Zinnia Demitasse

The Night Market Cozy Milo/Mal Poly

Here we are. Enjoy a date or a spicy moment with Milo and Mal on the poly route. Please remember to ask Malcolm to stay if on the spicy route. Otherwise it defaults to Milo's spicy scene.

Link: https://the-night-market.itch.io/the-night-market-cozy

Password: C0z3y

The "0" in the password is a zero.

The Night Market Cozy - Milo

Well, here it is. A cozy little date night with Milo, or a raunchy little spicy piece with the man. Both routes are available. They are not full chapter pieces but instead short stories with about a half a dozen choices within them. We are going to start with Milo, but the other RO's will be added as written.

Hope you enjoy!

Link: https://the-night-market.itch.io/the-night-market-cozy 2025-02-21 07:36:54 +0000 UTC View Post

Please Contact Me

Remember, if you want a personal fic this month, please send me a message with a brief description of your character, your RO, and any ideas you may have.

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We need to talk...

No, I am not breaking up with you. :P

So, I am going to be honest with everyone. Who I was when I started book 2 is not who I am anymore. There has been far too much loss in my life in a very short time. Also, death brings out the ugly in people and hoo boy did it bring out the ugly in some people that I know. It's been a lot, and it has affected who I am as an author.

I've been telling myself that I am just going to push through it and do the chapters anyway. That this is my job ...

Gabriel - Sneak Peek

Boxes were stacked to the ceiling, gathering dust and grime from neglect. It hadn’t hit me how long it had been since Gabriel had been to the office until that moment. There was always a sense of disorganization from Gabriel. He had too much going on and always refused help from anyone who offered. It left his office in a hoarders state of papers and books. But today it was the sheer amount of grime that had gathered, was shocking. The doors to the Warden’s sanctuary had been sealed off a...

Hazel - Sneak Peek

“Billows! I can’t find him. I can’t–”

I snatched Hazel into my arms, hauling her away from the rubble upon the ground. It was still smoldering and her hands were blistered with the efforts to dig through the wreckage. Tears tracked through the soot on her face, but her eyes held that green black tinge that said her power was at hand. Around us, the wind whipped, stoking the flames even further, but Hazel didn’t seem to care. Her one and only companion was lost to ...

Art

Hello everyone!

I need some ideas. What would you all like to see for art. We did our full body nudes for all the RO's. Is there something else you want to see? Comment down below and then I will take the options and put them in a poll for everyone to vote on.

So Many Stories!

I just posted a ton of the commissioned stories on the Baron tier. Remember, if you sign up for the Baron tier, you get a monthly story about your MC and RO of choice. Plus access to everyone elses stories. :)

Mal/MC Hurt/Comfort

A/N: This is one of the baron tier commissions.

The birth of a Gatekeeper often meant the death of another. It was a bittersweet occasion if one really thought about it. Because one individual had to die for another to live. It didn’t negate the potential that was created, nor did it erase the life that came before. For me, however, it was a day that I didn’t like to go unnoticed. When I had been a nebulous web of thoughts in the sky, I had often looked down on the anniversary of a ...

Date and Dancing with Milo

A/N: This is part of the baron tier commissions.

“Whatcha doin’?”

My lavender eyes clicked across the room, reflecting in one of the many broken mirrors that were scattered across the floor. A few bronze vases fell down around me, falling like gold coins in a treasure trove of jewels and gathered relics from multiple expanses of time. I hissed as one of my horns got tangled in a low-lying string of flags, tattered from the wind. When I turned to bat it away, I nea...

Sick!Pen

Starlight was often made of broken song. Little bits of tune that swirled around the night sky, sometimes got lost. When that happened, they wandered for a spell, winding through the alleys of the market to try and find home. But ultimately, they ended up lost to the night before ascending towards the cosmos and finding a new home there. When the stars were happy, everything was bright. There was a glimmer of something more to the world. As if the future was holding out its hand and asking th...

Milo/Mc/Mal Vacation

A/N: This is one of the stories that was commissioned for the month of December. The prompt was a cozy harbor tale with the poly.

A chilled wind swept across the shore, kicking up swirling bits of ice as it peeled from the frozen ground beneath. The sky was overcast, looking a shade brighter with the stark white clouds that were covering the moon and stars. The light reflected off the frozen harbor, casting the world in an icy glow.

It never ceased to amaze me how much ...

Milo - Sneak Peek Book 2

“I wondered if I would find you here.” 

Milo paused, a mug of ale halfway to his mouth. I had seen the way his fingers reached for his knife. An instinct that he had honed when out in public. But when he registered it to be the sound of my voice, he dropped his hand, twisting around to look at me. “Don’t usually see you out at the bars.”

The bar in question was the Tumble Tavern. A little out of the way place owned by a bunch of hobbes. Their s...

Belladonna

The stench of death was potent as I entered the candlelit room. Waxy white flames were stuck to the stone walls, the room looking far more like a location for a dirge, rather than Belladonna’s resting place. But she lay in the middle of the room, flat against a stone sarcophagus, looking pale and frail.

My footsteps echoed, sending the shadows scattering. I was light that had once been dark and the beings that thrived in the bleakness of the world were hesitant to come near...

Sneak peak - Malcolm

There was a small tap coming from my window. It roused me from a deep slumber, my lashes sticking together. The room was still dark, the small candles I had placed within my home lanterns still doused. It took me a moment, the edge of sleep still clinging to me. But as the tap sounded once more, I lifted my head from the pillow, looking around the room. Somewhere, it registered to me that it was coming from outside. I still had yet to make a front door and at this point, I didn’t...

Belladonna - Holiday Traditions

The sight before me was an omen. A sign certainly that we were in for it again. I had the sudden urge to call down Pen, to ask if there were more tears in the thread of the world. To walk into the streets and personally test every lantern there was, looking for signs of burn out or infection. It was a knee-jerk reaction but one that I didn’t feel anyone could blame me for.

In front of me, Belladonna sat on my sofa, clad in a pair of oversized sweats and a large hooded shirt...

Gabriel - Holiday Traditions

The cacophony of laughter was accompanied by the clinking of glasses and the occasional shout. It was muffled behind closed doors, filtering through the cracks where amber light spilled.  Next to me, Gabriel continued staring at the bars that were embedded in the wood. The iron looked as if they twisted within the planks, weaving in and out in intricate little patterns. I knew it was an old cell door. It was an oddity about the Velvet Guard. If they needed a room, they converted a cell. ...

MC taking care of Mal

A/N This is one of the commissioned shorts. A female MC who is in love with Milo and Mal, taking an evening to force Mal into being pampered. :)

“It’s not going to work.” My hands were shaking. In the dim light of the cabin, I could swear that my skin was turning into the washed out blue waves beyond, simply due to nerves. My tail was twitching and the horn I hid was aching. I didn’t think I had ever felt this nervous before.

“It is going to work. You just hav...

Malcolm - Tradition

Malcolm was a homebody at heart. If asked, he would go anywhere, holding out a helping hand. This was the man who went to loud places with loved ones, willing to sit in the corner and smile while, whoever he was with, partook in the festivities. But ultimately, he was his most relaxed at home. Music playing softly in the background, the lights dimmed low, and normally, a wrought iron tea kettle bubbling on the stove.  Tonight, however, he was the one to suggest we go somewhere different....

Hazel - Tradition

“Come on!”

When Hazel beckoned me forward that day, there was something magical in the air. A funny thing to observe, really, considering that we lived in a realm of magic and my girlfriend was a witch. But I supposed I wasn’t really supposed to talk about that since the Velvet Guard still had this penchant about pretending all magic was evil unless it benefitted them.  Taking Hazel’s hand, I followed her blindly out through the back door, hearing the bang of the...

Milo - Yule Traditions

“We have a problem.”

Milo was standing in the middle of the room, his eyes wide with that certain ring of apprehension. “Let me guess. You caused it,” I teased.

He threw his hands up in the air, stomping forward. I had been sitting at the kitchen table, looking over a few of the photos we had taken during Hazel’s last dinner party. Most were blurry representations due to Milo’s inability to sit still. Especially white playing games.   2024-12-05 00:41:32 +0000 UTC View Post

Milo/MC/Mal In the shopping district

A burst of fine fibers exploded into the air, raining down upon us in a configuration of red, pink and deep blue.  There were a few curses interspersed with the commotion, along with quite a bit of laughter. When my eyes ticked over towards Milo’s and Mal’s, neither of them seemed concerned.

“Catarina, you put too much in the machine again?” Milo called out. I couldn’t see to who he was even referring to, but heard a voice come through the puff of twine. <...

Gabriel/f!MC A quiet morning

Comfort was not the usual thought I had upon waking in the morning. Most mornings were a groggy slog to get downstairs and start the fire. The unnatural cold that had settled across the Night Market was a bit more concerning than I’d like to admit, but it was low on the list of things I needed to pay attention to.  Yet, this morning, there was no cold that greeted me. No sound of the wisps running against the side windows. The faint smell of last night's fire did not linger in the air....

Soft Gabriel /f!MC

Dark mountainous escapes zoomed outside the glass windows as the tram wound its way up the mountain side, passing well lit homes set deep inside the cliff face and dark swatches where the shadows lived, and the lanterns did not dare touch. I bounced in my seat beside Gabriel, holding his hand as I pressed my face to the glass.  The car itself was only big enough to fit about a dozen individuals, all of which were on their best behavior given that the Warden was sitting among them.

...

Sick Bella / M!MC

A wet cough rattled through the room, displacing the bedside table candle flame. Belladonna was a lump under a red velvet comforter, looking pale beneath the thick fabric. The fire was blazing in the hearth, pushing the room to just the other side of sweltering. Yet, Belladonna still shivered. Her eyes were sunk deep into her skull and her lips were bloodless.

“You need to eat,” I told her. I wrung out a rag in the chilled basin of water next to me. A rune stone was carve...

Belladonna/M!MC

The clicking sound of her heels greeted me long before I watched her come around the corner. Belladonna had this way about her where she could intimidate anyone with just the sound of her footsteps. They echoed through the market, announcing her presence like a red carpet, and for anyone that did not know her, a sort of magic wove around them, filling them with equal parts awe and trepidation. I, however, knew better. I had come to know the sound of her footsteps. What each click meant. She w...

M!Pen/M!MC

A/N: This is a longer story than most of the other shorts. The person who commissioned me is part of the Gatekeeper tier which means either two short stories, or one long one. This is between a male Pen and a male MC, during a somewhat present time in Book 2.

In every realm across the skies, there was always that spot. The one in which the lovers gathered, and clandestine meetings took place in secret. Some would consider it romantic. Others deceitful. But one thing remained true across...

Short Stories

Okay my Baron and Gatekeeper tiers! The start of the month is here. Make sure to send me your story requests.

Also, starting this month, I am going to start posting the short stories (with permission) on the Baron tier for all of you to read. Some of the stuff coming out of here has been so unique that I think it would be a cool collection to view.

Pen - Part 4

When Death perished, Pen placed the robes over their shoulders. Slowly, they let them fall around their too narrow frame, shrouding them in a cold embrace. Their father had left without warning. There was a slight waver to the world as Death passed on but nothing to say it had been expected. Pen had been having dinner with him, laughing around the koi pond as the stars skipped down an iridescent slide When Pen had turned to suggest they open the doors further to hear their laughter, he had si...