#and also appreciate he apparently took the time to prepare SUMMON BED as a spell

[impuretale]

Totally romantic and not at all concerning things that Gale says after you finally spend the night with him: "I'm glad you finally put out because I was seriously considering killing myself before that." :| Sir, I am begging you to say less, you are making me rethink this decision.

[bush-viper-cutie]

Love Me Roughly: House Hunting

Pairing: Snape x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,220

Rating: M for Mature

Plot:  Severus meets up with the wizard in charge of finding him a place to live. He manages to strike up a deal and purchases his new home.

A/N: This is part 3 of 7 for the week 1 schedule for Snape Appreciation Month!  @snapeloveposts​

DISCLAIMER: I have edited (drawn over the original) the artwork (taken from a 80′s bodice ripper novel) for the purpose of this short series and will post more information about the original work here.

Posted: 6/3/20

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Severus left his motel room, locking the door and placing the key firmly in his pocket. He picked the dog up and walked out of the parking lot, turning a corner, and heading along the outer wall to the back. He figured the center was where he was standing and started walking into the forest, counting out seventeen steps before stopping.

The woods surrounded him shielded most of the sun and made the forest seem eerie. The little dog started squirming so he set it down on some fallen leaves, watching as he shook his fur out and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to behind a large tree.

He heard rustling and then a very familiar witch walked out form behind, carrying the dog. She wore an open cloak with three buttons clumped at the top and a hood covering most of her hair, and yet, there was no mistaking who she was.

The woman from the airport walked closer and pulled her hood down, “I never would have guessed.”

“Not exactly a compliment,” Severus looked down at the dog, “Do you always make a habit of leaving your animals unattended?”

The woman laughed, “He makes sure our clients are here on time… and also that it isn’t a Ministry trap.”

He looked down at the dog in her arms, somehow doubting this particular one was very good at his job. He approached with caution and stuck out his arm, wanting to get a move on with house hunting. She took it and immediately apparated them out of the forest.

Severus heard a thump and opened his eyes, looking around at the wooden log walls and dark oak floorboards. They stood in the open kitchen of a small log cabin, a lounging area to the left and spiraling stairs directly behind them.

She set the dog down, “This is one of the simpler houses we have available to wizards here. During the winter, the snow mounds for miles and the trees offer much privacy.” She motioned to the stairs, “And the whole of it is so small that it’s easy to set up heating charms in every inch with ease.”

He walked behind the spiral stairs and opened the door to the laundry with a toilet and sink inside. He continued up the stairs to a corridor with three rooms. The first on the left looked to be the master bedroom with a large closet. The second was a smaller bedroom, A study perhaps, right across the way of the second bathroom.

He walked back downstairs and eyed the kitchen and connected room, finding it all surprisingly agreeable. “So, what is near?”

“Well, a short hike down is a corner store and your closest neighbor. A short hike up is a cliff,” she smiled.

He chuckled, these wizards really do know the business. He’d always heard of how well of a job they did, placing would-be convicts, escapees, and celebrities in the perfect homes for their situation. He suspected it had more to do with prior knowledge of the unsuspecting client, however. I always wondered where all the supposed diviners went. Even before the first wizarding war less and less were being found, though rumor had it they were being discovered for other, more appreciated, jobs.

“Well, I think you already know I approve of it.”

She dropped a folded paper on the low wooden dining table for him to take. He opened it and read out the price of the little log cabin.

“Really,” he sneered. “For maybe one twice the size of this one.”

She rolled her eyes, “You expect a well-built cabin, hidden from the noses of the Ministry, requiring no proof of wizard registration or mention of you on any documents for any less?” She laughed and picked up her dog, who had been lying peacefully next to the heater, and extended her elbow for him to take. “Why don’t we find you one worth the money you will have to pay, then?”

He scoffed, “Enough with the theatrics. Is there no discount?”

“Discount? For what? Looking cute?” she winked.

Severus swallowed and looked away quickly, raking his hair forward, “I’m sure the discount for that would be quite pitiful.”

The floorboards creaked under her shoes as she crept forward, “Oh, I’m not so sure about that. I’d give you ten percent off for your eyes alone.”

Severus turned to her, suddenly feeling the air very hot between them. Without thinking he opened his mouth, “And what else is… worthy… of a discount?”

She smiled and came closer still, “Hmm. Ten for those lips, and twenty for that incredible nose of yours.”

His hand went straight to cover his nose as her words replayed in his head, “Very funny.”

��It’s not a joke,” she stepped back glancing at the paper in his hands, “It’s my final offer.”

He looked at her confused, waiting for any clarification but none came.

He nodded, “Deal.”

She snapped her fingers and the numbers on the paper changed to a much more affordable price, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, for the money and to give you the keys.”

She apparated away and he was left alone in the house he would have to make his home now. He smiled to himself at their exchange. His heart wasn’t racing or thumping loudly, it was calm. He wasn’t ‘lusting’ after her like how his book described… but he did find guilty amusement in the fact she had indeed flirted with him. And he flirted back… something that, surprisingly, gave him enough joy to make him smile still, minutes after she had left.

His stomach growled and he remembered what time it was. He summoned his packed trunk and took out the food from it. He made himself a simple sandwich and placed the rest in the small fridge. He noticed the light did not turn on and figured there was no electricity yet.

He shrugged and charmed the fridge with a chilling spell and the freezer twice with the same one. That’ll do for now. He sat at the table and looked around at all the windows, watching the green trees sway with the wind and the occasional bird fly by.

He didn’t want to unpack just yet, not until everything was finalized, but there was one thing he could do. He took out his book from his muggle coat pocket and opened it back up, slouching over the table. He bit into his food and turned the page.

‘Robin turned from Stephano’s outstretched hand, not wanting to believe what his manly lips were saying. How could she believe a man that large, kind, muscly, handsome, and manly wanted such a small, dainty, soft, beautiful, girl like her?’

Severus rubbed his eyes and looked up, surprised to see the sun had set already and it was dark out. He locked the back door with a spell and walked over to the front door, doing the same. He dragged his luggage up the stairs and set it at the foot of the master bedroom’s large bed.

It was dark and he could barely see, cursing himself for not bringing candles. I had so many! Why didn’t I pack them? He imagined them al melted on the floor of his old home. I should have brought my scented ones at least. He fumbled for his night shirt in the dark and changed out of his clothes, unbuttoning everything slowly. He slid one arm in after the next and pulled the night shirt down. He took out his wand and cast Lumos to inspect the quality of the sheets.

They looked fine, recently cleaned even. He shrugged and set the wand down on the floor, hopping into bed and pulling the covers up. It was cold, but nothing compared to the dungeons during the winter. He turned and tried not to think of anything. Not tonight.

. . .

“Mmm, Stop it!” He lifted the hand that had fallen out of bed and was swinging low enough for the puny dog to lick. “Why must you do this? Hmm?”

He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window at the bright blue sky and large green trees. He wasn’t sure of the time, but knew that woman was already here, unleashing her dog onto him. He picked up his wand and cast Nox, extinguishing the light.

He pushed the dog out of the bedroom door and closed it, changing behind the bed and away from the window. He combed through his hair with his hands, wiping them on his coat, and made his way down the spiral stairs. She wasn’t in the kitchen so he turned his head and leaned forward, looking into the living room where she sat on the floor, reading –

“That’s not mine!”

She looked up, laughing, “Oh isn’t it?”

Severus ran into the room, stopping himself suddenly and composed himself. “Of course not… some-someone gave it to me and – ”

“So… it is yours, then.”

“No. It’s not, because I don’t want it. I was going to throw it away,” he coughed and looked away. There was a mirror hanging on the wall and he saw his face was a deep red. He turned his back to her and walked into the kitchen, arms folded.

Stupid! Absolute idiot! How could I leave it there? The cover alone has an image of a near naked woman in the arms of a shirtless man! …And it’s pink! He breathed out to calm himself, No matter. She will be gone forever in a few minutes.

She walked in behind him and set the book on the counter, giggling quietly, “It’s alright if you’re reading it. It seems interesting enough – and quite steamy.”

“No! No, I-I… Here is your money,” he extended his hand and summoned the bag of Galleons he had prepared for her.

She took it. “Well… Here is your key.”

He took the key without looking and put it in his pocket.

“Your water will start running soon… First month is free… after that you’ll need to pay us at the start.”

Severus nodded stiffly but the woman did not leave, “Yes?”

“About our conversation yesterday… I believe I called you cute and complimented your lips.”

He looked at her finally, and noticed she was biting her lip. He didn’t need to use Legilimence to know what she was thinking… and Merlin knows he was now thinking the same thing, though he didn’t believe he could pull it off in the least. He straightened and walked closer, excited to start the conversation up again.

“I do remember. I believe you also complimented my eyes,” he smiled.

“Who wouldn’t?” she stepped closer and touched the black cloth tucked under his shirt, “I love the patterns on your cravat.”

Severus watched her smooth actions, smiling. It had been a while since he had flirted with anyone, let alone had someone so willingly participate. The last time was surely before the Dark Lord’s return and as far as he remembered, it hadn’t gone so well, not on his part.

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He chuckled nervously, “Forgive me, I-I don’t really know how these things go…”

“Then perhaps you’ll allow me to lead?”

She came closer, forcing him to step back against the wood walls of the kitchen. He couldn’t help feeling so giddy, he wasn’t sure why. He supposed because for the first time he didn’t have to worry about anything else getting in the way of… whatever she allowed to happen.

He leaned his head down and brought his lips to her ear, “I would like that.”

He pulled back and he could see a new fire in her eyes and a mischievous twinkle too. He lowered his head only to have her immediately attack his lips with hers, tangling her hands in his hair. He wrapped his arms around her for a few intense seconds before pulling her away and leading her up the stairs – to his surprise she was following.

It was broad daylight but that hardly seemed to matter, not to him and by the looks of it, not to her. The second they reached his room they continued their intimate embrace, slowly inching closer to the bed. The second their legs touched the mattress they pulled apart and began to undress.

He undid button after button as fast as he could while watching her and the little show she was obviously putting on for him, making him blush. She got undressed and jumped on the bed, watching as he shed layer after layer. He left his wand in the kitchen or he would have used his unbuttoning spell already, but by the look on her face she was enjoying every second of it which made him want her even more.

“Are you sure?” his voice was deep and he could hear his own excitement in it.

She reached out and touched his skin, making it feel hot and electric where she stroked. She stood on the bed and pulled him in by his shoulders and kissed him again, humming and smiling. He touched her skin and felt it smooth and silky, warm, much like herself.

“Extremely,” she giggled.

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[lexinthelibraryofdreams]

Close encounter

Imagine found @thefandomimagine “Imagine Hermione saving you from a dementor”

Sorry for not post earlier. I’m kinda not motivated to do anything right now but I managed to write this and I’m actually (surprisingly) quite happy with it.  Made the reader genderneutral. If I should do this more often, tell me. Also, if you want something written for any other fandoms, don’t hesitate to suggest anything :) Hope you enjoy.

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The leaves rustled as you stepped on them and looked around. The forest seemed endless, you were exhausted and hungry and a feeling of dread sat in the back of your mind. You had been aimlessly wandering around the forest for four days, trying to find the rest of your small group after being separated during a very hurried escape from the Ministry. You rubbed across your forehead and sighed. Your body was aching and you yearned for a fire but you had to keep going, had to find your friends.

During the fifth year, you had been transferred to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny after your parents had divorced and your mother had taken you back to where she originally came from. You were sorted into Gryffindor and had clicked fairly early on with the famous Harry Potter and his friends Hermione and Ron. That was also the reason for you to be at the wedding of Ron’s brother Bill, the reason you had fled with the three and continued their search for Hocruxes by their side. They had told you about everything they had known shortly before the wedding and you had agreed to follow them if possible or necessary. During your time on the run, you and Hermione had found that the two of you had more in common than originally anticipated and became really close friends. You shared her love for books and knowledge which is why your mother expected you to end up in Ravenclaw. Still, you were a Gryffindor and you believed it was because being stubborn as a mule was a family trait but you could only guess the Sorting Hat’s reasons. If you had some time on your hand you talked about theories and new facts, annoying your other two companions with lots of technical terms and late night conversations. You had come to the point where you saw her as your best friend. Harry was like a brother to you by now. You were always honest with each other, joked a lot and had conversations about the most ridiculous things. Ron was also a close friend and you often practised spells together.

A noise from behind you snapped you out of your thoughts and reached for your wand. “Guys? Is that you?” you called out but nobody answered. You looked around, trying to find the origin of the sound but you saw nothing. Your breath was visible each time you exhaled and you shivered. Something was wrong. You started walking again, more alert, adrenaline rushing through your body. They had to be somewhere around here. You could feel it. Suddenly, the last sunlight of the day was drowned out and you shuddered as the air around you got ice cold. The edges of the leaves below your feet were covered with small ice crystals and you could hear heavy breathing behind you. Your mind was running and your heart racing. It was so close, too close. The memories had distracted you so you hadn’t noticed the slight changes and now you had no chance to run anymore. You gripped your wand tightly and whipped around but it was right in front of you. Black cloak soft blowing in a breeze that wasn’t there. The horrifying long fingers reminded you of spider legs and they reached out to you. Before you could lift your wand to defend yourself, all the energy was drained from your body. You slumped to your knees and only wanted to scream but there was no air in your lungs. It felt as if you were suffocating while your mind was overrun by agony, pain and overwhelming fear. For a short second the feeling lessened but then came back again with full force. You fell onto your side and felt as if your body was pulled apart, as if your soul was ripped right out. All of your doubts and fears tumbled down on you and you wanted to cry and scream. Never in your live had you felt this helpless and vulnerable. Slowly, you closed your eyes as the exhaustion took over your body, only seeing the appalling creature coming closer. The last thing you felt before falling unconscious was a sudden burst of warmth and light, then the darkness fell around you.

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“How are they?” a quiet voice asked, not far away, maybe on the other side of the room, dulled by your throbbing head and the drumming in your ears. You realized it belonged to Harry. “Still cold. I was barely on time.” Now, Hermione was talking. She was closer and you tried to concentrate on their voices to stay awake. Or at least in whatever state you were in now. “But why was a dementor out here? And why would it attack Y/N?” Ron asked, sounding concerned. A moment of silence and you feared you were pulled back into the darkness for a second, then Hermione continued. “Well, as far as we know, You-know-who has control over the Ministry. If the Deatheaters know we were separated after sneaking in, they might have tried to take them down to weaken and discourage us. Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to kill us.” The others hummed in agreement and you felt the feeling of your body coming back. Slowly, you stretched and your slight stirring alerted Hermione, who apparently had been sitting next to you. “Y/N? Can you hear me? How are you feeling?” You opened your eyes and blinked slowly, rubbing a heavy hand over your face. “As if I had a fistfight with the Whomping Willow” you mumbled and she huffed out a quiet laugh. “You almost were kissed by a dementor and are still making jokes. You’ll be fine” she stated and helped you sit up on the bed.

Only now you could take a look around. You were inside the tent, Hermione sitting on the edge of your cot, Harry on the one opposite yours and Ron was leaning against the table. They looked relieved and you cleared your throat. “So, what exactly happened?” you asked, looking from one to the other. Harry crossed his arms and leaned back. “We noticed a change outside and wanted to investigate, then we saw you getting attacked. Hermione was the first one to get her wand out, summoned a Patronus and saved your life. It was pretty impressive.” You looked at her and smiled slightly. “I guess I have to thank you then. I really appreciate it.” She rolled her eyes and slightly slapped your shoulder. Ron grinned and said “Yeah and while Hermione was worrying over you, I prepared something for you. You should thank me as well.” He stood up and offered you a cup with hot chocolate inside. You accepted it, wrapping your cold fingers around the cup. “Thank you very much, Mr Weasley” you added and he laughed slightly. “My pleasure.” You quickly took a sip from the cup and sighed as the warmth spread through you. “This is awesome. So, what are we doing now?” you asked, slightly tilting your head. Harry shrugged slightly. “Well, we’re complete again, I guess we should continue our search. Unless you want to tap out” he teased and you raised an eyebrow. “You wish. I said, I’d go ‘til the end and I intend to keep that promise. You better watch out, maybe I’m the one saving one of you next time.”The leaves rustled as you stepped on them and looked around. The forest seemed endless, you were exhausted and hungry and a feeling of dread sat in the back of your mind. You had been aimlessly wandering around the forest for four days, trying to find the rest of your small group after being separated during a very hurried escape from the Ministry. You rubbed across your forehead and sighed. Your body was aching and you yearned for a fire but you had to keep going, had to find your friends.During the fifth year, you had been transferred to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny after your parents had divorced and your mother had taken you back to where she originally came from. You were sorted into Gryffindor and had clicked fairly early on with the famous Harry Potter and his friends Hermione and Ron. That was also the reason for you to be at the wedding of Ron’s brother Bill, the reason you had fled with the three and continued their search for Hocruxes by their side. They had told you about everything they had known shortly before the wedding and you had agreed to follow them if possible or necessary. During your time on the run, you and Hermione had found that the two of you had more in common than originally anticipated and became really close friends. You shared her love for books and knowledge which is why your mother expected you to end up in Ravenclaw. Still, you were a Gryffindor and you believed it was because being stubborn as a mule was a family trait but you could only guess the Sorting Hat’s reasons. If you had some time on your hand you talked about theories and new facts, annoying your other two companions with lots of technical terms and late night conversations. You had come to the point where you saw her as your best friend. Harry was like a brother to you by now. You were always honest with each other, joked a lot and had conversations about the most ridiculous things. Ron was also a close friend and you often practised spells together.A noise from behind you snapped you out of your thoughts and reached for your wand. “Guys? Is that you?” you called out but nobody answered. You looked around, trying to find the origin of the sound but you saw nothing. Your breath was visible each time you exhaled and you shivered. Something was wrong. You started walking again, more alert, adrenaline rushing through your body. They had to be somewhere around here. You could feel it. Suddenly, the last sunlight of the day was drowned out and you shuddered as the air around you got ice cold. The edges of the leaves below your feet were covered with small ice crystals and you could hear heavy breathing behind you. Your mind was running and your heart racing. It was so close, too close. The memories had distracted you so you hadn’t noticed the slight changes and now you had no chance to run anymore. You gripped your wand tightly and whipped around but it was right in front of you. Black cloak soft blowing in a breeze that wasn’t there. The horrifying long fingers reminded you of spider legs and they reached out to you. Before you could lift your wand to defend yourself, all the energy was drained from your body. You slumped to your knees and only wanted to scream but there was no air in your lungs. It felt as if you were suffocating while your mind was overrun by agony, pain and overwhelming fear. For a short second the feeling lessened but then came back again with full force. You fell onto your side and felt as if your body was pulled apart, as if your soul was ripped right out. All of your doubts and fears tumbled down on you and you wanted to cry and scream. Never in your live had you felt this helpless and vulnerable. Slowly, you closed your eyes as the exhaustion took over your body, only seeing the appalling creature coming closer. The last thing you felt before falling unconscious was a sudden burst of warmth and light, then the darkness fell around you.---“How are they?” a quiet voice asked, not far away, maybe on the other side of the room, dulled by your throbbing head and the drumming in your ears. You realized it belonged to Harry. “Still cold. I was barely on time.” Now, Hermione was talking. She was closer and you tried to concentrate on their voices to stay awake. Or at least in whatever state you were in now. “But why was a dementor out here? And why would it attack Y/N?” Ron asked, sounding concerned. A moment of silence and you feared you were pulled back into the darkness for a second, then Hermione continued. “Well, as far as we know, You-know-who has control over the Ministry. If the Deatheaters know we were separated after sneaking in, they might have tried to take them down to weaken and discourage us. Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to kill us.” The others hummed in agreement and you felt the feeling of your body coming back. Slowly, you stretched and your slight stirring alerted Hermione, who apparently had been sitting next to you. “Y/N? Can you hear me? How are you feeling?” You opened your eyes and blinked slowly, rubbing a heavy hand over your face. “As if I had a fistfight with the Whomping Willow” you mumbled and she huffed out a quiet laugh. “You almost were kissed by a dementor and are still making jokes. You’ll be fine” she stated and helped you sit up on the bed. Only now you could take a look around. You were inside the tent, Hermione sitting on the edge of your cot, Harry on the one opposite yours and Ron was leaning against the table. They looked relieved and you cleared your throat. “So, what exactly happened?” you asked, looking from one to the other. Harry crossed his arms and leaned back. “We noticed a change outside and wanted to investigate, then we saw you getting attacked. Hermione was the first one to get her wand out, summoned a Patronus and saved your life. It was pretty impressive.” You looked at her and smiled slightly. “I guess I have to thank you then. I really appreciate it.” She rolled her eyes and slightly slapped your shoulder. Ron grinned and said “Yeah and while Hermione was worrying over you, I prepared something for you. You should thank me as well.” He stood up and offered you a cup with hot chocolate inside. You accepted it, wrapping your cold fingers around the cup. “Thank you very much, Mr Weasley” you added and he laughed slightly. “My pleasure.” You quickly took a sip from the cup and sighed as the warmth spread through you. “This is awesome. So, what are we doing now?” you asked, slightly tilting your head. Harry shrugged slightly. “Well, we’re complete again, I guess we should continue our search. Unless you want to tap out” he teased and you raised an eyebrow. “You wish. I said, I’d go ‘til the end and I intend to keep that promise. You better watch out, maybe I’m the one saving one of you next time.”

[ahlis-xiv]

Prompt #24 - Standing In Line

“I’m going out, then.”

“Why…”

“Because if you can’t be bothered to have the chirurgeon summoned and you rather sit in bed all day due to that raging migraine of yours I’m going to do something about it.”

Ahlis moved about in the darkened bedroom where the heavy curtains had been drawn to keep both cold and light from infiltrating the room. In the bed lay Alyx’s prone body, an arm crossed over her head where her eyes lay shoved into the crook of her elbow.

“I’m also taking your cloak.”

“Again I ask, why?”

“Because it’s warmer than my own.”

“Then,” Alyx groaned lightly from where she rested in the bed. It hurt to talk, or do anything for that matter…but true to form it hardly kept her from trying. “Get your own, for pity’s sake.”

“I will…someday, after this run to the Crozier.”

With that Ahlis retrieved the fur-lined cloak from where it was hung by the door and draped it over her body, pulling the hood to cover her head and hair entirely. She carefully left the manor, stepped out into the cold Coerthan weather and briskly crossed through the Pillars. 

She couldn’t help but draw the dark cloak closer to her body and revel in its warmth. It was large and heavy for her frame, more suited to a woman of Alyx’s proportions but Ahlis appreciated the extra room and give the woolen fabric lent to her even if it was only slight. 

I could do without the fur, though, she thought to herself as felt the soft hairs that served as the fluffy trim lightly tickled her cheeks and forehead as the wind touched them. It was a necessity in such climate, as much as she didn’t care for it; good furs could prove invaluable. 

The Jeweled Crozier proved busy that day as she watched numerous citizens gathering about at some of the newer seasonable fare that had been erected for the sake of the oncoming holiday. Ahlis was once again reminded that Starlight would be soon upon them and yet she had nothing planned or anything to show for it yet. If she had to be honest the very idea of celebrating and gift-giving made her anxious.

But enough of that, she told herself: she pressed onward and ignored the growing lines of people waiting to try the season’s first sales of holiday breads and treats at the bakery as well as the crafting booths that sold and designed holiday decor for the home. The apothecary was her destination and from the looks of the storefront it hardly seem busy at all.

“Thank goodness for that,” Ahlis said quietly as she approached and began browsing their offerings after a brief exchange of pleasantries with a basket handed to her to hold whatever she wished to purchase from what was available.

It wasn’t her wish to waste time there, simply for Alyx’s sake, so she asked immediately if any tinctures or poultices were readily available. The apothecary and owner of the shop, Pienne, set about working on formulating a number of them right then and there for Ahlis, fresh and ready for use. It wasn’t difficult to wait for her items to be ready, considering all the other herbs and curiosities the storefront possessed, such as various potions and antidotes; Ahlis debated purchasing some of those as well. She was apparently so interested in determining what strength of ether draughts she ought to buy that she didn’t notice the arrival of another behind her until it was too late to prevent the gloved hand that gently grasped her shoulder without a word.

Ahlis whipped around in a flash, arm raised as if to strike whoever dared touch her without permission when she realized it was none other than–

“Aymeric?”

The lord commander could not help but step back at Alyx’s–no–Ahlis’s reaction towards him with eyes clearly widened in bewilderment at who he saw in front of him as opposed to who he expected.

“Forgive me,” Aymeric started to say as Ahlis lowered her hand, “I believed you to be–”

“Someone else. Of course…”

A sort of awkwardness fell between them as Ahlis quickly turned back to Pienne who, as luck would have it, managed to already finish preparing the much-needed remedies she asked for. Paying for them and forgetting to bother with any of the potions she considered before, she returned the basket and moved to go along her away.

“I apologize for startling you. I truly was mistaken.” Aymeric spoke once more in an attempt to better reconcile the situation between them. An act Ahlis couldn’t help but feel all the more irritated over despite her desire not to fall into a spell of agitation over the man.

She stopped in her steps and turned to regard him again. Aymeric took that as his cue to follow along with her as she walked.

“You were only half mistaken,” Ahlis said after a moment when he reached her to fall in step side by side. “This is her cloak, after all.”

“So it is. It has a memorable quality to it.”

Ahlis didn’t quite scoff at the remark but it did amuse her.

“What is truly interesting, to me, is that you still made such a blunder when she is clearly taller than I,” Ahlis mused aloud. “Perhaps it was your, eagerness to see her that made you commit such an oversight…”

There was a pause, albeit a brief one, before Aymeric spoke again.

“Perhaps.”

Ahlis allowed herself to smirk then, knowing her expression was hidden. How predictable.

(Alyx Vance mentioned and written with permission from @emilyplaysgames)

[hiekkis-blog1]

Sun god Prompto

This is a FF XV/Percy Jackson Au no-one asked for. I was listening to Prompto’s voice actor Robbie Daymond reading The Trials of Apollo, The Hidden Oracle, and I came up with this silly Au. Listening to that voice being vain, self centered and whiny was wayyyy too fun. 

Not betaed, all mistakes mine. Also, apparently I can’t write anything in this fandom without turning it into promnis. Rated T.

Sun god Prompto

“How is he doing?” Gladio voiced their common concern when the doctor left their shared bedroom. Ignis was unaccountably silent and Noctis was guilt ridden, leaving the shield to speak.

 “He’s had a severe electric shock, yet he has managed to escape severe burns. I suggest that you keep an eye on him for tonight. He should wake up sometime tonight or tomorrow at the latest. If he doesn't wake up by mid-day, bring him to the hospital. He'll need an IV for nourishment. However, I doubt things will progress that far." Doctor didn't mention that a recent surge of daemon and magitek attacks had filled the hospital to full capacity, and they really didn't have time or space for a patient who absolutely didn't need to be there. "I've seen a lot worse burns on the power plant workers. Your friend should be fine with some rest. Full extent of his possible neural damage is impossible to say while he hasn't regained his consciousness. We'll do a checkup in the hospital just in case."

 “Thank you, doctor." Ignis managed to say.

 "How did you say your friend got injured?" doctor queried. They had somehow avoided the specifics earlier, when they had returned to Lestallum and Leville after a hunt gone horribly wrong.

 "A hunting accident with some coeurls" Ignis replied.

 They had been fighting against a pack of vicious coeurls when the magiteck troops had joined the fray. The fight had dragged on and on until Noctis had managed to attain some godly help from the Astrals. They had been relieved when they had seen the Fulgurian's silhouette loom in the sky, but their reprieve had turned in to horror when, in addition to magiteks and monsters, the thunder god had attacked their gunner. Prompto had been sprinting though the fight when the lightning bolt hit him square in the chest and had expanded all around him, killing all their enemies. Ignis had run to his boyfriend’s side while the earth was still blackened and crackling, elixir on the ready. The fight was over, but Noctis had been too shocked to do anything. Even an elixir hadn't done more than a first aid. Prince's best friend didn't regain consciousness and Gladio had to carry him back to Regalia. Noctis had broken all speed limits while driving them back.

"He's going to be okay?" Noctis asked, hating how weak his voice sounded. He hadn't meant for the Astral to blast his friend. Usually only his spells did that and they never did this much damage. The Astrals were supposed to have a much better finesse with this kind of thing! They had never targeted his friends before.

 "I can see no physical reason why not. As I said, just give him some time. He got shocked so recently that it is a miracle if he wakes up before tomorrow anyway." The doctor left after making them promise to bring Prompto in tomorrow, when they would be better prepared to receive him at the hospital. Ignis was unhappy with the result, even though a very small voice in his head that was always on top of their monetary situation was pointing out the tiny bright side. He didn't want to think about money when his loved one needed medical attention. But his elixir had helped, right? That was why there hadn't been any physical damage and doctor could be so relaxed. She had said it. No any visual physical damage and exhaustion wasn't any news when it came to relying on healing items. Prompto was just resting.

 *  * *  *  *

 Apollo woke up feeling miserable. Everywhere hurt and he had a splitting head ached. On the positive side, he was in a soft, queen sized bed, and he had someone in the said bed with him. It was dark, so the headache wasn't aggravated by more light. He turned around to see a man, taller than he was, with a tawny hair and beautiful face, had draped his arm around his waist. Well, this certainly an improvement to the last time he had been exiled to be a mortal. Maybe his father truly loved him for allowing him such a companion from the very beginning of this punishment.

 There was a rustling noise coming from another bed he hadn't noticed earlier. In the dim light he could make out the shapes of two more young men. Bigger one had some truly spectacular inkwork in his skin. He would be more than happy to experiment and explore everywhere on that fine sculpture of a male anatomy. After all, he loved the arts. Maybe these men were muses in male form? He would have to find out later.

 Carefully he slipped out from under the arm holding him loosely. Or tried to, at least. The arm around him tightened, holding him tighter against a nicely toned chest. This was off to a good start! He turned around to give a languid kiss to a stranger in his bed.

 "Hello gorgeous," he muttered when the man answered his kisses, held him closer, then jerked back.

 "Prompto? How are you feeling?" the man asked, retreating a bit and scrutinizing him.

 "Hush, I’m feeling fine. Let me taste those lips." Apollo leaned back to kiss him. Man was certainly handsome and had his priorities in order. It had been a while since a mortal's first words had been over his welfare. Oh yes, this was certainly an improvement.

 Except the handsome stranger drew back and help him at arm’s length, his shiny green eyes suspicious. "What are you doing? Noct and Gladio are in the same room with us."

 "Doesn’t bother me" Apollo smiled lazily. "They can join us in pleasure if they so please."

 "You're not yourself." the man reached for the nightstand and took a pair of spectacles that had been resting over it. He scrambled out of bed and lit a small lamp. Soft glow filled the room and Apollo could admire his reluctant lover. They were lovers, right? But why would they be wearing pajamas if they were? The other man must be shy then, due to the other men's sleeping presence.

 "You’re up to speed fast. Are you shy? I can make them sleep undisturbed until the morning if that's the case."

 “Prompto. In the name of The Six, what the hell is wrong with you?” Now spectacled man pulled away. He sounded angry. That couldn’t be. Finding a half-naked sun god in your bed shouldn’t be upsetting, it should be joyous. Apollo stretched lazily and sat up.

 “It’s like you said. I’m not the usual habitant of this body. I’m Apollo.” His declaration made his companion dumbstruck. Naturally, now that they knew who he was, they’d be awestruck and provide him with pleasing sacrifices and offer to fulfill his every whim. Curious, the man didn’t get on his knees, but sat on the bed and put his hand very gently on his forehead.

 “The doctor never mentioned any psychological problems as a side effect.” He mumbled in a quiet voice. Apollo felt humiliated and slapped the hand away.

 “I’m the god of sun, arts and healing. I can assure you, I don’t have a psychological disorder.” He rose from the bed as gracefully as he possibly could, only trip over the cover that was laying on the floor. He could feel his cheeks burning from embarrassment. “I see my presence upsets you. Let no one say I’m not gracious or sensitive. I’ll be in the bathroom while you can collect yourself.” So saying he rose from the floor and left the room. He felt shaky and dizzy. What had this body been doing?

 Light bulb showed a pathetic small bathroom. No gold or fresh flowers anywhere. What a dump. Apollo washed his face and reached for a towel hanging from a railing over a bath tub. He peered at the foggy mirror.

 Slowly he let the towel drop and leaned over to watch closer, wiping the fog away from the mirror. This couldn’t be happening.

 *  * *  *  *

 In the other room, Noctis and Gladio woke up to a blood curdling scream. Both stumbled out of the bed battle ready, summoning weapons and looking for the threat. Had the MT’s attacked the hotel? Was Loqi on their trail? Ignis was already running to the bathroom, and yanked the door open to find shirtless Prompto covering his face and staring wide eyed at the mirror.

 “NO! DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!”

 “Prompto!” Noctis barreled inside. “Man, are you all right? What happened?”

 “DON’T LOOK AT ME, I’M HIDEOUS!”  Everyone froze, not believing their eyes. Prompto sobbed. “I have a face and body of a monster. These blemishes are everywhere!” Noctis was amused by his friends problem, mainly because he was so relieved to find his best friend had finally woken up.

 “Dude, you’ve always had freckles. Iggy loves them.” A cough from the advisor. “Why are you freaking out? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

 “Then this ‘Iggy’ has a remarkably bad taste. This body is hideous! It’s short and has a flab instead of my eight pack! It still has ZITS!!!” Prompto had leaned over the sink and wailed again as he saw his visage. One of those spots was definitely a red spot. “And will you look at these arms? These are not the arms of the best archer in the universe. They are way too weak!” Gladio had joined them and looked at the blonde wailing at the glass.

 “Knock it off blondie. You know how we react to false alarms.” Gladios’s voice was harsh. “This isn’t a right time for your sudden drama.” Prompto made a rude humph sound.

 “Like expected from a son of Ares.” Gladio’s face turned in to a grimace. He never talked about his dead father and didn’t appreciate his dad being called names. Even when he didn’t understand the reference. “And these scars! Stretchmarks are just as unacceptable as flab. Despicable!”

 “Scars are just another kind of memory…” Ignis tried to quote Prompto’s own philosophy back at him, but he sounded angry. Only Noct had heard Ignis that angry. Ignis has balled his hands in to fists, trying to hold on to the last shreds of his self-control.

  “Dude, why are you talking like a videogame character?” Noctis beat Gladio for an answer.

 “He has been acting out of character ever since he woke up. I think we should take him to hospital sooner later than later. Maybe the lightning bolt triggered a schizophrenia or there must be some other reasonable explanation.” Ignis turned to Noctis, pointedly not looking at his boyfriend.

 “I’m not acting out of character and I don’t need to go to a hospital! I doubt this little backwater town has a hospital of such renown that any of my children work here.” Propmto huffed when Ignis ignored him. “Silly mortals, who do you think I am?”

 “Until this night, we thought you were our friend.” Gladio growled. “Who do you think you are?”

 “I am Apollo. The sun god. Patron of music, archery and healing.”

 “That’s a character from the Percy Jackson games.” Noctis recognized. “Knock it out, Apollo was always so annoying.”

 “What!?” Apollo squeaked, indignant. “You have a game of Olympian gods and it’s named after a demigod? No, no, no! It should be The Amazing Adventures of Apollo.”

 “Noctis, pray tell what is going on. You seem to be only one understanding his nonsense.” Ignis was pinching the bridge of his nose.

 “It’s a RPG. Main character is this dude, Percy, who finds out he is half a god and he goes to this camp Half Blood, where everyone is a demigod.” Noctis’s sleepiness evaporated when he started talking about his games.

 “That place exists. My children have been trained there.” Apollo commented but was ignored.

 “Basically, the game is about his adventures when he tries to save the world from destruction. Trying to make all the selfish and arrogant gods cooperate isn’t easy. It’s like they want to die.”

 “HEY!” Apollo protested.

 “Are these so called gods The Astrals?” Ignis inquired.

 “Nah, they’re make believe. They’re called god’s of Olympus and they are like a really big, crazy family. Their leader is Zeus, a thunder god. Kind of Like Ramuh except he likes to have kids with all weird creatures.”

 “Can we please not talk about my dad’s sex life? Or call my whole my family make believe while were at it?” Apollo whined. “This mortal thing is way too embarrassing to begin with, you don’t have to try and make it worse with your ignorance.”

 “Do you think this is because of the lightning bolt?” Gladio asked Ignis and Noctis, completely ignoring the whiney blonde.

 “Definitely, we need to get him to hospital as soon as possible. He could be danger to himself at this point.” Ignis declared. “We should take him now.”

 “But what if he is right and this actually is Apollo and not Prompto? Is it possible that the Fulgurian could have changed them?” That led to a long argument between the three of them. Ignis refused to entertain even slightest possibility, that his boyfriend’s body had just changed the hosts. Noctis pointed out that Apollo was also a god of prophesy, and he really could use some help with one. Gladio asked Apollo to prove his godhood so they could solve this. That led to Apollo punching Gladio’s shoulder and then freaking out that his super strength was gone. He had also bruised his knuckles with the punch and Ignis ended up dragging him to the Hospital in the middle of the night.

  AN: I have no idea where I’m going with this one, if this will stay as a one shot or morph into a longer fic. If you like it, let me know! I’m also open for prompts for this one.