Don't Forget When They Have Hate Sex But Its Sweet And Tender And The Other Starts To Question If They

Don't forget when they have hate sex but its sweet and tender and the other starts to question if they really hate the other while theyre asleep so peacefully.

I just love Hero x Villan!

Especially when its not one sided. They both feel the connection but actively fight it!

Or when the villan is in a relationship with the hero but is keeping their villan identity a secret. How fun is that!

Or when neither of them know each others' identities while in a relationship. And the hero reveals who they are and the villan is shook! They start to question if they can continue their dubious deeds. Realizing who they have been hurting. Internally panicking about what to do!

Or when the villan and hero slowly start to understand each other and start having heart to hearts.

Or when the hero and villan through their many battles have gained great respect for each other. And when one dies the other is at first shocked but then grieves for the loss of that special person.

Or when the villan manipulates and persuades the hero into their plans. Always staying 3 steps ahead of the hero while teasing them. Creating a burning passion in the hero that balances on the thin line that is love and hate.

Or when the hero and villan had a past together before they became who they are. The hero trying desperately to bring back the person they knew and the villan trying desperately to get rid of the hero.

I can go on and on and on.

Some soft clefdraki for us starved shippers

[reblogs would be nice (:]

I pass the Russians, the page is ficbook. use the translator from Russian to English, first click on the name of Dr. Benjamin Kondraki, so it is easier to find the stories just look for the names

i would like to take a moment to thank anon for feeding a starved clefdraki soul. i really appreciate the effort you put into compiling this list, and will definitely be checking these out <3

THAT WAS U OMG!!!!!

an 8 hour migraine and a fuckton of painkillers resulted in my writing clefdraki smut at 2 am in the dead of night while barely conscious and now god has to deal with what i've done

I wanna know what happens next

@heart-soul-mind said: Hello!! OMG thank you so much for actually writing a second part, I just randomly found you and that fae/librarian snippet just called to me. It was so good!! I love it, I would love to read more if you’d like to continue but no pressure ^-^ everything I’ve read from you is so good, you’re pretty great

Anonymous said: Hi! I just dropped in to say that the librarian story part 3 would literally make my week!

I love you guys. Continuation of part one and part two. Hope you like it!

Mendel opened his mouth, but the prince sealed it with a hand. 

“Stay still, little mouse,” the prince cautioned, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

He froze, and the last thing he saw before passing out was the Prince’s hand on his forehead, eyes flashing with triumphant delight.

When Mendel opened his eyes, he was in his library, flat on his back. 

“You’re awake,” the prince said, walking up. “Finally.” 

He scrambled up, backing against one of his bookshelves. They’d rearranged themselves, he noticed, so he must have been out for several hours.

“Don’t go running off, now,” the prince said. He was relaxed, Mendel noticed, casually leaning against another shelf, hands tucked in his pockets. “You wouldn’t do very well outside these walls without me.”

“Why?” Mendel asked, quiet. He didn’t need to ask where they were, but all he knew about the realm of the fae came from books.

“It’s a dangerous world for a mortal,” the other explained. “And there are others less… welcoming as I. As long as you stay by my side, you’ll be just fine.” 

After a beat, he held out a bowl of cherries. “Would you like something to eat? Jumping can take a lot out of those who aren’t used to it.”

Mendel hesitated, captivated by the crimson fruit. His stomach rolled. “No thanks,” he said, continuing to back away. He had some food hidden away in a corner, all he had to do was find it. 

“Why not?” The prince asked. “You need to eat.” He took a step forward, holding out the bowl again.

“No thank you,” Mendel said, firmer now that the prince was insistent. 

A muscle twitched in the prince’s jaw. 

“You cannot leave,” the prince said.

“I’d rather have the option than not,” Mendel replied. “And don’t worry, I have plenty of food to last me.”

A smile curved the corner of his mouth. “Clever mouse. How long do you think you’ll hold out? We have all of eternity.”

“That’s terrifying,” Mendel muttered. 

“That’s the truth. The sooner you give in, the sooner you can get used to this world.” He flicked his hand, and the bowl disappeared. “But it doesn’t matter.”

Mendel tilted his head, wishing he could summon up some courage. 

It does matter, he wanted to say. So long as I don’t eat it…

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” the prince asked. “I wonder how your mind works.”

“You’ve mentioned that,” Mendel said, annoyed. “I want to leave. Don’t think I won’t try to escape- I’ll spend every second running from you.”

The prince stifled a laugh. “I’ll humor you,” he said. “Let’s say you do manage to find a means of escape- by then, you won’t be able to leave. Trust me, my borders are more than capable of keeping mortals inside.”

“I’d starve before trapping myself here,” Mendel said. The moment the words left his mouth, he knew it was a lie- there was something irresistible about the faerie realm, and he had his library…

“Confident, aren’t you, mouse?” the prince said.

“Okay,” Mendel relented. “So what if we make a deal?”

The prince tilted his head. “I’m intrigued. What does it entail?”

Mendel swallowed. “You don’t try to trap me here, or get me to accidentally fall into one of your traps.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“Everything’s you want,” Mendel said, “because I won’t try to escape.”

An eerie look of glee flickered across the prince’s face.

“I want to be able to leave if I want to,” Mendel hurriedly clarified, “but I won’t actively run away. I don’t want to leave my library.”

“And all I have to do is not force you to stay?” The prince said. “You have a deal, mouse.”

He nodded, relieved. After a moment of shifting back and forth on his feet, he said, “Um, how exactly do we deal the bargain?”

“A kiss,” the prince said, his face a mask of innocence.

Mendel wrinkled his nose. “Really? That seems a bit cliche.” He sighed, trying to quiet the pounding of his heart but failing miserably.

He stepped toward the prince, who made no effort to move toward him. He covered the remaining distance, until he was right in front of the other, craning his neck to look up.

“Well?” He breathed.

The prince crushed his lips against Mendel’s with a barely controlled fury, until any pretense of control Mendel was clinging to disappeared entirely, and it wa all he could do not to get swept away.

He gasped against the prince’s mouth, and the other pulled back, letting him drop in a heap.

An unbearable smirk danced across the prince’s face. “I’ll leave you to your books,” he said to the panting librarian, who still sat frozen in shock. He turned to leave, and said “I’ll be back with dinner.”

quick note about part twos- I’ll do them if I feel that the story should continue, but if the snippet ended with enough closure to work but still enough opportunity to make you want more, then I’ve probably done my job. If I think the snippet would be improved by a part two (which most of the time I think it could), then I’ll do it- but I just wanted you to know that a few won’t have a second part. This will, if ppl want it. :)

Its on ao3

an 8 hour migraine and a fuckton of painkillers resulted in my writing clefdraki smut at 2 am in the dead of night while barely conscious and now god has to deal with what i've done