#Locke-X-Terra

[gummy-sharks666]

The ONLY thing that I like about Celes/Locke is the girlboss/malewife dynamic they have going on but Celes/Terra just makes so much more sense in literally every way

[final-fantasy-fanatic]

My ships

[miaeons]

i have this theory that locke plays celes so hard hes a scam artist n guess what so is she lmaoooo n he knows that n he watches her lie n play parts... he really loves terra n knos she cant reciprocate n knos shes meant for greater things.... celes is a tool she can be used to get into the empire so him stringing her along makes sense n she even goes along with it (he believes this is real while acknowledging she is an actor/liar which is his mistake lmao) n she has lots to gain by playing him and the returners for the empire (obviously as time goes on she realizes how awful that is but).... UNTIL that one scene in albrook where they basically realize theyve been playing each other n they r the only ones that know whats up n i think in that moment truly, they deserve each other. n thats why i regretfully do ship it 😑

[tiphares]

w @moonsjde as locke 💐 these r from halloween 2022....

[kahran042]

How about Setzer or the Figaro twins?

Locke Cole & Celes Chere to go with my Terra Branford piece 💕💕💕 What Final Fantasy portrait should I do next?? 👀✨✨✨

[deathberi]

FINAL FANTASY VII EVER CRISIS: FINAL FANTASY VI CROSSOVER ↳ Aerith x Tina/Terra • Cloud x Locke • Sephiroth x Edgar • Tifa x Mash/Sabin

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Billy x thief reader 👀 she tries to pick pocket billy without knowing his reputation which only leads to a flirty confrontation. Love your writing smm 💕

Takes two to tango || Billy the Kid x reader

A/n: i love this request, keep them coming!!!!! and thank you anon <333

Warnings: none?

Wc: 673

Billy the Kid masterlist

Divider by @pommecita

Santa Fe's sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden hues over the terra cote streets. You, adorned in a vibrant red dress that swayed with each sway of your hip, glided through the lively crowd. Your h/c hair framed an innocent smile that could charm even the sternest of faces, a charming and strikingly beautiful young woman whose smile hid secrets, a façade concealing the nimble fingers of a pickpocket.

The people of Santa Fe were oblivious to the danger that walked among them. No one suspected a pretty lady like yourself with a twinkle in your eyes, adorned in jewelry, to be a master of the unsavory art, pickpocketing.

Your charm, your grace that rivaled even the most high status ladies in society was your greatest weapon. Your targets were carefully chosen, and you would distract them with a captivating smile, witty banter, flirtatious charm, and the subtle dance of your nimble fingers.

One fateful day, the town buzzed, a cloud of dust announced the arrival of a lone cowboy. He had an air of mystery about him that drew your attention, a charm that rivaled your own. His rugged features were hidden beneath the brim of his worn hat, his piercing blue eyes surveyed the vibrant scene, taking in the sights and sounds of Santa Fe with a cool confidence.

Unable to resist the lure of a new challenge, you sauntered over to him with a coy smile, your hips swaying subtly with each step. "Well, hello there, stranger. Santa Fe welcomes you," you greeted him, your voice as sweet as honey.

Billy, drawn in by your beauty and charisma, reciprocated with a smile that revealed his dimples, tipping his hat. "Thank you, ma'am. Quite a lively place you got 'ere," his gaze locks on you. "Santa Fe is quite something, I agree." You softly chuckle, your eyes scanning him.

"What brings you here," You tilt your head, letting charm take center change. One corner of his lip tips up, his eyes drifting to the side for a fleeting moment as you inch closer to him.

You engage in conversation as Billy responds with equal enthusiasm. As you spoke, your fingers moved with practiced precision, exploring the edges of his pockets. The marketplace provided the perfect cover, its chaotic ambiance camouflaging your subtle movements.

You reveled in the thrill of the heist, confident that your charm would keep him blissfully unaware. Billy, though new to Santa Fe, was no stranger to the art of survival. His instincts kicked in as he felt the subtle graze of your fingers, and with a swift motion, grabbed your delicate wrist with a slight smirk.

Surprise flashed across your features, but you quickly composed yourself, turning the encounter into a playful interaction. "Well now, what do we have 'ere?" Billy's voice was low and velvety as he spoke. "A charming lady with a mischievous side."

You chuckled, feigning innocence. "Oh, you caught me. I must admit, you're quite perceptive, cowboy. Maybe I just couldn't resist the allure of a handsome cowboy like yourself," Billy's gaze lingered on you, a spark of amusement in his eyes.

Billy chuckled, releasing your wrist. "Well, darlin' you've got nerve I'll give you that, most folks 'round here just tip their hats and move on," You tilt your head coyly to the side at his words.

"I'm not like most folks, and you're not like most cowboys," you arch and eyebrow at him. "Tell me, darlin', what would drive a lady like you to such daring efforts?"

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you responded, "Survival, perhaps," You shrug, Billy's laugh resonated through the air, a deep and hearty sound.

"Well, you've certainly made my day more interesting, ma'am. But I reckon you should find a more honest way to make a living," A challenge flickered between you and the handsome outlaw, an unspoken understanding that there was more to both of you than met the eye.

"They say there are two paths that a women can take; marry, or whore yourself," You began, looking around before you fold your arms. "Tried whoring," Billy's lips part, "but that only made me realise my self-worth more," Your eyes fall down onto the grown at your feet where you kick a rock.

"Oh I know you're worth more than that, sweetheart." Billy steps closer to you, taking your chin in between his fingers which catches you off guard. The air crackled with a tension that transcended mere flirtation. The dance between pickpocket and cowboy had just begun.

"Seems you've got a talent for lightening a man's pockets," Billy remarked, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as you mirror him. You raised an eyebrow, "it's just a little something I picked up along the way. Keeps life interesting, wouldn't you say?"

Billy leaned against a wooden post, his gaze never leaving yours. "Interesting is one way to put it," he swallows, his eyes watching a family walk past, "most folks call it risky business, though," you lock eyes with him once again.

"Oh, but where's the fun without a bit of risk?" you replied, a playful glint in your eyes. "Besides, I've got a knack for it." Billy chuckled, shaking his head, "Well, ma'am, you've certainly added a twist to my day. Never thought I'd meet a pickpocket so......" he trails off, his eyes swept over you, a heat evident in the way his eyes drank your details, from head to toe before wetting his lips, "charming."

You stepped closer, the little space between you filled with an electric energy. "And I never though I'd such a handsome cowboy with keen instincts. Caught me fair and square." Billy's gaze softened, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"So, what's a charming lady like you doing in a place like this? There's gotta be more to the story." You sighed, as if revealing a secret. "Life's not always as pretty as it seems. Sometimes, a girl's gotta do what she can to get by."

His expression grew more serious, a subtle understanding passing between you. "We've all go out ways of surviving in this world." He sharply inhales, his hands resting on his hips. "Would you like somethin' to drink, ma'am?" He questions you with a subtle smirk on his lips as you bite your lip lightly, "Though you'd never ask," Billy cracks a smile.

[letterful]

❝ “Columbia now nine times the speed of sound.” “Roger that, Dan, I’ve got a solid TACAN locked on, uh, TACAN twenty-three.” “The, uh, tracking data, map data and pre-planned trajectory are all one line on the block.”

These authentic samples of communication between NASA and astronaut Dan Brandenstein on the space shuttle Columbia place us in orbit around our planet. Kate has said of “Hello Earth,” “…this is the point where she’s so weak that she relives the experience of the storm that took her in the water, almost from a view looking down on the earth up in the heavens, watching the storm start to form - the storm that eventually took her and that has put her in this situation.” Our narrator is having another out-of-body experience but this time it’s not nearby, on terra firma, but literally out of this world, and it seems to be final. She is high up above our earth, looking down, and there is a shocking sense associated with that as so few human beings have ever left our world to look back on it. There is a disconnection from what is common, known. I am reminded of The Overview Effect, the very real psychological and cognitive shift experienced by astronauts and cosmonauts—anyone who has left the planet and gone a sufficient distance to look back and perceive our planet not as a familiar home, but as a tiny, fragile ball, barely protected by a thin membrane of atmosphere. This awed feeling is described as one of ultimate compassion and understanding of the imperative to preserve and safeguard the planet.

After the NASA samples, we join our narrator floating in space like the Star Child in “2001: A Space Odyssey,” of the earth, but no longer attached to it, in fact freed from it. The tether has been cut. She is detached from her life and its meaning: there is an innocent, bemused approach as she plays a little game. She is so far from home, she can hold up one hand and block the planet from her field of vision—the earth is a toy. And we shift place, time, and point of view (as Kate so often does in her music) to our narrator driving home in a car at night, looking up at the sky, her loved one asleep on the seat beside her (a sweet, gentle, highly cinematic image, and all the more moving when we understand where our narrator currently is and the loss ahead), when she sees something bright streak across the sky. As she watches it shoot through the stars, she sings, amazed, “Just look at it go!” And what is “it?” Shooting star? Satellite? Space shuttle? A “little light?” If all time is simultaneous, has she glimpsed her own soul shooting past the planet? It is her own little light, a mind-boggling and heartbreaking idea—the cry in her voice when she sings this line indicates that she understands the meaning of this object, and its finality.

At this point, something very unexpected happens. An ethereal, arresting male choir sing a passage based on a traditional Georgian folk song from the Kakhetian region called “Tsintskaro.” It is a shocking transition, one that makes us hold our breath so as not to disturb this sudden, delicate, transcendent moment. Kate on the men’s chorus: “They really are meant to symbolize the great sense of loss, of weakness, at reaching a point where you can accept, at last, that everything can change.”

Our narrator, in full Overview Effect at this point, watches storms form and move to threaten the lives she sees below. She cries out to them in vain, all of them, the sailors, life-savers, cruisers, fishermen, anyone on or near the sea, to protect themselves. We hear in this section a few of the Irish instruments, bringing in echoes of meaning from the previous song “Jig of Life.” Here I am reminded of the idea of the Asian goddess Kuan-Yin, or the Buddhist idea of a Bodhisattva, a human who has attained ultimate awareness (Buddhahood) but motivated by compassion, refuses to leave this plane of reality for the benefit of all sentient beings. Our narrator, moved by the end of her own life, is now able to perceive the ephemeral nature of all creation. Everyone can be exposed to danger, everyone can suffer, everyone can—and will—die. This truth is universal. But she is unable to prevent or stop this truth. No one can.

She then sings a passage that is full of several meanings. She says she was there at the birth, out of the cloudburst, the head of the tempest. This could be the storm that took her, or it could be, from her newly widened perspective of awareness, the start of life itself, the start of the universe. We were all there, we are all made of the matter from a singularity—we are all star dust. The murderer of calm is this physical reality itself. All that is born must die. Entropy exists. She understands this and cries out, “J’accuse.” Hence the ultimate compassion for this tiny little blue ball.

The piece ends with whale song, sounds of radar, and a very mysterious, arcane passage spoken in German which, when translated into English, means “Deeper, deeper, somewhere in the deep there is a light.” In German, the word “tief” can also mean “profound,” and I am reminded of the Latin phrase at the beginning of the Christian Psalm 130 “De profundis clamavi ad te:” “out of the depths I cry out to you.” In the depths of sorrow, in the endless well of suffering, there is a light. Compassion is the light. ❞

via: (x)

[denial-permanente]

Hi, which Vixscin Penis are you using? And which harness can you recommend? We tried a harness and vaux dick but it wasn't really satisfying for me. It had the wrong angle and his moves didn't feel natural for both of us. And another question: does any of your friends know about your lifestyle?

Hi. My husband wears a harness called the Terra Firma. It's really just small leather straps and some adjusting rings. It's nothing fancy but it seems pretty sturdy and I don't even know he's wearing it.

We used to have a Vixskin Tex. It's about an average size. We used it for years... we got it becit is really very close to my husband both in size and shape.

About 2 years ago when I really felt like I wanted to take him being locked to being permanent he suggested getting another one. We bought the Ranger X. It's a bit longer and definitely thicker. It made things a lot more intense for me. It was pretty expensive because it has an extra process or something when they make it... but it's so lifelike and it's worth it! But they have the regular version too.

And yes... your husband has to figure out how to position it so it rides low on his hips or else the angle is all wrong and feels weird. But just keep practicing and trying different positions. To me it feels totally natural now.

Also, we don't talk about our sex life with anyone else. Nobody else knows about this becits none of their business.

[the-stolen-century]

I absolutely adore the "Eda is Howl and Raine is Sophie" AU (and am sharing links to art and fics at the bottom of this post because they're all so good!). But may I suggest - that's what the story looks like from Raine's point of view. From Eda's point of view, it looks like this:

Update: here's the coloured version:

Reference, further thoughts and links to other fanworks under cut!

Just look at Raine Rizzpers. They're this handsome, dashing, incredibly powerful magician who wears a dangly earring and a glorious off-the-shoulder coat.

Imagine:

- Eda has to hide from coven scouts and Raine uses their magic to whisk her away. Of course where Sophie is initially terrified of walking in the sky Eda is immediately delighted and laughs instead of yelping. And Raine literally does the same "soldiers/scouts turn away and march away" magic in the BATTs intro as Howl does in the movie intro, right? Same magic! So Raine and Eda have a lovely time together (longer than Howl and Sophie, maybe even the whole day?) because they form an immediate  connection, just like in "Them's the breaks, kid".

- Then Eda gets cursed, which makes her age prematurely and run away from home. She finds an old house in the wilderness. Unlike in TOH canon, the house is inhabited not only by Hootcifer but also occasionally by Raine. (Or maybe the house is not the Owl House but the BATTs headquarters, and the 3 BATTs are the equivalent of Calcifer, Markl abd Heen?)

- either way Raine going on BATT missions, disguised as a bat, is the equivalent of Howl going to war in bird form.

- unfortunately Raine doesn't seem to recognise her. She thinks it's because of her curse, but finds out that Raine's heart and memories seemingly have been locked away (Terra's potion).

- since Eda lost her magic to the curse, now Raine is the only magician in this relationship. But even without her magic Eda refuses to leave. She just kind of aggressively adopts Raine, citing old woman privilege, because of course she's immediately worried about the effects of the curse on the person she met that day and couldn't forget since.

- some kind of confrontation between Eda and Terra (madam Suleiman equivalent). Raine was going to go themself, unlike Howl, but Eda somehow preempted them and went instead of them, using an illusion to look like Raine, just like in canon! And then Terra sees through the illusion and everything falls apart but in the end they still find each other...🥺

*Slaps AU* This baby can fit SO MUCH mutual pining in it!

The reason why I love Raeda so much is that both of them are the Howl and the Sophie in this relationship.

Anyway here are the amazing other fanworks!

AND ALL OF THIS TAG ON INSTAGRAM!!

[astrodrawz]

This was inspired by @zephamello and their ship list!! Pls go support them!!

Well today I am going to show off my ship lists of incredibox AND I am a multishipper so I will be making different ship types and I am a oc x canon shipper so I will be showing that off so don’t come at me! Anyway enjoy!!!

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Orin ayo ships

Tab x Mack

Tab x Boris ( Boris belongs to @oculis-aspicientis-666 )

Mack x Alex

Stanlee x James

Lilac x Sarah

Andrew x Thomas

Stanlee x Connor

Cratz x Dougg

Ethan x Anthony (my orin ayo oc)

Express ships

Careen x Daziel

Locke x Careen

Daziel x Mcdee

Mcdee x Desby

Xrun/evadare ships

Sparrow x Rafe

Rafe x Captain

Infectat x teeth

Captain x Harper (Xrun oc)

Sparrow x Sticlafluer

Sticlafluer x Woodpecker

Morgan x Sparrow

Monochrome ships

Arron x Jeff

Terra x Observer

Terra x Jeff

That’s all of my ships I hope you enjoyed them!!

[thephoenixcave]

FF6 Art Masterpost (updated Dec 2024)

I'm Julia. I've been in the fandom a LONG time. Here's a selection of stuff I've done and made over the years, for your browsing pleasure.

Search the tag #the phoenix cave or #thephoenixcave to see art, comics, and merch all jumbled together.

Animations & Voice-over Mini Comics

Lizzo "Boys" FF6 30th Anniversary Tribute, completed (2024)

Lizzo "Boys" as individual gifs (2024)

Locke asks how you spell "Fenix" (2024)

Locke is Struttin' (2024)

Lizzo "Boys" WIP 8/23/24 // 8/18/24 // 7/28/24

Sabin Loves Banana Bread (2024)

Terra the Beautiful Gorgeous Angel (2024)

Setzer doing a hip thust dance WIP 7/24/24

Animation Practice: Terra turns her head (2024)

Happy Birthday Edgar and Sabin- Aug 16 (2023)

Terra's Daily Affirmation (2024)

Setzer's Daily Affirmation (2024)

Mini Comics

Edgar x Terra Mini Comics (Edotina)

"I Don't Like that Belt" (2024)

Sketch- little kisses (2024)

Edgar Wants Attention (2024)

Edgar Steals a Book- sequel to "attention" (2024)

Blue Ribbon - NSFW (2023)

A Coin Story Part 1 (2022)

A Coin Story Part 2 (2022)

Learning to Dance Long Version (2021)

Learning to Dance Short Version (2021)

The Road to Narshe Part 1 (2021)

The Road to Narshe Part 2 (2021)

Cheer Up Kisses (2021)

Movie Night (2021)

Walking Together (2021)

Ice Cream Part 1 redraw (2022) + Part 2 (2020)

Teamwork (Fighting the Dragon) Part 1 (2021)

Teamwork (Fighting the Dragon) Part 2 (2021)

Sleepytime in Purple (2021)

Terra Gets Drunk at Christmas (2020)

Not Edotina Mini Comics

Gerad Part 1 (2023)

Gerad Part 2 (2023)

Sabin Needs a Towel Part 1 (2023)

Sabin Needs a Towel Part 2 (2023)

Opera- Locke and Celes Swap Places Part 1 (2022)

Opera- Locke and Celes Swap Places Part 2 (2022)

Opera- Locke and Celes Swap Places Part 3 (2022)

Opera- "Oh Noo You've GOT Meee" (2022)

Relm's I'm With Stupid Shirt Part 1 (2022)

Relm's I'm With Stupid Shirt Part 2 (2022)

Character shirts - Casual Day at Kefka's Tower (2022)

Sexy Jail (2022)

Relm and Sabin Kitchen Duty (2022)

Casual Day at Kefka's Tower (2022)

Scott Pilgrim Tribute (2022)

Opera- Ultros's Note (2015?)

Opera- Celes Keeps her Boots (2015?)

Opera- Celes Joins the Battle (2018?)

Opera- Setzer Pink (2018?)

Locke Rescues Celes from South Figaro (20??)

Art (an incomplete list)

Early Morning In the Figaro Marketplace (2024)

At the End of a Rough Day (2024)

Just You, Me, and the Fireflies (2024)

The 30th Anniversary Tribute (2024)

The Swing Feat. Celes (2023)

Terra Coming Out of Her Well to Shame Humanity (2023)

Esper Terra is Deamy Soft Pastel (2023)

Animated Gifs 1

Animated $12,000 magitek cake

Animated Kefka I Could Kill Someone (2021)

Locke's Selfies

T-shirts - Terra Locke Sabin and Sleepy Edgar (2022)

T- shirts - Edgar's 6:10:50 shirt and Celes (2022)

T- Shirts - Terra's Mom Shirt (2022)

T- Shirts - Setzer's Ante Up Shirt (2022)

FF6 Band - Celes the Diva (2022)

FF6 Band - 80s Glam Rock (2022)

FF6 Band - Terra on lead vocals (2022)

Terra Baking (2019?)

It's 6:10:50 Somewhere Shirt

Edgar Has a Phone

At Home With You (Red Figaro) (2020)

Sabin at the Farmer's Market

Sprite Redraws Locke

Locke Moons Celes

Esper Terra shakes her ass on White Snake's car (2022)

Esper Terra can't stop laughing

Terra Animation Test 1

My favorite Edotina

FF6 27th Anniversary Pic

Good morning Locke (2016?)

Get the Newsletter (2021)

Edgar's brain is rebooting (2022)

Stuff you can buy

Available at www.thephoenixcave.com

All Printable Activity Sheets

Vinyl Stickers, so many vinyl stickers

Paper Sticker Sheets

Magicite Necklaces and other Jewelry

A5 Notebooks

Notepads

Accessory Pouches

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[tiphares]

the ff6 facebook group luvin this content omg

guess ai is good for something 🤷 bearded brunette locke>

[moralesispunk]

Claraste (Din Djarin x Female Witch! Reader)

Previous chapter / Fic Masterlist

Summary: Din stays at the farm for longer than ever before, giving the both of them time to think about what life could be like if he stayed

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, talk of contraceptive tea, feelings, this is third person but there are no descriptions of the witch other than using she/her pronouns so I have labelled as reader insert in the hope it can come across that way (although please tell me kindly if not and I will update to x oc), canon typical violence

Word Count: 4.3k

Din had stayed for longer than ever before. Two whole weeks where the walls they had thrown up between them began to crack and splinter until they could finally dream of a life he could - would - build here. 

The morning after the first night had been the only sense of reality they gave into, a contraceptive tea slipping past her lips as she leaned against the uneven wooden rail around the cottage porch while watching on as Din got to work weeding around the edge of her flower patch. One day was all that was said as the tea steeped in the delicate mug and Din nodded, his hand sweeping from her hip only covered in a thin slip dress to her low belly as he kissed her cheek.

Kissed.

Her fingers ghosted over her lips that still felt bruised in the bright light of day from how they had kissed the night before, like it was the first and last time they would ever get the chance to give in to the temptation. Until now, Din’s helmet had been the last barrier they had kept up between them and now that it was gone…

The sun caught his dark head of hair as he stood up from kneeling by the flower patch and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he turned to look back at her, his face still mostly covered by the frown she had heard in his voice for years but his eyes holding a softness she had yearned for.

Din had never said out loud that he had also let himself dream of a quieter, steadier life and for as long as she had known him - from the second time he had visited her here - she knew that he was keeping it locked up inside his chest for protection. At first it was a fools dream - a Mandalorian thinking he could ever be the kind of man who would live the life of a dutiful husband and father on a quiet stretch of land on some forgotten planet and a witch thinking that there was anything other than a lonesome life where she was but a page in the novels of others, healing them or feeding them before they went onto their adventures, written in the stars - but now… Now ten years had gone by where he would return at least twice a rotation of Terra and he would slip into her life like he had never left, telling her stories of the planets he had seen and the people he had met, but they were growing tired and she felt it in her bones.

She loved Din more than she had loved anyone, but with that love came the yearning for a full life. The yearning for a husband to wake up to every day who would kiss her bare shoulder as she woke up like Din had done this morning. Who would help her on the farm. Who would listen to the made up adventures she had in her mind and would make promises of showing her even an inch more of the galaxy than she had ever seen. Who would hold her, cherish her, let her love him, perhaps one day raise children who knew what love was like, just as she had as a child when she watched her own parents.

She knew they would have to give themselves more than they ever had before - whether by finally giving in to how their hearts and souls had twined round one another over the years or to let go, let each other move on.

What was between them was a love like that created between Astra and Terra. Terra had watched the bright star - Claraste - every night like the rest of the stars until one night it came hurtling towards her and chipped Terra right out of her arms. 

She had watched Din like any other traveller on his first visit, cautiously and with interest, and then every time after that until… until they were more. 

Even if it made it harder in the end, she told herself that she would enjoy what she could for now. That she would ask him before he left, and not a second sooner, and it was easy enough when he dropped whatever tools were in his hand and she left the mug abandoned by her side as he stalked across the farm towards her, his knees bending and his arm wrapping around the backs of her thighs as his mouth crashed to hers and he carried her inside.

*****

Two weeks, longer than ever before, and the pain in her chest ached harder than usual as he finished tying up his bag and turned to her.

His helmet was still off, perched on the middle of the table and waiting to be slipped on the second he was ready to go, and she found her eyes racing across his face to commit every last bit to memory. The dark brown of his eyes and the tiny glimmer of gold around the edge. The bump in the ridge of his nose and the scar that ran across it. The pout of his bottom lip. The lines of a hard life that edged his eyes.

“I’m going to visit the child,” he said, his hand flexing and releasing by his side.

“Tell him I said hello,” she replied, her voice hollower than he had ever heard it before and he found his legs carrying him across the room before his mind had even caught up, his hands holding the sides of her face.

“Something is wrong.” There was no question in his words and it only made her chest ache more from how well he knew her. 

Her hands raised to cover his and slipped them from her face to where she instead held them between their bodies.

“Yes and no.” His brows pinched together and she sighed. “I’ve always accepted this life for what it is, Din. I was never angry that my parents had been murdered, never sought revenge for their lives that were stolen away and mine that was displaced. I’m glad I didn’t, I don’t think I have it in me to be vengeful, but… I can’t sit by and let my life go by without doing something.

“I love you, Din,” she said, and the way he reacted to hearing those words for the first time - his mouth falling open and his shoulders softening - lodged under her ribs and right by her heart as she continued to talk. “No matter what we decide, I will always love you, but I need…” She trailed off with a sigh. 

“More,” Din finished for her and she nodded.

“I know I can’t ask you to promise me anything here and now but… when you come back I need you to have an answer for me, Din. It’s the only thing I’ve ever asked you.”

His thumb brushed across her knuckles, dark eyes flicking back and forth between hers as he swallowed heavily and nodded. “I swear it.”

It wasn't a yes - or a no - but the unease was forgotten when his mouth crashed against hers, her wrists tangling behind his neck and his hands squeezing and roaming her body. His palms weighed heavy on the bottom of her back and back of her neck as he walked them towards the kitchen table and his tongue pressed into her mouth.

When her back met the edge of the table he pulled away long enough to lift her dress up and over her head, his mouth kissing down her neck and shoulder as he lifted her onto the steady oak surface and with a palm in the centre of her chest he laid her down against it and remained towering over her. 

It took everything in him not to rip his clothes from his body and fill her now, instead taking his layers off slowly as he kissed and touched every inch of her beautiful body beneath him, marvelling in how her eyes tracked each movement with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth until her entire body was covered in goosebumps and she wrapped her hand around his cock, tugging it once in a way that wasn’t painful but made him hiss - and her smirk - nonetheless. 

His palm wrapped around hers, holding her still as he raised an eyebrow down at her and he had to stop his knees from buckling as he watched the shiver wreck through her body - her chest heaving in need and anticipation as he gathered her wrists in his hand and held them against the table above her head. 

“I have the chance to taste you once more before I leave,” he said as he bent to kneel before her spread legs, his forefinger and thumb spreading her open and his warm breath fanning her when he spoke again. “I won't be leaving till I take that chance.”

His shoulders kept her thighs open for him, the scruff around his jaw tickling her soft skin as he licked slowly up until his lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked. He did this again and again, her thighs tensing and releasing over his shoulders. 

When her head rolled to the side and her back arched from the table, she caught sight of Din’s reflection in the mirror peeking out from behind a chair, his strong profile kneeling between her legs and his hand-

She let out a low moan, her hips urging him closer against her as she rocked in time with his hand that stroked his cock. The sight of him on his knees before her, pleasuring himself while bringing her pleasure, was enough to thrust her over the edge and she came with a choked gasp as her thighs pressed to the side of his head and he guided her through each wave until the heel of her palm tapped his forehead. 

He stood with a low growl, like it took everything in him to pull away from her, and when his body draped over hers to meet her mouth in a kiss she caught sight of his chin and bottom lip that was shining with her before she could taste it on her tongue. 

With his hand planted by her head and the other palming her hip, she reached between their bodies and lined him up as he rocked his hips once and slid inside her fully. They groaned together, their kiss not ending until she took his face in her hands and pulled back enough to look into his eyes before looking down to where their bodies met as he continued to thrust into her. 

“More, Din. I need more-”

In an instant he had slipped from her, lifting her body off of the table and settling her on the floor where she stood on her toes and bent over the table as he slipped inside her once more. 

With his hands gripping her hips and her body bent over the table, she felt him spearing his cock inside her so deeply that she couldn't barely gasp a breath. Her nails raked down the wood and she pushed her hips back to meet him thrust for thrust, her mind completely empty of any worries about her past or their future until all she could feel was Din, Din, Din…

She hasn't even realised she had been chanting his name like some prayer to lost Gods until his chest was pressed to her back and his lips brushed the shell of her ear. 

“I’m here, I’m right here.” 

His thrusts slowed and instead he moved slow and deep, his fingers slipping over where they met and deftly circling her clit as his mouth slanted over hers the second she turned her head to meet him in a kiss. 

She never wanted it to end, and from the way Din had built them up before letting them fall back until they were both slick with sweat she knew he was thinking the same. He did it again and again until the coil was wound so tight that she was certain there was no stopping her from falling over the edge and so she did, her moans high pitched and swallowed by Din’s ferocious kiss as he fell over the edge with her. 

She was so consumed by wave after wave, crash after crash of pleasure that she could barely feel the table that was digging into her hips until bruises would no doubt be forming. 

They kissed until he softened inside her and slipped out, his mess slipping down the inside of her thighs as their kissing slowed until only his forehead was resting against hers and his breath was fanning her chin. 

Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed down her back, reaching for a cloth and cleaning her gently and taking the moment of peace to let his eyes roam her face once more. It was the same face he had seen for the first time those ten years ago, a few more lines by the side of her eyes and a few grey hairs - ones he had counted under the moonlight the night before when she had thrown her hand up and proclaimed she had at least a dozen, much to his amusement. 

They said few words as they passed each other the clothes that had been stripped before and his cheeks were still flushed pink as he lifted the helmet from the table, her chest still slick with sweat that made him want to lick across the skin visible from where her dress was still untied. 

“Din, I-” She stopped as soon as his eyes met his, her bottom lip pulling between her teeth and she jerked her chin in a nod - holding something back like she had already said too much to say even more. “Tell the kid I said hello.”

He nodded, his helmet slipping over his head with practised ease before he lifted his hand and held her cheek, his thumb stroking across the round fullness. “I will. And I will return, I swear it.”

Still no yes or no, no answer for their future that lay in the balance, but it was enough for now as he picked up his bag and began the walk back across the farm. He didn't look back until he reached the edge, finding her still at the top of the steps with her arms wrapped around her waist and her chin lifting in a wordless goodbye as he did the same for now. 

****

It had been three months since Din left, not long by any stretch when compared to some of the breaks between his visit before, but ever since his shadow had disappeared through the thick trees surrounding her land she had found herself searching for him on the horizon every morning and night. 

This morning was no different, yet as she opened her door and looked out to the tree line she felt an unease she had never felt on the sanctuary of her farm before. Her palms grew sweaty and the back of her neck prickled in awareness but at what she couldn't tell. She found herself spending the day collecting essentials from around her home - a few trinkets that caught her eye and pulled at her heart too - and had even packed them into a bag no matter how stupid she felt. 

It’s nothing, she told herself again and again and yet still she climbed onto her hands and knees and found a bag that had been tucked beneath her bed, packing it to the brim until the sun began to set. 

If for nothing else, the long walk she took to the stream after the bag had been tied up and tucked by her door was more of a distraction than a necessity since the well by her house had been filled by rain the week before. She had gone slower than usual too, finding plants and mushrooms she had pocketed with the intention to dry out when she got home, but when she made it to the edge of her farm and stopped the tune she had been humming she heard the heavy sets of footsteps rushing behind her.

Not taking a second to think, she dropped the bucket full of water to the ground and ran. 

Her feet hit the freshly farmed land harder and faster than ever before, faster than when she was a child and ran through the bare, damp land of her home planet alongside the only friend she can remember - Beron, a freckled faced boy with bright red hair who would make her laugh as he chased her through the thin lifeless forest pretending to be whatever monster their parents had told them stories of the night before. 

But she didn't feel like laughing now. It was only fear that raged through her veins as she bounded up the steps of her cottage and fled inside before slamming the door behind her. She could barely hear the men’s laughter over the blood pounding in her ears and she let her body slide down the door, crawling to the edge of her bed where Din had made her hide a blaster years ago. 

He had practised with her a few times over the years, finding old trees to use as aim, but he had refused to leave her without her having some sort of protection against any raiders who could stumble across her farm. She had argued against it at the time but had never been more glad for the cool metal that her hand curved around as she pulled it from between the mattress and wall and crawled back to the window. 

“Come out little witch,” a rough voice called out to her and a few of the other men laughed, horrible laughter that made her eyes prick with tears. 

She held the cool metal against her chest, squeezing her eyes shut as her whole body shook and she silently called out into the galaxy for Din, the name of the only person she wanted - needed - and his name roared in her mind like she could call to him wherever he was. 

****

Every time Din approached Terra, the same wave of calmness washed over him. His shoulders inched down from his ears, his brow unfurrowed, his mind stopped racing. It's like the kid knew where they were going too despite only being here twice betore; his small hands pressed against the glass and his breath fogging it up as Din began the descent over the trees. 

The kid cooed and Din huffed a laugh. 

“Yeah. She missed you, too.”

He landed his ship - one a lot smaller than the Crest that had cleared a wide circle of land for his arrival every time - flicking off every button as the engines went from roaring to silent and he patted the small pocket of his belt to check the ring of beskar one final time. 

It was never an important part of Mandalorian tradition to give jewellery as part of a promise, but he had seen the ring she wore in a necklace around her neck and she had told him how it belonged to her mother given by her father. He knew that coming back with an answer he had to prove it more than just words - he had to show her that despite needing more time before they could settle in any one place, he would be the man to give her that life. 

But the second Din landed on Terra, he knew something was wrong. With the soles of his boot on the mossy ground and his hand raised to stop Grogu from climbing down any further, he scanned around him until he could find what was wrong.

There was almost so much wrong that Din had to grip the edge of the ladder to stop himself from keeling over with nausea. The moonlight felt dull, the wind howled when it was usually quiet, the grass was a lifeless kind of green… Everything had the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge and his hand reaching for his blaster as the other tucked Grogu safely into the bag already hanging from his shoulder.

The walk to the farm was one he has done more times than he could count but he had never felt like this while doing it, never gripped his blaster and took each step with such care like he did as he rounded the last line of trees. 

His heart was in his throat as he took in the scene before him. 

Raiders - twelve of them dressed in black - circling the cottage like prey waiting to pounce. Some of them held ageing blasters, others simple sticks that had been whittled down to a sharp point, three of them held burning stakes that were flickering towards the thatched roof.

“Come out little witch,” one of them  - the leader - snarled. He took one step towards the door, then another, and before Din could move he caught the glimmer of silver in the moonlight.

A blaster - his blaster that he had tucked between her mattress and wall and begged her - with her hands in his - to use if anyone caused trouble, was tucked in the corner of the window and aimed directly at the man.

“Don’t take another step,” she called back, her words steady to the ears of a stranger but laced with fear he had never heard before as someone who recalled the cadence of her voice every night before he slept.

The man took no heed, his boots crunching one more step before a red blast shot from the window and the man collapsed to a heap on the ground. Din turned as quickly as he could, setting the child behind a tree and pointing a shaking finger in his direction,

“Stay here. Don’t come out until I call for you.” 

He only waited long enough for Grogu to cower back against the tree before Din took off running towards the blasts and fire that had erupted. He watched as she defended her home to no end, fighting off brutes twice - three times - her size as they tried to take hold with one now dragging her out of the cottage. Her eyes met his across the farm in shock, widening for a second long enough to be distracted as one of the men took an off-centre shot that grazed along her hand and forearm and she hissed at the burn.

The rage that flowed through Din was like none he felt before - not when he was a helpless child and his parents were murdered, not when he was a young man with more emotion than he knew what to do with, not when Grogu was taken and he felt more panic than rage. No, these men were fighting a losing battle as Din slashed through them and up the steps - these men who were trying to hurt the person who was more his than anyone in the universe. He tucked her behind him as he fought against the ten men left after he took down the one still on her porch to defend both her and the cottage.

She took down two with steady aims he had made her practice and Din easily took down the other eight with shots from the blaster and slices of the saber, but it was too late for the cottage. He gripped her wrist and tried to pull her down the steps, away from the flames engulfing her home as she beat at his arm and shoulder with a fist until she managed to slip free and race inside.

He bellowed her name, his foot barely over the threshold before she came running back out with a back tucked under her arm and her hand over her mouth as she coughed against the smoke. His hand wrapped around hers and he dragged her to the middle of the field, no matter how hard she tried to dig her heels in and turn back again. 

By the time they reached the middle of the field - far enough away for him to deem them safe as he called out to the kid - he took her face in his hands and looked into the eyes where all life was seeming to drain from. 

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? Are-”

She waved him off, letting her bag fall to the ground and soon following it as she sat and stared on at the fire. 

She sat in the middle of the field with Din and the child watching on behind her as the home she had built burned to ash. She had nothing but the small bag beside her, one she had the unnamed urgency to pack today.  

It had some clothes, some medicine, some things that she held dear to her heart that perhaps were not the most practical weight to be adding to an already heavy bag. Everything else… She watched it burn until the sun began to rise and the smoke went with it. She watched it until the silent sobs gave way to steady to tears to the emptiness in the hollow of her chest that made her so tired there was nothing to do but collapse to the ground, letting sleep take over as Din called her name, shaking her shoulder to try and rouse her using a name he had only called her once before.

“Rion’nag.”

[cresent2003]

Purity

Mizrak x Fem! Reader x Olrox

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Vampires had taken over all of France.

Tearing each part to shreds trying to find Olrox, Mizrak and Raeabelle.

The four horsemen were coming up from hell using the scent of death and fear-filled blood to feed themselves.

There was no escape.

"Pater noster qui in caelis est.

sanctificetur nomen tuum; adveniat regnum tuum fiat voluntas tua; in terra sicut in caelo.

Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie. dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.

Ne nos inferas in tentationem sed libera nos a malo.

Regnum, potentia; et gloria tua sunt nunc et semper.

In sanctis dominis nomen precor.

Amen," Raeabelle said as she spoke the lord's prayer to a cross she took from the church before Mizrak pulled her underground where Olrox was.

He had always paid close attention to her.

She was the last of the nun's after the church allied with vampires.

She had kept pure and locked herself in her chambers regularly so she wasn't forced to see the dead turn into demons.

"There's nothing to pray for anymore Rae.

The world above us is already burning" Olrox stood in the doorway to the room where she did her prayers.

"It gives me hope.

The world isn't burning if I don't see the flames" she said.

He knelt beside her.

"I know that I will die down here when they start to hear us.

They will go for the weakest first and that is me" she said.

He wrapped his arms around her before playing with her hair.

"I think you forget what lengths I will go to keep you and Mizrak safe," he said.

She looked into his eyes before placing her head on his shoulder.

"I'm so terribly scared Olrox.

I have dedicated my life to my lord and saviour but when I need him most I can no longer feel his presence" she said.

"It will be alright," he said before pressing his face against her soft hair.

He never thought he could find a woman attractive.

All his life he had always been attracted to men yet he was also attracted to her.

No woman but her satisfied him.

It was strange yet he was getting used to it.

"Raeabelle?

Where are you?" Mizrak's dark voice filled her ears as she continued to cling to Olrox finding his presence comfortable.

"Here," she said.

Mizrak walked into the room.

"What are you doing here with her?" he asked as he watched Olrox comfort her causing her to relax until she was putty in his arms.

"She's scared.

I came here to comfort her as always.

When will you believe that I am not a threat to either of you" Olrox said.

"When you are no longer one of them," Mizrak said.

"Enough.

Please don't fight.

If we are to die down here why waste the little time we have fighting" she said as she sat up.

She walked over to Mizrak.

"He is a demon.

I soulless monster" Mizrak growled.

"I don't believe that.

Please enough fighting.

It frightens me and all it does is hide your feelings" and she said before walking to the small kitchen to make dinner with whatever animal she could find.

Olrox looked at Mizrak.

"Don't look at me like that.

I saved your life Mizrak" he said.

"I didn't ask for it," Mizrak said.

"You love her but you also have feelings towards me.

That is what created all this rage.

One day you'll realise that night we had together wasn't a mistake" Olrox said before walking away to help Raeabelle.

Mizrak clenched his fists.

Olrox was right and it was irritating but was was bothering him the most was that Raeabelle was right as well.

They would die down here and every minute was precious.

Later that night Raeabelle sat on her bed made of wood and rope as she looked at the necklace she crafted out of the blade that killed her father.

It was a silver cross and it shined brightly in the candlelight.

She leaned against the wall in her nightgown as it slipped off her shoulders showing her soft skin.

Olrox and Mizrak always used the hours she slept to guard their hideout as she stayed up many hours at a time praying when things got harder.

They were underneath the church and it was the riskiest thing she had ever done.

"Rest.

You'll be safe until morning" Mizrak said as he sat down next to the doorway with his sword.

She looked at him as he tried to keep his eyes away from her hard nipples as they pressed against her nightgown and her soft skin.

She was a nun and he kept telling himself that but the way she looked made him want to sin.

"I'm restless.

I can hear people walking around above us.

It's never been this loud" she said.

Olrox then walked into the room after looking around to make sure no one had found them.

"All the lower vampires are gathering tonight.

I can find you some cotton to block it out" Olrox said.

"No, it's alright.

I'll fall asleep eventually" she said.

"We both know you won't" Mizrak said causing her to smile.

"What if we both stay in here and watch over you?

If someone comes to harm you we won't let them get past the doorway, precious human" Olrox said causing a light rose blush to cover her cheeks.

He never used names like that.

Only when he was trying to soothe her.

Mizrak walked to her before taking off the cloak he wore during the freezing nights.

He placed on her before sitting beside her.

She laid down as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Close your eyes," he said before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

He then looked into her eyes before kissing her head.

Raeabelle turned her head to look at him.

"Go to sleep," he said.

"I'm restless," she said softly before kissing his cheek before looking into his eyes.

She then kissed him before laying her head against the pillow she took from her chambers when it was empty enough for her to gather what she could.

Raeabelle placed her hands on either side of his face before smiling softly as she blushed.

He placed his hand on hers before kissing her will heated passion as the pent-up love he felt for her exploded.

Her head was spinning as she broke every vow she had taken in front of her god.

She kissed him back as her body moved for her.

Olrox watched as Mizrak lost control before realising that someone still had to guard the hideout.

"I'll leave you two be.

Try not to be too loud" Olrox said before walking to the doorway.

"Wait.

Come here" Mizrak said.

Olrox turned around before smirking.

He walked to Mizrak as Raeabelle laid beneath him still and silent.

"I'm here," Olrox said.

Mizrak stood up before slamming his lips against Olrox's.

The kiss was rough but passionate as Olrox grabbed Mizrak's arm.

"Don't think you can just walk away after what we did" Mizrak said.

"I thought I was a soulless animal," Olrox said as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Shut up," Mizrak said.

Olrox laughed before kissing him again.

He then let out a soft moan as Mizrak placed his leg between Olrox's legs causing Mizrak's thigh to press against his cock.

Raeabelle stood up as she realised that Mizrak had untied her nightgown causing her breasts to show from the V cut out.

She walked to the two of them before placing her hand on Mizrak's chest causing their passionate kids to break.

She then kissed him softly as Olrox kissed her shoulders.

Her skin was like velvet.

It was delicate and like nothing he had ever felt.

He then kissed her neck softly and passionately as he marked her skin.

She let out a moan as Mizrak broke their kiss.

"So beautiful.

So pure" he said.

"What is this feeling?" she asked as she caressed Mizrak's nape giving him goosebumps.

"Have you never been touched?

The way you cling to him I expected you have laid in his bed before" Olrox said.

"No," she said before gasping as Olrox kissed the spot where her largest vein laid.

"The feeling is pleasure.

Intimate, heated pleasure.

Your body is reacting in such a way as you enjoy what we are doing sweet Rae" Olrox said before turning her head.

"Just Relax and trust your body," Olrox said before kissing her lovingly.

She was nervous but didn't want this to end.

Mizrak kissed her throat before getting on his knees.

He placed her leg on his shoulder before lifting up her nightgown revealing her most vulnerable area.

He went under her nightgown before kissing her thighs causing her to let out a lustful moan.

Olrox watched her as she threw his head back onto his shoulder as Mizrak got closer to her cunt.

She didn't know what to do or think as he kissed her pelvis.

He then latched onto her cunt causing her to let out a loud moan as he began to suck on the bud of nerves that had never been stimulated before.

With one lick her legs were shaking as she let out the most lustful moans.

Olrox struggled to contain himself as his cock pressed against his trousers uncomfortably.

He was throbbing at the sight as Mizrak pleasured her.

Her eyes rolled back as he trusted two of his fingers inside her virgin entrance as her walls fluttered around him.

Suddenly her abdomen tightened as the pleasure got more intense.

She screamed out as she came onto Mizrak's fingers as he continued to explore her most sensitive places elongating the ecstasy that she was feeling.

He then stood up as she breathed heavily against Olrox's neck.

"Let me taste her," Olrox said before kissing Mizrak.

His tongue explored Mizrak's mouth as he tasted her sweetness.

Mizrak undressed Olrox as she laid on her bed so she could rest for a short while.

She took off her nightgown revealing her full perky breasts and curvy body that had always been hidden by dresses that covered everything.

She had always been told that flesh will lead to sin therefore if she showed no flesh she would never fall into sin.

Yet now none of that mattered.

She wished to live as a normal woman so when she passed she would remember the fun she had experienced and not the sadness of her past.

Mizrak pushed Olrox against her bed as they threw the last of their clothing to the other side of the room.

Olrox looked at her as she sat in front of them completely bare.

"I've never seen you more beautiful.

Come to us precious" Olrox said.

She moved to them.

"Are you ready for us to take your purity?" Olrox said as Mizrak blocked the doorway so that they wouldn't be disturbed.

He then joined his two partners back in the uncomfortable bed that they had all gotten used to.

"Yes.

I am ready" she said.

"You'll be going against your vows.

I want to make sure you are truly sure and not saying such a thing to please us" Olrox said as he took her hand.

"My vows were broken the day I left the church.

I wish for this" she said.

"Who do you want?" Mizrak asked.

"I wish for you both to choose.

You have laid together before and know what you are the most comfortable with.

I will be okay either way" she said.

"You be the one," Mizrak said.

"Why me?

You both have more history" He said.

"Yes, but you will enjoy this more if I am the one to take you" Mizrak said.

"I see you remember," Olrox said before kissing him.

Olrox then looked at Raeabelle.

"At any time you wish to stop we won't continue" Olrox said.

"I trust the both of you," she said.

"Good then let the fun begin," Olrox said before latching onto her right breast.

She gasped before moaning as Mizrak took Olrox's cock into his mouth.

Olrox moaned against her breast as he sucked and bit at her nipple as if he was a newborn craving the milk from her breasts.

He then released her breast as his cock throbbed in Mizrak's mouth.

He then moaned loudly as he lifted his hips.

His cum shot into Mizrak's mouth as Olrox moaned.

Mizrak swallowed all of it before flipping Olrox around.

"Will this hurt?" she asked.

"Only a little.

It will feel good after the burning passes" Olrox said before kissing her.

He distracted her as he lined up to her entrance before pushing in causing her to whimper as he stretched her out.

Olrox kissed her neck as he slowly pushed himself in inch by inch until their hips met.

She yelped before taking calming breaths as she tried to remember what Olrox had said moments ago.

She wrapped her arms around him as he held himself back from moving.

She was so warm and soft inside.

"Tell me when you're ready," Mizrak said.

Raeabelle nodded as she couldn't help but focus on the feeling of having Olrox inside her.

It felt strange and different.

The burning was calming down as she stretched to fit him.

Minutes passed as she looked at Orlox "I'm ready" she said.

Olrox kissed her head before moving slowly.

He angled slightly as he mimicked the things that had him holding back screams as she let out a moan.

"How does this feel precious?" Olrox asked.

"It is quite strange but....good" she said as she struggled to hold back the lustful sounds being created deep in her throat.

The way he was angled hit places that made her see the heavens as she let her body have control.

"Such pretty sounds," Olrox said before moaning as Mizrak pressed his cock against Olrox's puckered entrance.

He craved the familiar feeling of Mizrak's cock filling him as he took away Raeabelle's purity.

"Don't tease.

I need it Mizrak" Olrox said as he let out heavy breaths as Raeabelle's walls tightly squeezed him.

"I see that.

Relax Olrox" he said.

Olrox suddenly loudly moaned as his eyes widened.

Mizrak pushed his throbbing cock into Olrox as Raeabelle ran her hands on his shoulders and arms causing him to relax.

She then threw her head back as Mizrak began to thrust into Olrox causing Olrox's cock to hit the spot that had her at the same spot she was in when Mizrak had a taste of her cunt.

She moaned in sync with Olrox as he felt a strong type of pleasure that had him turning into a puddle onto Raeabelle.

Her warm and tight cunt and Mizrak's rough but thought-out moments made him feel things he had never felt in all his years both as human and vampire.

Raeabelle screamed into Olrox's shoulder as the pleasure made her dizzy.

Her eyes rolled back as Mizrak sped up as each of them got closer to their desirable release.

"Mizrak" Olrox moaned his name as he began to realise that he wouldn't be lasting much longer.

Mizrak kept his pace as he pulled on Olrox's hair.

He growled before throwing his head back.

Raeabelle let out broken heavy breaths before letting out a deep set of moans as she came onto Olrox's cock.

She tightened around him causing him to get closer and closer before moaning as he shot his cum deep inside her not knowing what it could possibly lead to.

Mizrak held Olrox's hips as Olrox pulled out of Raeabelle as he came again.

Mizrak growled before cumming as he dig his nails into Olrox's hips leaving crescent-shaped marks.

They all went limp onto Raebelle's small bed as Olrox's cum covered her stomach.

"I'll go find a cloth to clean you up," Olrox said before kissing her and then Mizrak.

He left the room.

"How are you feeling?" Mizrak said as he looked at the woman he had loved since she was a true nun.

When she was still unable to see the true evil in the world.

"Exhausted.

I enjoyed every second, Mizrak.

It all was very strange but it was the most freeing act I've done in a long while" she said as she smiled softly.

"I'm glad.

I wanted this to be perfect for you.

I always have" he said.

"It reminds me of when we snuck out of the church after the moon had fully settled and spent time in the gardens.

This was the first time I had ever been kissed and after I had been beaten for the act I wouldn't have taken it back.

My purity had been stronger than my sisters up to now" she said.

Olrox walked back into the room with two cups full of cold water and a linen cloth dripping with the same cold water.

"I brought you both water.

When you've drank every last drop will you Mizrak clean Rae's stomach?" Olrox said.

"What will you be doing?" Mizrak asked.

"Putting our beds together so no one will feel nervous to sleep after tonight," he said.

Mizrak nodded before pouring the water down his throat as Raeabelle sipped the water slowly.

Mizrak then cleaned Raeabelle's stomach and sore cunt before cleaning himself.

He then tossed the cloth out of the room until they could clean tomorrow.

Once Raeabelle was done with her water she rested her head onto Mirzrak's chest as he pulled the thin blanket she had over the both of them.

"Rest," he said before kissing her.

Raeabelle smiled before drifting off to sleep knowing after tonight she would have two men that would protect her with all they had as her lovers.

[izvmimi]

cw: fantasy!au shoto x princess!reader, implied quasi-arranged marriage, some place names i made up for my au <3

Court ladies, particularly the ones that are of your age, marriage-eligible and plagued by thoughts of wedded bliss, are notorious for embellishing stories. Especially those that concern men, especially those that concern those rich and powerful men, and most of all those who are thought to be blessed with powerful magic.

The prince who hails from the Terras Magi far away, whose personal history already sounds like the stuff of fairytales, is one of these bountiful sources of mystery and fantasy. Third in line to the throne after the original crown prince of their hidden kingdom went mad and after the second prince disappeared into the night, the mage prince is thought to have strategically kept himself hidden away from the remainder of the continent, declining to partake in the many royal conferences held over the year. Few have seen him in the flesh, aside from the reported occasional meetings with prince Bakugou of the highlands, who somewhat begrudgingly claims to be his friend. 

However, that changes tonight. You will meet him, and you are expected to charm him, as princess of Phulblume, to consider forge a stronger alliance with that part of the world that has remained closed off and uninterested in the much more mortal remainder - 

and there is no greater alliance than matrimony.

Yet,  the thought of courtship tires you immensely. You’ve been in love before, and lost it, accepting that a relationship between a future Queen and her Knight would cause more harm than good; your previously furtive glances, held too long across the court of flowers, have now been reduced to averse, split second looks. You cannot bear to lay eyes on him and neither can he on you. 

Love is laid to rest, and you expect not to be impressed by another man ever again.

And yet, the mage prince is everything you’d heard and more.

The prince arrives with his older sister in tow, who watches him carefully, not to protect him but as though to mind his manners for him. He bows before the throne where your father and mother sit, where you stand in polite wait and then curtsy.

As he introduces himself to the court, you find yourself waiting for him to look at you. He doesn’t immediately, and you notice the red and white of his hair, starker in contrast to his sister’s gently swept locks. She is radiant despite the gentle frost that follows her, and it is reminiscent of the first snow of the season, the kind that is too gentle to accumulate but warns you that storms may approach soon. She turns to you and smiles, and you curtsy politely, your cheeks warming. 

Then he turns, as though instinctively following his sister’s lead, and he sees you. There is a split second of hesitation as your eyes meet. He forgets to bow and you forget to curtsy, perhaps because you are both feeling out each other with your souls. 

You are earth and he is both water and flame. 

You catch yourself first, starting your curtsy, and he takes your hand and bows deeply, his eyes falling to the ground at your feet. 

“I am pleased to meet you, your Highness.”

The pleasure is all mine, you think and forget to say. His voice reminds you of the gentle crackle of firewood on cold nights as a child, sat comfortably in the lap of your mother as she reads your favorite book. 

His sister watches carefully, and you think of morning dew. 

“I am glad you have arrived safely,” you can hear your father, the King, announce. Prince Shoto has not stopped looking at you, although your gloved fingers no longer touch. Princess Fuyumi nudges him gently, then speaks first.

“We are thankful to have been invited to your kingdom on behalf of our country,” she cuts in when Shoto remains mute. He seems to snap back into attention at the sound of her voice. He nods. 

“We look forward to tonight’s gala and to what you have to show us in Phulblume,” he adds.

He glances at you again, and you look away, your face warming, and wonder if it’s his magic, or something else.