the matter, both feeling trapped with a stranger that they were simply forced to spend every day beside. with every word out of his mouth she forms more of an understanding of her husband, and the fact that his feelings about their marriage so closely resembled her own. her eyes settled on his own, her hands reaching up to cup his face within them before she draws him down into a kiss. it's soft and slow, a stark contrast to the heated kisses that they usually share. she remains close to him even after pulling away. "i know neither of us wanted this and we'd have much rather had a say in our own lives. but i'm your wife, i don't sleep around with other men, and i can't even remember the last time i flirted with someone else. but we can't move forward and stop acting out unless we stop resenting each other for something that was neither of our faults."

love wouldn't be the word to describe what they had, he wasn't sure he even liked her in the beginning. but after all this time he was trying, at least as much as he had been willing to go. he'd stopped testing the boundaries he'd been playing at the start of this marriage. and he'd walked away away when he was feeling angry and unreasonable. but then she was just as stubborn as him, as she grabbed him, he took another breath and tried to think about what he'd say. "because i couldn't, because you're a reminder of my lack of choice. that i'm living in a lie. that i have no agency in my own life, that now i dedicate myself a to a woman i don't know- but i've been loyal and yet...what do i get out of it? i still have people talking, judging, and making us the gossip. do you know what they tell the new people in court? to watch out for us like i'm some kind of joke or theatre show?!"

"you know, i was having a lovely lunch with my children before you summoned me." selaena teases gently, fingers gripping the skirts of her dress as she ascended towards the throne. she'd been enjoying her time in his kingdom so far after visiting from her own, there to celebrate his name day and solidify the alliance they'd formed between their kingdoms. she curtsies to him out of politeness rather than necessity, rising to her full height before raising a brow at him. "well that's rather ominous. what is it you wish to discuss?"

open to: f/m/nb potential connection: someone that's in his castle that he summoned to the throne room. could be another royal, servant, knight, someone he kidnapped/got in a peace treaty, t.boo connections welcomed muse: king julius [ 66 y/o king of his land. while at first he seemed to be a just ruler, with age he showed his true colors and began leading with an iron fist. cruel, wise, manipulative, confident ]

the throne was comfortable and even if it wasn't, the king was accustomed to it by now. he was almost certain that the chair had molded into his body. he had risen up to wear the crown when he was fourteen and never had to back down. thankfully. that was a long time. so sue him if he needed entertainment from time to time. "ahh good, you finally came." a small smile formed on his face when he saw the other enter. "i trust it that no one is waiting outside? what we have to talk about might not be suitable for all ears. you never know if there's a traitor nearby."

"i know, i would have much rather it had been your hands on me, but i didn't exactly have much say in the matter." it was almost endearing to see him upset over her, her frustration beginning to simmer down as she starts to understand why it was he was so displeased. "i didn't think you cared where i was. it is not as though you tell me as much." she sighs, watching the back of his head for a mere moment before she strides after him , quickly catching up to him when they reached the gardens and taking hold of his arm. "you're the most impossible man i've ever met, you know that? you've been making it pretty damn clear from the day we wed that you couldn't stand my presence, and now you're upset when i step out for a stroll?"

"I am upset and allowed to be, a man had his hand on my wife!" he was mad at the situation. "i am also upset that my wife just goes off, you could tell me. does that ever occur to you, to tell me things?" he said as his own hand ran through his hair. "now i need to get some fresh air," he said taking a deep breath. "and you are avoiding me, unless there's something you want you want from me," he said before walking past her to head for the balcony stairs.

"gwaine, please." she pinches the bridge of her nose, her headache still niggling at her temples and this conversation being the last thing that she wanted to have. "i just wanted some air, to go for a walk in the gardens or something. i was always going to come back inside to you." she drops her hand from her face, glare focussed in him as she crosses her arms. "please, for once, don't make this a bigger deal than it needs to be. i'm not avoiding you, alright?"

"i didn't say you're a common whore," he said pushing himself at the wall. "but the fact you are everywhere besides next to your husband is making us the topic of rumors." he knew that she wasn't seeking anyone out, that much they could agree on. but he was so easily influenced by the words of others that it tended to rattle him to his core. "i heard what you said to him, those words were the reason i'm not angry with you."

for a moment she merely stares at him, shocked by his reaction after he'd quiet literally come to her rescue. "you can not be serious right now." she scoffs, shaking her head. she doesn't know what she expected when it came to her husband, the two of them always seeming to butt heads. "i came out here to get some air because i have a headache and the oaf followed me out and wouldn't take the hint that i didn't want his company. what do you take me for, a common whore? did that look like i wanted his attention on me?"

"and you," he said walking past her, "you've been gone off with him for how long now, that i had to find you-" he could only assume she was flirting again. it wasn't the first time she'd done it to under his skin, "at least you had the sense to turn him away when you did." gwaine leaned against the wall as he looked her over. "and what am i supposed to do when everyone thinks i'm a fool for having to go after you- he's going to go in there say that you were fancying him and that i'm a fool."

she doesn't see him until gwaine's practically upon them, the anxiety in her chest easing the moment he gets involved. selaena watches wide eyed at the way gwaine reacts, the viscount grunting in pain at the way his hand is bent almost to the breaking point. her own hands move to straighten down her dress from where he rumpled it, amusement shining in her eyes at the rage gwaine spews. my apologies, my lord. she hears the viscount muttering as he pushes himself off the floor, storming off back into the ballroom while clutching his wrist. her gaze turns to gwaine then, heavy sigh leaving her lips. "what a vile pig. i love how he apologized to you and not the person he groped." her eyes roll, frown settling on her features. "thank you for that."

hearing her reaction was enough to get gwaine to be upset at the right person. and his feet moved fast as he turned the corner and grabbed the viscount by the wrist and bent it back. "unless you're new or a fool, then why risk your life by touching what's mine?" he said shoving the man into the wall making one of the paintings shake. "she's a married woman you fucking rake. if you're looking for a rutting, then make your way to a whore house."

the last thing she had been wanting when she stepped out for some air was some company and yet, the gods hadn't deemed her fit for such peace. the viscount had followed her after already having sent her a few looks throughout the evening, seemingly having wanted to chew her ear off. but the more time he spent around her, the more she becomes increasingly aware of how flirty he is being, how he seems to get closer to her, his fingers lingering on her arm and waist. when they stop near the entrance back into the ballroom once more, her eyes widen when he reaches out to stop her from going in, unaware of gwaine's presence as the viscount's hands move to grab her ass. "get your damn hands off me!"

Another event for the season, meant the two having to pretend to be a happy couple. Though at some point he had lost sight of the woman as they had ended up speaking and mingling with their own acquaintances and friends. So to overhear how the Viscount Clinton had followed after his wife made him see red and follow.

Gwaine and Selaena may not be the most functional or loving couple, but at the end of the day she was his wife. And he felt something for her, though he couldn't place it himself. She made him angry and defensive, but at the end of the day that was his wife. So for another man to assume that it would be okay to talk to her in such a manner, and to try and touch her as so had his blood boiling. And the man found himself at the door way and caught a glimpse of her face. @vulgcrzz

selaena tended to stay out of the political matters her brother involved himself in. she did not like war or conflict, she didn't like her brother's greed when it came to land, and she certainly didn't enjoy the great loss of life that came with that. she was a princess for the people, content to do her work with the least fortunate in their society. taking in her brother's enemy? certainly the most involved she's been with the crown in a long time. her eyes flash when she notices him trying to sit up, stepping forward and one of her hands gently pressing against his shoulder. "please, don't strain yourself on my account. you're not in any condition for that." her hand is warm when she removes it from his shoulder, gaze catching on his torso and swallowing thickly before she tugs the sheet back up for him. "you've been sleeping for four days time. you murmured a bit here and there, but i was sure you weren't aware of much when you did." she smiles softly at the sound of his stomach growling, turning to one of her servants to send for food before facing him again. "selaena. princess selaena. it's a pleasure to hear your voice, king valor." she holds her breath, waiting to see if he realizes who she was.

a form of a woman, beautiful and smooth-edged with dark hair && a curious look in her eye, materialized in the fuzzy center of valor’s vision. for a moment - a fleeting second, just a flash of it, he inhaled sharply. the king thought he recognized her. eyes lit up, but as he gazed with lips slightly agape, he realized that through the fog of his pounding temples, he couldn’t quite place her. couldn’t bring any true realization up, no memories to associate to her striking beauty, nor recollection of the sound of her voice. just a vague, nearly empty sense of having seen her before… like she’d leapt from a dream. perhaps that was all. he was imagining things in his weakened state. “ and just how long is a long time? “ he finally croaked out, unable to sit up fully, feeling how his whole body betrayed him as he tried to come to a stand as any gentleman would when a lady entered the room. she spoke with the refinement of at least upper nobility. and yet - despite whatever valiant effort he made to show his respects to his savior, valor was unable to do much more than twitch in the sheets, allowing them to drop lower down his bare body. heat burned embarrassment through his core, and he was once again betrayed as his stomach let out a furious growl in response. “ …i suppose i am. thank you, my lady... ah...? “

with every passing moment between them her shock begins to fade and her anger takes the forefront, emerging deep within her at the knowledge that he had been alive all that time. years passed with him alive and not even bothering to send word of it. "around?" she scoffs, shaking her head. "i've not seen you for fifteen years and all you have to say for yourself is you were around?" her anger only flares when her eyes catch his, noting the same familiar look in his eyes that he used to use on her constantly. "you damn well better explain yourself to me. you owe me that much, charles." she'd been in love with him when he'd left, uncaring of the fact that he was going to be king one day if she could only steal one more kiss from him, one more lingering touch. she foolishly thought that one day they'd even marry, that she'd be deemed good enough for him. "and do not look at me like that. you don't have the right to."

she wasn't wrong, something terrible had happened to him, and in all technicality; he was dead. however, none of that could've prevented him from reaching out, apparently. but he was a beast, a monster that he still didn't quite understand and he'd always known he'd be damned all the more if he pulled her into the depths of depravity that his life had become. the man, who'd once been the heir to the throne, was now a monster whom needed blood to sustain him. he wasn't what she'd known, he wasn't what she could possibly fathom and if he cared about her, which he did, leaving her be was the best thing he could've done. still, he knows that the slap to his cheek is well deserved, the force enough to have his head flipping to the side. he laughs, breathless, the feeling of it far more enjoyable than he knows makes sense. his fingertips raise, gentle in stroking the cheek she'd inflicted the much needed pain against. "i've been...around," he admits then, looking back at her, with the same old look of adoration in his gaze. "hard to explain away not aging in a decade, don't you agree?"

she feels like an imbecile merely standing there staring at him, robbed of words. what had occurred between them had long since ended, him shooting the final blow when he walked away and left her heart in tattered pieces. despite that, she always thought she would have the comfort f his presence in the castle at least, knowledge that she could walk down a hall and catch sight of them, that she could stroll in the gardens with their son while noah was nearby just so they could spend some time together without suspicion. yet his words of leaving suck the very life from her, frown tugging at her lips. "you can't." she says lamely, shaking her head as she sucked in a deep breath. "please, noah, i - " she cuts herself off, stopping the words from passing her lips and making this all the more difficult for the both of them. "i don't want you to go. i know this is difficult, but to never see each other again? is that truly better?"

open to: 30+ f

plot: based on x

"I have spoken with the king, and he has agreed to my request. I will be leaving in 2 days time." Noah had witnessed many horrific things as a knight. The nightmares of war haunted his dreams quite often. Even with those grisly memories, Noah carried on with his head held high. If he could withstand all that weight on his shoulders, what was a little more? Perhaps falling in love with a woman he could not have? Maybe watching her bear his own child, only to claim it belongs to another? One man could only take so much. Noah had to escape this hell on Earth. With the King's permission, he was granted a new position, serving the King's brother. He would be moved to another castle, miles away from the one he was trying to flee from. Before his departure, Noah wished to tie up any loose ends. Although he had ended the affair with the mother of his child some time ago, she still staked claim on his heart. Leaving without telling her goodbye felt too cowardly. They had been through too much.

"You must understand.. I simply cannot continue to stand by and endure."

his face has been ingrained in her memory even after all these years. after all, she'd once pictured and entire life that would be lived at his side. even when she went on to marry someone else, even when that husband had died several years ago, charles was still a haunting memory that wouldn't leave her alone. yet even in fantasies of seeing him again, she had never expected him to look exactly as he once was rather than ages like her. "how..." she murmurs quietly, shaking her head as she takes tentative steps towards him. "you look exactly the same." she mutters, confusion awash on her features. all this time she'd thought something terrible had happened to him, that he was long dead. without thinking, her hand snaps up and collides with his cheek, pain radiating against her palm afterwards. "where the hell have you been?"

a part of him had thought -- had hoped -- that she wouldn't recognise him. after all, it had been years...a decade and a half, yet the moment he sees the look in her eyes, the moment the pastries fall from her grasp, before she's even said his name he knows; he knows she knows exactly who he is. lips part, but no words or sound fall - just a slightly shaky breath at first. he tries to collect himself in the moment, he hadn't anticipated her seeing him. had been skillfully missing her gaze for years upon years, had gotten too cocky, it seems. rolling his shoulders back, he slips closer; slowly, hesitantly. "yes, it is me..." he can lie, but he doesn't want to. he's missed her, never stopped missing her, craving their closeness, but he was afraid. of what he'd become, of what he was capable of. "hello selaena."

when she had left for the markets that morning, selaena had expected a rather unexceptional day. she had most certainly been wrong about that. she had barely stepped away from the bakery, tarts packed away safely in the box clutched in her hands than blue eyes land on his frame. he hasn't changed since she last saw him fifteen years ago, kissing her goodnight and promising that he'd see her the next day. only that day had come and charles hadn't been there, instead a ghost on the night never to be seen again and leaving a gaping hole in her heart. yet here he stands. the box of pastries falls from her hands, thunking against the cobblestones as she merely stares at him in utter disbelief. "charles?"

open to: w / m / nb (30+ age gaps almost a necessity !).

potential connections: best friend, betrothed, ex, whatever fits.

plot: several years ago, prince charles ferdinand disappeared, leaving a mystery in his wake. to most, he's nothing but a ghost story, but your muse was a part of his life in some fashion. he hasn't seen them for a long time, actively avoiding them since being turned into a vampire.

sleep had evaded him for years, though he supposed it was no longer a requirement of his current species. charlie's mind was far too active, far too full of thoughts of the past, of what could've been - should've been. he'd disappeared for good with intention. there's no way anyone he knew could handle, nor deserved to handle, the state of a beast he'd become. he'd had to become nothing but smoke, everyone was better off for it. still, he'd attempted to keep an eye on them throughout the years, though he had always been mindful to not allow their eyes to find him - until now, apparently. lips purse, and if his heart still beat, it'd be practically ripping out of his chest. he smiles then, hopes he can play it off. it's been enough years, he should've changed somewhat. he hadn't. not one wrinkle pressed against fresh, porcelain skin. "good afternoon. charmed, i'm sure."

she smiles down at his reaction to her touch, thumb brushing over the head of him again before she encircles her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking downwards towards the base. she moans at the way he plays with her tits, every brush of his fingers against her nipples making her sensitive and wetter against her thighs. "you're doing very well, my prince." she compliments, genuine as pleasure courses through her as he sucks on her, fingers working the other side and making her long for his cock to fill her. "and my name is selaena." she answers with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again as her hand continues to stroke his cock slowly. "do you want me to show you the other place to touch to prepare a woman for you? we are rather complicated, and making us wet enough before simply fucking us is important if you want her to enjoy herself."

Alastair stripped down fully, admiring her body with his eyes, desperate to touch her but uncertain as to where to start. His c^ck was standing proud, bucking against his stomach and already leaking from excitement. When she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his erection, he hissed with arousal and sensitivity. “They’re so warm and full,” Alastair complimented her, massaging them with surprising skill. He may be a virgin, but he’d had flings where he’d felt up his partners. He’d also gotten his c^ck sucked a fair number of times, causing him to favor it during foreplay.

Instinctively, Alastair put his mouth to one of Selaena’s nipple, suckling and nibbling at it gently, using his hand to massage and twist her other nipple. “Am I doing well? And…what is your name?” He asked, blushing.

she has to supress a grin at his answer, knowing then and there that her work would be easy. it always was with the inexperienced ones, the virginal ones that would tremble under her every touch. she nods once, thumb stroking over the head of his cock. "you can touch me anywhere you like, my prince. though if you want to know how to please your future bride, you should start by touching here." she takes his hand, sliding it up over her breast.

Alastair felt Selaena’s eyes on him as he stroked himself, moaning softly as he felt her feminine hand embrace on his hardened member. He ached for her lips to be on his coc.k, having been told that was a pleasurable experience.

Alastair kissed the escort back, holding her close and embracing her lovingly for a moment. “Never,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing at his confession. He looked her over, coc.k twitching at the majesty of the sight. “You’re incredible,” Alastair whispered softly.

“May I touch you?” He asked innocently, wanting her consent.

the last thing she wanted was for him to follow her from the castle, the queen seeking the crisp night air as a reprieve from the roiling jealousy within her. she hated seeing others flirting with him, knowing damn well she couldn't do the same in public. "i'm fine, why don't you go back in the castle?

Open to anyone. Assume connections and f28+ if romantic. Also open to this being a period setting and if it is, he's a lord/ knight.

"Hey, hey...are you alright? What's up with you tonight? You've been acting strange," Liam panted slightly as he hurried up to the other who had made an excuse and left the house to go outside.

she merely watches her for a few moments as he strokes hiself, her own hand trailing down to skim over the head of his cock, teasing him. selaena leans down over him, one hand cupping his face as she kisses him, smiling against his lips when she pulls back again. it wasn't often that she was hired for jobs like these, a thrill running through her at the prospect of teaching the crown prince. "have you ever seen a naked woman before?" she questions, sitting up to straddle him, entirely bare for his gaze.

@indiestarter // Open Starter with Crown Prince Alastair of Lunaruz Connection: Your muse is the one to teach Alastair how to please his future wife. Based on Shawn Mendes’s “Teach Me How To Love” Open To: F/NB

Alastair lay naked on the lavish, elegant bed he was given upon being declared Crown Prince of Lunaruz, having been given a natural, hypoallergenic lubricant and being instructed to stroke his gradually growing erection. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, growing more and more around at the prospects of pleasing the courtesan. He’d follow her every word, and become a masterful lover so he could please his future wife in bed from the wedding night onward.

she’s fucked. she knew that without a shadow of a doubt that she would have been better off leaving him to die where she’d found him, especially when she recognized who he was. king valor, the number one enemy territory that her brother had been trying to conquer and absorb into his own kingdom. she knew that by extension, valor was supposed to be her enemy too, that she should have handed him over to her own king and ended the fighting. but at the sight of him bleeding and helpless outside her estate? well, it had her swearing her staff to secrecy and having her healer look over him. she’s been anxiously awaiting him waking, stood on the balcony when she hears his voice and she hesitates before she walks inside. what if he recognized her as his enemy’s sister? what if he killed her for his own gain? but she swallows, entering the room anyway and reassuring herself that he was hardly a threat in his condition. “you’ve been sleeping a long time. are you hungry?”

status -> open to all 21+ muses *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! supernatural muses welcome, too! + canons if applicable but will be selective*

setting -> my muse, inspired by arthur from camelot lore, is the king of a small realm && has been severely injured in battle. your muse, perhaps not realizing that he is the king, has taken on the task of nursing him back to health && saving his life. bonus points if your muse is on the enemy's side, or maybe does know who he is && has other intentions, entirely utp!!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

i should be dead. it was the first thought that floated through the throbbing agony of king valor's mind, before the full force of the pain hit his body. bones, broken. flesh, torn. he last remembered the devastating swing of a sword- a blurred face with lifeless eyes as they swung to claim his own... valor startled fully awake. groaning as he sat up, nearly passing back out again as color dazzled in fractals of his vision, bile rising in his throat as his body screamed protest to movement. maybe i am dead. he shook, trying to focus on his breathing, eyes wild as they took in unfamiliar surroundings. valor looked down, noticing his clothes were gone. the royal crest, the weapons, the armor... exposed, vulnerable, with bruises blooming over so many surfaces. " hello? " the king croaked, realizing how dry his throat was, how he was too weak to stand. to fight, to run. fear flooded his veins like ice. " am i alone here? "