#madebyeggy

Tonight is a night you just can not fall asleep. Every now and then this happens. you lay there all cozy, but your brain and body both still have so much energy.

It's certainly not a terrible energy, but it's not exactly pleasant to lay there all bored either. you could read a book or work on any of the other many hobbies you've picked up in all the time you have……or you could drag Nicky to the private hot tub under the disguise of needing to relax in it and jump him when he's least expecting it and turn it into a funny midnight wrestling match. Yes.

With your perfectly mischievous plan in place, you turn to face a peaceful Nicky, who has his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. Okay, maybe only if he's awake enough and gives a confident yes…

As you're contemplating how terrible it would be to drag such a beautifully relaxed angel out of bed in the middle of the night, his eyes sleepily open and his grip on your waist tightens to pull you closer.

"Somethin' on my face, love?" he mumbles, his voice vibrating deeply in his chest. He presses a soft tired kiss to your lips, which you gladly return.

"Just those same two gorgeous moles that I always want to kiss. But, uh," it's now or suffer even more boredom.

"Yes?" Nicky urges you to continue, giving his full attention.

"I can't sleep. If you wanted to… maybe we could relax in our private hot tub area under the stars?"

"relax there? not here in bed?" He questions.

Shoot he must be onto you already. "I- I just mean maybe a change of scenery with the nice water would help me relax and fall asleep easier, but we don't have to," you quickly backpedal.

Nicky lets out an affectionate chuckle as he sits up, rubbing your side gently. "You are awful wound up tonight, huh. Since when have I said no to relaxin' there with you, anyway? my votes on 'let's do it', toots."

With the first step of your plan in place you excitedly hop up immediately, tossing the covers over without a care for remaking the bed. "I'll grab towels!"

"Don't bother, my love. I made sure anything we'll ever need will be there for us whenever we need it," Nicky says, his amusement at your reaction very clear.

"Perfect." With that out of the way, you grab Nicky's hand and drag him down the hallways of the house and outside, both of you giggling like you two had only been together for a month and were being devious, despite being married.

When you arrive at the private grotto, you begin searching for bathing suits.

"What're you looking for?" Nicky asks as he removes his shirt, revealing his hypnotizingly gorgeous chest and stomach.

"Bathing suits? You said everything we needed would be here," you answer.

Nicky gives you a sly smirk and raises an eyebrow while smoothly saying "We don't need no bathing suits if it's just the two of us, do we?"

His response makes you grin as you remember him saying something similar the day before you had married him. "I suppose not, Nicholas." you lovingly roll your eyes as you begin stripping.

You pause for a moment to glance behind you to see what progress Nicky has made with his undressing. Much to your joy, he's neatly folding his clothes and your eyes land on his bare butt. That beautiful divine butt that you could stare at forever. It had to be the most perfectly shaped butt you've ever had the privilege of seein-

"Distracted by something, darling?"

You slowly raise your eyes to meet his highly amused face. You can't even think of a sly comeback, nor can you think of a lie. So you respond with a blunt, "You have a nice ass," before turning away to continue taking off your clothes. This earns a hardy laugh from Nicky that echoes in the room as you hear his feet hit the floor as he saunters over to you.

His hands meet your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck. "Need help?"

You melt inside as you tilt your head to the side in hopes that his lips will linger there for just a little while longer. "I certainly wouldn't mind."

He seems to get the message and indulges, hugging your waist closer and pressing more kisses to your neck. You let out a breathy sigh that turns into a moan as his kisses turn to nibbles.

His kisses travel to your back and down further as he lowers himself to remove your pants and undergarment slowly, gently.

God, forget playing games, this haze of lovely contrasting energy between his bitey kisses on your hips and the gentle way he runs his hands up and down your thighs is all you need now. You can't stop yourself from imagining all the ways his mouth could caress more of your body… all the ways his tongue could touch and tease and suck you. Just the thought makes you more than weak as another moan escapes your lips.

And as soon as you think your legs will turn to pure jelly and you're thoroughly hot and bothered, he suddenly stops and sweeps you off your feet to carry you like royalty.

"Wh- Nicky? Why'd you stop?" You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I thought the goal was to relax you in the water, not wind you up even more?" Nicky teases as he walks you both to the tub, gently lowering you in.

The water was absolutely perfect as it washed over your bare body. Not too hot, not too cold, but not lukewarm either. Perfectly warm.

The way the reflection of the dimly lit water reflected on the walls and gave way to stars and the gorgeous moon high above you both was utterly perfect. And the way all those elements looked resting on your beloved's face as he lovingly relaxed with you in his arms. It only made you want him more.

Joking around is long forgotten as you shift to straddle his waist and raise a hand out of the water to guide his face, his soft lips, closer to yours. "I'm already wound up, my love, too late. But perhaps you could help tire me out?" you practically whisper pleadingly.

In this close proximity you can feel exactly how that action and those words affected him. His member twitches against your leg as he amorously gazes at you. He gives in and mumbles "I'd love to please you, gorgeous."

His lips meet yours and the gratification of giving in to desire is immediate and mind scattering.

The kisses start out soft, gentle, slow. Quickly enough, they turn hungrier and more desperate. Nicky bites at your bottom lip as if desperate to get closer and closer as you deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours.

You throw one arm around his neck and bury your other hand in his hair, pressing your chest against his. In response he grips your waist and pulls you flush against him. Flush against his hard warm member that has practically come to life at this point.

This only increases your mounting frustration, which comes to a peak when Nicky pulls away from your already swelling lips to begin pressing sucking bitey kisses to your shoulders and neck. The type that you can already tell are gonna leave beautiful marks for you to gaze upon in the morning.

Your hips shift and buck as you rub against him for any sort of friction to relieve the pressure building inside of your stomach. You let out a groan of pleasure as you feel your sex make contact with his and suddenly your thoughts are flooded with the need for more, more.

As much as you want him inside of you right this moment, as much as you want to wrap your thighs around his waist while he thrusts into you, you know that'd be a bit… too difficult in water.

And Nicky seems to feel and know this too, letting out a moan of his own and shifting his hips to rub against you before lifting you up and setting you on the edge of the pool in a hesitant manner.

"Lemme grab some things we need real fast, my love," he practically growls against your throat as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips before pulling away and swiftly heading to grab things.

"Would you like help?" you chuckle.

"Maybe spread this towel out beneath you? It'll make you a hell of a lot more comfortable" Nicky responds as he shoots a wink at you while tossing a towel at you.

You catch it somehow despite the low lighting and unfold the large plush towel. It might as well be a blanket, honestly. It's perfect for this. As you're settling yourself on it, Nicky comes back over with a bottle of lube and a condom in hand.

"May I?" You ask, gesturing for the condom. As he lowers himself to his knees in front of you, he gladly hands it over.

"As long as I get to do part two," he says confidently as you carefully open the condom package.

"You can direct the entire scene for all I care, I'm all yours, Nicholas."

You take the moment to take in the way his wet body looks in the moonlight. the way the water reflections shift and glimmer on all the right parts of him. The way his hip bone glows and shining moonlit water droplets roll down his thick chest and stomach, all the way down to his- you get the deal.

He may as well be a god in this moment. A god you'd let consume you if it was his wish or whim to do so. He would never be such a god, but the sentiment is still there. In all the power and control he has, he still falls to his knees when faced with his love and desire for you. Nothing makes him lose control more than just the image of your body entertwined with his, in pure pleasure. And tonight, you want nothing more than to make him fully lose control.

Nicky seems to revel in your attention as if he could read your thoughts while you rise to your knees and reach forward to tip his chin towards you. He lowers his lips to yours to meet in a long passionate kiss while you skillfully slip the condom on him, silently begging your usually clumsy hands to be steady and pleasurable.

And pleasurable they are. you shift the hand at his chin and drag your fingers lightly down his chest and stomach, settling it on his hip. The way you touch him sends a shiver through his body, much to your satisfaction. You use the leverage to tug him closer, all while stroking his hard excitement in the way you've learned earns you the most moans and drives him insane. Gentle palm rub at the tip, all encompassing around the shaft all the way down and back up. and repeat. not too hard and not too soft with your touch to tease him to lose his mind.

Nicky almost vibrates beneath your methodical calculated touch as he lets out a groan.

"You really know how to drive me crazy, love. You know that?" He moans out.

"I absolutely do, Nicky. Do you have anything else to say about it?"

Nicky gives you a devious smirk despite how flushed his face is as he answers, "I say it's time for part two."

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That was what Azazel had told his lover. His lover, his childhood friend, his most trusted religious advisor, and now his downfall. All of Azazel’s faith lay crumpled alongside his lover’s body. It was a curse. His hands, which were supposed to be a source of enlightenment were-- are -- a curse. That witch passing through hadn’t been deceiving, misleading. All of those people he had subjected to his madness in the name of his false god. There was no god to enlighten them to and now his lover was gone.

Why had he touched Azazel? Why had he done such a thing?! A fraction of that madness that was once was hands wrapped around his throat was now creeping into Azazel’s mind; Or so he thought it to be. The pain of having a forbidden part of one touched while they lay beside another they thought they could trust. It was its own unique madness to attempt to make sense of.

Bloodied scissors dropped and hit a puddle of blood spreading across the wooden flooring. Clattering, blood freckling Azazel’s feet. Those same scissors had so gently trimmed his hair just the night before. The scissors that had now created an irreversible stain upon the soft sheets.

That stain will never wash out, no matter how many times it’s washed. Azazel had thought numbly that night. Was it the scissors that first stained them?

They had to run. They were a monster. Murder was forbidden. Was it? What was allowed and what wasn’t? The truth was now lost to the hurricane raging and tearing Azazel’s mind. Blood sullied Azazel’s once unsoiled feet.

How had it happened? How was he standing bare when, just a moment ago, he was in a deep linen-warmed slumber beside his beloved? Was it even Az standing before their lover’s body, their ceremonial deer mask in a bloodied hand?

The noise that escaped Azazel’s throat was nothing short of gut-wrenching.

“leave Leave leave your broken faith.”

The first whisper cooed.

He dressed and ran.

Az still can’t recall much of that night. Bits and pieces present themselves in sleepless nights. In nightmares. In his dead lover’s figure, staring at him among a crowd or whispering over his shoulder like it did that night He told them to run. In the ghost of His hands around his throat. Yet, the full picture was always scattered. Always out of order and missing things. Always nauseating and turmoiled. The worst was when He stood in the doorway of an inn room and just stared with His gaping stab wounds. The wounds always accusingly blinked and dripped red streaming tears at Az, causing him to break into a cold sweat and curl in on himself. Az’s eyes always remained glued to the spot He was standing until the morning light chased the visions away.

Despite this, they couldn’t leave their past behind. Az clung to their mask and kept it pristine. Not a single speck of dirt. Not a single frayed thread on the embroidered blue sparkle star on its forehead that mirrored his own pupils. It was all he had left of the lie he used to live. What a comforting lie it had been. I wish sometimes that the illusion had not been interrupted.

He no longer could bear to be called Azazel. It was a thorned vine in their gums, in their brain, that pierced and bled them when they heard it uttered. Az was the alternative.

A name was an identity. Azazel was a false oracle. Nothing but a tool, a monster to be harnessed. Az is a blank slate. He had no idea who Az was. But Az had a goal; a future. The Senobium. He could remember that travelling witch’s words perfectly, though he had no desire to repeat them.

With determination, he finally weaseled his way into a travelling party heading for Eridia, as useless as he was. And they set off, desperate to be cured of their sin and curse. For if the curse was lifted, surely the voices and visions would cease. And then Az could just be Az. He could live a near normal life. He could dance to a song only he could hear and sleep in puddles of safe, secure sunlight without a care.

Right?

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It was mentioned that Fae parties often last days. Obviously, there’s no way you’d be able to party for so long, and Gwydion knows that well. The moment he senses you need to get away and get some rest, the two of you sneak off.

When I imagine Fae parties, I think of something similar to a renaissance festival. There are archery competitions, music, dancing, games, kids running around with ribbons.

When it gets darker, there are bonfires, more dancing, and food. Stories are traded and everything is still particularly high energy.

After visiting you in Arvore and experiencing how slowly, yet pleasantly things move there, he finds himself wanting to step away from Fae parties every now and then. He loves the energy and indulgence, but sometimes he just needs a little break with you.

Which is all the easier if you’re the type of person who also needs to step away from time to time.

You can absolutely bet he’s gonna be showing you how the Fae dance and party though!

Even though Gwydion was considered quite distant, Fae are very much connected, which is why humans really wouldn’t consider him distant. Friends and family often bathe together, and stranger danger is pretty much nonexistent because no one is strangers to eachother.

Sometimes Gwydion forgets this when he’s with you. It just slips his mind that humans are more strict, in a way, with who you bathe with and who you’re “allowed” to be vulnerable with

Which leads to some amusing situations early on in your relationship that involves you being flustered, but not necessarily uncomfortable with how casual he is with that stuff.

The endearing thing about it is that he doesn’t forget that when he’s around any human except for you. He just completely forgets with you because of how fast you guys connected (even if it was because of magic).

Compared to the strict environment you grew up in, Gwydion is like a breath of fresh air; an open field you can stretch out in and just let yourself be.

During the transition to a new year, Isla del Strella has a tradition of shooting shining arrows through the sky to celebrate Astrellio. It is said that every single year, Astrellio responds with shooting stars of his own, marking the beginning of the new year

During this transition to the new year, it is tradition for elders to shoot off arrows alongside children, to symbolize the passing of generations.

It’s a mix of formal and rowdy. How Fae somehow balance this so perfectly? You may never know.

But the first time you experience it? How can you not love it? Even as the only human there, you don’t feel out of place.

And, to be honest, Gwydion finds these events even more enjoyable with you around. Seeing you in his realm, looking at these things that are normal to him with such wonder and joy makes him feel all warm inside.

He often finds himself asking you what you think of it. He can feel how you feel, but he wants to hear the thoughts that accompany such wonderful feelings.

Your thoughts, your feelings, give him an entirely new perspective on almost everything about the realm he grew up in. The realm he is the leader of. Somehow, you have something to say or feel about every new thing that he had never thought or felt about it.

Of course, with visiting the land of the Fae, you get to see all sides of them.

Gwy is probably one of the least mischievous Fae you know compared to the others. Of course, you’re just as clever.

“May I have your name?” A Fae boldly asks.

Gwydion opens his mouth to stop the trickery, but your amused laughter cuts him off.

“You may not have it, but you may know it,” you respond slyly, earning a bright smile from the Fae.

“Oh! Oh they’re as clever as the rumors say! I wasn’t gonna keep it anyway, I know better than to be so rude. Worry not, Gwydion.”

The Faefolk are tricky, but they aren’t malicious. Nothing to worry about.