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Compas Direct - pronounced CON'PA (Konpa)
๐ฝ Ministre de la Culture (Haiti)
Haitian "Konpa" is properly written as "COMPAS DIRECT" and not "KOMPA." ๐
Please apologize for any confusion caused by the incorrect term and spread the word. ๐
No one would accept Soka, Salssah or Ragey, so why can't Haitians teach the world how to get it right?
Just as terms like "Soca," "Salsa," and "Reggae" are universally recognized and pronounced correctly, Haitians have the opportunity to share their cultural heritage and teach the world how to pronounce "Compas Direct" accurately. By embracing and promoting their music and culture, Haitians can play a crucial role in ensuring that their traditions are respected and understood globally.
Even if writing it properly is too difficult for you, you can at least write it in proper Haitian Kreyol.
Just imagine what it would feel like to accept a diploma or an award, only to find out that your name is spelled incorrectly on it. Then, imagine the institution dismissing it with a casual "oops, too bad, close enough!" Would that be acceptable to you? Would you still want to proudly display it despite the mistake?
No, it wouldn't be okay to accept a diploma or an award with an incorrectly spelled name. It's important to have accurate and properly spelled information on such documents. Displaying an incorrectly spelled name may not accurately represent your achievements and could lead to confusion or misunderstandings.
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We can compromise.
Compas Direct (Formally ) Compas, Compas love, Compas Y2K, Compas 2000, World Beat Compas, etc or
Konpa Dirรจk, or Konpa when speaking Kreyรฒl
But let's leave "Kompa" for Kompa Magazine. Respectfully ๐โค๐๐ผ
Sandra Gabriel lmt
Not 100dra Gabriyel
#Haitilegends
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#compas direct#konpa#kompas#kompa#haitian music#haitian dance music#haitian bands#haiti legends#haiti#haitian#iamgabrisan#conpa
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Had to explain to my best friend yesterday that I donโt know which way north is and I donโt want to. Iโm still working on right vs left. I cannot at any given moment orient myself on a map. The closest thing to a map I can read is a mall directory or possibly a theme park map. And itโs gonna stay that way.
#she asked me which way the moon was and I said โgimme a minuteโ#and I had to think โok Iโm westbound on this freeway so if I was looking down at a compas itโd be never eat soggy wheatโ#ok the moon is to the south tonight#Iโve never known anyone other than my fucking dad who uses cardinal directions regularly enough to be frustrated by my inability to use them#screaming into the void
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pairing:ย ceo!wanda maximoff x fem!reader
summary:ย wanda exploits your weakness for her, and fucks you in her office
content warnings: smut obvi, possessiveness, fingering, thigh grinding, a little bit of choking, slight exhibitionism
word count:ย 3.3k+
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Fingers Are My Weakness
โI miss you, come to my office.โ
You smile at your phone, sitting back in your seat as you come up with a response. You quickly turn the brightness down on your screen, fingers typing quickly as you bite your lip slightly.ย
โHey, are you ready to go over some of the procedures?โ The voice is slightly grating on your ears, and you quickly delete your response as you lock your screen. Looking up, you see the woman whoโs been showing you around all day looking at you with an expectant look on her face.ย
Shit, what was her name?ย
โOh! Uhโฆโ You check the time on your phone, noting that the workday had ended for almost everyone else. โRight now? I thought that procedures could wait until tomorrow?โ
A condescending smile appears on her face, and you blink in surprise when she starts speaking. โYeah, right now. Itโs typical for newbies to stay late their first few days, just to get you up to speed. Thatโs ok with you right?โ
Your phone dings, the womanโs eyes snap to it. Your fingers tighten around your phone, almost protectively. You huff slightly in annoyance, noticing the way the womanโs eyes linger on your legs, right where your skirt ends mid thigh.ย
โFine, just let me respond to this.โ
Looking down, your heart jolts at the message youโd just received. Itโs a single word, and sends shivers of nervousness down your spine.ย
โNow.โ
Wanda Maximoff was not a woman you wanted to displease. Ever. You'd been on the receiving end of her ire more times than you could count, and although it was always enjoyable, the thought of punishment for disobeying a direct order sent your heart racing.ย
The woman - Hailey, you remembered now - moved towards you, her heels clacking on the floor as she pulled a chair next to your desk. You had your phone angled away from her, fingers flying across the keyboard as you tried your best to minimize the punishment you'd surely receive for disobeying.ย
โIโm sorry, I canโt right now. Hailey is going over procedures with me. Iโll make it up to you later, I promise.โ
You flip your phone over again, sure that your face is heating up. Your fingers tremble in your lap as you lace them together tightly. Fortunately, Hailey is too focused on not-so-subtly peeking down the front of your low cut shirt to notice your flustered state. You clear your throat, annoyance building as you raise your eyebrows at her.ย
Coughing slightly, Hailey pulls out a packet of information and places it in front of you. You flip through the first few pages, groaning internally at the sheer amount of information crammed onto each section. Haileyโs speaking again, her voice high and scratchy. It is nothing like the voice you actually want to hear.ย
Just as that thought crosses your mind, your phone dings again, but you force yourself to ignore it. Avoiding eye contact with Hailey, you force yourself to flip to the second page as she drones on. You can practically feel the boredom take over you, your eyes drooping as you relax into your seat.ย
Sneaking a glance at your phone, you see that Wanda has sent another message. Suddenly awake, you open your texts and read, your eyes wide.ย
โI thought you wanted to be a good girl?โ
Your eyes flick over to Hailey, noticing that sheโs now fixating on her laptop, seemingly searching for a specific page in a pdf. You hide your phone between the pages of your packet, typing with one hand while the other nonchalantly rests on the paper.ย
โI am a good girl, just busy rn. Iโll see you later.โ
Locking your phone, you try to focus. Haileyโs voice is making your ears bleed, and you constantly find your thoughts wandering to a certain person. More specifically, your girlfriend, who just so happened to be the boss of the current company you worked at.ย
A loud noise startled you out of your thoughts, the images of long hair and green eyes fading as you turned to look at Hailey. She snapped her fingers again, right under your nose as your eyes went slightly crossed in an effort to track her movements.ย
โListen, newbie,โ She started, her eyes glancing down at your chest. โJust because youโre a personality hire doesnโt mean that you get to slack off, alright?โย
You felt anger rise, your thoughts churning as you glared at her with thinly veiled disgust. Youโd actually worked very hard for this job, submitting an application and going through the same interview process as everyone else. Your girlfriend hadnโt actually known that you applied until your resume made its way to her desk along with the other final candidates for the position.ย
Sheโd fucked you in many different positions that night, her praises never ending as you came over and over again. Youโd begged her to be fair in the selection process, not wanting to only be hired because she ordered it. Wanda had agreed, saying that sheโd refrain from the hiring process altogether for your special case.ย
Breathing deeply, trying to calm yourself, you were about to respond to Hailey when your phone buzzed again.ย
โOkay, who the fuck is texting you so much.โ Hands reach for your phone, but you quickly pull it away. Thereโs an unimpressed look on Haileyโs face, her palm out as she expectantly glances at your phone.ย
You sigh, unlocking your phone to see that Wanda has sent an image along with a message. No way in hell were you letting Hailey see the potential contents of that message.ย
โItโs actually our boss.โ Your tone is short, your words clipped as you raise a single eyebrow. You pride yourself on mastering your girlfriendโs infamous โIโm pissedโ face as Hailey takes in your expression and pales at your words.ย
โWaitโฆโ Hailey fumbled her words, trying to remedy the situation. โYou have Wanda Maximoffโs phone number?โ
You smirk, mindful of how long it's taken you to respond. Any second, Wanda would probably come storming down the hall, wondering what on earth was more important than her. โI do, and I should probably respond soon, donโt you think?โ
Hailey waves her hands in a flustered โgo aheadโ gesture as she ducks her head. You give her one last glance, before angling your phone away and opening the message.ย
First you see the photo, an image of Wandaโs fingers splayed out on her desk, contrasting beautifully against the dark wood, her veiny hands catching your attention. You feel yourself flush, nervous butterflies erupting as you glaze at the long fingers and delicate gold rings adorning them. Then, your eyes flit down to the attached message,ย
โMommyโs fingers miss your pussy, darling. Donโt be a brat.โ
You suck in a deep breath, your heart thudding as Hailey looks over at you, craning her neck to try and see your phone. Shooting her a glare, you jolt when another text pings through.
โIf you want to be a good girl, then you can come to my office and suck my fingers. Is she more important than I am?โ
You feel lightheaded, and any thoughts of going over procedure with the nosy brunette next to you vanish. You mutter some excuse about how Wanda needed you in her office, and to not wait up for you. Hailey says something, but you wave her off, already packing your bag and walking towards the large doors that lead into Wandaโs office.ย
Cursing your girlfriend out in your head, you canโt help the way your thoughts keep returning to that picture of her fingers. You should have known sheโd use that against you, and you regretted ever sending her that drunk text. The one where you confessed your obsession with her hands, calling them โperfect to suck onโ and telling her you โwished she would wrap them around your throat like a necklaceโ.
Pushing open the heavy door, you make your way inside the dimly lit office. For some odd reason, Wanda didnโt like to use the overhead light, claiming it wasnโt good for her eyes or complexion. You personally didnโt care, as you thought your girlfriend looked good in any lighting. The room smells like vanilla, and the air around you tightens when you finally catch a glimpse of your girlfriend.ย
The look on Wandaโs face can only be described as stony. You can tell that sheโs upset, only seconds away from unleashing her frustrations upon you, and you waste no time. Setting your bag down near the door and closing it, you quickly walk towards your girlfriend as she slowly moves her chair away from her desk, gesturing for you to sit in her lap.ย
You start speaking, your words rapid as you attempt an explanation. โIโm sorry Wanda, I couldnโt get away any sooner. Haileyโฆโ You see a flash of anger in those cold green eyes, and resolve to never mention the girlโs name again. โUm, she was really insistent on going over procedures, andโฆโ
The rambling explanation youโre fumbling through is interrupted by Wanda, her voice holding a dark edge to it as she asks you, โWhat did you just call me?โ
โIโm sorry, mommy.โย
A satisfied look makes its way onto your girlfriendโs face, and you sit on her lap hesitantly. In this position, your face is just inches away from hers, and you canโt help the way your eyes flit down to her lips.ย
โTell me, baby,โ Wanda begins, a dangerous look in her eyes as she slowly rolls her chair back towards her desk, trapping you between her and the dark wood. โDoes she want whatโs mine?โ
You bite your lip, knowing that your answer could potentially get Hailey fired. Then, you remember how rude she was and the way her eyes wandered where they shouldnโt have, and the words came rushing out.ย
โI mean, yeah. She kept looking down my shirt, and I kept having to tug my skirt down cause her eyes were constantly on my thighs.โ The words are quiet, and you watch Wanda carefully for a reaction. Her eyes glint coldly, one of her hands wrapping around your throat as the other digs into your waist.ย
โDid she touch you?โย
You canโt help the whimper that escapes you, her sharp words sending a flash of heat through your body. Your clit throbs, and you rush to respond. โNo mommy, only youโre allowed to touch me.โ
Wanda hums, a small smile appearing on those beautiful lips for a moment. โGood girl.โ
โShe, um.โ You hesitate, Wandaโs hand squeezing your throat tightly at your continued silence. โShe also called me a personality hire.โ
Green eyes darken, and you know that Hailey will not show up to work the next morning. Or ever again. You try to calm your girlfriend, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks as she looks over your shoulder towards her door, her eyes blazing as different images of Haileyโs wandering eyes worm their way into her possessive brain.ย
A whimper sounds out, ringing around the otherwise quiet room as the pressure against your neck becomes too much to handle. Wanda relaxes her grip, pulling her hand away as she leans in. Her lips attach themselves to your throat, her teeth sharp as she sucks dark bruises into your sensitive skin.ย
Your moans flow freely, your hands sliding into Wandaโs hair and massaging her scalp as she marks you. When you attempt to roll your hips, needing some friction against your aching core, you find that your waist is thoroughly pinned between Wandaโs body and the desk.ย
Long fingers find your lips, and you close your eyes as you wrap your lips around the very thing that youโd been fantasizing about. She presses the digits against your tongue, sliding them in and out of your mouth as you gag slightly, your tongue swirling around them.ย
โAre you needy, baby?โ Wanda asks after a few minutes, her voice raspy as she finally pulls back from your neck. She can sense your hips attempting to move, and raises an eyebrow at you as you fight to speak around her fingers. After a few moments, she smirks at your pleading look and pulls her fingers out, wiping them on the front of your shirt.ย
โYes, mommy.โ Youโre breathless, your muscles straining as you fight to keep still against her.ย
Wanda smiles wider, rolling back her chair as she nods at you. โGo ahead, sweetheart. Get yourself off on mommyโs thigh.โ
You hesitate, wondering if this was a trick. The hand at your waist pushes, and at the feeling of your soaked pussy sliding against her leg, you start moving. Your breaths are shaky, your hands trembling in her hair as you move your hips quickly.ย
It doesnโt take long until youโre a moaning mess, your forehead resting on her shoulder as you grind your core against her thigh. You can barely think straight, all your thoughts locked on your impending orgasm as you mindlessly move your hips faster. You feel Wandaโs hand tangle with your hair, and she wrenches your head back.ย
Green eyes watch your lips part, a strangled gasp leaving you at the abrupt action. Your hips are still moving, your hands limp around her shoulders as you chase your high. Wanda smiles at the sight of your glossy eyes, soft moans falling from your lips as your wetness spreads on the silky fabric of her pants.ย
โHaving fun darling?โ Wandaโs voice is teasing and you whine. Her tone hardens, her hand squeezing painfully in your hair as she reminds you, โRemember to ask permission to come.โ
You know it's a trap, you couldnโt say why, but you knew she wouldnโt give in that easily. Not after youโd ignored her for so long, your attention not solely focused on her. She hated it when someone else caught your attention, and you loved her possessive nature, no matter how much the punishments hurt.
โI wantโฆ please, mommy.โ You canโt even get out a full sentence, your words broken up by breathy moans. It makes Wanda throb, and she forces your jaw up from where your head had been drooping, wanting those glossy eyes focused on her.
โTouch me,โ You begged, your thumb rubbing circles against the back of her neck. โPlease touch me mommy, I canโt come without your help.โ
This time, it's Wanda who lets out a moan. The sound is low, resonating in her chest as she brings a hand to your pussy. At the first touch of your glistening folds, sheโs hooked. She never has been able to resist you, not when you're dripping around her fingers and staring at her with adorably blown pupils.ย
โDonโt worry, darling.โ Wanda murmurs, letting your head fall against her forehead as she enters you with two fingers, burying them knuckle deep as you whine. โMommyโs brainless little slut can come however much she wants.โ
The words shoot straight to your core, and you know your orgasm is mere seconds away. You frantically press your lips to Wandaโs, sucking and biting as she slips her tongue inside your mouth, deepening the kiss. You attempt to convey your desperation to her, and you think she understands when she nudges your clit with her thumb.ย
A few more purposeful touches, and youโre falling apart in her lap. Wanda breaks the kiss, your lips unresponsive as you gasp against her cheek. You shudder, your walls clamping down around her fingers as she continues to thrust into you at a brutal pace. Her fingers curl, and you sense a second orgasm approach while youโre still trembling from the aftershocks of the first one.ย
โWait, mommy. Itโs too much, please.โ Youโre whimpers go unheard, Wandaโs fingers still fucking you deeply as her lips return to your neck. You feel her teeth scrape your collarbone, and another orgasm rips through you when she bites down.ย
Your body aches, the sensations overwhelming you in seconds. Youโre highly aware of Wandaโs teeth sinking into your collarbone, her lips sucking harshly as you writhe against her. You can feel your juices leaking around her fingers, the once pleasurable heat in your core now agonizingly painful as she slows her thrusts.ย
โMommyโฆโ Your voice is just above a whisper, your breaths shaky as you try and form more words.ย
Wanda slips her fingers from you, bringing them up to your parted lips and forcing them into the wet heat of your mouth. She strokes your hair with her other hand, bringing you down as she murmurs, โI know baby, Mommyโs got you.โ
Sucking softly, you smile around her fingers dazedly, your eyes slightly unfocused as they bore into Wandaโs. She smiles back, pressing her lips to your forehead, and leaving soft kisses over your damp cheeks as you giggle.ย
โGood girl, Iโm so proud of you sweetheart. Since you were so good for me, would you like to feel mommyโs strap when we get home?โ You nod quickly, your mouth still occupied with her fingers, sucking off your arousal as she watches with darkened eyes.ย
Wanda opens her mouth to continue, when a sharp knock on her door stops her. Youโre much too hazy to care, all your attention focused solely on your girlfriend. She pulls her fingers from you, kissing you quickly before calling out for the person to enter.ย
You jolt, remembering the compromising position youโre in, but strong hands hold your hips still as a warning look appears in Wandaโs eyes. You stare back with wide eyes, and Wanda swivels her chair until she can see the very same employee youโd been complaining about walk in.ย
Hailey looks up from the papers in her hand, her eyes widening comically at the sight in front of her. Wanda watches her eyes take in the dark hickeys covering your neck and collarbone, your smudged lipstick and messy hair, before she stammers slightly as she attempts to speak.ย
Nothing comes out, her words a strained sort of whimper as her eyes bounce back and forth between Wandaโs satisfied and smug expression, and your submissive, relaxed pose. You look down, an embarrassed flush creeping up the back of your neck as Wandaโs hand rubs soothing circles against your thigh.ย
โIโve heard some interesting things about you.โ Wanda says, her words drawn out as she regards the shocked employee standing in her doorway. Haileyโs eyes widen even more than they already are, and she opens and closes her mouth as she tries to find an explanation.ย
Wanda tilts her head, and the color drains from Haileyโs face. You shiver, having been on the receiving end of that look before, and you canโt help but pity the poor girl trembling in your girlfriend's doorway.ย
โI hope youโve learned a valuable lesson today,โ Wanda begins, her voice low as she grabs your jaw, tilting your head up so Hailey can see the full extent of your hickeys. โThat you shouldnโt lust over something that isnโt yours.โ
Hailey nods her head so quickly that it looks seconds away from falling off. Wanda waves her hand impatiently, a silent order for the girl to get out of her office. She takes a final look at you as she turns to leave, her eyes apologetic and wide as she grips the papers tightly in her fist, the edges wrinkling under her fingers.ย
โBy the way,โ Wanda begins, stopping Hailey in her tracks. โYouโre fired.โ
You barely hear the door close, your eyes wide as you turn towards your girlfriend. You canโt help the small smile that appears on your face, your pussy clenching around nothing at the power sheโd just shown.ย
Itโs almost as if Wanda has a sixth sense for you, her senses attuned to your body as if you shared a soul. She drops her eyes to your thighs, smirking as you gently grind down against the dark fabric of her pant leg. A single finger places itself under your chin, and you let your head raise as her green eyes bore into your own.
โDonโt worry, baby. Iโll give you plenty of orgasms once we get home.โ
You canโt fucking wait.
Part Two: The Ultimate Weakness
#wanda maximoff#wanda fanfic#mommy wanda#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#dom!wanda#marvel#mcu#ceo!wanda#wanda maximoff smut#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda marvel#wanda mcu#wanda maximoff au#wanda x you#wanda x y/n
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I PICTURE YOU WITH OTHER GUYS (THEN THROW UP ON THE STREET)
6reeze boys at the beach, but somone looks to interrupt your beach day. but, how could he blame them when you look like an angel?
established relationship. gender neutral reader. reader is wearing a swimsuit (not specified what type, ur just in swinwear).
masterlist.
CONFIRMS THE FACT THAT YOU ARE HIS, WHETHER SUBTLY OR NOT
maybe he shouldn't of left you alone even if it was for a minute or two, he should of brought you with him to get lunch instead of taking your order for you.
if you were right beside him, you wouldn't be swarmed with admirers right now.
unfortunately, he can't blame them. your beauty fails to compare to anything he has seen over countless journeys, your charm could never be accurately described, even with his every growing dictionary.
he looks over to your figure in the distance, the swimsuit you were wearing enhancing your allure unreasonably further. your suitor is leaning on their hand that is placed behind you while you keep your hands to yourself.
knowing you, you're probably trying to reject their advances, but because he has witnessed a fair share of pompous people, they insist on getting some sort of recognition. his eyebrow twitching slightly.
was he jealous?
a miniscule amount, he reasons.
miniscule enough for him to wade the sea water to interrupt the conversation, miniscule enough to immediately wrap his hand around your waist and kiss your temple, miniscule enough to feign innocence as you ask who you are talking to.
miniscule enough to passive aggression.
"i think you should go back on the beach, bud. your brain seems a bit fried if you think you can try and get what's not yours."
โธบ aether, kazuha
FUTURE SUITORS NEED TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU COME WITH SOME EXTRA BAGGAGE, HIM.
anyone would have to be both blind and stupid to not notice you two were together. he clung onto you like a starfish on a rock. he was basically hanging off of you, his height definitely helping with that.
he'll never admit why, though. he definitely did NOT overthink as soon as he saw you in the swimsuit how everyone on the beach would swarm towards you if he left you alone for even a minute.
you'd probably call him overprotective. he'd call it being smart.
just look at you, even he's surprised that you two are dating. you're absolutely stunning. the way that the sun bounces off of your skin (the same skin that goes oh so well with other colours of your suit) drives him near mad.
but maybe his clinginess isn't enough. he can sense all the states directed towards the both of you. most of them being eyes scrunched by the smiles of seeing young love, while the others look only at you. whether out of jealousy, or out of desire he couldn't care enough.
actually, it amuses him to the point where he chuckles to himself.
if you ask him about the mischievous grin on his face (a grin you know too well, unfortunately), he simply brushes it off before smooshing your face and kissing you all over.
"you look so *smooch* beautiful *smooch* love. gods, how i *smooch* love calling *smooch* you *smooch* mine~."
โธบ heizou, venti
WANDERING GAZES DON'T STAY FOR LONG, SINCE HIS GAVE IS ENOUGH FOR THEM TO RETREAT
anyone would have to be both blind and stupid to not Notice you two were together ( ii ). not because of how he clung onto you, it was how his face (an extreme case of resting bitch face) lightens as soon as your eyes meet.
maybe that was the guy you were talking to right now...
the only word your boyfriend could use to describe him is... dunce. of course, you were a bit nicer with his description. he was more like a himbo.
large, very, very large. the only reason why he didn't dismiss him immediately is because he stood at the perfect angle to block the sun from your easily sunburnt boyfriend.
even his smile was large. his teeth bore wide as he proudly flexed his physique, trying to show off on your so-called companion.
you try to explain how this isn't just a companion but /your/ companion he laughs and says how he probably has a friend that would suit him well.
gods, he was dense as a brick.
thankfully, it took one good look from your boyfriend at the jock for him to get the hint. when it finally hit him, he hurried away with his ears hung low.
"what? you feel bad for him? tch, nonsense. he was as dumb as he was big. plus, you're mine, and only mine..."
โธบ wanderer, xiao
shout out to addie for helping with the title, i'm so sleepy rn,,,
ยฉ aeferkssr.
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dropping some Aeolus headcanons because what would I be without them???
Hate sea food, daddy issues related thing.
Poseidon once called him "tuna" and now half of Olympus refers to him as such
Professional hair puller, can and will pull anyone's hair. Yes, even if your hair is short (only non-bald one sparred so far is Ares because he constantly wears his helmet).
Screams and doesnโt even realizes it "can you stop shouting while speaking?" "but i'm not shouting????? :(" (totally not projecting)
Very throwable. If one of the gods was to be thrown around by the others like a tennis ball it would be him.
Living compas. Ask him the if you want to know where north, south, east or west is, make him spin comically fast and he'll end up standing in front of said direction.
Likes cooking and baking!!! Both for him and his winnions, sometimes he'd even gift a plate to Hestia or other Olympians
#1 star-gazzer. Don't talk to him outside during night because there's 99,99% chance that he's admiring the stars instead of listening.
Once jumped violently on Athena's back and when he saw her about to attack he pulled the "but I love you๐ฅบ๐ฅบ" card and while he did get flanked on the ground he avoided something worse.
You'll find him on the terrace during party. First Artemis will join him, after Athena, then Hermes and Dionysus and after youโll end up with the entirety of the "teen olympians & baby aeolus" au either softly discussing or resting drunk on the floor.
Wonders who his mother is but tries not to think too much about it (to avoid getting sad)
#epic the musical#aeolus#aeolus epic the musical#aeolus epic#epic the musical headcanons#headcanon#epic#no i am not tagging all the other
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Night Party CompaIFTune
IF's design was based on a girl that I seen on facebook, but the black on black was pretty on character for her
Compa design was the most complicated and simple at the same time since she didn't have a direct inspiration, but after some research it was easy to find something that fit her.
Neptune's design was the first one created, being inspired by Kiryu Kazuma's look in Yakuza 0. The intention of this design was for her to look mature and sexy without being ultra feminine or masculine. The sneakers help maintain that Nep Nep vibe in the design.
#ro-beto art#hyperdimension neptunia#neptunia#neptuniax#่ถ
ๆฌกๅ
ใฒใคใ ใใใใฅใผใ#Neptune#Compa#IF#Iffy#Crossdimension Neptunia X
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By The Numbers (Pt. 3/END)
Luigi hoped to use one of his own special talents to give the Super Mario Bros. Plumbing company the leg-up it needed to succeed. But as usual, for all his good intentions, the younger of The Mario Brothers finds himself in over his head. Final part of a three part story!
Part one: X Part two: X
Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52624285/chapters/134094502
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โLuigi, whatโs going on?โ Marioโs tone was stern, his eyes flicking between the men surrounding his brother as he stood with hands clenched into ready fists. He was hatless, a pair of overalls thrown over his pajamas, one of his shoes left untied in his apparent rush to get dressed. Luigi was slow to answer. He knew that even if he didnโt look so ragged, caught in the middle of four strangers, his brother had already guessed he was in danger. Luigiโs poker face only lasted as long as the card game, in all other instances he couldnโt lie to save his lifeโฆ or anyone elseโs. Before he could say anything, he felt a burly arm envelop his shoulders and draw him close, holding him firm while the other three men formed a barrier between him and his brother.
โOhโฆ Luigi is just out for a little night on the town,โ Warren said, carefully enunciating the name as he spoke it for the first time, โWhatโs it to you?โ
Through the dark Luigi could see how his brotherโs chest rose and fellโ a tell-tale sign that his emotions were getting to him, but before a fist could be thrown he gathered his breath, released it with an audible exhale, and buried his hands into his pockets in a noble effort to hold himself back. โLook, I donโt know who you are, but Iโve already called the cops.โ Mario pulled a familiar touchscreen phone from his overalls and waved it threateningly. โLet my brother go, and we wonโt press any charges.โ
This seemed to cause a bit of a stir amongst Luigiโs captors. The nameless three exchanged glances, and once they had all silently indicated to each other they did not know what to do, they turned to Warren for direction.
Warren, much to Luigiโs distress, tightened his hold on him, his arm sliding subtly from Luigi's shoulders to around his neck.
โI think youโre bluffing,โ was the firm reply. โWhat do you say to that?โ Mario said nothing. He returned the phone to his pocket, squared his shoulders, and started walking closer at an even, determined pace.
Warrenโs three underlings moved in to intercept, but as Luigi had witnessed so many times before, they were blindsided by the amount of fight that was contained in someone who looked so small and innocuous. Mario knew exactly how to leverage both his weight and size, what angle to jump at to connect skull to jaw, and how high to jump in order to lay a sturdy kick into someone's throat. He was experienced in dodging blows from opponents twice his size, and was fast as he was strong.
But it was still three against one. Going up against those odds was difficult, getting out of them unscathed was impossible. For every blow Mario delivered and dodged, something connected and sent him reeling. Blows compounded, and despite the damage he dealt Mario was clearly having a harder and harder time getting back up.
โDonโt!โ Luigi yelled, tears pooling in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. He struggled to wrench free from Warrenโs grip, and for his efforts he heard a light โclick,โ and finally got a decent look at the knifeโฆ a folding knife with a needle-point blade.ย
โThatโs enough, all of you!โ Warren commanded, keeping the weapon firmly pressed against Luigiโs jaw. It took a few seconds for the thugs to untangle themselves from the fight and back down, during which Warren leaned close to Luigiโs ear, and whispered instructions in a tone that made the plumberโs blood run cold.
โI suggest you talk your brother down, before we do something you might regret.โ
Struggling to regather his breath, Luigi looked over the scene and calculated the odds. Through the dim light he compared the scattered wounds of his attackers to the ones on his brother. Mario was still standing, but was leaning slightly under a bruised rib, his breaths audible through a face that was already beginning to swell. Three against one. The cards were not in his favor. But the odds never mattered to Mario. His hands remained clenched as he crouched back into a fighting stance and stared Warren down, the blade the larger man held against Luigiโs throat the one thing holding him back.
โMario! Just go!โ Luigi pleaded.
โLu.โ Marioโs gaze softened as it shifted to his brother. โItโs gonna be okay, Iโmโโ โYouโre gonna get us both killed!โ Luigi interrupted frantically. โDonโt you get it? I donโt want you here! I donโt want you trying to save me!โ
His older brother looked startled at this. A look of hurt and confusion creased his face, black and blue and speckled with blood. Luigi felt his stomach twist with regret, but he far preferred that over watching Mario continue to test how much punishment his body could take. Luigi knew that tonight was a culmination of his own weakness. He was not going to let him keep paying the price for that.
โEverything was fine until you showed up.โ Luigi spoke quietly as he doubled down with a cracking voice and tears flowing freely. โI donโt need you. The sooner youโre gone, the safer Iโll be. What part of that donโt you understand?โ
Marioโs surprised look turned thoughtful as his fists unclenched, and he crossed his arms irresolutely in front of his chest. He carefully looked around, gaze shifting from the three goons, to Warren, to the knife, to Luigi, where his gaze lingered for a long while. As Luigi met his eyes, an unspoken exchange brought him to the unsettling conclusion that no matter what he said, Mario wouldnโt leaveโ or more, couldnโt leave. He couldnโt turn his back on him. He was too frightened about what might happen. Mario further softened his body language, raising his palms and lowering his head. โOkay, okayโฆ just tell me what you guys want.โ
โWhatever happened to having called the cops?โ one of the goons mumbled, rubbing at his bruised jaw and wiping away the blood in the corner of his mouth.
โYeah, you called my bluff on that one.โ Mario said, forcing a strained chuckle. โLook, I donโt know what youโre trying to get out of my brother, but we can figure something out.โ
โOne moment youโre trying to crack open skulls, the next you think youโre some sort of master negotiator,โ Warren muttered. He pressed the blade a little harder against Luigiโs jaw, eliciting a pained squeak and a small trickle of crimson. Mario stiffened, his bruised eyes widening.
โPlease! I-... What do I need to do to fix this?โ
Warren chewed his lip thoughtfully. After giving each of his men a quick glance, he made an offer while clicking his knife closed to his sincerity. โIโll tell you one thing you can do: hold still. Things are about to get very unpleasant for you, but if you prove you can control yourself, weโll give your brother here another chance to make things right.โ
Mario didnโt know what that meant, he was afraid to ask, but knowing what was at stake he simply nodded. Luigi didnโt understand either, but felt a horrible dread weighing down on him as Warrenโs underlings approached Mario one by one. The first reared back, taking his time in aiming his fist at Marioโs temple. It connected without resistance with a gut-churning crack. Mario let out a grunt of pain and swayed under the impact, but otherwise didnโt move. โMario!โ Luigi shouted. Through vision blurred with tears, he saw his sibling smiling up at him. โSee?โ Mario muttered, blinking away the darkness that danced at the corner of his vision, โI can control myself.โ No sooner had he said this, the second thug delivered a blow of his own. In a roundhouse kick that looked straight out of a corny action movie, he knocked Marioโs legs out from under him. Mario slowly and carefully stood back up, but made no further signs of resistance.
The third thug, who had received the worst injuries of his companions, hung back as the other two tested whether or not their opponent would stay true to his word. Seeing Mario remain still despite the attacks, he held a hand out toward Warren whoโ to Luigiโs horrorโ handed him the switchblade, which the thug calmly flicked open while approaching his brother. Luigi wanted to scream, call out a warning, do something other than just stand there, but found himself frozen in place save for his quivering limbs and knotted stomach, until a flicker of coherent thought in the back of his mind pointed out that Warrenโs grip on him had loosened. He wasnโt completely free, the arm was still wrapped around his neck, but he had a little bit of wriggle roomโฆ
___ โPush off with your back leg and twist your hips like youโre swinging a home run.โ His father explained, adjusting Luigiโs posture. The ten year old shifted his footing as directed, taking care to keep his thumb outside his fist, between his first and second knuckles on his index and middle finger. โKeep your elbow in. Donโt aim at the head, but behind it.โ His father continued as he extended a large calloused hand, nearly as big as Luigiโs head, โPretend my hand is the face of someone thatโฆ umโฆ someone trying to hurt your brother!โ Luigi crafted the scenario in his mind, tightening his fist, working himself up. โThatโs it. Now swing! Hard as you can!โ ___
Luigiโs whole body twisted and his arm shot out in one short, controlled action. He felt his knuckles crack across Warrenโs face and the cartilage of the large manโs nose snap. There was a tiny yelp of shock, Warren releasing Luigi to clutch his bleeding face with both hands. Everyoneโs attention was captured, the whole scene paused in astonishment. Luigi didnโt waste a single second as he dashed down the alley, snatching up his sibling, practically throwing him ahead in his desperation.
โMario! Run!โ
The command was unnecessary. They fell into sync as they sped away. They could hear manic footsteps and shouts behind them as their pursuers regrouped and gave chase, but if there was anything Mario was better at than fighting, it was running, and if there was any skill in which Luigi surpassed his brother, it was the art of escape.
Together they bounded over chain link fences, across brick walls and fire escapes, rounding sharp corners and leapfrogging over garbage cans, keeping side-by-side until any sign of their pursuers was left far behind, lost completely in the loud bustle of the New York streets as dawn finally broke over the city.
Mario and Luigi took refuge in a corner store across the street from their home. Harry, a friend of theirs, ran the place from six in the morning until two p.m, and played tennis with them on weekends. He was just then turning the sign from โclosedโ to โopenโ when he saw Mario and Luigi approach, Mario holding on to Luigi's shoulders for stability.
They claimed they were mugged. The full story didnโt feel worth delving into. Harry considered calling the police, but Mario and Luigi turned down the idea. Given that their attackers hadnโt successfully stolen anything, and Mario had dealt out a fair amount of damage himself, they doubted anything useful could come of it.
They took Harryโs suggestion to call an ambulance into a bit more consideration. Mario looked himself over carefully, and after determining that no bones were broken or organs ruptured, turned down that idea as well. They did, however, happily accept the offer of ice, bandages, and access to the storage room, where they could get themselves cleaned up before heading home.
Soon, Luigi was sitting by his brother on a pallet of paper towels with a first aid kit open on his lap. He decided to start with Marioโs raw knuckles, having decided to wait until after the ice brought down the swelling in his face before he tended to the worst of the damage.
โSo, what are we going to tell the family?โ Luigi asked after he and his brother had finally settled. โSame thing we told Harry.โ Mario said, wincing a little as his brother brushed gravel out of his injured knuckles and dabbed them with antiseptic, โWeโll tell them we got a sugar craving around midnight, decided to take a walk to the nearby 24/7 pancake house, and got mugged along the way.โ
โWhy would I go to a pancake house in my Sunday best?โ โOh, I donโt know!โ Mario snapped, pulling the ice away from his face in exasperation. โWhat, you want me to tell them that you decided to sneak out and pretend to be Stu Ungar for a night?โ
Luigi shrugged, barely even blinking when his brother raised his voice at him, finding it rather comforting that he still had that fire in him regardless of his injuries. Even so, Mario looked regretful, letting out a heavy sigh and pressing the ice back against his face. โNo way. Theyโd never let you hear the end of it.โ
Luigi gave a small nod, less of agreement and more of numb acceptance. He rifled through the package of adhesive bandages, trying to find the little H-shaped one designed for knuckles. Finding none, he decided to settle with simple gauze and bandage tape. โMario, Iโm so sorry,โ he whispered as he finished tying off his brotherโs hands. โHeh, not as sorry as youโre gonna be when Nonno gets wind of this. For a guy who needs a walker he sure can swing that thing, and he doesn't miss!โ โNot about that. I meanโฆโ Luigi swallowed back the tears building in his throat. โ...I-I mean about what I said back there. The whole โI donโt need youโ thing.โ โOh that!โ Mario let out a good natured laugh and shook his head. โDonโt even mention it Lu, you were just trying to keep me safe.โ
โBut I didnโtโฆ I mean I shouldโveโฆโ Luigi stuttered and trailed off as he felt the tears continue to choke him, creating a painful lump and cutting off his words. That wasnโt all he was sorry for. It wasnโt even the beginning. He didnโt mean to put his brother in that position, make him feel like he had to turn himself into a punching bag. He didnโt mean to nearly get him stabbed... maybe even killed. He didnโt mean to keep getting lost, keep getting cornered, keep attracting trouble, keep forcing his Mario into these sorts of situations. He couldnโt help but wonder what was wrong with him. โHey.โ Marioโs voice pulled Luigi from his thoughts. He felt his brother gently take hold of his wrist, and lift his trembling hand into the air. โThat was a pretty good left hook back there.โ
Luigi looked at his own hand as Mario brought it up to the light. It was still marked with Warrenโs nose blood, smeared across his knuckles in an ugly brown stain. He felt a glimmer of pride then, seeing the evidence of his little moment of heroism, though he wasnโt so proud that he wasnโt unnerved by the literal blood on his hands.
Using an antiseptic wipe to wash his hand clean, Luigi decided to switch subjects and ask a question that had been on the tip of his tongue ever since Mario first swooped in to rescue him. โHowโd you know where to find me?โ
โWell, you werenโt too far from the casino you kept researching in your internet search history.โ Mario smugly pulled the phone from his overall pocketโ miraculously undamaged. โI just followed the address, and then followed my gut, until eventually I found you. Not a moment too soon, from the looks of things.โ
Luigi smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. โHeh, I just wish youโd found me sooner. The night would've gone a lot better if you picked me up right after I won all that mon-โ he froze mid sentence, his eyes widening in sudden recollection. The money! He couldnโt believe he almost forgot about the money! โHold on! I want to show you something.โ Mario was confused, but didnโt protest as Luigi took the phone from his hands. Eagerly he exited the internet page, switched to his bank app, and was relieved to see that despite losing his debit card and nearly getting robbed at knifepoint, the total in his checking account was still the same as it had been when heโd first left the poker table and deposited his earnings. โWhatโs that big grin about?โ Mario asked, noticing his brother's change of demeanor. Luigi handed the phone back to Mario, and took no small amount of delight in watching his expressions disbelief and elation.
โLuigi! Is this for real!? I swear if youโre pulling my leg-โ
โThe average cost of starting a plumbing business is around twenty grand, right?โ Luigi interrupted, chuckling proudly. โTwenty five thousand should cover it.โ
Saying the number out loud, a part Luigi couldnโt help but feel perplexed. It had seemed an exorbitant amount at the poker tableโ no doubt it was an incredible sum to win in one nightโ but it didnโt seem like a number worth being threatened the way he had, not by a guy who appeared as well off as Warren. Luigi suspected either Warrenโs issues were based more in pride than money, or he had been pigeonholed as a far more prolific and wealthy gambler than he actually was. Someone worth robbing. In any case, they were 25k richer, and Mario was over the moon.
โWe- we can get a van! With a logo and a custom paint job!โ he declared, struggling to keep from shouting as he wrapped an arm around his brother, โWe can restock our tools, get the name trademarked! Get the permits and a website and- ah, ow!โ Too much excitement. Marioโs aching skull began to throb and his split lip that had just started to heal was bleeding again. Luigi tenderly unwound himself from his brotherโs hug, settled him back down, and began dabbing at the bloody lip with a cotton ball.
โFirst letโs see how much the doctor bills are going to cost.โ Luigi remarked with no small amount of concern, โyou may feel well enough to avoid an ambulance, but Iโm not convinced you didnโt crack a cheek bone or something, and weโre no longer insured...โ
โWeโll be fine. Weโve got our life savings on top of your winnings!โ Mario let out another hearty laugh, still high on excitement despite the surge of pain, โIn fact, bet if weโฆ wellโฆ nah. Itโs stupid.โ โStupid? No way.โ Luigi pulled out another antiseptic wipe, waiting for Mario to hold still enough for him to tend to aย particularly ruddy scrape on his cheek. โCouldnโt be any stupider than sneaking out to play poker. Whatโs the plan?โ โItโs not a plan so much as it is an idea.โ โ...And? Whatโs the idea?โ
Mario winced as his younger brother finally succeeded in laying the stinging cloth against his injured face, but quickly bounced back into a smile.
โSay Luโฆโ he said, eyes shining with excitement, โhow do you feel about making a TV commercial?โ
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Dragon Age: The Veilguard and Mass Effect companions
If talking about Bioware there's always a familiar personality types from game to game (and it's totally ok because despite well known archetypes the devil is in the details). So. I was bored and thinking about the da4 squad. Let's just say it's kind of a comparison and a try to guess what to expect. No serious stuff included, just for entertainment.
(also it would be hilarious to wait the release and found out I failed dramatically)
Bellara Lutara
Peebee
As devs said Bellara is the one who always has a solution and so as Peebee.
She may seems immature and careless yet is actually smart and resourceful despite the first impression. A true adventurer in a search of truth and new knowledge. Savvy of the team.
Lucanis Dellamorte
Garrus Vakarian
Archangels, as celestials, are supposed to be with wings so Dellamorte with his wings is a perfect match.
I mean. Kills shitbags. Outrageously skilled yet surprisingly awkward in a matter of personal relationship. The job must be done even if not a nice one. Dedication of the team.
Emmrich Volcarin
Mordin Solus
Academic mind. Responsible and quite a work enthusiastic yet morally questionable. Calm, polite, discreet. Tremendous vocabulary (I hope the speed of speaking isn't salarian tho). Wits of the team.
Lace Harding
Wanted to say Liara T'Soni because of VA, but it's Nyreen Kandros
Moral compas always point in a right direction. You have to do anything that is possible to help those who can't protect themselves. Conscience of the team.
Neve Gallus
Miranda Lawson
Smart and capable. Ice queen at first sight but if you can earn the trust is the loyal friend. Determination of the team.
Davrin
Liam Costa (??)
Having a problem here. Not much known about Davrin yet. Liam Costa seems fitting because he's not a hero or a chosen one or something. A good person who cares a lot, wants to help and tries to make things right. And he is bold and charming so as Davrin was described. Heart of the team.
Taash
Aria T'Loak
Strong, confident, brave as hell. You need to get shit done? It's your lady. Yet has a soft side you can see if prove yourself trustworthy. And then the most loyal ally who goes with you to hell and back. Courage of the team.
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๐๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ก ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ซ๐. ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ, ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐จ. ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ซ, ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐๐. ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง?
But yet, here you are, your trunks and luggage stacked neatly in the corner of your chambers, waiting to be unpacked and loaded into the cupboards and closet that was given when you started.
With your advanced IQ among multiple wizarding topics, the last thing you truly expected was a letter in the mail asking if youโd like to take the position of Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. Upon your hire, you expected nothing but being a teacher, passing your knowledge onto the many curious minds that waltzed into your room on a day to day basis. The Dark Lord fell many, many years ago, but there could be new threats. Recent graduates who want to pick up where he left off all those years ago, and despite the fact you hate using your talents for this, you didnโt want to leave those kids without proper training. ๐ฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐.
Or perhaps, it was ๐๐๐, that drew you back here.
You always thought you were good at hiding it. You learned rather quickly how to hide the flush that tried flowing into your face when he was near. You made sure it wouldnโt show on your face, or in your posture. But ๐
๐๐๐๐๐, it was hard. Those times heโd pass you in the corridors, or nodding in your direction when youโd say good morning. Or maybe, it was the fact, he barely acknowledged your existence at all that made you crave him even more. Granted, you didnโt expect to take over the position he worked ever so hard for, so you didnโt have much time to prepare yourself for the cold shoulder youโd receive from him. You often found yourself wondering: if you were given another position, would it be any different? Would you have caught his eye? Like he did, you? Would the two of you grow close like you hope?
But, more importantly, would you be in the position that youโre in right now?
Somehow, you always seemed to find yourself, wherever he is. Yes, as Professorโs, you share the same break room, the same eatery, the same library, but there have been times that heโd suddenly be near. And for no apparent reason at all. Or so you thought.
This was another one of those times.
You had been waiting outside of the Headmasters office for what seemed like hours. With the plan of partnering up with another Professor for a dueling club, for the younger students. Most of the other teachers had their partners already, which left you with ๐๐๐. You had heard a lot about him through others; how he created spells as a young teen all by himself, and how he, was the one to bring down the Dark Lord back in the day. Of course, you knew despite most of the students being either afraid of him or looking up to him, you knew he was a force to be reckoned with. There werenโt many other wizards more powerful than you. More knowledgeable than you. One Professor, even stated they believed you were stronger than him. But, you knew, you were ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, compared to him. And you knew thatโs what made you get on his nerves. That, and for some odd reason, they chose your knowledge over his, for this position.
But, all the same, he had to deal with you as his dueling partner. And whether he wanted to spare you in on his complaints, or simply because things were being said that you couldnโt know about, you were told to wait outside.
You figured it was going to be a few more minutes and you grew tired of standing like a security guard outside of a bank. The aches in your legs told you that you needed to move, stretch, walk around. Do something so you wouldnโt turn stiff as a board. Hogwarts was beautiful, in many unique ways. But even with a view like this, you grew impatient, and bored. Especially because you werenโt allowed to do anything but wait.
They didnโt specify where you had to wait, only that you had to wait. You told yourself. And after a moments contemplation, you went on your merry way.
You found yourself inside of his classroom, examining the books and many bottles of ingredients that lined the shelves. Call yourself crazy, but youโd love to be a student in his class, watching as he worked, listening as he explained things to you and the rest of the class. And, despite his nonexistent knowledge towards you, you grew found of him. Found of the idea that one day, his attention might just fall to you. There werenโt many people you were found of anymore. That being the case, you made it a point to try to be friends. Well, acquaintances would be a better word. And if that meant dealing with his silence, and cold glances, youโd happily oblige.
Eventually, after glancing over what felt like the hundredth jar that evening, you heard the faint sound of a knob juggling as itโs being turned. You cocked your head in the direction the noise was coming from and watched as he gracefully walked through the center of the room and up to his desk. And like always, ignoring the fact that you were standing no more than ten feet away.
โ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ณ๐ฒ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฌ/๐ป.โ He said, catching you off guard, as heโs never addressed you before.
You hoped and prayed that your eyes didnโt express the excitement that bubbled up inside you. You swallowed, and brushed a hand through your hair as causally as you could.
โ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ณ๐ฒ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ." You made it a point to address him with the same annoyed, and unappealing tone he gave to you when he voiced your name.
When you were first introduced to him, you felt scared. Not because of the things you'd heard of him, but of the intimidating aura that emitted from him. You feared that you may make a fool of yourself in front of him, or that youโd mess something up and heโd get angry with you. But over time, you felt yourself get fond of that idea. Wondering if heโd wait until the two of you were alone to discipline you or if heโd do it in front of others, not sympathetic towards your embarrassment.
You ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ the thought of being alone with him. Fond of the idea he would degrade you for knocking over a potion bottle.
Perhaps you have gone mad.
You watched as the corners of his lips turned down into a scowl, irritated about being spoken to in such a manner. In a manner below him. You watched as he repositioned in his chair, perched at the front of the dimly lit classroom, sitting in a chair that youโd find a king sitting in, rather than a potions Professor. If it werenโt for the lamp, and the few lit candles around the room, you wouldnโt notice he was here if you were to of walked in now.
โ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ณ๐ฒ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐/๐ป.โ He rumbled out, more impatient than the first time he spoke of you. He didnโt move again, as his dark eyes bore into your head.
โ๐ก๐ผ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ. ๐โ๐บ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐. ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐'๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ป๐ฒ๐
๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ ๐ฑ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฐ๐น๐๐ฏ.โ You replied as you adjusted your posture against the counter.
From the corner of your eye, you could see him tense up as you crossed your arms. From where you were propped up against the counter, you were able to get a good look at him. Even sitting down, his intimidating energy coated this room in what felt like a thick fog. You realized that despite sitting down, his over six foot tall stature was amplified by the bulk of his muscles as well as the thick dark cloak he wore everyday. You were small to begin with, no taller than 5โ2, he managed to make you feel even smaller. Without even doing anything.
๐๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
โ๐ฆ๐ผ. ๐ช๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐?โ You questioned. You watched as he settled back against his chair, his tense posture never easing, not even by a fraction. His hands balled up into hard fists.
โ๐ก๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ. ๐ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ป๐ฒ๐
๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ. ๐ฌ๐ผ๐, ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ, ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐น๐น๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ.โ He growled out, his tone making it quite clear that your presence is frustrating to him. You exhaled, glancing towards the flow and feeling slightly sympathetic yet bothered.
โ๐ ๐ด๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐'๐ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ.โ You replied, feeling yourself slowly giving up at making a conversation out of this topic. As much as you wanted to turn on your heel, something made you voice your opinion. โ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป'๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ด๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ. ๐ฌ๐ผ๐โ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐บ๐ป ๐ด๐ฟ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐๐๐, ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐'๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐บ๐ฒ, ๐ถ๐๐ป'๐ ๐ถ๐?โ
He let out a rumble as he listened to your words, a sound he made when irritated. His tone full of distaste.
โ๐โ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฑ, ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ณ๐ฒ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ.โ He snarled, this comment resulting in you rolling your eyes at the floor. You should of known that as long as you held the position of the DADA teacher, this is how heโd behave. You couldnโt grasp why he wanted that job so much. But you couldnโt find yourself with enough courage to ask. It was clear to you, that for as long as you stayed here, he would continue to be this frustrated. He wouldnโt say it, but you knew.
Pushing yourself away from the counter using your foot, your boots making no noise as you took a few steps forward, towards his desk.
โ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐น๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐น ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ณ๐ฒ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ. ๐ช๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐น ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฒ๐
๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐. ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ. ๐๐๐, ๐โ๐บ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐, ๐ฎ๐น๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐. ๐จ๐ป๐น๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ป๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ. ๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐โ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ.โ You added cooly. You knew you were hitting below the belt, but something in his expression egged you on.
Snape stared down at you without a word, his eyes full of nothing but seething hate. You noticed his breathing hitching with every breath. It was quite some time before he acknowledged what you said.
โ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐พ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐.โ He remarked. The fists that his hands have been curled up in, tightened. Causing his knuckles to turn even paler.
โ๐โ๐บ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐ฏ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป.โ You retorted back, cocking your head to the left. You watched as he lulled something over in his mind. You used this time to shift your weight back and forth between each leg, overly tired and stiff from the never ending standing.
โ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ?โ He rumbled, an eyebrow going up in response to his question.
โ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ฏ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ฑ๐ฒ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ถ๐.โ He said to you, his voice a touch deeper than normal, darker.
His remark came as a surprise, and your eyes must of showed it. He readjusted his posture, sitting straight as straight as possible. You watched as he pushed his hips outward, from his seated position. This action made his legs stick out from where they were before. He pulled his hands from the arm rests, letting them sit folded in his lap.
โ๐๐ผ๐ป'๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ, ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ.โ
He demanded. You obeyed naturally as you walked up the step that leads to his desk. Coming to a stop a foot away from him. Your heart rate picked up from the sudden closeness, causing a rush of heat to travel to your face. Suddenly, you felt his large hand grip your wrist almost painfully. Pulling you forward so that your head was level to his. โ๐ฌ๐ผ๐, ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ด๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐, ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ.โ He growled. This shocked you. As much as his ignorance to you upset you, you tried your best to be nothing but nice and respectful towards him. You started to wonder if you giving him space was considered disrespect to him.
โ๐ฆ๐ถ๐.โ He commanded, and the second you went to plop onto the floor in front of him, you were yanked ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐จ him. Straight into the menacing manโs lap. Your legs positioned on either side of his large thigh. It took your brain a few seconds more to realize what was happening and thatโs what distracted you from the grip he had on your chin. His large fingers gripping the bone firmly between them, pulling at your chin to make you look down at him. You were propped in the middle of his leg, finding this seat rather comfortable, despite him being so menacing. You almost lost your balance as you tried to hover over him, nervous that your heat might come in contact with his leg. Letting go of your face, and reaching out to you, you felt him place one large hand on either side of your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze as he pushed you down.
The potion Professor seemed to enjoy the shock and excitement that crossed over your face, perched on his thigh . He felt the way your body trembled lightly as he held onto you; seeing the way your eyes glazed over in lust rather than fear. Severus was a busy and introverted man. As much of a front he was putting on, making you think he hated you over some stupid job, it really covered the growing attraction and need to feel you close to him.
And thatโs why, he took this opportunity to show you, how you make him feel.
Your lips parted as his hands traveled up and down the your waist. The way his fingers grazed over your ribs and back made you shudder in the already cold room. His body was warm under you, making you feel it through the layer of clothing you wore. Even though he pulled your head up to look at him, you couldnโt help yourself from looking down, taking in the position you were in. He stopped briefly to squeeze the supple flesh under his touch.
โYou seem ๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ซ๐ค๐ช๐จ, doll.โ He said to you, making a note of the way your breath hitched at the name.
โ๐-๐ถ๐โ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐, ๐'๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป.โ You dropped your head again at the shame of your fantasies being laid out for him to hear. Feeling so embarrassed you couldnโt stop the blush that threatened over your cheeks and nose. He let out a noise of approval at your honesty; at the way you so easily gave yourself to him. What you didnโt know, was that he often found himself pleasuring himself to thoughts of you like this. Wondering what sweet noises you would make as his hands traveled over your body, what your face would look like when he had you on the verge of coming undone by his touch. But still, the tone of your voice, he could tell something was wrong. You were nervous, flustered. And what he didnโt know, is that youโve never done something like this before. Youโve had your fair share of men, but none made you feel the way he ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐จ you feel.
But, as frightening as he may be, he would ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง hurt you, or do something to make you uncomfortable.
Not unless you told him to.
โ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐. ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น, ๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐.โ Replied Severus, glancing into your glossed over eyes.
His hands gripped a little more tightly into your skin, holding you steady.
โ๐ก๐ผ๐, ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐. ๐๐ผ๐น๐น๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ. ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป'๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฝ.โ
Before you were able to agree with the potions Professor, he pushed you down more and began to grind your hips into his muscular thigh. He rocked you back and forth in small, quick motions as your clothed heat ground against his leg. The sudden sensation made you whimper, your hands falling forward onto his chest where you started palming at the fabric. Attempting to get a grip on something as he slowly started his assault. After the surprise of the sudden pleasure between your legs, you eased into it. You began rocking your hips along with his help. A collection of whines and whimpers escaped your lips, your face and chest heating up with each rock.
โ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐น๐น, ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ.โ Severus spoke softly, giving you one quick bounce of his leg and watching as you dropped your head onto his shoulder to muffle your cries. Embarrassed at such a lewd sound, you bit down into the fabric that clothed him, trying to suppress the pathetic sounds you were making as you curled your waist to grind against him more.
Something about this upset him, whether you were trying to hide your face, or stifle your sounds, you felt an arm snake up your torso until it rested firmly around your throat. Without warning, you couldnโt help but throw your head back as you let out such a pathetic moan. With his strength, he held your head out, giving him the perfect view to watch your face contort in pleasure.
โ๐๐ผ๐ปโ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ ๐บ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น.โ
Following his demand, you nodded your head the best you could in his grip, locking eyes with him. Surprisingly, now you had decent balance, despite loosing one of his hands. The way his other thigh pushed in towards yours helped you stay steady as you rocked yourself against him.
Severus couldnโt help but smirk, your face looked so helpless, and needy, as you continued to whine and moan with every stroke of his leg. Your sounds, were just as helpless and pathetic as you were in this state.
โ๐-๐ณ๐๐ฐ๐ธ.โ You whimpered. โ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐-๐ฆ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐.โ His name came out broken as your hips attempted to keep up with his pace.
โ๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ถ๐. ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐, ๐๐ผ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐ด๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ. ๐ฆ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐, ๐ต๐บ?โ He cooed towards you, watching as small tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, the skin under his fingers turning pink from his longing grip.
As the assault to your clothed cunt continued, you could feel the familiar warmth form in your lower stomach. This caused your movements to turn sloppy, and erratic. You got to the point your pace was much quicker than the one he set for you. Severus figured this meant one thing, and one thing only. He decided, to give you some more guidance. He started to bounce his knee randomly, enjoying the way youโd close your eyes at each jolt. Your hands, that gripped onto his chest, tightened, holding on for dear life. Your whines turned to moans, and your whimpering grew louder, and at this point you didnโt care how โloudโ you became. Severus was making you feel good, and your entire body filled with the ecstasy that you never imagined you could achieve. Not even during all those late nights where you found yourself pinching and rubbing over your clit, or when your fingers curled against you g-spot.
๐๐๐จ name was the one you quietly called out for when your orgasms would wash over you. ๐๐๐จ face came to mind as you chased your pleasure. Only ๐๐๐ข, was who you gave yourself too.
โ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ. ๐๐๐บ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐น๐น.โ He said. His tone was so seductive and dark it made you want to scream to the heavens. You tried to respond, or at least acknowledge his remark, but the only thing you were able to do was blather out incoherent noises.
โ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ด๐ผ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐ฆ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น. ๐ง๐๐ฟ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐๐ป๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฒ.โ
And with his reassuring words, you let yourself go. Relishing in the intense orgasm that ripped itself from you. A plethora of screams escaped your lips as Severus continued to push you back and forth, letting your ride it out. Jerking his thigh into you at the same time as pushing you down. His breathe more ragged and fast than it was before. He watched as tears spilled from your eyes, and your face now bright red from this state of euphoria. He continued to stare as your chest rose up and down as you panted. Severus released your neck, as well as your hips and gently guided you down towards his chest. He knew you were far too weak to hold yourself up.
Your body went limp against his, and your hands lessened their grip on his cloak, but not entirely letting him go either. With you against him like this, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hand over your back and intertwining his fingers with your hair. He rumbled out sweet nothings and praises for being so good to him, and so good for him. After having you, the way he dreamed of, he felt much better. All that tension he carried before getting enough guts to do this, he was able to relax.
He smiled at the thought of having you like this again.
And he knew, youโd want the same.
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the heir & the emissary
Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Feyre sat bolt upright in a high back chair situated at one end of a long, ornate table. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands folded upon the tabletop. She was the picture of calm, easy, elegance. To her left sat Rhys, covered head to toe in exquisite black garments as he reclined in his seat, occasionally picking at his cuticles as though he couldnโt be any more bored if he tried. And located just behind them, in her peripheral vision was the remainder of her family. She could see two large sets of wings and two pairs of elegantly long legs sitting stock still. She allowed herself to glance around the table, taking in those in attendance.
At the opposite end of the long table sat Kallias and Viviane acting as the hosts of this meeting. They were the sparkling embodiment of icy indifference; their hands clasped together on the table in a show of unity. To their right sat Tarquin and to his right sat Thesan. To their left sat Eris and to his left sat Helion. She allowed her gaze to swivel around the table and it did not escape her notice that still, after all this time, the table was effectively separated between seasonal and solar courts.ย
โI know we have been here for rather longer than I had originally hoped today so Iโd like to start wrapping this meeting up soon but before we can do so, there is one more issue we need to discuss,โ Kallias spoke, his gaze falling upon Eris. โAs you can all see we seem to be missing two high lords and we received, frankly, suspicious letters from both of them regarding this meeting.โ Kallias passed the letters along the table.ย
โMy father has been increasingly paranoid lately and more secretive than usual. That alone is not cause for concern, given my fathers temperament but Iโve also noticed a large number of warriors being reallocated to projects I am not privy to.โ Eris stated.ย
The letters made their way around the table and finally Feyre was able to pick one up. She read them over quickly before passing them to Rhys.ย
โThese are nearly identical notes,โ Feyre gasped. Her eyes pulled up to look across the table to Kallias and Viviane.ย
โYes. It is worrisome. We can reasonably assume that they are meeting with each other but for what reason we can only guess at this time.โ Viviane nodded slightly.
โI can send my Spymaster to Spring to take a look around. Maybe we can see if anything strange is going on over there. Well, beyond the obvious,โ Rhys said, smirking. โThink you can get any more information from Beron?โ He added, addressing Eris directly for the first time.
โI can try, though he is particularly distrustful of me lately. Iโll see what I can do.โ Eris responded.
โWe also have someone currently looking into the situation in Spring. Sheโs there as we speak so we should hopefully have some new intel soon.โ Viviane spoke softly. Erisโ head snapped in her direction, flames alight in his eyes.
โYou sent her to Spring?โ He hissed, hackles rising in agitation. Feyreโs eyebrows shot up into her hairline as she fought to keep the surprise off her face. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the right, the only outward display that Erisโ behavior had also caught his attention. In all the years they had been dealing with Eris at this point neither had ever seen such genuine emotion out of him.
โWe asked her to go and she agreed.โ Viviane replied, keeping her face neutral.ย
He shot up out of his seat, palms flat against the table and glaring down his nose at her. โYou know how she feels about that place after all she has been through. How could you ask her to go there?โ Kallias was immediately out of his seat.
โSit down Eris. Youโre one step away from being out of line.โ Kallias growled out. The two males stared each other down for a few more seconds before Eris brushed his hands over his chest and sat back down. Kallias was soon to follow.ย
What was that? Feyre reached out to the minds of her companions.
I have never, in all my years of knowing him, seen him react that way to anything. Rhys responded.ย
โShe should be back shortly,โ Kallias resumed speaking, glancing over to Eris again, โperfectly unharmed.โ He then allowed his attention to fall back to the room as a whole, โI have asked a close friend and advisor of mine to take a peak around and just see what she could find. I will get what information I can from her as soon as she returns.โ
Eris let out a little laugh under his breath, โadvisor huh? Did she get a promotion?โ
Viviane let out a small, breathy, laugh as well, โyou know as well as I do that while her official title is โemissaryโ she does much, much more than that for us.โ Eris nodded, a small smile upon his lips. Feyre blinked. She could barely comprehend what she was witnessing. A genuine smile? At the thought of another? She looked back at him but found his face to be as blank as could be. Had she imagined it?
The meeting continued for a short while longer and the sun was beginning to go down in the sky by the time they had called it quits.ย
โUnfortunately, you cannot winnow from within the palace walls. We will need to exit to the main courtyard out front before you can pass the wards and leave. Let us walk you.โ Kallias advised, standing from his seat. He took Vivianeโs hand, pulling her to stand and placing a kiss upon her knuckles. They nodded to the guard stationed beside the large cedar doors and they were promptly hoisted open. The High Lord and Lady of Winter proceeded through the open doors and down the long corridor which would take them and their guests beyond the palace walls.
Behind them strode Helion, Thesan and Tarquin deep in conversation. Their heads were bent together, large grins on their faces. It was likely that they were spreading some gossip or another, as they were wont to do. Eris followed closely behind them, his hands were stuck into his pockets and his head held high. Despite his posture displaying the usual arrogant demeanor, the furrowing of his brows and downturn of his lips gave away his internal struggle.ย
Pulling up the rear of the group were the High Lord and High Lady of Night and their Inner Circle. None of them spoke a word but shared looks amongst themselves that screamed โwe have so much to discuss when we get homeโ. Cassian had Nesta tucked into his side, one wing being used to huddle her in closer. Rhys and Feyre had their hands clasped between them, walking with Azriel and Mor hovering on either side of them.ย
Up ahead Feyre saw Kallias and Viviane come to a stop in the entrance to the courtyard. Though she was much too far behind to hear words she could see that they were speaking to someone. Kalliasโ body blocked them from her view but she could see Viviane reach out a hand to lightly brush their arm in a motion of comfort.ย
The group continued to get closer as they moved down the corridor. She heard Kallias let out a small chuckle and saw him nod his head in a clear act of dismissal. Everything beyond this point happened so fast, that to this day she remains unsure if this was all a fever dream.ย
Eris came to a halt in front of them at the opening of the courtyard, just beyond the wards, removing his hands from his pockets, causing them to come to an abrupt stop as well so as not to crash into him. The body of a small woman stepped around Kallias and came flying at full speed through the courtyard in a sprint. Rhys stuck his arm out in front of Feyre and two sets of wings flared out around her in a protective manner, covering all three females present.ย
The woman approached Eris and flung herself into the air. He caught her easily around the waist, spinning in an attempt to keep them both upright. A loud squealing noise filled the air which was immediately followed by a bellowing laugh. Her arms were thrown round his neck and her face was buried in the crook of his neck as well. His eyes were closed and the brightest smile Feyre had ever seen adorned his face.
One arm remained around her waist as he lowered her feet to the floor, his other hand moving up her spine and burying itself into her pale blonde hair. She pulled her head back to look at his face, wearing an equally bright smile.ย
โEris,โ she breathed, โyouโre here.โ Feyre could see her profile and was able to catch the small tears beading in her blue-gray eyes. Eyes that were so familiar. Eyes that she saw every time she looked at her sister; every time she looked into the mirror.ย
โTegan,โ he looked upon her face as if attempting to memorize every inch of her. He looked up briefly, catching Kalliasโ gaze. Kallias gave him a brief nod which he returned before he was swallowed up by magic and disappeared before their eyes.
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Leย compasย est unย instrument de navigationย qui donne une rรฉfรฉrence de direction (leย nord) sur le plan horizontal et permet ainsi la mesure d'angles horizontaux par rapport ร cette direction. Le compas est graduรฉ de 0ยฐ (nord) ร 359ยฐ dans le sens des aiguilles d'une montre (sens rรฉtrograde).
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Prompt #28: Rendezvous
Characters: Gabriel Devrau, Arazul De'fleur, members of the Drama club.
Synopsis: Returning to the Studium late one evening, Gabriel gets an unexpected eyeful.
Setting: Sharlayan, Drama club room.
Warning - NSFW, some BDSM elements, sexual situations, solo.
It had been a mistake. One big fucking mistake. ย Blindly, Gabriel sprinted down the darkened hallway that he knew like the back of his hand towards the direction of the menโs locker room. It was the late evening at the Studium โ he shouldnโt have even been there, but he had forgotten his note bag when heโd been by earlier to help the Drama club with their light fixtures for an upcoming show.
No one should have been there this time in the evening, so it was with some surprise to him that after within a short walking distance that he heard muffled sounds coming from behind the closed door. Quiet footfalls brought the dark-haired Wildwood closer, ears perking up to hear the sounds from beyond..They almost sounded like soft moans of pleasure? Or was it only his imagination?
The Studium had many rumors of being haunted over the years of different sounds that could be heard, not to mention, the building itself was a relic of timeโs past. Concluding he must be hearing things; Gabriel flung open the door โ it took him a few good moments to register what exactly he was seeing here. He immediately stopped in his tracks as if paralyzed to the spot to the sight that unveiled before his pale eyes, jaw slack in a dumbfounded expression.
โโฆSo disobedient. And look how you already quiver for *more*. I wonder what your punishment should be, hm? Imagine if we left you here..Would you beg for release?โ
Arazulโs deep tone purred in a sinister yet playful undertone, one thin finger hooked underneath the thick black leather collar buckled around the bound oneโs neck to keep their head tilted up. Their mouth lie gagged with a thick crimson cloth they bit down into, wearing a blindfold to disclose their sight. Their cheeks deeply flushed in obvious enjoyment in this play, and they were settled on their knees on a raised dais in the middle of the room that may normally be used for a soliloquy.
Intricate red ropes tied all along their nude form in a complicated pattern of shapes that one could deem as โartistic.โ These thin ropes bound their arms to flex back straight behind them down to their wrists, leaving them vulnerable to the doctor and his companion in this. Said companion was a brunette haired elezen equally as nude as their captive, his hand reaching to comb back through their short silky hair like a favored pet.
Arazul himself looked to be working to get to this point โ shirtless and his trousers barely held up on his taut hips with his long blonde golden locks down for once falling past the middle of his back. His free arm curled about the tapered waist of the other elezen standing close alongside him, turning to one another with a steely half-lidded gaze โ like trying to determine who should strike first.
The doctorโs long nails bit down onto the unmarred flesh of his companionโs hip, full lips parting tenderly with a slide of his tongue along his lower lip to moisten and lean to slant over one anotherโs for a deep kiss. Arazulโs thin fingers trailed slowly upwards in a soft caress along his lower back with their pliant mouths meeting in a through heated demand โ Lips firmly pressing to let their tongues entwine with sensuous slowness along one another yet wrestling for dominance.
The good doctor had made friends with a few of the members of the Drama club โ very close friends. Yet, Gabriel could barely register who they were in the barely lit room when a delectable rush of heat crawled along with his senses and slammed into him with such ferocity to leave him breathless.
With an excited rush of breathe leaving him, Arazul broke away from the kiss โ only noticing the figure at the door now from their shared intimacy. His nails still traced playfully along his companionโs lower back, the end of his lips curling slowly to see who it was that stumbled upon him, โSpeaking of disobedient, perhaps you would care to join us, Gabriel..? If you think you can last...โ A slender brow rose when his gaze lowered with meaning.
The sights had worked on him to a deleterious effect. Gabriel didnโt have to look down to know the front of his trousers were straining painfully from his own obvious excitement. His mouth parted as if to speak โ for once, nothing came out of him before he opted to fling the door back closed to run off.
He hadnโt stopped until he was safely behind the closed door of the menโs locker room to lock with panted breathes escaping him. The brisk run had done nothing to dampen the desire that throbbed like nothing heโd ever felt in the deep core of himself.
There was no way he could go home like this..Heading to one side of the locker room, the Wildwood lifted the bottom of his buttoned up shirt to come to grip between his teeth to show off the well defined abdomen heโd put a lot of work into developing with his daily work outs.
Like hell if he would ever let him hear though Gabriel could not at all deny how he felt. With a careful push down of his trousers, the throb along his long length felt to pulsate in time with his heart only increasing in wanton demand, his rough hand coming to close around his tip already beading with thick wetness. His eyes rolled back from the quick intensity with ever deepening groans muffled into shirt.
All that while, Gabriel cursed himself up and down in his thoughts for his bodyโs feverish reaction to the scene. Yet, the worst betrayal of all? He nearly said โYes.โ
#hemlockeffxiv#arazuldefleur#ffxiv oc#gabrieldevrau#ffxiv original character#backstory of why their rivalry gets even more complicated#among other things#deleterious#ffxiv#ffxivwrite2024#ffxiv writing challenge
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went to the ren faire for the first time ever this weekend so OBVIOUSLY i bought a ton of shit i dont need.
pictuted are a wooden whistle carved to look like a dodo; an ocarina; a spider made from wires, beads, and a stone marble; a pen made with ratsnake vertebre; four dice- two wooden d6, one carved to look like a dragon and one with skulls carved into each face, one d6 with movement directions on each face, and a d8 with compas directions on each face; a handmade dice bag; and the hugelarge wizard staff i previously mentioned
#howling#the wizard staff is taller than me btw#and YES i will walk around the neighborhood with that thing. my wonderful big fuckoff walking stick <3
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Purv, did you see where Sam and Alex registered a new company in Edinburgh called Lathe Ur? Type: Distillery
Hi Anon, thanks for letting me know. I hadn't gotten a chance to look into it more. I think you sent this to me yesterday or the day before but I didn't answer it. And earlier today, I got a DM on Twitter also alerting me to this info and to a Tumblr account that posted the info in detail. ๐
So, I clicked on the Tumblr account I was directed to, and here's all the info in detail about Sam and Alex N's new distillery company. Exciting news that Sam keeps growing and expanding his businesses. Good for him! Read all about it on this Tumblr account. I dont agree with some of the things she says about Sam, but the info is very detailed, and frankly, I'm not going to take the time to look into it as deeply as she did. Love the info, the Sam bashing not so much. ๐คทโโ๏ธ Nevertheless, here it is for those interested. ๐
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