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crystalflygeo · 1 year ago

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Mark of an Archon ft. Venti / Zhongli / Ei / Focalors / Nahida / Neuvillette + gn!reader

cw/tags: Mostly suggestive but nsfw in some parts (mostly Zhongli, Neuvillette) marking, kissing.

notes: Alright so... this is different from anything I've written before but I got inspired by the concept of the elemental symbols used as marks by the Archons to denote those important to them. Just short fluffy little dabbles I guess, first time writing everyone except the dragon men heh. I tried REALLY HARD to keep this gender neutral and be inclusive in descriptions but regardless, reader bottoms lmao. Hope y'all like it. (Y'all will NEVER guess where did I get the inspiration for all the marks' placements hehe) Edit: Y'all I have never played obey me WHEEZE the marks placement actually comes from a very old magical girl anime I loved as a kid XDDDD (except geo, it was on the belly button but-//hit)

It is said that the Archons place a mark on the body of their loved ones. A symbol of protection, perhaps of “ownership”, imbued with their elemental energy. Legends has it that they remain mostly invisible to the naked eye, glowing brightly only when the Archon in question touches it, but leaving behind a distinctive trace able to be identified with elemental sight.

However, none of this has been proven at all, and remains mostly as a fantastic tale, just a rumor…

Or is it?

-Barbatos

Venti’s mark rests between your shoulder blades, the small Anemo sigil emulating tiny wings in the most appropriate of places. It makes him fond of calling you his “angel”, though, you know it cannot compare to his own real wings... it makes your heart flutter nonetheless.

It remains mostly covered, and yet without fail, Venti’s hand would always gently rest on it before his hand slides over to your shoulder or waist. At this point the touch soothes you and you’ve come to expect it every time you enter Angel’s share and bright Aqua eyes land on you.

In the dark of night, those precious moments of closeness and passion among the bedsheets, Venti’s nimble fingers, calloused by the Lyre and the bow alike, trail along your spine and stop at the mark, before he leans in and places a kiss on it.

For the God of Freedom to brand someone like this… it would seem as a contradiction, but you know it to be his blessing, his vow to you and your love. As his lips go up to your shoulder and his hands slide down to your waist, sneaking between your legs, he closes his eyes and hums a soft tune.

-Morax

The Geo mark is found on a rather unusual place, and to tell the truth, it even embarrassed you a little at first. The golden diamond placed just below your navel, partially hidden by the line of your underwear. When asked about it, Zhongli simply murmured something about dragon mating, fertility or virility… his cheeks dusted red.

You admit though, that once you get used to it, you do find yourself idly tracing it from time to time. Sometimes it seems to glow softly, or feel warm, perhaps responding to the Archon when he thumbs gently at it, contrasting and comparing with his own blackened arms, etched with veins of gold. Amber eyes staring up at you with love and desire as he places a kiss on it making you shiver.

Zhongli constantly wants to mark you more, in all sorts of ways. Drape you in silks and cover you in gemstones and gold. Leave bite marks along your skin. Douse you in his scent. It appeases his draconic instincts. But nothing compares to that little geo sigil, a personal indisputable claim, tattooed on your skin.

In a way, the mark could be taken as the God of Contracts’ signature and an unbreakable oath to you, his mate. It makes the dragon purr as he rolls his hips into yours, sinking deep inside you and making you whine as his palm presses against it.

-Beelzebul

Right at the center of your collarbone, like a pendant held by an invisible necklace, that is where the Electro mark was placed by Ei. Sometimes it’s a real shame it can’t be seen normally by humans, it would make for a pretty nice tattoo…

It’s not like the Electro sigil is rare to see anyway, quite the contrary, a rather popular choice and common sight all over Inazuma with deep cultural and religious meanings alike honoring Her Excellency. But one look from a youkai or one of the mikos at Narukami shrine and you know this is different.

Ei could act aloof and have a hard time expressing or understanding feelings, but the way she looks at you as she straddles you… dark violet hair cascading down her back and sides, hands roaming your chest and settling at your shoulders. She pins you there under her intense purple gaze and then bends forward to kiss at the sigil before moving to your lips.

The Goddess of Eternity considers her choices deeply and rarely ever goes back on her word or breaks a promise, and that is what she bestows upon you with her mark, a promise. Of love, of respect, of loyalty. Who would’ve thought the Electro Archon could be so… passionate?

-Focalors

You couldn’t believe just where Lady Furina had placed a pretty, blue, Hydro symbol on your skin. When asked about it she’d just giggled and said everything had a reason when it came to divine marks such as these… then proceeded to not explain at all. But seriously, your inner thigh?!

You could only sigh but smile softly at her antics as she laid across the couch, head rested in your lap, taking a nap by using your thighs as pillow, or demanding to be fed more sweets and sputtering indignantly when you poke at her nose or cheek instead, blushing.

She often drives you insane, paying special attention to the hydro marking with kisses and nibbles when you need her lips to go just a little more to the side… but oh, how she enjoyed teasing and riling you up. Mismatched blue eyes blinking coyly under thick eyelashes.

This is Lady Furina’s pledge to you, her word of honor as the Goddess of Justice, to love and cherish you no matter what. For despite her innocent act, she is guilty of having fallen for you.

-Bonus: Buer (Platonic)

Many people underestimate and doubt Nahida. A grave sin, in your opinion. When she places her mark of Dendro softly in your forehead, you feel nothing but pride, willing to follow and defend her and her teachings, for it is an honor to be her acolyte.

You see her wisdom in her actions, in the contemplating looks at her beloved city and people, in the way she always tries to solve problems and learn from difficulties, in her kindness, gentleness and little smiles. You see her love in the way she helps the elderly and soothes the children, in the candied ajilenakh nuts she shares with everyone, in the sparkle of her unique green eyes.

Like any other Archon, her nation and all its inhabitants are like her children. Despite her preferred appearance, the way she holds your hand as she guides you along and brushes at your hair gently with comforting words and praise feel more akin to a mother.

Just as you trust her, she trusts you, that is the covenant her sigil represents. And in the eyes of the Goddess of Wisdom, one day you’ll reach the sky and stars above.

-Bonus II: Hydro Dragon Sovereign

You stare at the sigil in the palm of your hand. An ancient symbol of power, no doubt, but with a meaning long since lost to time and shrouded in mystery. Yet, its significance is crystal clear to you: “I am yours as you are mine.”

The way the Iudex would always, without fail, hold your hand gently and kiss your palm instead of the back of it as it was traditional would no doubt confuse some people, but it makes your heart skip a beat. This special connection, the knowing look from those gorgeous lavender eyes and the hidden smile pressed against your skin…

Your back arches with a moan as Neuvillette ruts softly into you, slow and reverent, peppering kisses and nuzzling at your neck. His hand takes a hold of yours, fingers intertwining and you shiver as the marking in your palm seems to react. Your grip his hand tighter, canting your hips as well and surrounding him with your legs, asking for more, more, more-

It’s unknown if one day his kind will return to power, just as it’s impossible to predict the flow of the elements and the energy in leylines or just what the future will bring. But for Neuvillette, having you by his side feels like the most refreshing spring water and makes life that much sweeter.

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mrsensitive · 2 years ago

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just fluff

when you get back from work quinn is all but ready to leave for the game tonight.

"hey handsome, you ever going to put on something different?"

he smiles and shakes his head, more than used to your quips about his suits every time he leaves for a game. instead he pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling against your lips, "i got you something."

"hmm it couldn't wait til later?" you tease, knowing he's usually out the door by now, but your joking tone stalls when he hands you a small rectangular box wrapped beautifully in ribbon. "q... what's all this?"

he doesn't answer you, instead stands there with his hands shoved in his pockets and a bashful smile tugging at his lips. you blink at him for a second before realising he's not going to tell you, carefully lifting the lid to find a simple gold necklace with a q pendant laying inside.

"quinn..." you breathe out, staring at it in disbelief.

"you were so upset when you lost your old necklace so i wanted to get you a new-" he pauses, scanning your face when he realises you haven't looked at him yet. "you don't like it?"

your head snaps up and you give him a soft smile. "no, i love it, it's beautiful really, i just-" your eyes flicker back down to the diamond on the tail of the q. your mind is running through all the dinners and dresses and flowers and plane tickets he's bought you and every other time he's refused to let you even reach for your wallet. you gently put the box down on the kitchen counter and let out a small sigh.

"quinn you gotta stop buying me stuff."

he pouts for a second. "but i like spoiling you."

"yeah and i'm incredibly thankful but i don’t need any of this - it’s your money!"

"and you’re my girlfriend!!"

"quinn seriously."

“can’t spent it all on myself y’know…."

"I know but it makes me feel like... like I’m using you or something" you mumble.

quinn pauses, stepping closer to you and brushing the hair out of your face. "but that’s not what it is at all... just makes me feel like I’m making up for all the time I can’t be with you."

you start to protest, "that’s not-" but you're cut off when he buries his head against your shoulder and mumbles something into your skin. "just feel like a bad boyfriend sometimes."

you barely catch it but you do, and you can't help but completely melt into him, your fingers immediately going to run through his hair in comfort.

"q, you're the best boyfriend i could ever ask for," you reassure him, "i just want to be able to spoil you back sometimes."

his arms have snaked their way tightly around your waist and he pulls you into him even closer. "don’t have to. feel spoilt enough just getting to be with you."

you're rolling your eyes but you can't help the soft laugh that escapes you as he presses a kiss to your shoulder before pressing another against your lips. he reaches to grab the necklace when you hold out a palm against his chest.

"you know what you could spend your money on?" he quirks an eyebrow hearing the teasing back in your voice.

you're tugging at his lapel, "some new game day suits." you smirk, turning and moving your hair out of the way. "you know i lost my necklace months ago, so if you can remember that surely you can remember me pestering you to go to a tailor every other week."

it's quinn's turn to roll his eyes but he doesn't say anything to fight back, instead just clasping the necklace and turning you back around to face him. your hands are quick to find their place against his chest again.

"please?" you look up at him but he can't seem to take his eyes off how perfectly the pendant rests against your collarbones and you're hoping the sight is working some magic.

"yeah fine, okay," he mumbles, "next week."

you smile, finally satisfied, fingers toying with chain. "i think you're gonna be late if you don't leave now,” you whisper.

he chuckles, eyes finally finding yours. "wear my jersey to the game?"

"what, the necklace not enough for you?" you're both laughing as you try to push him towards the door but his hands stay firmly on your waist, refusing to make it easy for you.

"good luck kiss before i go?"

you smile, pulling on his tie to cup his face in your hands before dropping a kiss on his mole, his nose and then meeting his lips. you let him kiss you a second and a third time but push him away when he leans in for another.

"don’t blame me if you're late!"

when he's finally gone, you head into your room to get ready - and without even realising you find yourself looking for his jersey in the process.

#this is self indulgent and idc bc I just want him to get some new suits I’m on my knees begging #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #📝

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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year ago

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Plastic hearts - (7)

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Had some extra time, wrote the next chapter haha. Ken is a golden retriever lover boy ✨

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“It's simple. Go through the ‘tunnel of dreams’. It will take you to where she had gone last.”, Weird Barbie stopped as she dug through her trunk of gizmos and gadgets.

“Then?”, he asked sure that was only the first step.

“Then you improvise.”, she spoke as she brought him a few elements that looked like they were put together by herself.

She strapped a watch around his hand, it’s dial displaying a meter that was scribbled in with sketch pens.

“The Doomsday meter. It will help you with knowing how much time you have left since time behaves differently out there.”, she rushed around him as she spoke out instructions and what to look out for but he couldn’t help but wonder how any of this was going to pan out.

He worried for your safety. He was overthinking, cooking up the most terrifying scenarios of what you could have been facing.

What if you were put in jail like he was?

Or roamed the streets without a home?

This was new. He had never worried about Stereotypical Barbie before, but when he thought of you. His hands yearned to hold you close.

Possibly this was because of the level of respect he had for you and your friendship. He can’t be falling in love again so soon. Can he?

He never felt this stressed and calm at the same time when he was in love before. It was thrilling, exhausting and chaotic.

He brought his attention back to the problem at hand. He had to bring you home. Barbie land was on the verge of collapse.

Weird Barbie ran back to him with a shiny little trinket in her hand. A chain with a small crystal heart pendant. It looked ancient and different. It wasn’t a part of this world.

“Thank Mattel, I found this. They discontinued it long ago but it was around the same time Diamond Castle was released. This is a variant of that necklace.”, she held it as though it was sacred.

“What’s so special about it?”, he asked inspecting it closer.

“This is as close as you can get to a magical compass.”, she raised her eyebrows to then carefully place it in the middle of his palm.

“How well do you know her?”, she asked him with her fingers crossed.

“Well enough.”, he mumbled.

He knew you but he couldn’t remember any of it. He had known you in fragments but now it was replaced with an overwhelming need to just see you again. To want to tell you that he missed you.

“Perfect.”, she jumped, her eyes now borderline crazy with hope.

“Now close your fingers and think of one remarkable attribute she possessed that could never change with time or place.”, she rubbed her hands together, her eyes now focused on the trinket hidden in his hand.

He closed his fingers and thought of the one thing he knew best that could never ever change. The one thing that reminded him he was loved and cared for. The one thing that possessed the entirety of your love he didn’t have a chance to value.

So he thought about it. So much so that he could feel his body crave it. It struck him then, that all he wanted now was a second chance. To do things right. To apologize to you and have you back.

To have you back as his … friend?

Yes.

No.

Maybe there was more to this.

But his palm began to grow warm and from within the cracks of his fingers golden light shined through.

Weird Barbie gasped and then clasped her hands over her mouth, “You did it.”, she mumbled in awe.

Relief washed over him, and so did hope, because now he was one step closer.

“Every time it senses her presence, it will glow. The stronger it does, the closer she is.”, she imparted another rule before she looked up at him with curiosity.

“What exactly did you think of?”, she asked.

“She makes the best sea salt caramel cookies.”, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Interesting.”, she clicked her tongue before she moved away.

What it was that she had observed from his demeanor, he wasn’t sure.

He woke up to the sound of his alarm. His heartbeat a bit faster than usual as he had the worst dream, one of those nightmares again. Where Barbie land is destroyed and everyone thinks he was the cause of it, again.

He got up, to place his head in his hands to take a few deep breaths. It had been longer than he had expected, he was certain to return in a weeks time but New York was an ocean with small delis to fancy restaurants that it was nearly impossible to go to every single one. To track you down with the little he knew. It was as good as fantasy. He would dine alone, with that rock in his hand that never actually glowed the moment he set foot here.

It was beginning to drive him insane. One, to be nowhere near finding you. Two, to see everyone be hurt by the very ideal he had long ago be enthralled. It was everywhere and it stunned him how a large part of the population was actually ok with this. So the job he had now felt much more inspiring.

If this was how Barbie felt, then he wouldn’t stop doing what he did too. He knew a little bit about the job process and what he needed from his last visit. He was passing by a school during recess and was entranced by the sound of their laughs. He had never been a kid before, he had always existed like this. But it touched him, that his existence was never for Barbie’s sake but for them, for their joy and as he shuffled his feet, he heard the sound of paper crackle beneath his feet.

It was a opening for someone who would be willing to help out in the library and also in doing a story reading session a few times during school hours for the kindergarten students.

He was sure he would be a great fit, plus he needed money.

And now as he fixed his tie in place and slicked back his hair that was a lot less paler than what it had been in Barbie land. No matter the worry, he always had a spring in his step. His eyes flit to the doomsday meter, the needle hovered over the green area when he first arrived, now it was crossing over into the orange section.

He downed his glass of orange juice, the tart flavor waking him up, reminding him that today could be the day. It was the day when the school held its parent-teacher meeting for this semester and given the need to maintain an image to get sponsors, a new caterer was set to be hosting the event. So he felt like he had an even more important reason to go.

He took the train along with the morning rush as he held his bag to his chest remembering the one time he was naïve enough to give away his wallet to a thief disguised as a homeless man, he had been homeless once too. As he walked down the street, he made sure he didn’t walk near the edge because on a rainy morning, a car drove past him to drench him in roadside puddle water, causing his shoes that he meticulously polished to lose their shine and also ruined the way he had set his hair.

He was fiercely afraid of rats, so this city had it out for him. Unlike Los Angeles, it snowed here, the people were ruthless and often times he felt like the sun in the darkness of space. No one could light up his world, atleast not like you did.

But as he approached his the entrance, he had a feeling envelope him. It was the sound of his students greeting him, but it was more than that, almost as if his soul could reach out to its other half. He wore the crystal around his neck, afraid that he was going to lose it but now it felt warm.

He grew conscious of its meaning, that his hand snapped to his chest, scared that everyone could see it’s glow but as he looked around, the children couldn’t see it. Only he could, it’s light grew brighter as it spread a zing of warmth through his skin but his eyes moved away from the happy faces to a woman who was observing him.

Her eyes wide as realization dawned on her face but it was in that moment Ken knew that the world could freeze. That even here, magic still had some effect, because even before the pendant could tell him, he knew.

He knew he would find his way to you.

He knew that as he spent everyday over the past few years trying to find you and the more clearer he began to understand his emotions. He had come to understand that all this while, what he had thought was just a friendship was actually a foundation for something more deeper. For something he had wished for his whole life.

He was in love again. And so as he called for you, hoping this wasn’t a dream, the name that was special to him as he whispered it in his sleep.

He could tell anything you had felt for him long ago was not present anymore because in your gaze he saw a mix of shock and pain. You began to turn away from him and he didn't want to waste another second but in the heat of the moment, he watched as you fainted and all he did was drop his bags to run to you.

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year ago

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 16)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content

Part 15

The first thing Scorpius notices is the sound of birds chirping. He is outside. Outside and someone is talking. Slowly he forces his eyes to open, blinking up at the sun.

“Scorpius!” That voice.

“Albus!” Albus is back, he’s here and hugging him.

“Thank god.” Rose. She’s there too. The three of them embracing, on the side of the train tracks, exactly where they left. It worked! It worked.

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“We can try scrying for them,” Rosanna suggests, “I know it’s a gray area, but it’s not actually dark magic.”

They’re desperate, they’ll try anything.

“Go for it.” Harry nods, summoning a map.

“I’ll do it.” Draco says, with a hand to his wife’s back. Dark arts, or morally gray arts, is his department.

Rosanna shakes her head, “we’ll do it together, it’ll be more powerful. Blood of our blood, not just mine or yours.”

She’s right.

“Fine,” Draco nods. Producing his wand, “we seem to be doing a lot of blood magic, these days, you and I.” He uses the tip to slice across her palm and his.

“Don’t tell the minister,” Rosanna smirks over at Hermione, “or we’re never beating the allegations.”

“I was saving this for the next time you were miffed at me,” Draco says, tugging a perfectly wrapped parcel from his pocket, “but I’m hoping, since Scorpius helped pick it out, it might help to locate his magic.” Draco flicks his wand and the wrapping disappears.

“It’s beautiful,” Rosanna says. Taking the chain and holding it over the map as she waits for Draco’s hand to join hers. A star, set with a tapestry of diamonds, a constellation. “Thank you.”

“I aim to please.” Draco curls his fingers around hers, allowing their blood to mingle, spotting the map.

The room is silent after that, to concentrate.

Scorpius.

Where are you, Scorpius?

The tip of the pendant lands…smack on top of their current location.

“It didn’t work,” Ron says, peeking over his wife’s shoulder, all huddled around the desk.

Draco moves away, taking out his handkerchief and coming around the table to press it under Rosanna’s nose.

“What?” Her brows furrow.

“You’re bleeding,” Draco explains, “you can’t push like that.” Her magic is different now, especially in such close proximity to his.

“That’s why it didn’t work?” Ginny asks. Is there still hope of finding the children this way?

“I think…we’re too-“ Draco struggles to word it. “If we scry together, our magic will assume we’re trying to find each other.”

“You try without me.” Rosanna suggests, taking the fabric from him and holding it herself.

Draco presses his lips to her temple, before stepping away. He’s got the necklace, attempting to clear his mind again-

The door swings open.

A blonde, a brunette and a redhead.

“Mum!” Scorpius charges in. “Dad!”

Draco is frozen, solid, in shock, after all this time the three of them come waltzing in the door?

Rosanna stumbles forward, desperate to reach her son, as the room erupts into joyful chaos.

Scorpius catapults himself into her arms.

“My baby.” She’s hugging him back, smoothing down his hair.

His mum, with a kind word and gentle hands, his mum who loves him so much that the sight of him moves her to tears.

“Don’t cry, I’m here. You never have to be sad again, I fixed it. I fixed everything for you. I fixed it for dad. We’ll all be safe now, all of us together, please don’t cry. I love you, don’t cry.”

“What do you mean?” Rosanna pulls back, enough to see his face.

“I have the memories, to prove dad’s sacrifice turned the tide of the war. I have those memories, I can extract them…or you can and put them in a penesive for the wizengamont to see.” Scorpius explains, as a second set of arms envelope him.

“Never do anything like that again.” Draco breathes, resting his chin atop of his son’s head.

“I promise.” Scorpius gives his word.

“My boy; six pounds, seven ounces, twenty inches long-” Dixie always measured them in pounds and inches…

“Dad,” Scorpius leans into him. His father who worried about being a good father, his father who adored him, since before he was born. “I understand that you’re upset with me, but I’d do it again. You’re one of the best people I know. It’s not fair, the things people say about you. You don’t deserve it. You’re a hero.” Scorpius shifts slightly, finding his father’s eyes. “You’re my hero.”

“But how did you get those memories?” Rosanna asks, as Draco continues staring at his son.

“Delphi gave me a time turner.”

“My Delphi?” Rosanna breathes.

“She wanted to go herself but she couldn’t, because the ministry was on lockdown after the files got stolen.”

“And what makes you think that wasn’t her too?” Draco bites out.

“Draco, if she wanted to out us, there’s a hundred different ways for her to do it. I don’t think she did this.” Rosanna meets his eyes.

“Then who?” Draco demands.

“I say we put our focus there, figure out who infiltrated the ministry.”

“There is one more thing about Delphi.” Scorpius scratches the back of his neck.

“What?”

“It’s true that her parents are dead. Her parents were Voldemort and Bellatrix. I can show you, one of the places I went, Voldemort had Leo and you had Delphi. No one would talk about it. Like you knew but couldn’t acknowledge it.”

“What happened to Leo?” Rosanna wonders.

“I don’t…” Maybe it’s best that he doesn’t know. “They said she was troubled, that’s all I know.”

Draco swallows, harshly.

“Rabastan insists that Voldemort did father a child, he was under the impression that it was Leo, because,” Rosanna breaks off. “He said Voldemort hid the child in plain sight, in the manor. But it wasn’t me, it was Bellatrix.”

“Voldemort believed Leo was the one who would bring his victory, perhaps he never intended for us to keep her. Biological we had to be her parents, in order to fulfill the prophecy.” Draco’s eyes flit about the room, searching for some unforeseen threat. “Maybe his plan was always to trade a child for a child.”

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Delphi turns herself in quietly, to Rosanna, the next day. Pleading for forgiveness, “I’m so sorry, Rosanna-”

“How could you do this?” Rosanna closes the door behind her.

“I saw how you were after Draco was charged and I panicked. You didn’t deserve to go through it again.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Delphi.”

“Of course I do.” The younger woman scoffs. “You took me in when I had no one. You were patient and you taught me, you believed in me. I only ever wanted to help you.”

Rosanna draws in a deep breath. “Will you show me?”

“Yes.” Delphi nods, “anything.”

Anything comes in the memories of a little girl, growing up in an orphanage. A child who has no one. But as she grows, she becomes sure of herself. She knows that she wants to do good in the world. And so she does.

She’s different from other children, she can do things they can’t, and when she is old enough, she sets off to find out why that is. Delphi is seventeen when she leaves the orphanage with nothing, not a penny to her name.

She finds refuge on a strange bus that appears out of nowhere and can stretch and shrink to fit between cars. She rides for days on end, because she is going nowhere, she has nowhere to go.

The more she learns about the wizarding world, the more she finds herself. Working odd jobs for a few years, learning everything she can about magic, before deciding setting her sights on an open position at the wizengamont.

She starts at the bottom, pushing papers, delivering mail, so on and so forth until she finds a job she likes. Working for renowned legillimen, Rosanna Malfoy.

When a man named Rabastan Lestrange begins writing her from Azkaban, claiming to her uncle, Delphi isn’t sure what to think. He tells her about Voldemort and Bellatrix, how she is their child and how they were murdered. How angry she should be at Harry Potter and his lot for their downfall.

He wants her to help him and when she declines, Rabastan tells her that she will regret it. There’s no one to turn to, no one she can tell. Because how can she tell Rosanna that she is Voldemort’s daughter? She can’t and so she doesn’t, instead she doubles down watching over the ministry, trying to keep everyone safe.

When news breaks that a boatload of sealed case documents have been leaked, Delphi is in shambles. She tries to hide it, to maintain that nothing is wrong. Delphi can fix it with a time turner.

Only now, the ministry is on lockdown, she can’t do it herself. She decides that one of Rosanna’s children, who are still attending Hogwarts, is the best bet. And when the crowd at King’s Cross Station separates Scorpius from his parents, she knows it has to be him.

She never wanted to hurt him, she even charmed the time turner to bring him back to present day, in twenty minute intervals, just incase he wound up in trouble.

She’s sorry. She’s sorry, she’s so sorry.

Rosanna breaks away from Delphi’s mind, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I was so worried about Scorpius. Finding out that you were the one who put him in danger… you hurt me, Delphi.

I confided in you about so many things during your internship and you were there for me when I needed a sounding board or just someone to talk to.

I don’t know if we can ever get back to that, but I want you to know I’m not abandoning you. I just wish you’d told me sooner.”

“Me too.” Delphi says, resting her cheek against the back of Rosanna’s hand.

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The rest of the week is spent extracting Scorpius’ memories, acquired with the time turner. It doesn’t hurt. His mother makes sure it never hurts, even if that slows the process.

Draco spends days going in circles with Rabastan.

Who stole the files from the ministry?

You knew Rosanna didn’t carry Voldemort’s child, why are you so interested in her?

Harry is there, observing his partner, recording the results. Eventually they leave, with more questions than answers.

Draco has long retreated to his office by the time Rosanna comes looking for them.

“You should go to him.” Harry tells her, quill scribbling, wildly.

“I can help with the report first,” she offers.

“I’ll handle the paperwork.”

“Are you sure?”

Harry sighs, scrubbing a hand over his forehead. “I don’t pretend to understand exactly what goes on between the two of you, but you’re all he wants in the world. You should go to him.”

So she does, finding her husband staring out the back window of his office.

“Draco?”

“Sweetheart,” he drawls, holding his stance.

“Is there anything I can do?”

His hands curl into fists at his sides, “I would advise you leave this room until I collect myself.”

“Did I do something?”

“Lestrange’s head is full of you. He’s quite…taken.”

“Oh.”

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” Rosanna assures him.

“Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to pour all that you are into something, make it well and truly yours, then everyone wants to take it from you?”

“Actually, yes, I do.” Everyone is always trying to take him away from her.

Draco turns to face her, pupils blown wide.

Rosanna closes the space between them, cupping his cheek. “The only thing to do is quit our jobs and hole up in the manor.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

She lifts a shoulder, flicking open the top buttons of her dress shirt. “Would you settle for fucking me on your desk?”

Draco chortles. “You are a menace.”

“My husband tells me all the time.” Rosanna teases, perching herself on the edge of the desk.

“And what else does your husband tell you?” Draco follows, loosening his tie and slipping it off.

“He tells me that I have the terrible morning breath, then kisses me anyway.”

Draco’s lips find hers, cradling her head as he lies her back on the desktop, flinging parchment and ink to the floor without care.

“He tells me that I’ll be the death of him.” Rosanna murmurs, against his mouth, “he tells me I have the prettiest cunt in the world.”

“Your cunt is a masterpiece.” Draco stands behind that statement. “You are a masterpiece.”

She smiles, “and you are insufferable, Malfoy.”

“Draco,” he chides her, charming off the remainder of her clothes. To her, he wants to be Draco.

“You are insufferable, Draco.” Rosanna nuzzles her nose against his.

His lips trail over her cheeks, past her jaw, down her throat and collarbones. Open mouthed kisses against the swell of her breasts before finally closing his mouth around her right nipple, rolling it to a taut peak with his tongue.

Her hands busy themselves in his hair, holding him to her.

His teeth graze her pebbled flesh and she arches up toward him. “Fuck,” she whines.

After a moment, he moves to the other breast, plucking at the abandoned nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “You’re mine,” he croons.

“Uh huh.” Rosanna nods.

Draco huffs a laugh, she’s rather agreeable in this state. He could say anything and she wouldn’t object.

Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. With a snap of her fingers, he’s disrobed, cock resting between them. “More.”

“I’ve spoiled you absolutely rotten, haven’t I?”

“Yes,” Rosanna hums.

“That’s what I wanted, you know? From the moment I saw you, I wanted to take you apart, put you back together. Steal you away and keep you safe, so safe. I wanted to take care of you forever.” Draco confesses, tracing freckles over the bridge of her nose.

She catches his hand, kissing at his fingers, his palm, down to his wrist. “I want to take care of you too, Draco. I want you to let me. If you’re having a shitty day, come to me. Let me comfort you.”

His eyes search hers. “You do take care of me, Rosanna. In more ways than you’ll ever know.” He’s inside her then, drawing his torso away for leverage. Shifting one of her legs up to his shoulder and fucking her deep, the tip of him meeting her cervix.

She gasps, lacing their fingers together. “I want to make you happy.”

“You do,” he turns to nuzzle against her calf and pepper soft kisses there. “There is nothing I enjoy more than you.” Draco grips the front of her thigh, driving into her faster.

Rosanna’s breath leaves her in staccato puffs, little whimpers that only spur him on.

“Once I had my bearings I would’ve come to you. I always come to you, don’t I?”

“Yes, but,” she breaks off in a sob as he adjusts the angle.

“Just there?” He bullies that spot inside her.

“You can come to me without your- fuck-bearings.”

Draco grins down at her. “You like me rough around the edges? Moody? Gets you off?”

“Yes.” Rosanna pants out, “I like it when you let me see all of you, not just the parts you like. I love all of you, every bit of you.”

“Fuck,” Draco feels himself swell, he’s close. Prettiest girl with the prettiest lips and the prettiest words just for him, as he drowns his sorrows in her pretty little cunt. So sweet around him, clenching tight. His fingers find her clit, rubbing hard, making her eyes roll back in her head.

“Draco.”

“Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

“I want to cum.”

He lets her, hot and hard, all over his cock, until there are tears spilling from the corners of her pretty brown eyes.

Draco huffs out a low groan as his release rushes over him.

Rosanna’s mouth is curved into a content smile by the time Draco lowers her leg and collapses on top of her. His hair is still held in a low ponytail, though slightly disheveled. She removes the elastic, smoothing it out with her fingers.

“Must we always with the hair, darling?” Draco murmurs, against the crook of her neck.

“Yes,” Rosanna informs him, “we must.”

Draco bites back a grin. “You are insufferable, Malfoy.”

Part 17

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hardlypartying · 1 month ago

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I’m going to need to revisit the conversation saying that krcg is the golden child, bc now we have a release day for all of the last chapters??

Ma’am, what about silver spoons. We are a cult, and we need answers. We need silver spoons to breathe.

By any chance are we getting a release day for poor emo child silver spoons 😭

And while I love krcg, silver spoons is a cult, and it has its own fandom inside of Riara.

Anyway, *goes hide in the corner*

(I’m joking. I know real life is hard and you can not just write and write. FF is a hobby. And I’m really greatful you’re sharing your stories as it is) 💘

Trust me that conversation is always on my mind, I'll never forget you calling me Ward 🙄 let the punishment fit the crime 😌

Silver Spoons is coming sooner than you think— I need to rejig some of the conversations because I’m not sure what I want to reveal when and by whom. KRCG is easier to write in that regard, silver spoons is such a labor of love and a game of chess haha, and I’m so happy you’re sending me messages and support for that!! Silver Spoons is the hardest thing I've ever written and I'm beyond proud of it but I often need some time to make sure I’m putting the utmost care and thought into it to ensure it hits as hard for you as it does in my mind lol. I could talk about this story forever but it would be such a boreeee, so I just yap away to myself as I move around plot points and have epiphanies that tie up loose ends I tell myself "I'll let to later". Overall, it's chaos in my mind and I really don't have a barometer of how my work translates to people so having you love it this much is such an unbelievable feeling and I'm so so so grateful <3 <3

I’m giggling at you calling silver spoons a cult, with great power comes great responsibility— trust me that this chapter is going to be a treat for y’all fiending for a chapter but I guesssss I can be nice today and throw you a bone ;)

Here’s a sneak peek:

“Here,” Rafe says, only a breath louder than the voices coming through the speakers. He hands her a small leather box, bigger than her palm but not by much. “You pull some shit like you did in Singapore again and—” She opens it to reveal a delicate necklace. She holds it between her fingers, a thin gold chain with a small circular hollowed-out pendant in the middle. “It’s your funeral.” Rafe finishes as Kiara inspects the necklace, even in the deepening night she can still see the glint of the stones on the pendant. “A necklace?” “A tracker.” His fingers reach for the pendant and run across the little diamonds encrusted on it, “Asked Atlas to make it before everything. In hindsight, I realize I made the right call.” “You want to track me.” Kiara states dryly. As if her freedom hadn’t been violated enough by Rafe. “You got lucky last time,” Rafe continues to admire the necklace, finally pulling back and looking at her. “I can’t say it’ll be the same next time.” Kiara grits her teeth, “I’m not going to run.” He doesn’t believe her and just shrugs, “That’s your prerogative. Wear the necklace or don’t, I’m not gonna force you.”

Chapter 11 will be out on Tuesday the 22nd but you have to promise me to savor it because I have not written a lick of Chapter 12 yet! But I think you'll have enough to sink your teeth whilst I write Chapter 12 :)

#asks #silver spoons #you're gonna be screaaaaming at this next chapter hehehehhe #lil emo child will get their moment #beliebe that

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year ago

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Hello! It's Winter!!

Her First Gift

He had been secretly saving money, putting every dollar he didn’t desperately need in a wooden box under his bed. Every month, he’d pull out the box and count how much he had saved.

Smiling brightly, he was proud of himself for reaching 1,000 euros - even if it took over four months to do it.

He had big, big plans for this money, granting him the opportunity to finally buy his girlfriend a proper piece of jewelry, even though it still wasn’t what she deserved. One day, he promised himself, when he earned a substantially larger income, he’d make sure she was sparkling in real diamonds.

Emmanuel fiddled around his apartment, dusting the same coffee table for the twentieth time and obsessively cleaning the bathroom mirror, just to stay busy until his girlfriend arrived. He only stopped when he heard a gentle knock on his door, followed closely by the sound of the hardwood floor creaking. Brigitte’s sweet, bubbly voice filled his apartment and he ran into her arms, discarding the dirty rag across the room.

The two of them stayed wrapped in each other’s embrace for several minutes just kissing, smelling and enjoying each other’s presence.

Planting a final kiss on her forehead, he reluctantly took a step back. “Come to the kitchen! I have a surprise for you!” He excitedly led the way, dragging her along as her high-heeled boots clicked loudly across the floor. “Hurry!”

She laughed at his child-like tone, “Emmanuel, I really don’t care for your cooking, so whatever you made….”

“No, chérie. I didn’t cook anything for dinner. I’m taking you out tonight after I give you your surprise.” He covered her eyes with his hand. “Stick out your arms.”

Once she obeyed, he gently placed the box into her palms. “Now open!!”

Brigitte rubbed her thumbs against the red velvet box. “What is this?”

“Open it and see!” He directed.

Her breath caught in her throat at the beautiful gold chain laying perfectly across the box’s white silk lining. The chain was accompanied by a small diamond pendant dangling in the center.

“This must have cost you a fortune,” she whispered, barely audible for him to hear, as she eyed the exquisite piece of jewelry. “I can’t accept it.”

“Don’t worry about the price. You deserve the world, Brigitte. And one day, I’ll give it to you.” He confessed before fastening the necklace around her neck. He placed a gentle kiss on the clear diamond. “Every time you wear this, I want you to think of me. I’m sorry it’s not a lot but ….”

Touching the chain gently, she declared, “I’m never taking it off. Thank you, Emmanuel. It’s absolutely perfect.”

“Now, let’s celebrate. I’m taking you to this cute little Italian restaurant that just opened up three blocks away.” He reached for her hand, but she didn’t take it.

“Can we stay in tonight? I want to thank you for this unexpected surprise properly.”

“You must be starving! What about dinner?” He questioned. “I bet you haven’t eaten all day!”

Her blue eyes met his and she grinned, “I’m hungry for something …. but it’s not food.”

Hello Winter! ❤️

Oh the sweet potato saving money to buy his girl a nice gift 🥰 and wanting to give her the world hahaha bless him!

Cuteness with a little special touch at the end… 😏 Brigitte wanted to go straight to the dessert 😏

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #winter

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miasmaghoul · 2 years ago

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abelia and palm tree ♥♥

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

A couple! One is a necklace - technically a ring on a chain - that belonged to my best friend. I've had it for almost 20 years. Another is a necklace that belonged to my great grandmother. She had the itty bitty diamond from her engagement ring set into a pendant when her arthritis got too bad and she couldn't wear rings anymore. I don't really wear jewelry, but those pieces will stay with me always.

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty was one of my first childhood crushes, which I think says a lot about me. She could turn into a dragon! That's fuckin rad!

Technically I think Jareth from The Labyrinth was considered the villain of that movie, and HOO BOY do I like him.

Also Alex Krycek from The X-Files, Spike from Buffy, Handsome Jack from Borderlands 2, and like half of the members of Organization 13 from the Kingdom Hearts series.

#miasma says #ask games

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o0-iris-0o · 3 days ago

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Luminous | Xiao x [F] Reader

Description: After months of isolation and endless work, your friend insists on taking you out for a night of music and escape. But a stranger at the bar has an offer that might take your life in an unexpected direction.

Warnings: Dark Themes | NSFW | 18+

Chapter: 15/29

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Chapter 15

My weight unexpectedly dips to my right, causing my body to tense at the sudden motion. I brace myself but fall comfortably into a warm pair of arms. My eyelids then part, my heavy gaze meeting another set of golden eyes glistening under the pale moonlight. They hold a hint of concern as they study my expression before a gentle tone dispels the silence: “You alright?”

With an arm wrapped around my back, Xiao nudges me closer to him. My hand settles atop his chest as I rest on my side, submerged into a cozy spot by his side. I give him a tired nod, careful not to disturb my wavering perception, and he reciprocates with a nod, pulling me as close as possible with a gentle squeeze. His attention then turns upward, and I follow suit, back to the expanse of flickering stars scattered across the dark sky above. I nearly forgot we were stargazing; It's been so long since the night sky was this clear.

My attention remains fixed on the glimmering specks. The longer I stare, the more stars reveal themselves. Our observing comes to a quick stop, though, when I feel Xiao loosen his grip, shifting away from me to sit upright. Reaching out his hands, he helps me up as well. Sitting back against my hip, I’m brought back to the surrounding rooftop of the inn as Xiao speaks in a quiet voice, “I have something for you.”

Looking down, he reaches into his sweater pocket, pulling out a small velvety drawstring bag. He stares at it for a moment before pulling the string open and carefully reeling out a thin silver chain pinched between two fingers. At the end hangs a glistening diamond-shaped pendant.

He rests the pendant in my palm, and I notice the small gemstone at the center of the diamond. At first glance, it’s simply a black stone, but when I tilt it under the moonlight, an iridescent rainbow sheen shifts across the surface.

“Here, let me help you,” he says, leaning in. He slips the necklace around my neck, clasping the chain together with a small click in my ear. He only moves back slightly, then continues, “Promise me that you’ll never take this off. No matter what…”

His half-lidded eyes stare into mine, waiting for my answer, and I nod carefully, saying softly, “I promise, I won’t.”

He offers me a small nod in return, his cold fingers delicately grazing my cheek as he inches closer, pressing a gentle kiss against my mouth before pulling me into his arms once again.

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