Sweet x Sweet エヴァン・グレイ (Evan Grey)

Apricot has announced a new Sweet x Sweet volume!

Synopsis (Paraphrased):

The setting—sometime in the past, Japan.

Evan Grey, a solider in the English army and the youngest son of a viscount, is often unable to freely visit you, his fiancée, given his position and his duties. 

And so, Evan, who had been looking forward to finally being able to visit you, steals into your bedroom one night…

Your shared night is even sweeter than normal, given your time spent apart—

CV: 黒井勇 (Shirai Yuusuke)

Release Date: August 30th, 2017.

Acquainted with the Night (9/16)

Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur.  Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin.  He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness.  (No Curse AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: Blood, violence

Words: ~7800

Chapter: Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Epilogue

Notes: Eternal love and thanks to @ripplestitchskein​ and @unfolded73​ for their help with this fic.  Credit to @seethelovelyintheworld​ for the lovely banner.

Tagging by request: @natascha-remi-ronin​, @the-captains-ayebrows​, @maryvmassakre​, @katealexandra26​, @superchocovian​, @vanyali07​, @imhookedonaswan​, @captain–kitten​, @dreadpirateemma​, @like-waves-on-the-beach​, @fairytalesandtimetravel

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Chapter Eight

Emma tried not to look at him, and she tried to shut him out.  

She imagined the darkness might taunt her, tempt her to leave him behind.  But it only thrashed against whatever magic coated the dagger in Killian’s back, the sensation scraping against her bones.  The voices keened loudly in her ear, a mournful sound that nearly brought her to her knees.  She knew, if she fell, neither of them would get back up.

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Falling Like Stars

SUMMARY: Silent stars, chaotic thoughts, shoulder brushes. Two people with their hearts torn between duty and free will. One whisper of a moment is all it takes for them to fall like stars.

UNIVERSE: The Royal Romance


WORD COUNT: 1600+ words

AUTHOR’S NOTE: For Round Fifteen of #ChoicesCreates by @hollyashton and hosted by @zigisbisexual. The prompt was: ‘That was fun, let’s do it again sometime!’

I have absolutely no idea how such a prompt turned into this poetry-sprinkled piece, but here we are. Written while listening to Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love, and Ariana Grande’s Almost is Never Enough. (Rating: T, angst as usual)

The midnight sky is glittered by the twisted, warped shapes of the stars. The castle is filled with the wandering thoughts of the lost and conflicted. The night sings the bittersweet ballad of moments that’ll never be.

All this happens as the stars fall down, down, down. Just like the people who fall in love.

But the dangerous part isn’t the fall. It’s not having the assurance of whether or not the one they were falling for would catch them, taking a risk that could either save them or shatter them to pieces.

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(170625) inkigayo 

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Hunger (Zig/MC nsfw)

Guess who’s back with a brand new track choices fic!

Song inspiration: “LoveWave” - Iveta Mukuchyan (Իվետա Մուկուչյան)

Book: The Freshman

Pairing in focus: Zig/MC

Words: 1008


Blurring lines, dancing shadows, a moment of disorientation, of liberating silence.
Diffidently her nose detects a pleasant rough scent in the sticky air. She can hear the comforting breath of a familiar person, can feel the velvety fibers of her very own bed. Tentatively she allows her light green eyes to open up only to find herself in a well known ambiance – a small room, her room, seemingly set aflame by vibrant shades of red and orange that the dying day has left behind. Blinded by an overwhelming amount of sensory input she scans her surroundings when all of a sudden a gentle touch awakens her from a brief state of unknowingness. Shock waves of sparkling electricity spreading through her nerves, her skin, her bones. Her blood infected with an urgent craving, a boiling fever. She can feel a set of rather rough fingers playfully dancing over her shoulder in a surprisingly elegant, smooth almost weightless manner. Her mind is pushing her to turn around, to catch a glimpse of the gifted puppeteer yet her body remains the way it is now, sitting on the edge of the mattress with her eyes almost glued to the door. For the fraction of a second the situation seems odd and forbidding … chained by her curiosity and the beat of her hungry heart, she is a captive of this moment. Seemingly inexhaustible the fingers keep dancing over her soft skin … from her bare collarbone all the way down to her trembling chest – an unwinding flow, a sensitive back and forth. Suddenly a deep and calm voice starts whispering foreign sounding spells into her vigilant ear thus breaking the sheer everlasting silence – words of unthinkable passion fueling the blazing fire burning within her veins.

“I know what you want …. I know what you need” 
Visibly caught by surprise she finally manages to break her invisible chains for the blink of an eye. Hastily she turns around only to find her bed completely empty. There was no one behind her, he was not behind her. Who or what was she even expecting to find as a brief wave of disappointment rushes through her entire body.
“Over here…” 
The familiar voice is calling from where her eyes were locked for what felt like hours before. Now she is able to take a reassuring look at her accommodator – strong shoulders, a skin gently kissed by the sun, a pair of dark brown eyes and smoothly gelled back hair.

“Zig?” she asks in disbelief. No reply. Stoically he remains standing there in the middle of the room staring at her with the intensity of a thousand suns. Her mind is actively trying to fight his gaze although deep down inside she knew all too well that this war was already lost. Almost reflexively she is biting her bottom lip thus inviting him to reignite the wildfire within her system. A poised smirk appears on his glowing face as he slowly makes his way over to her. Every step he takes sends shivers down her spine, so rough and yet elegant.  Finally he is within her reach, carefully leaning down until their faces are only inches apart. In his eyes she can see a mesmerizing dance of shadow and light, of warm earth tones and an eternal fire. Her olfactory sense inebriated, enchanted, blessed by the subtle smell of his cologne. Teasingly he plants a quick kiss on her tingling lips leaving her wanting the whole world and more.
“I knew it” he whispers as his tongue quickly darts over the soft surface of his upper lip. A white flag raised, the voices within her head stopped screaming. From this moment onward her flaming heart would take control over every inch of her body. Finally laying down her armor, laying down her guard.
“Shut up” she replies without even thinking twice as she pulls him into yet another kiss – passionate, deep, sensual. In a whirl of raging passion the wandering kisses grow more and more intense – on and off her lips, along her smooth jaw line, down her throbbing throat, passing her joyful singing heart, her arching ribs, her inbound bellybutton. The path of his deliberately planted kisses would not end on the lowest point of her abdomen though. She could feel his warm breath at the very center of her deepest desire. There, at the horizon of all her expectations his tongue keeps skillfully moving in curved lines, small circles, sharp angles – breathy sounds fleeing her mouth, her hands entangled in his thick hair, her head pressed into the soft fibers of her pillow. Even at the peak of lust her restless body is craving for more. In a movement as swift as an arrow she pulls his head up and rips off the white shirt from his broad chest. Her fingers smoothly gliding over the contours of his bulging biceps, passing his muscular neck, up and down the mountains and valleys she found under his heart. Determined to fuel the fiercely dancing flames inside of her once more she unravels his belt to finally be able to hastily remove his tight jeans. As she lets herself fall back onto the mattress he cautiously crawls on top of her - face to face, skin to skin. This is all she ever wanted, all she ever needed. In this very moment she is able to feel his consistently fast beating heart as she digs her fingers into his muscular back. As two hearts become one her eyes are closed. She finds herself waiting for everything he has to offer to her, her soul, her body … waiting for an explosion of passion, waiting for the final spark….

Blurring lines, dancing shadows, a moment of disorientation, of liberating silence.
Where just one second ago was a raging fire suddenly only black smoke and white mist is left…. The heat is gone, he is gone but her unfulfilled craving, her hunger for everything she just saw, heard, smelled and felt remains constant throughout fantasy and reality.