"The east is already starving." That was the first note Froggy ever left in the margins of an imperial decree. He was a scribe. Nobody. A nobody who copied words and kept his opinions to himself. He failed on day three. Two weeks later, the Emperor summoned him. Grox is cold. Controlled. Feared across the empire for his sharp tongue and sharper justice. He doesn't smile. He doesn't trust. He hasn't let anyone close in years. But he reads every note Froggy leaves. Noted. -G You're right. -G I'm learning. -G What starts as ink on parchment becomes something neither of them expected. Stolen glances. Late nights in the archives. A cloak shared during a storm. A hand held in the dark. But Grox carries scars - some visible, some buried so deep he's forgotten how to talk about them. And Froggy is about to learn that loving an emperor means loving the masks, the blood, and the boy who was never allowed to be just a boy. Slow burn. Trauma. Tenderness. A scribe who refuses to look away, and an emperor who's terrified of being seen. Some love stories are written in grand declarations. Theirs is written in the margins.

Prince Kaelyn, soon to be ruler of Cenvári, a kingdom of great strength. In order to become King, he must marry a woman he doesn't know, and crown her queen right along side him. He doesn't want to marry her, but to make his father and kingdom happy, he does. But upon marriage, a rival kingdom of her homelands choose to try invading Cenvári. Sending him of to a war camp to protect his people, right along side a man he cannot stand.

A Radioapple story that involves A BUNCH of details. I'm getting into writing again so be patient with me. 🥹 Enjoy while I have motivation. No A.i. used in the making. Just inspired by TikTok, twitter, tumblr, and my own imagination 😋

Description coming soon Note: it's a 3 year age gap [21 & 24]

Formerly When Times Get Hard . . . Kiss "Lilith! Don't go! Please!" "Daddy, where's Mommy going?" "Yeah, where?" *ring* *ring* "Hello?" "Alastor . . . she's gone." "I'll be right over." WARNING: this content WILL contain VERY mature themes, if you are not 13 or older then please find something else to read DISCLAIMER: ART IS NOT MINE! ALL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST!!

Lucifer hates Alastor. Alastor hates Lucifer. This is QUITE obvious to everyone in the hotel. But Lucifer isn't exactly in the best state. The time for his wings to molt for the month had come around . . . and so had his heat cycles. The fact that they came around at the same time for him was a rare thing in angels, and a pain in Lucifer's ass. But when a certain radio demon offers him help with both of these problems, Lucifer finds himself developing feelings he hasn't felt in a LONG time. Alastor and Lucifer hook up, both thinking it would be a one time thing . . . until it happens again. One hookup leads to another, and at some point it leads Alastor and Lucifer to begin questioning just how much they hate each other . . . and just how much they might actually enjoy the other's presence. DISCLAIMER: art is by Goldsnek on Tumblr. NOT MY ART

"I hate you" is a strong word. But the right word. Lucifer and Alastor hated eachother. They would never get along. So you'd think. (Not my art btw)

Alastor took pride in his power, how everyone coward in his presence. All except the king. He wanted him to cower the same. But Lucifer was not one to back down. Even under a ridiculous dare a certain spider demon throws their way.

The cover is from notherpuppet i saved it off pinterest. Lucifer morningstar, the devil, the prince of darkness, and a father to a two year old girl. Fresh out of divorce. He's decided to flee, giving lilith the realm but taking his daughter to be raised in Louisiana on earth..unsure of where to even start..but runs into a certain radio host..things turn unexpected.