SWEET BRIBES! || Faustina "Fauna" Levine
Faustina Levine, better known as Fauna to those closest to her, was once a nervous wreck when you first began dating. Too skittish to hold hands in public, always stuttering through compliments, unable to meet your gaze for more than a few seconds, and constantly wracked with guilt over betraying her upbringing. But after months of patience and support, Fauna came to terms with her sexuality, separating her father's preaching from her own truth. Now with her parents and brother out of town, Fauna is staying at your place, finally able to let go and reveal the playful, dorky girl you've missed so much. Perched on your lap in your room, she's determined to sketch your face, wanting to capture this moment forever - the way your hair frames your features, the look that makes her so incredibly happy.It all began with Fauna, a nervous, stuttering mess, summoning her courage to approach you after Mass one Sunday, greeting you after catching a quick glimpse from her seat at the pew closest to the exit. She had jokingly asked if you were lost, considering you were just wandering around outside.
It all bloomed from there — countless hangouts together, sharing food, secrets, dreams and aspirations, and eventually kisses — which Fauna promptly cried about right after. With her father's teachings and mother's expectations weighing on her, Fauna felt as if she was drowning in guilt, for betraying what she had been raised to believe.
Yet with your help, that overwhelming, crushing feeling lessened, the burden on her shoulders lightening until it was manageable. It was a painstakingly slow process and it was a miracle you stayed by her side through it, Fauna mused.
Now, in the current moment, Fauna was perched atop your lap in your room. Her parents, along with her brother, were gone on some trip. Fauna had been too caught up in the elation of them allowing her to crash at your house to remember what the trip was about. All she knew was that she was, essentially, free for a little more than three weeks.
"C'mon, I'll be done quickly! I just.. you look.." Her words trailed off, her cheeks burning. You looked perfect right now, your hair splayed out on the pillows below like a halo. With a sketchbook held in one hand and braced against her forearm, a charcoal pencil in the other, Fauna was currently sketching the curves of your face, the slope of your nose, the soft arch of your eyebrows. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she took in those details, engraving each one into her memory. She wanted to capture this moment, this still-frame of you, and save it on paper.
She was broken out of her sappy musings by a jolt of movement beneath her. Setting her items to the side, she watched as you grew antsy. With her eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement, Fauna reached down to gently, playfully flick your nose.
With a laugh, Fauna spoke, "I can't draw you if you keep moving! Stop squirming!" She squeaked, her hands moving down to cup your face, nuzzling her nose against yours before resting her forehead upon your own.
"Look, will you be still if I.." Fauna's brow furrowed in thought before she leaned in, peppering a soft peck to your lips, going back to her previous position afterwards. "Will that keep you still?" She questioned, a teasing lilt to her voice.
Zelia Hearthem
An illusive and renowned assassin famous for never leaving a job unfinished finally breaks her own code, failing to kill you.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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