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I would never chase a man, but if he's written by Kerri Meniscalco, I might jog a little.

HE WAS EXTRAORDINARY YALL

HE HAS HER IN A COMFORTABLE EMBRACE AND U EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY

EVERYONE READ THIS FOR GOOD GRADES AND CLEAR SKIN THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

i love them so much yall-

Charming Spells

Per a fine request from @godscursedd , more Emilia and Wrath love

Word count: 1282 of suggestive teasing themes

Lust steals Emilia for a dance or two and while they dance Wrath finds himself becoming more affected by the passing minute. That spark of jealousy does not go unnoticed by his brother, instead of pushing more, Lust shows Emilia the sneaky glances Wrath throws their way and guides her to her grumpy demon.

One for fun little teasing that night, Emilia may have uncovered Wrath's true wishes and pushed past his wavering limits. Wrath... Is not one to hold back when he truly wants something

Watching Emilia dance the night away with Lust was like a torture. He still hasn’t forgotten their exchange on the beach and was worried whether it was a pleasant dance for Emilia now. It seems that it is a rather good one by the joyful laughter and shy little smiles that Emilia sends to Lust when she whispers something particularly funny in her cute ear. Cute? He was losing his grasp on his emotions again if he found an ear cute, out of all things. Grumpily taking a glass of some liquor from the tray that a servant was kindly offering him, Wrath turned away from the show of extraordinary happiness and stomped to the farthest edge of the marble hall.

A demon prince affected by some sneaky witch? Pathetic. Wrath was having a hard time looking away from the dancing couple even if it hurt to watch. EMilia must’ve been enjoying his brother’s company far more than his, she never laughed as loudly with him, or was he imagining that now?

“He has not let your single movement pass by him, you know?” Lust whispered to Emilia as he made her twist and turn in his hold to the rhythm of the music.

“Whatever do you mean?” Emilia replies shortly, preoccupied with catching falling petals in her outstretched hand.

“Wrath, he wants a dance I think. Or more like, he wants you away from me,” Lust explains and tugs Emilia towards him with a twist of his hand, pressing her back to him as he guides her flushed face in Wrath’s direction. They both catch him whipping his head away right in that moment and with a chuckle Lust pushes Emilia in his brother’s direction.

“Don’t tease him too much, he’s been grumpy all evening since you denied him your full attention,” with a knowing smirk Lust loses himself in the dancing crowd and Emilia is left to consider how to take the situation from here. Was wrath really interested in her like that to dislike her dancing with his brother? Or was it simply a matter of besting a brother?

With the remains of Lust’s scarce influence she feels giddy and daring, so teasing Wrath just a little seems like a better idea than just keeping him company by the wall.

Sneaking up on Wrath and seeing him anxiously scan the dancing hall in search of her felt ecstatic, adventurous even and his surprised yelp, when she had him pinned against some door behind the sideways curtains, was an interesting addition. His wide eyes added to that playful feeling that was overtaking Emilia and she pressed closer, running her hands up Wrath’s heated torso and feeling how his heartbeat picked up.

“Are you angry perhaps? No… Is this a little twinkle of jealousy I see?” Emilia softly tugs Wrath down to her face by the golden necktie and looks into his eyes. With this closure Wrath really has nowhere to hide and he shuts his eyes in a feeble attempt to get out of this situation with his ego intact.

“You must be a little delusional, Emilia dear,” Wrath says, more distracted by the possible softness of Emilia’s lips, by her rose-dusted cheeks from the night of dancing and by the movement of her chest with her every heartbeat. He is too focused on that sound, erratic thudding that he is not even supposed to know about or focus on, but it beats too much like his own.

“And you must be a little nervous,” Emilia notes Wrath’s hectic eyes and the bite of his lip that he tried to conceal.

“Did you overheat from all that dancing? Or did Lust charm you away again?” Wrath tries to regain the upper hand that has never been there and touches Emilia’s forehead with the back of his hand as if to check her temperature. She follows that slow movement with her curious eyes and in the moment that he takes the hand away she catches his wrist and moves to lay her cheek into Wrath’s large palm.

“Lust? No. You, however... “ Emilia traces her finger around Wrath’s surprised lips, dipping down to his chin and going lower, over his neck and into the dip of his collarbones that peek from under his shirt.

“Emilia, behave.” Wrath’s voice wavers and he sees the moment Emilia’s eyes sparkle with delight.

“Or what?” She surges forwards, hovering just near his lips and with her hand he guide’s Wrath’s palm to come and stay on her hip. “What will the powerful prince do if this troublesome witch misbehaves?” Emilia mockingly puts a finger to her lips and cocks her head to the side while carefully watching Wrath’s movements.

In less than a blink of her eye she was pushed against the same doors where Wrath was just standing and his body was pressed flush against hers as he kept her hanging slightly off of the ground.

“What is it with you today?” Wrath growls in her face and pushes her higher by her hips, Emilia’s hands come to search for support on his shoulders and she only smiles at Wrath’s serious face.

“You looked troubled, I wanted to see what it was about. Admit it, you were jealous,” Emilia laughs a little and dips her head to whisper in Wrath’s ear. “Say it, say you’ve been keeping an eye on me, wanting to dance with me and be the one to hold me around my waist.”

Wrath’s breath catches in his lungs at such shameless words. But what can he do, it’s too late to trick his way out of this and Emilia has seen through his mask long ago.

“Indeed, I was imagining to be the one who would guide the dance,” Wrath’s lips ghosted over Emilia’s neck, pressing slightly as he let her legs circle around his waist. “Wanted to take you outside and dance alone under the moonlight, wanted you all to myself,” he presses Emilia harder into the door and pushes her hips down on his. He chuckles at her gasp, finally feeling like he won a point in their weird game. Wrath followed the curve of Emilia’s waist up to her chest with one warm hand, cupping under her chest and with a harder press of his hand he slid it up to cup her wholly. Inhaling her sweet perfume and just a ting of her own lust, Wrath groans into her neck.

Pressing a knee to the door he lets Emilia slide onto his thigh for support as his second hand goes to sweetly hold Emilia’s cheek, shifting her face to see her hazed eyes and not waiting a second longer he dives for her lips, such a simple motion and yet when he feels the touch of her sweet lips on his, he is swaying with the sensation.

“You’ve charmed me more, you must’ve put a spell on me for this is not a way a demon of War can possibly behave,” Wrath mumbles against her lips, hands wandering everywhere and he feels Emilia grind down on his thigh.

“Interesting accusation, but I know no love spell,” Emilia whispers to him and rips off the button of his slacks. “What else will you accuse me of?”

“The sweet taste of your kisses, the softness of your thighs,” Wrath drags a teasing hand up to Emilia’s thighs under her skirt and stops his movement when he goes a bit higher. “And the…” His fingers move and he gasps at the discovery. “ At the scandalous lack of any undergarments,” Wrath moans and searches for Emilia’s lips again, in need to feel as much of her as it may be possible.

ms kerri maniscalco definitely made some points when she created thomas cresswell and wrath

YALL OH MY GOD

sir-

If he doesn't call you a "beautiful cataclysm", then he ain't it, ladies.

HER SOUL WAS SAFE WITH HIM

Does your mind ever go... ✨ Wrath, with his golden snake tattoo, wearing gold rings? ✨

...Just send me to Hell already.

BESTIES IVE BEEN SO IA CUS OF MIDTERMS, BUT DID KERRI SAY SHES WRITING A WRATH PREQUEL???

i miss the buzz wrathemilia gave me i think its time for a kotc re-read‼️

If I had a coin for every time I read a book where a hot dark-haired morally gray man in an enemies-to-lovers fantasy arc introduces himself as the commander, and is later revealed to be the king, I'd have two coins. But it's weird that it happened twice.

NEW THEME!!!

and

witching-by-the-willow -> wrathscannoli

(The regular username would be back after after a couple of weeks, I'm just really really excited for KOTF and feels the need to express it visibly lol)

so...does anyone have the wrath extra chapters yet🤡

i cant start knowing when i finish it i dont have anything else to read about my bae :(

All the multiples of 4 for ship questions!

💩 ship that you find disgusting: Mal and Alina from Shadow and Bone. Yeah... disgusting

👅 ship that you find most sexy: Prince Wrath and Emilia. Yeah I love them so much and I'm waiting so hard for Kingdom of the Cursed. If you haven't read Kingdom of the Wicked yet, read it!

💦 ship that is taboo: Clary and Jace from TMI. If you have read the books, you know why this is taboo. Yeah, I know they're not brothers in the end, but bro, they loved each other when they thought they were.

💢 ship that is most misunderstood: Cal and Mare from Red Queen? idk I think they're misunderstood, I mean all fandom wanted Maven to end with Mare

ask me!

Live long enough to hate me for this

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Emilia x Wrath [ Kingdom of the Wicked ]

" I understood why some thought kissing one of the Wicked was addictive. Each time his tongue touched mine, it felt as if the ground beneath me quaked. Like we were a cataclysmic event that shouldn't be."

Happiest of birthdays to my Becca boo @silvergriff

Emilia and Wrath - Kingdom of the Wicked

Artist: @jemlin_c

“It you’d prefer to stay here, then stay. I don’t coddle.” […] “I won’t comfort. Or tend to your wounds. Emotional or otherwise. I despise —”

“I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, either. Especially if you’re such a good friend of my Emilia’s.”

“Have you and the human ever shared a bed?”

I rolled up onto my toes, trying to see over the heads of everyone. Wrath startled me by briefly placing a hand on my back so I wouldn’t wobble.

Wrath glanced down at me, his brows drawn together. “Are you all right?”

I stared up at him, speechless at the flash of concern he was too slow to hide. He’d genuinely been worried about me.

I sat up and a blanket that had been carefully placed over me fell away. I glanced at it, frowning. I was almost positive I’d fallen asleep on top of it.

He wasn’t always the most gracious or patient nursemaid. But he was never far, always prowling around near my borrowed room in the ruined palace. Sometimes, when I was in that foggy place between sleep and wakefulness, I saw him camped out in a chair beside my bed. His hair and clothing both rumpled. Once, I thought he held my hand.

A line of sand circled around the tub along with dozens of fragant orange blossoms and plumeria. My favorite flowers. […] As I slipped deeper into the water, I finally understood why he’d brought the flowers. They weren’t meant for the ritual. They were for me.

He subtly watched as I devoured another [cannoli], seeming pleased he’d done an acceptable job at remembering the sort of human food I loved.

Wrath had a serious obsession with providing clothing for me.

“Several human years ago, something fractured the gates of Hell. We’d been told it was part of a prophecy….Then [Pride’s] beloved wife was murdered.” —Kingdom of the Wicked, chapter 30, page 242.

Okay, so I was doing a reread of Kingdom of the Wicked when I noticed this little section. Now I’m wondering: what is the timeline for this story (in regards to the curse)? My first thought when reading that something happened to the gates was when Emilia held both Vittoria’s amulet and her own when they were eight. But considering the fact that Kerri seems to be leaning very heavily into the reincarnation route, and given Nonna’s POV in the prologue, it seems more likely that Pride’s wife and her sister had already been dead for some time. So were the twins being conceived/born what weakened the gates? Especially since as an immortal, Wrath’s line of ”several human years ago” could actually mean “almost two decades ago,” and his mention of the prophecy is in relation to twin witches being born. But something about that just doesn’t really click together for me.

“But yes, I was cursed by the First Witch….My penalty for not aiding her was steeper…” —Kingdom of the Cursed, chapter 33, page 404.

The craziest theory popped into my head as I read this line, and I just have to put it out there: what if La Prima helped kill her own daughters?

Again, I know this sounds wacky, but hear me out. Both in the prologue and in the line I quoted above, it’s clear the First Witch wanted Wrath’s help with something, yet it is never specified what she needed his assistance with. I think the prologue occurs either before Pride and his wife married, or shortly afterwards. Mainly because La Prima never mentions her daughters or their deaths, or even desiring revenge against any of the demon princes. She’s just angry that Wrath has continuously refused to assist her. So what if she wanted his help breaking up Pride and his wife? I mean, who better to ask than the devil himself, King of the Wicked?

Wrath does mention in KotW that La Prima kicked her daughter out of the coven after marrying Pride (I believe he says she actually ripped away her magic, but I’m going to have to double-check that quote). Anyway, if the First Witch was so displeased by one of her daughters marrying a demon to (possibly) rip away her magic, then what would stop her from either orchestrating her daughters death, or outright killing them herself? Especially since part of La Prima’s curse on Wrath promised to take away any sort of happiness he finds, and he does indeed seem to have been happy with Emilia’s previous reincarnation. I don’t think he would have taken Emilia to the Crescent Shallows in the hope that she might remember something if they were unhappy together.

TL;DR There is a good chance that La Prima killed her own daughters because they had both fallen in love with two of the Wicked, based on context clues and my mind going crazy trying to figure every part of this series out. (Also I’m super sorry if this seems messy, I just had this thought and wanted to get this written out before I forgot.)

Next up on my list of crazy theories: why Nonna is actually La Prima.