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Buddie Begins Episode
OKAY. If you have seen my Bingo Card for S8 (here), then you will have seen my proposed Buddie Begins episode.
I am here, to explain myself, and go into more depth regarding my â¨visionâ¨
If anyone here is in the Grey's Fandom, you will be more than aware of the Japril Movie storyline they did (which, 11/10 I love so much), so I am envisioning the same kinda vibe.
I did discuss this with my love @thetangycheesemanwithaplan last season, but obviously it was short and they crammed in a lot, so this season, I expect, more.
NOW, don't get me wrong, I am a hardcore BuckTommy shipper. Kinkley, BuckTommy, every thing, I am here for it. I do not want Tommy to go anywhere... but... I wouldn't be opposed to Buddie happening.
It's been a while since I have had a ship to sink my teeth into and Buddie will forever hold such a special place in my heart. I do not want BuckTommy to break up, but, I also would love Buddie to happen.
So basically, I am gonna be heartbroken/happy either way.
NOW, onto my Buddie Begins episode.
I want, a realisation, and then, FLASHBACKS. I am talking, from season 2 onwards flashbacks- with Buck's perspective of Shannon, and Eddie during Buck's bombing recovery, the two during the lawsuit era, Buck helping Eddie after the snipper, Eddie and Chris during Buck's coma, just, so many flashbacks.
I want to see outside perspective POV's of their friendship, I want present snippets of whoever has their realisation talking to Hen/Bobby about it.
I want a Buddie story. I want the writers to recognise what they have built over these past few years and make something out of it. Picture your favourite Buddie edit on TikTok, but as a full 45 minute episode. I want the producers to give us a movie poster like Grey's did, make a spectacle out of Buddie coming to life.
Some may say this is a copy of Grey's, but this is done in so many shows. So many shows have flashback episodes showing people's relationships and how they got to where they are. (special mention to the flashback episode in Castle of them reflecting on their relationship when Kate is legit about to die).
You want Buddie to be big, this could make it big. ABC have the potential to take one of the best slowburn relationships created in a TV show and actually give it to the audience, and I feel like if they do it, they need to do it properly.
I have not been pining over Buddie for all these years for the writers to not make it the biggest thing.
Think about it. Cause I am. A lot. All the time. More than I should. I am writing this while in work, because this is on my mind and I think it should be on your mind too.
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King the silly guys, Lupin III!
(for @dying-suffering-french-stalkers)
#lupin the 3rd#Of course I had to give him a silly pose. He is the silliest guy. A tangle of limbs in a nice Italian suit.#I have such fond memories of watching the Lupin III movies with friends.#Actually...It's really touching to be able to draw fanart for the series. A homage to a special memory.#Thank you for giving me this opportunity! Seeing your icon (Goemon) has been a true treat in my notifs this last year.#Yes I was a Lupin fan this whole time! I started with part 5 so I am not a particularly old fan.#(I had a little bonus comic to go with this of the rest of the crew but I ran out of time to polish it up...perhaps another day.)#For everyone else; I highly recommend watching 'A Women Named Fuijko Mine'. Mind the content warnings though.#It is very dark but a really *really* fantastic deconstruction on the femme fatale archetype. Not to mention visually stunning.#Castle of Cagliostro is a good recommendation if you want something more lighthearted.#And with that...raffle week has come to a close! Thank you all for waiting and participating!
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Youâre Jealous
 Summary: You get jealous of someone else in his life.
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid
Genre: Slight Angst // Fluff
CW: None // SFW
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Luffy:
He never told you Boa Hancock was in love with him, and when you find out, you have to remove yourself from the situation before you have an emotional outburst and start something with the Pirate Empress. The problem is, you donât even know which emotion will spill out of you. Finding out the worldâs most beautiful woman, and a powerful Warlord, no less, is desperate to marry Luffy is a whirlwind, to say the least. Luffy can seem clueless at times, but his emotional intelligence is through the roof, and he picks up on what has you upset almost straight away. He knows to give you some space, and when he senses youâre ready, he approaches you with a handful of wildflowers he picked. He doesnât really say much, just pulls you into a hug, presses a few kisses into your cheek and temple, and says in your ear, âyouâre my girl.âÂ
Zoro:
He didnât mention Perona was also at Mihawkâs castle for those two years until a few months after the crew gets together. He tells a story that features her, and you realize there was a woman keeping him company. Your heart drops into your stomach. Zoro insists he didnât mention her because he didnât think she was relevant; the only thing Perona did those two years was annoy him. Heâs actually the one who wonât let it go, not you (even though you are pretty jealous). Whereas youâd prefer not to talk about it, Zoro is wracked with guilt because heâd never considered the whole thing in a relationship context. Him fretting constantly over it actually heals your jealousy because you realize youâve never seen him panic over the prospect of hurting anyone elseâs feelings.Â
Sanji:
Even with a third eye, Pudding is stunning. And Sanji almost married her. It was before you two were together, but listening to the stories from Whole Cake, hearing how close he came to marrying another woman, knowing she really did fall in love with his kind heart and wonderful cooking, turns you into a little green monster. You know you shouldnât feel jealous of a woman youâve never met before, a woman Sanji chose not to marry, but you canât help it. Sanji is completely shocked that you would feel jealous over his relationship (if it could even be called that) with Pudding, though after thinking about it some more, he does realize why you might be jealous that he had a fiancĂŠ. His solution is to bring you a bouquet of roses and walk you through the dark details of his life, telling you things heâs never outright told anyone, so you understand the special place you have in his life.Â
Ace:
He collects people without trying, and often times, without realizing, either. Ace thinks heâs just making friends, but you see the way the women he laughs and shares drinks with are drawn to him like plants to the sun. He promises them freedom and adventure (and he has a very nice laugh), and you can see how it excites them. You donât really mind it, knowing Ace well enough to see the way he holds those women at armâs length, even if he seems close with them (such is the magic of Fire First Ace). But Yamato makes you jealous. Itâs not hearing the way they laughed together but hearing the way they fought that gets to you. You know how Ace lives to fight and even just roughhouse, you know how heâs a rough and tumble guy, and you worry youâre not tough enough. Should you be punching his arm when he makes a joke? Should you be trying to trip him out on deck? What should you be doing? When you finally come clean with Ace about whatâs been bothering you, he actually laughs. âIf I wanted to be with someone who gives me hell, Iâd be sleeping in Marcoâs cabin every night. Besides,â he says, scooping you up in his arms, âI like being able to manhandle you.âÂ
Sabo:
Sabo is a flirt, and you knew that going into your relationship. It actually doesnât bother you when he flashes that charming smile of his at someone else or swoops in to save a damsel in distress (a speciality of his) and even serves to entertain, especially on the rare occasions his flirtations are rebuked. What does bother you, though, is his tight relationship with Koala. You know itâs ridiculous to be envious, you know Koala would sooner saw off her arm than kiss the man she considers her irksome big brother, but theyâve known each other since they were little kids, and Koala has been through so much with Sabo that the pair have such a close bond. Itâs not the angry kind of jealousy that bubbles up in you when Koala mentions something about Saboâs past that she assumes you know but you donât, just the sad kind that you try to keep to yourself. Surprisingly, Sabo notices, though you donât realize until he hugs you from behind and mumbles in your ear that heâs glad youâre the only one who knows he has a skincare routine, his silly words diffusing your mood and acting as the exact affirmation you needed. If itâs not enough, though, heâll happily prove his loyalty to you by challenging Koala to a karate match, though. Â
Law:
Dr. Law and Dr. Robin sure do get along well- so well, in fact, you canât help but wonder if they are better suited to each other than you and him. Even if they didnât have such good chemistry, it would be impossible not to feel a touch of jealousy toward the archeologist. Sheâs intelligent, beautiful, fiercely loyal, a member of the Straw Hats, and has an impressive bounty that she earned even before she became a pirate. Needless to say, you find yourself brooding when the Robin brings him a beer and sits down beside him to discuss the immune systems of fishmen, a topic both are rather interested in. Of course, youâre interested in that, too, thus the reason Law realizes something is wrong when you donât participate in the conversation. He ends up excusing the two of you and taking you to bed, worrying you had too much to drink, the thought you may be jealous never once occurring to him. You end up not saying anything (many thing in your relationship with Law being unspoken) and just sleeping it off, the fact that he excused the two of you proof enough of his loyalty.Â
Kid:
He doesnât ever talk about his first love, Victoria. In fact, you didnât even know she existed until Killer got drunk one night and began speaking of his dearly departed. What he didnât mention was that Kid, too, had been in love with her. It only comes up the next night when you mention it to Wire, who mentions it was the death of his first love, Victoria, that put Kid on the war path and united the first four members of the Kid Pirates. Realizing Wire messed up, Heat chimes in to say, âheâd do the same for you.â But youâre not convinced, mainly because Kid never told you any of this. It tears you apart, leaves you tossing and turning for nights on end, until you finally burst into Kidâs workshop one night ranting about how he doesnât trust you and holds you at armâs length. âHeat says youâd do the same for me, but-â Kid cuts you off and says, âI wouldnât do the same, Iâd do worse. Much, much worse.â And from the wicked gleam in his eye, youâre inclined to believe him.Â
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hi, ok i have another idea for a fic which again totally up to you to write!! but i had an idea with dad!james and r where their kid is like equally obsessed with their mum as james is with r and one day james decides to prank their kid by saying something bad about the r while their kid is present and the baby just goes off. i feel like you would do an amazing job with this! feel free to ignore too. have a perfectly splendid day!!
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"the baby just goes off" painted a hilarious picture of an infant yelling at his dad in my mind lmao. ty for the request this warmed my heart to write + special thanks to @moonpascal for chatting a little about kids, gave me the reassurance & inspiration i needed
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James gladly goes out of his way to mention to anyone who will listen that his little one is unmistakably a Mummy's boy. From family to friends to the poor souls who bag his groceries, James will talk the ear off of anyone he can.
He finds it to be the most endearing thing in the worldâ the way that your son is as obsessed with you as James is. Always staying close and clinging to you, touching affection radiating from every hug and smile.
Today, as he watches his son run back and forth across the carpet, handing his mother block after block just to see her face light up after each gift, his awe and admiration are insurmountable.
Last night, James surprised you with a pair of earrings that you have been wishing for. When your face lit up upon receiving the little leatherette box, so did your son's. He didn't quite understand why you were so excited about some cube, but since then he's been trying to replicate your excitement with presents of his own.
"Oh my! Another one! Thank you, buddy," you beam, you're gratefulness and delight unwavering as he hands you the sixth block.
Your son giggles, bouncing in his spot as you inspect each side of the little wooden toy, telling him how much you adore the blue penguin painted on one of its faces.
That's another thing that touches James' heart: the tender nurture and care that you bestow upon your son with such unwavering devotion and warmth. It has James convinced that you must be the best mum in the entire world.
He might just melt at the sight of you now, kneeling happily in front of a growing pile of blocks as your son scurries back and forth, adding to your collection. James sits cross-legged to your right, resting his elbow on his knee and laying his head in his hand, watching the two he loves most in the world with hearts in his eyes.
You gasp, as if surprised when handed block number seven. "Oh, this is my favorite one yet. How did you know I love zebras?" you ask, your thumb tracing over the red acrylic paint on the side of the block.
By the time you have twelve, nearly half of his collection, you say, "I have a lot of blocks here, buddy, do you want to give some to Daddy?"
"No!" your son protests immediately, running off to his toy box for the thirteenth time.
You and James both chuckle, exchanging amused glances. Finding your son's reaction hilarious, Jamesâs mischievous side has him dreaming up new ways to push his buttons. Your son thinks the world of you, and James is curious to see what the little guy will do if he claims otherwise.
"Well, what am I gonna do with all of this? Should I..."
You leave your son in suspense for a moment, and his hands hover over his toy box as looks at you, hanging onto your every word in anticipation.
"...build a castle!?"
âYeah!â your son cheers, scooping three more blocks into his arms, thrilled to supply the bricks for your castle.
James nudges you, a sign of his upcoming playfulness. âYou sure about that, bud? Mummy is absolutely rotten at building castles.â
Halfway across the carpet, your son stops in his tracks, glaring at his father as he tries to keep his blocks from falling out of his arms.
Stifling a laugh, you press your fingertips to your lips. By now, youâre used to Jamesâ bursts of mischief, and youâre more than happy to sit back and let them play out. Unless youâre an active participant, of course.
You muster up a scandalized gasp as he reaches for your mountain of presents, claiming three blocks in one hand.
âNo!â your little one complains, rushing to drop his three in your lap to replace the ones that James stole, âthose are Mummyâs!â
âYou sure Mummy deserves all these blocks?â James asks, starting to stack them into a tower, âYou watch, Iâll build a castle thatâll make herâs look like rubbish.â
Your son hastily makes his way over to his dad, both arms extended as he collides with the tower and sends the blocks flying. "Stop it," he says as he scoops up the nearest block and runs it back over to you, shouting, "Mummy's castles are the best!"
He climbs into your lap, clutching onto the toy tightly as one of your arms wraps around him, and you feel your heart start to melt as you rub soothing circles into his back. You look over your son's head, your eyes sparkling with affection as you meet your husband's tender gaze.
Not having the heart to mess with him for very long, James concedes, "You're right, I'm not being very nice, am I?"
"Nuh-uh!" your son replies, shaking his head with exaggeratedly vigor, the curls he gets from his dad bouncing about.
"What can I do to make it up to her?" James asks, turning the ordeal into a subtle lesson as he dramatically feigns sorrow and despair over his actions.
"'Pologize," your son commands, his head swiveling to look at James expectantly over his shoulder.
James puts on his most sheepish, apologetic smile, looking from his son to you. "I'm very sorry. He's right, your castles are the best. Can you forgive me, love?"
"Aw, of course I forgive you," you say warmly, your amusement manifesting as a wide smile. You lean back so you can get a good view of your son's face when you tell him, "You know, I bet what Daddy really wants is to build a castle with us. I love your presents, bud, but we don't want to leave Daddy out do we?"
He looks down at the block in his little hand. "No," he replies shyly.
"So why don't you ask him to build a castle with us?" You give him a pat on the back before releasing him from your arms. "Go on," you coax.
He steps closer to James, holding the block close to his chest. "We can all build a castle," he offers.
"Yeah?" James' face lights up, and it's not for show. Genuine joy takes over his features as he ruffles your son's hair, responding, "I'd love nothing more, little man."
"But you have to be nice to Mummy!" he demands, his little voice firm and earnest as he looks up at James with wide, serious eyes.
"I promise, I will be on my best behavior," James assures him, his voice sincere as he gives a playful salute. That's enough for your son, because he finally awards James with his very first block, which he accepts with pride.
"Good!" your son cheers, already moving on to the pile of blocks to start stacking them as he proclaims, "Mummy is the best, and we have to show it!"
Your lips part as you suck in a breath, a quiet gasp. Receiving your son's affection never fails to make your heart swell.
You don't feel James' eyes on you, but he's watchingâ admiring, more like, as he takes in the way that you soften at your son's sweet words. A smitten smile plays at his lips as he agrees, "She is the best, isn't she?"
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In the Middle of the Night (In My Dreams!) ŕź*¡Ë
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 21 - Somnophilia. Riddle has to figure out a way to keep Reader happy and covering for his ever increasing duties outside of the castle. What initially starts as a transaction escalates when they're both more willing than he expected, leading them to explore the slightly more forbidden together.
Tags: Somnophilia (consensual), Mildly dubious consent, Fingering, Hand jobs, Oral sex (f and m receiving), Friends with benefits, Denial of feelings, SoftDom!Riddle, HeadGirl!Reader, Manipulation, Faking an illness (chronic fatigue is very real, he's just a lying POS, only briefly mentioned).
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!
Word count: 5.1k
Read it on ao3! | Masterlist
Authors note: Okay so despite this poll (sorry), I edited this into a less dark kinktober fic and will then release a much darker (non-con elements) part two after I finally finish kinktober!! This works as a stand alone if you're not into reading that kinda stuff (which I totally understand, ily dw)!! It just felt too dark for kinktober... even tho I literally have non-con as the prompt for day 25.... idk okay!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ââĄâ)㣠âĄ
PART 2 COMING SOON !! (but works as stand alone)
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The moment the two of you had been announced as Head Boy and Girl at the start of the year, Riddle knew he had to get on your good side. Not only for the purposes of professional engagements and living in the same quarters but also because there would be a lot heâd need from you. Last year, he had found a flaw in the enchantments around the castle, discovering that apparition in and out of the castle was in fact possible, so long as you did so from the room of requirements. He has started attending to business outside of the castle regularly, rallying supporters in closed-off magical communities, among trolls and elves. He also searches for artefacts and researches dark magic when he finds the time, visiting isolated collections owned by old eccentrics who he is able to charm easily. Heâs made himself a busy life outside of Hogwarts which heâs determined to keep up in order for his plans post-graduation to go as smoothly as possible. Which is where you come in.Â
He leaves for these expeditions every weekend, but obviously, heâs not actually allowed to leave the castle. He has to ask you to cover for him if anyone asks where heâs gone. He concocts a rubbish story about having chronic fatigue and having to rest all the time he can, and that he canât possibly be disturbed while heâs resting as heâs taking special potions for sleep. Itâs all a lie, playing on your empathy, which he knows you have droves of, something you are widely admired for. He tells you that heâs horribly embarrassed about it and doesnât want anyone to think heâs incapable of being Head Boy because of it, so asks you to cover for him if anyone asks about him. You give him those big sympathetic eyes and agree, workshopping a litany of excuses with him. He almost feels bad with how seriously youâre taking this, how much you want him to feel okay, even though youâve never liked him much before. Almost. It wonât happen a lot either way, heâs told his âfriendsâ that he will be out of reach and very sternly told them not to question, so they wonât poke around, and anyone else who needs him wonât need him often. He makes a show of being very tired in the evenings in the common room the first few weeks you live together. Soon after, he drops the charade and you donât seem to notice the falsification happening right in front of you, continuing to cover for him every now and then when it comes up. You even comment optimistically that he seems more energetic lately, to which he smiles.
âI suppose so, yes, it must be that I can finally get the rest I need, thanks to you,â he says smoothly, proud of himself for taking this as another opportunity to keep you pliable. You seem overjoyed to be helping.
In return, he keeps you sweet. At first, he merely observes you to get an idea of what might keep him on your good side. Then, he starts showing up for you. He brings your favourite pastries from breakfast (you have a bad habit of sleeping in, which sometimes makes him wonder how you got this job, but alas), accompanied by a coffee just how you like it. Complimenting you whenever you try a new hairstyle or dress up nicely on weekends. The first time heâd done it, heâd commented on a trim youâd gotten to your hair over the weekend in Hogsmeade. You were baffled, saying no one had noticed a thing all day. He sensed that you found the fact that he was the only one to notice odd, but he couldnât help being observant. He told you as much, and you just smiled. He makes sure to do any favours you ask of him, so you canât throw his refusal back in his face in case you want to stop helping him, he needs something to hold over your head. Itâs never much, perhaps helping you with a bit of schoolwork, listening to a speech youâve prepared for Head duties or just jostling the logs in the fireplace of the common room when the flames die down. Heâs surprised you donât ask for more, considering that he starts asking for a lot from you.Â
His schedule outside of Hogwarts gets complicated, requiring him to head out occasionally in the middle of the week. You always cover for him, insisting to professors that heâs ill in bed, even though itâs clear by now that youâve realised heâs actually missing during these periods. Your enthusiasm over helping him out has dwindled as you get the sense youâre being played, but he treats you well enough that you seem to assume the best intentions. How naive. Having someone so respected by the professors, the head girl herself, lying for him, he knows, is the only reason heâs been getting away with it for this long. Heâs âsickâ far too often and never seen at the hospital wing, never requesting any medicine or showing any symptoms. He wonders what you think heâs doing when heâs away, doubting you could guess the truth, but you never ask despite your increasingly suspicious looks, which he appreciates. He likes you, youâre discreet, a surprising trait for such a goody-two-shoes as you are. He spends more and more time with you in the common room in his free time, charming you and winning you over, making sure heâs there if you need a favour or a âfriendâ to talk to. He finds you to be intelligent and likeable, youâre funny, even if he prefers a bit of a darker humour than you have. There are silences as you sit together where you stare at him while he works on whatever schoolwork he deems most important that day, he knows youâre formulating all sorts of theories, your brain turning as you try to make a guess.
âI appreciate you being discreet,â he says simply one night as you sit together, working separately on assignments. The statement is followed by a silence in which he is tempted to look over at you to see your reaction but resists the urge.
âI donât suppose youâll ever tell me what youâre up to?â Itâs meant to be a question, but it comes out as a statement. You already know he wonât, and he knows it too. No matter how good youâve proved to be about covering for him, if you knew the true nature of what he was up to, youâd run. Tattle before even letting him explain, which really wouldnât help either way. He turns to you, extending an arm.Â
âCome here,â he nods his head in his direction. You look confused, and he doesnât blame you for feeling that way, he isnât affectionate with anyone. He makes a point of never being seen as being soft, which is easy given he isnât soft for anyone. But he knows the type you are, so sweet and kind, the type that you can be won over with a little affection. Thereâs no one here to see either of you anyway, he can risk it this once. You slowly scoot into his side and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. He brushes an errant strand of hair from your face and holds you to his side. âI really do appreciate it, Iâm always here if you need anything from me,â he whispers. You look up at him and nod. âGood,â he hums. You spend the rest of the night pressed into his side as you do your homework, itâs odd, but heâs warm and solid, and most girls at Hogwarts would kill to be in your position, so you let it be. It becomes a fairly frequent scene, the two of you snuggled up by the fire, especially as the days grow colder and colder. His hands like to wander, brushing places they probably shouldnât, but you never stop him or say a word, letting your own hands wander a little too. You donât talk about it, not with him or with anyone else. You know without words that he doesnât want it to leave the room. Itâs just another secret you have to keep for him.Â
He starts having the need for more frequent meetings with his little group of in-school followers, the Knights of Walpurgis, as his plans get closer and closer to their time of fruition. The Head Common Room is the perfect place to host, spacious and completely secret, except for from you. He knows he has to sweeten the deal once more to have you leave the common room for long periods in the evening. So one night, while the two of you study together snuggled up, he kisses you. Youâre alarmed but immediately kiss back. He knew you would, every girl in the damn school would, but it still feels like an unexpectedly simple triumph. His hand grips your jaw, not allowing you to move away, not that youâre trying to. Your hand gently cups the side of his neck, keeping him close as his tongue carefully breaches your lips, slightly surprised by how willing you are for him. He has a multitude of things heâs considered doing to you, but for tonight, he has to stick with something focused on your pleasure. He doesnât mind, pleasuring you is an act of domination in its own right. By the end of the night, he has you sat between his legs, your back to his chest as his fingers thrust in and out of you. You squirm and mewl in his ear, your head thrown back on his shoulder, as he holds you securely with an arm around your middle, fucking you on his fingers. Heâs high off of the fact he has you completely nude apart from your socks before him, while heâs still fully dressed.
âThere we go, darling,â he purrs in your ear, gently pressing his lips to your jaw. âI bet youâve wanted this for quite a while, havenât you?â he teases, grinding the heel of his palm against you as his fingers press in and out. You must have, given how quickly youâd let him strip you down, manoeuvre you into the position he wanted, just how soaking wet youâd been from a couple of strategic words of praise. Heâd wrongly assumed youâd be a little more prudish, but he was pleasantly surprised otherwise. âI want you to do something for me,â he whispers, slowing his movements a little so you can focus on his words. You whine softly in protest and he smirks. âTomorrow evening, could you make yourself scarce for⌠letâs say three hours? Starting from⌠six thirty?â his fingers caress your inner walls torturously lightly, almost tickling, making you squirm unhappily.
âWhere would I go?â you exhale.
âLibrary? Walk the grounds? Astronomy tower? I donât mind, darling, as long as youâre not here,â he kisses behind your ear softly. He expects some questions or protests, but none come, only a simple nod. Heâs a little surprised how easy things are with you, although it may have a lot to do with how his fingers are currently buried deep in your cunt at present, he concedes to himself. But youâre always easy, always helpful, so willing to give him the benefit of the doubt even though you were more than smart enough to know better. âThatâs a lovely girl,â he smiles against your skin. He hesitates, unsure whether to reveal the transactional nature of his kindness toward you, but he feels he must assure you somehow that it will be worthwhile. âIâll reward you accordingly, I promise. Youâll hurry back to me at nine-thirty, wonât you? Iâll be missing you by then,â he purrs, trying to further pull the wool over your eyes with some flattery. He straightens up to look down at you, your head still resting back on his shoulder. âWonât you?â he prompts again, kissing your forehead. You nod, giving him a pleading look and bucking your hips helplessly. You want him to keep going, feeling half-insane from his unmoving fingers filling you up.
And that he does, finger-fucking you through two mind-blowing orgasms that night, showering you with ever more ridiculous praises as the night goes on. Itâs unclear whether youâre losing your mind to the pleasure and not understanding him, or if heâs just spewing every compliment he can possibly think of. Once youâre thoroughly debauched, he helps you into your bed as your legs are too shaky on their own, laying you down and kissing you goodnight with a slightly stilted tenderness. You watch him in quiet confusion as he retreats from your room, feeling satisfied and yet completely confused.Â
It becomes a bit of a routine, whenever he needs you to stay away from the common room, or otherwise go out of your way for him, he pulls you into his lap in the evening and tugs down your underwear, pleasuring you expertly. Soon, it becomes harder to tell, as he begins to get you off every night, whether heâs after something or not. You donât know if itâs just his efforts to make sure you donât forget to think of him positively, youâre far from oblivious to the fact youâre being bribed, or if heâs just enjoying it at this point. He stretches out your encounters more and more, especially when you start returning the favour, using your hand on him while he does the same to you. Youâre pleasantly surprised how aroused he gets just from fucking you on his fingers, always at least half-hard by the time you can get your hands on him. When he introduces his mouth into the equation, youâre sure heâll be asking something big of you soon. But he doesnât, nothing new comes up, other than you also beginning to use your mouth on him. He seems to love it, so you suppose it must have been motivation enough. He likes to take his time, to make you feel helpless and desperate, not seeming to care if it leads him to spend long periods of time kneeling before you, which was something you were certain he would have never been caught doing for anyone.
Itâs a nice relationship in Riddle's opinion, he gets off and he gets what he wants from you. You make yourself scarce and Riddle is able to conduct his meetings in peace in a perfect setting. Whether youâre using mouths or hands, itâs always intensely pleasurable. He grows attached to the sight of you on your knees before him, his cock deep in your mouth as you look up at him with those wide innocent eyes. Youâre amazing with your mouth, and usually willing to get on your knees whenever heâd like you to. Itâs a perfect arrangement in this way. He loves to hold you down and make you scream using nothing but his tongue. Some of his friends say that eating out a woman is demeaning, but he never feels more powerful than when he has you crying and begging. He loves to make you beg, long-forgotten is the fact heâs meant to be doing this just to keep you sweet, just to manipulate you into helping him. Heâs lost in it now, and no matter how selfish he gets in bed, you keep covering for him, seeming to misinterpret him as generous rather than intensely power-hungry. It works well for his purposes, so he lets you think of him as a giving lover.
Heâs a little surprised that you havenât asked for any exclusivity or any indication of whether heâs bringing in other girls at the times he asks you to keep away. Heâs not, of course, but he doesnât understand why you donât care to ask. He tells himself that it doesnât matter, but deep down it does bother him, every other girl heâd ever been involved with, even briefly, had asked to be his one and only. Youâre a sweet girl, the type he assumed would fall in love with him the moment he first got his hands on (and in) you, but you havenât indicated this in any way. He knows youâre not seeing any other men because he keeps an eye on you whenever he can. Even having gone so far as to cancel a meeting with a tradesman in Diagon Alley to stay back and watch you while you think heâs away. Nothing. You go about your day as normal, come back to the common room and curl up to read your book. Just before bed, you attempt to get yourself off and fail, pouting through your night routine. You canât do it without him, he notes smugly. He wishes he could come help, but he canât without revealing his spying. By the time he gets back legitimately, youâre fast asleep. Given all of this, he still doesnât understand why youâre not asking him for a commitment. Itâs not that he wants to commit to you, he doesnât like the idea of being tied down, even if he currently has no interest or energy to pursue anyone but you, but the fact you havenât asked drives him nuts. You seem happy to get off with him and go to sleep without asking a single question. He lingers in your doorway, watching your frame rise and fall under your blanket with slow breaths, wondering about you.
Heâs surprised when you bring it up. How youâd felt his presence in your doorway while youâd been asleep, despite not being fully awake. He explained that heâd been wanting to help you out (his own evasive phrasing) but that youâd been visibly asleep so heâd left instead. At your expression, he asks you teasingly if youâd have liked him to do it anyway, his teasing smirk only growing when you blush and nod. And so a system was set, he tells you to sleep on the sofa in the common room if youâd like his attention during the night, as he has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night to fetch water. You agree and you proceed together like normal for the next few days, pleasuring each other in the evenings when he isnât busy. Every night, even on nights he wasnât actually waking up naturally, he would come into the common room to check for you. For a long time, youâre not there, and heâs a little frustrated with you. Why dangle such a tantalising idea in front of him if you never meant to go through with it? Heâd been a perfect gentleman, telling you that you could say no if the idea made you uncomfortable, but at the time, youâd seemed apprehensively excited about it, yet now, nothing. His eyes stay glued on your door as he goes about getting his water each night, wishing he could go in there. He tries his best not to show his disappointment when he spends time with you in the daytime, not wanting to come off as pushy and drive you away. He needed you to like him, staying on your good side was non-negotiable and pushing you on a matter like this was generally frowned upon. About a week and a half later, he trudges from his room to top up his glass and sees a lump under a blanket on the sofa. Itâs you.
He immediately slows and lightens his footsteps, not wanting to wake you as it would ruin the fun. He hadnât had time for you the last four days, between increasing stakes when it came to schoolwork and closing in on a magical artefact outside of it, heâd been gone for everything but class and sleep. He creeps over to you, seeing your peaceful face squished against the velvet throw pillow. You must have missed him, he thinks, since you started your little mutual arrangement youâve never gone more than two days without each other before, mostly because Riddle found himself quite insatiable. Heâd always told himself he was uninterested in matters of the flesh, that he enjoyed indulging but could easily control himself, and that he was only doing what he was with you to manufacture a sense of closeness and keep you in the palm of his hand. Yet, he had to admit that he doesnât usually go so far for the purposes of manipulation and that he never would have done this in the first place if he hadnât found you attractive. He was unwilling to sacrifice his own happiness for his manipulation, beyond a bit of necessary flattering drivel. So when heâd allowed himself into this arrangement, even simply under a pretence, he had quickly lost control of it and become ravenous for the sensations you could offer. He watches your parted lips as you breathe softly. Gently, he rolls you onto your back, waiting to see if you wake. You donât. He slips the plush blanket down your body and exposes you to his eyes. Youâre dressed in a sweet feminine nightgown and he finds the look to be sweet on you, fitting. You were a perfect thing to corrupt. Yet, he smirks to himself, you had agreed to this, you were already corrupted, so desperate for him that you wanted him even in your sleep. Surely you did want exclusivity from him, you were just trying to appear laid back to not scare him off. You could be endearingly shy like that at times. Yes, you agreeing to this was surely evidence that you wanted more from him than you had. That you needed him.
He slowly and cautiously shifts you around until he can settle comfortably between your legs. His hands run up and down the soft skin of your thighs, keeping a close eye to see if you stir. He wonders if youâre really such a heavy sleeper, or if youâre merely pretending not to have woken for his benefit. At the moment it doesnât matter to him, you seem asleep enough, and if you are conscious, youâre hardly objecting. He pushes up the hem of your nightdress and grins at the sight of you already bare for him, with no underwear in sight. Naughty girl, he thinks to himself as his hands skim up and down your inner thighs, leaning forward to press a soft kiss just above the little patch of hair shielding the part of you he wants most. He would love to tease you and draw it out more, but he doesnât want you to wake before he can explore the more intimate aspects. He carefully lies down, guiding one of your supple thighs over his shoulder, spreading you open for his eager eyes. Youâre already a little wet, he wonders if itâs from his teasing now, or perhaps your dreamy anticipation. He knows he can get you wetter easily. He uses two fingers to gently spread you open even more, revealing the sensitive pearl nestled within your folds. He blows lightly on it, making you twitch a little. He grins.
Still trying to let you stay asleep for now, he leans in and very gently touches his tongue to your bundle of nerves. You sigh softly in your sleep but donât seem to wake. Your dreams are turning sticky-sweet, you begin to feel warm and floaty, but youâre not conscious enough to register this change properly. You squirm slightly and moan as his tongue gently swirls around your clit, not touching to keep you just bubbling below waking. Your breath is hitching softly, and little noises are leaving your throat. He can tell youâll wake soon unless he stops, but he figures he doesnât mind. He wants to see your face when you wake up to his head between your legs. Will you be shocked to start with? Or immediately eager and accepting? He was oddly thrilled to discover this. Your hands slide away from where they rested on your stomach, trying to grab something as he starts to lap at you just a little faster, your breath hitching a little more, exhaling shakily. Heâs surprised youâre still asleep, heâs tempted to use legilimency on you to discover what youâre dreaming of. Your face is flushed and your lips parted blissfully, so he figures itâs something nice. His tongue slides up and down between your slick folds, the familiar taste of you spreading across his tongue as you become more and more aroused. He gently kneads the skin of your hip, pulling you a little closer to his mouth, trying to coax you awake without startling you too much. Your eyelids flutter, but you remain asleep, whimpering quietly. He focuses the tip of his tongue on your clit, making the stimulation just a little more intense, watching for your reaction intently. Your fingers tangle into the crumpled blanket by your side, curling into the plush material, and he knows you're on the very verge of wakefulness. He smirks, gently suckling your clit into his mouth.Â
This rips a loud moan from your chest, which in turn makes your eyes snap open. You try to sit up, blinking blearily, looking a little bewildered, trying to make out shapes in the dim moonlight, to understand why you feel lost in a haze of pleasure. Riddle's hand moves, splaying out on your stomach, pushing you back down and holding you there. Your eyes snap to him, he grins up at you from between your legs, looking unbelievably smug, his eyes glinting in the light of the moon. The sight of him between your legs, the knowledge of what heâd been doing while youâd been sleeping, coaxes another moan from your lips. He eases up a little now youâre awake, going back to gentle teasing licks against your bundle of nerves. Your heart pounds and you breathe rapidly, partially reeling from the sudden awakening, but mostly just feeling amazing. You lie back against the sofa, trying your best to get your bearings while he continues smothering you with unrelenting bliss. He pulls back for a moment, though he instantly replaces his mouth with his fingers, not giving you a moment to think.Â
âNaughty girl, sleeping without underwear to give me access,â he purrs, his voice rumbling in a self-satisfied manner. You giggle sleepily. You had done that, hadnât you? He smiles up at you. âWas it a nice awakening, my darling?â he murmurs smoothly, leaning back in to continue his dedicated licks. You whimper softly, your hips twitching before he holds you solidly in place, tutting against your sensitive skin.
âThe best awakening, so unbelievably arousing,â you whisper, your voice hoarse, watching him work his magic between your legs. He hums against you. He knows this of course, this was quite possibly the wettest heâd ever had you, only increasing since youâd woken up and become conscious of what he was doing. Your hands slide into his short curls as he works, usually, he might complain about this, but youâre still a little sleepy, and he decides to let it go. You sigh pleasurably, your hooded eyes locked on him. His eyes look up to meet yours as he begins to suckle on your clit once more. Intense pleasure floods over you, your head lolling back, your hands tightening slightly in his hair. You let out a string of desperate moans, moans heâs become intimately familiar with over the past few weeks. Youâre close and he intends to get you there, to show you how much you need him, to remind you that you can no longer achieve this alone, if you ever could. He doubles down on his actions, gripping your hip a little tighter to keep you firmly in place. âOh⌠Tom!â you plead, trying to grind your centre up into his face. You could get so desperate sometimes, Riddle tuts to himself. âPlease,â you beg, anticipating his desire to tease you and hoping to get ahead of it. You need this, badly, he hasnât been around to help you for days, and the scenario was driving you mad with lust. Heâs uncharacteristically gracious, not relenting, continuing to lavish you with exquisite sensation, building you up and up. You look down again, and as his eyes meet yours, the coil in your belly snaps. Your whole body tenses, your back arching off of the sofa, a guttural cry escaping you. He holds your hips in place, continuing his assault as you ride out the climax. Tears gather in your eyes and you feel a little humiliated by how intensely this is affecting you.Â
After several desperate sobs, you finally collapse back, your hands slipping from his hair. You take several deep breaths as he withdraws from between your legs, sitting up to look down at you. He grabs a tissue from the coffee table, wiping his mouth and discarding it haphazardly. You smile tiredly, and you feel exhausted by your sudden wake-up, but completely heavenly at the same time. You stare at each other for a moment. Itâs an oddly domestic moment. Youâve never seen him in his pyjamas before, a matching shirt and trousers, made of silk or some other such soft material, the type thatâs popular with the rich Slytherin boys. His hair is a little curly naturally, this you did know from him getting back to the common room on rainy days, but is now slightly messed up from your hands in it. You cover yourself back up, tugging the hem of your nightdress back down as he watches. He looks almost sweet, he has been sweet to you, in his own way. He reaches over and touches your flushed cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb, unsure whether heâs trying to prove his effect on you, or just wishing to touch you.Â
âIâll have to think of something to ask of you in exchange for doing that,â he jokes a little unnaturally. You laugh honestly.Â
âYou didnât already have something?â you tease, moving to sit up. He smiles, enjoying the way you see through him, just enough to prove youâre not stupid, but not enough to compromise any plans. Perhaps thatâs why you havenât asked for exclusivity with him, youâre not stupid like the others, whether you want it or not being irrelevant to the facts. The facts that were feeling more like theories lately.
âNo, believe it or not,â he chuckles, pushing your hair behind your shoulder. âBut itâll be easy enough to think of something,â he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you goodnight. âYou always find a way of being useful,â
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Butterfly ŕżŕž Kinktober. 12, oct.
â pairing: Helaena Targaryen x brothel worker!reader x Aegon II Targaryen
â type: smut, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)
â kink: scissoring + voyeurism
â summary: You are Aegon's favorite prostitute and finally meet his wife during one of your special visits to the Red Keep.
â word count: 4.4k
â tags/warnings: kinktober 12th day, Targcest (older brother/younger sister), female!reader, Helaegon, throuple, scissoring/tribadism, voyeurism, praise kink, nipple licking, referenced cheating, overstimulation, crying, sexual tension, breast worship, body worship, curse words, Madam Sylvi mentioned, Aemond Targaryen mentioned, minor Helaemond, past underage sex, bathing/washing, animal metaphors, bisexual!Helaena, sex worker!reader, voyeur!Aegon, switch!Helaena, sub!reader, dom!Aegon, canon divergence (no Dance of the Dragons/War for Succession), porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.
â tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole
â crossposting: AO3
It was not uncommon for King Aegon II to bring prostitutes to his castle. As much as he loved the loud and disgusting chaos of the brothels, sometimes he needed to maintain what little dignity he had left and regard discretion.
You were Aegon's favorite prostitute for everything, including those more... Calm situations. He had met you a few days after his coronation, that day he went to the brothel and asked Madam Sylvi to recommend a younger girl who was not as experienced. He needed the feeling of being with someone cleaner, more innocent, something he was far from being.
Aegon could not say if this demand was because he just wanted to feel less dirty, or if it was because he also wanted to corrupt someone. Both, perhaps.
You were still starting out in that new life and Sylvi saw you as the perfect choice for Aegon. Even though you were not a maiden anymore due to the two weeks working there, your lack of experience before all of this was enough for you to be scared by Aegon's aggressiveness, but it was also enough for him to see you almost like a pretty flower to be protected and cared for.
When Aegon left after cumming, you noticed a few extra coins, as well as seeing him having a serious conversation with Madam Sylvi. You did not know what they had actually talked about, but you noticed the number of men looking for you had dwindled. Which would be completely bad if you did not start being spoiled by Aegon every time he came back there. He would give you more money, sometimes he would bring you some tasty candy made by the best cooks from King's Landing, and sometimes he would even give you random pieces of jewelry. You had to constantly deal with the looks of envy and disapproval from the other prostitutes, despite for Sylvi to keep the situation under control, always arguing about not being able to go against the King's wishes.
Aegon still slept with other women. However, they did not receive tips, much less gifts. Sometimes you even believed he fucked them just so the rumors that he had a favorite whore would not spread.
Then, whenever Aegon slept with another girl, you noticed that he became less aggressive during sex, almost more submissive to you, as if he wanted to compensate. He was extrovert and funny with the people around him, saving his more quiet and almost melancholy side for you and only you. He did not use to talk to you much other than dirty obscenities, enjoying the silence that followed after the sex was over.
Whenever he handed you an expensive gift or a tip that was much larger than expected, you could not help but widen your eyes and he would just shrug and make a mockery about how you needed it. Behind the sarcastic facade, you saw his eyes shining, as if he was enjoying seeing your cheeks flush in gratitude.
It was not long before Aegon began to trust you to visit the Red Keep and pleasure him when he could not go to the brothel. You went through a series of checks before entering and after leaving there. Upon arrival, the Royal Guards always checked that you were not carrying anything that could put the life of the King or any other member of his Royal Family at risk. When it was time to leave, the guards checked to make sure you had not stolen anything. Aegon hated it when he had to argue with the guards and reassure them that the large amounts of gold or some jewelry or dresses had actually been given to you by him, not stolen. He did not mind when they did that to the other girls from the brothels, but he hated it when his men suspected you of being a gold-digging thief or a murderer and put you through all that humiliating stress.
And he hated it even more when he realized that the guards took advantage of those moments to caress the curves of your body or make dirty jokes.
Normally, you spent a maximum of two days in the Red Keep. Arriving at dawn and leaving two moons later. However, Aegon had paid a huge sum to Madam Sylvi to allow you to stay in his castle for two weeks. You did not know exactly what all this was for, but you did not dare argue when the guards escorted you to the private chambers.
"Finally!" Aegon snorted when Martyn and Leon opened the door. "You can leave us alone now." He warned, as the two men nodded and closed the door. "Any scratches? Did they grabbed your arm like the last time?"
You shook your head, looking around the chambers he brought you and noticing that it was a little bigger than the last one. Or at least the bed seemed much bigger.
"Did they make any joke?" He asked, looking you up and down, staring at the robes you wore with disgust. Gods, he so wanted to put you in a beautiful green velvet dress...
"Just the same things as always, My King." You shrugged.
"Aegon." He corrected you little impatiently and almost... Shy. "I have already ordered that you must call me by my first name when we are together and alone." You smiled slightly at his words and nodded. "Fuck, these rags are ridiculous."
You looked at your own clothes, feeling a little embarrassed as you pictured the difference between that cloth and the expensive and perfect dresses that Royal Ladies were supposed to wear. You did not really know what to say, even though you already knew Aegon well enough to realize that was his way of saying that you deserved to wear something prettier.
"You are being very rude, Aegon." Your eyes widened as you heard a sweet calm voice sounding from the door inside the chambers that led straight to the room where there was a bathtub and anything needed for a decent clean.
As much as you knew that Queen Helaena was indifferent about her brother-husband's extramarital affairs, it was still a surprise for you to see her so calmly entering his private quarters, the transparent nightgown leaving her voluminous hips and full breasts on display. You wondered to yourself if she was used to dressing like this frequently in front of Aegon after so many years of marriage, as even he seemed a little confused and focused on her appearance.
"My Queen..." You bowed awkwardly, unsure of what else you should do or say. Helaena was not jealous and did not even feel bad about the King's infidelities, however, you could not help but fear that she would get angry for some reason and send you to the gallows.
Even though she was so dear and sweet to the commoners, she was still a Queen who could turn on you and end your life quickly if she so desired.
"Just Helaena, darling. Or Hel. Aemond used to call me that, although he has not done that for a few years now." She rambled on about the nickname her other brother used to call her, and although you chuckled at the situation, Aegon pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to hide the arousal inside his pants at seeing his wife wearing such a revealing nightgown. Despite six years of marriage, he could count on one hand the number of times he fucked Helaena without it being pure duty or sacrifice.
"Helaena, I told you I would have a special guest here at the Red Keep for two weeks." He practically growled, looking at her indignantly.
"I know. That's why I am here." The Queen smiled and approached you, looking around you and touching the strands of your hair, as if she were studying every inch of you. You feared that she would do it with a malicious or mocking way, but Helaena actually seemed very enchanted looking at you. Aegon remembered her younger version, watching her favorite stupid caterpillars with the same fascination she showed now. "I really wanted to meet you. Aegon always tells me that you are the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms."
You parted your lips with complete shock at her statement. You did not know what shocked you more, the fact that Helaena was not angry about those words or the fact that Aegon would actually say something like that. About you. A whore.
"What the hells? I never said that!" The King tried to defend himself, his rosy cheeks highlighted before his bright violet eyes.
"Oh, you did. Every time you need my help to picking out a dress or some jewelry to give her." Helaena teased and you laughed lightly, catching Aegon's attention. He was stressed about how his wife was exposing his secret side and at the same time he was intrigued by her sudden interest in you and the way you seemed so soft interacting with her.
"I may have said that once or twice... When I was drunk." Aegon gave in a little bit, still omitting the part that he was perfectly sober in all the thousands of times he said anything romantic about you. He did not even need to look at you to make sure you were smiling at him.
Helaena's hands ran through your hair again, playing with the strands and laughing innocently when she noticed your neck getting goosebumps with her touch, something that left Aegon's heart strangely racing. He was not the best person to make Helaena smile. In fact, he was not the best person to make anyone smile.
But here you two were, giggling like you had been confidants for years. As if Helaena was not his wife and as if you were not his favorite affair. As if there were just the two of you inside the chambers, without him or any man to disturb the female connection between you. He felt almost jealous. Almost.
"Helaena, can you help her take a bath, please? We have to have lunch soon." Aegon asked his sister-wife, patting her shoulder gently. It must not have been a very common act coming from him, because Helaena flinched for a few seconds, before frowning and nodding. Then, he turned to you. "I will be waiting for both of you at the dinner table. Do not be late."
Despite the King's severe tone, you blushed at the realization that he was allowing you to join them for lunch. In the hall. Not like he always did when you served him there, just bringing the banquets to the chambers so you could enjoy some nice food before and after sex.
As soon as Aegon left, Helaena turned to you with an excited smile on her face. "He likes you."
You frowned, shaking your head and trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. "But not the way you think, Your Grace." The words came out embarrassed and a little strained, but Helaena stood her ground, even without arguing with you. She took your hand, not looking disgusted or anything like that, and led you to the door where you had seen her appear. The room was quite large and had a favorably large bathtub, already with some warm water inside, buckets and soap around.
You glanced at her, wondering what you should do next. Just get naked and get in the water? Wait for her orders? When you opened your mouth to say something, a sigh escaped while Helaena moved behind you, her soft hands undoing the weak worn lace of your dress. As it fell to the floor, she looked confused at your lack of underwear or a corset, only realizing the reason behind that when you cringed, both from the sudden cold and from embarrassment.
Not wanting to fill you with awkward questions with obvious answers, Helaena helped you into the bathtub, her gaze lingering on your submerged breasts and the shaved hair on your groin. "Do you always... take it off?"
An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as you thought about your shaved cunt. You looked at yourself underwater for a few seconds before answering. "Yeah, I do. Madam Sylvi sometimes requires us to remove all the hair from here, because many men like this."
Helaena nodded, for the first time in her life hating the silence that followed an answer. By the way your back was tense when you leaned against the bathtub, she knew she had asked an impolite question. She had not meant to ask about brothel customs, she was just genuinely curious, since she had never considered plucking the blond hair she had on her private parts. They were so pretty and soft, and during the few times Aegon slept with her when he was drunk, he always made some comments about liking them too.
"You should let them grow. Aegon does not mind, he likes them, actually. Seeing them shine when I manage to get wet." Her statement made you look at her in disbelief as you sighed and began to scrub your arms with the sponge that was there next to you. Being a prostitute and being jealous of your affair was not uncommon. But being jealous of both your affair and his wife was absurd. "Did I hurt your feelings?"
You swallowed hard, scrubbing the sponge rougher on your own skin. This was pathetic. Aegon liked Helaena's pubic hair and you were jealous of that, even though you knew they almost never had sex and you were just his whore.
And deep down, you also felt a pang in your chest as you pictured what her cunt must look like and how much Aegon must like it, despite everything. You did not even know her well and you had been fucking her husband for a long time. Gods, you really were irrational sometimes.
"No. You did not hurt my feelings, Hel." You considered calling her My Queen, thanking yourself for changing your mind when you saw her beautiful smile. Helaena watched you bathe, your own hands scrubbing every inch of your body as you tried not to be intimidated by the Queen there by your side. "Do you always do that?" The inevitable question finally took over the messy thoughts inside your brain and you allowed yourself to ask. "Being so lovely with the King's whores?"
It was a dangerous question, a dangerous ground. Being arrogant towards Helaena was not fair. She was being kind and thoughtful, and she also seemed to be enchanted by you. And that was exactly why you were so fucking upset. Would she take a dagger and stab you in the throat if you did not pay attention to her every move?
As rude as you sounded, Helaena did not seem bothered, she stroked your hair again, smiling slightly, her big violet eyes shining with the moisture now hiding from your strands. "No, I do not. I never cared to meet them. But now you are my favorite. And Aegon's favorite too."
Her revelation made your brow furrow, your legs tightening as she touched your neck with her fingertips, studying you as if you were one of her favorite insects. You reminded her of one of the green butterflies she had collected during her childhood but Aegon stepped on when he was drunk, leaving their chambers after consummating their marriage from the first time. It was her favorite butterfly and she had never found one so beautiful as that one. Until she met you.
"Renewal and freedom." She murmured, touching that same sensitive spot on your neck that made you shiver for the second time.
"What does that mean?" You muttered a little alarmed, which made Helaena blink several times before frowning.
"Nothing. I do not know if it's important now."
You let the silence appear in the room again, breaking it only when you noticed how Helaena was staring at the sponge you were rubbing on your stomach. The violet eyes were full of expectation, as if she was yearning for something. Wanting to test your theory, you lowered the sponge to your smooth core, seeing how Helaena became panting and turned her head to stop staring at you. The way she stood up with flushed cheeks made it clear what she was picturing.
"I should get out of the tub now." You said with a soft voice, a hint of a smile on the corner of your lips. Helaena nodded quickly, passing you a towel and doing her best not to admire your body. It was torturous, to say the least.
As soon as you toweled off and wrapped yourself in the towel, the Queen guided you back to the chambers, and you were both a little surprised by the presence of Aegon lying on the bed, arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face. "You women were taking your time. I waited like an idiot at the table." The King practically growled and you flinched, making him take a deep breath to control himself, knowing it was unfair to take it out on either of you now. Helaena was enjoying your presence and you never had many opportunities to take such a long complete bath.
Still wrapped in the towel, you faced Helaena and Aegon, noticing the couple exchanging some intense looks, as if they were communicating like that, almost reading each other's minds. Aegon sighed with frustration before muttering. "Helaena is horny for you." He revealed it without hesitation and you almost choked, a look of pure shock appearing on your face when you turned a little to see the Queen's reaction, who shifted uncomfortably, but without denying what her husband had said. Quite the opposite, you noticed how her nipples became more pert under her nightgown. "I suppose brothels do not get female customers very often."
Aegon's mockery did not go unnoticed, and you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. "Very rarely do we have the opportunity to serve pleasure to women."
Helaena became even more turned on after your information, while Aegon clenched his jaw and clenched his hands into fists when he thought about what you needed to do to survive, after all, that was how he met you. But that did not make things any easier for him to accept. You should only be his. At least if he was not the damn Lord of the Seven Kingdoms...
"So you have slept with at least one, right?" Helaena asked with quite a surprising amount of excitement and you mumbled in response. "Yeah, but two or three times at most."
"It's enough to know something, I guess." Aegon grumbled, his arms remaining crossed. The King pondered his options for a few minutes before snorting when he saw clear excitement on Helaena's features. "How much more gold do I need to pay you for you to... Serve my wife?"
You broke eye contact with Helaena to look at Aegon, stuttering like a stupid woman until you managed to utter concrete words. "That will not be necessary. You have already paid me enough to be here for the next two weeks." Then you turned your gaze to the Queen. "Have you... been with women before?"
Helaena's pale cheeks flushed and she nodded, making Aegon scoff at her reaction. "Do not play coy now, wife." He practically growled. "Helaena is not as chaste as she makes herself out to be. Although she rarely beds me, she finds enough distraction with a few ladies-in-waiting... sometimes Aemond."
You let out a surprised sigh, the exchange of barbs between the King and the Queen Consort not something you expected to experience in person one day. But here you were, practically torn between the two of them, both hungry for you in different ways. Aegon moved to the corner of the bed, making room for the two women to sit next to him.
There was another moment of silence. "You will not... Stay closer?" You asked Aegon, your body still damp from the bath and wrapped in the towel, being quite a sight for any being who was attracted to women. However, Aegon shook his head, a light smirk on his lips. "Oh, that will not be necessary for now, darling. I will let my dear sister-wife enjoy you. Today I will just watch."
Your attention turned to Helaena when she touched your cheeks, enchanted by the sight of her eyes shining at you. Aegon gasped when Helaena did not hesitate for another minute. She put her hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer, placing her lips on yours, the softness of her mouth making the kiss much better, her tongue exploring yours delicately, something different from Aegon's typical anxious despair. Helaena was kissing you like she wanted to never let you go again, while Aegon always kissed you like he was too scared to let go. There was a difference between being intense and being needy. And you loved both types.
Without breaking the kiss, Helaena carefully pulled the towel from your body, throwing the fabric on the floor and moving her hands to your breasts, the drops of water still wet on your skin. She moved her lips down to your collarbone, licking the wetness and squeezing the flesh of her breasts, careful not to press your nipples too hard. You gasped her name, tilting your head back, sighing in surprise when Aegon placed your head on top of his thigh, stroking your hair as if you were a cute kitten.
"Does not she have a perfect body, dear wife?" Aegon teased Helaena, staring at the woman licking your breasts and nodding, the hint of a mischievous smile when she nibbled on your nipple, sucking the bud gently with mock apology. You tried to lift your head from Aegon's lap so you could sit up and undress Helaena, but Aegon held your head down and Helaena let out a giggle. "Do not worry, darling. I can do it myself." She assured, taking off her nightgown. Yours and Aegon's attention turned to Helaena's perfect body, her milky white skin, her full heavy breasts, her soft belly, her thick thighs that perfectly matched her wide hips. She was a divine sight for both of you, and Aegon had to restrain himself from letting his lust get the better of him. He wanted to touch Helaena. He wanted to touch you. Aegon wanted the two girls for himself, but he also knew that Helaena deserved a little fun. Even if he did not admit it so desperately, he wanted you. He needed you. And Helaena was the only pure soul who would never try to steal you from him. Just share, perhaps. He could handle this, if it was only Helaena. He trusted her.
"You should enjoy it while her cunt is still wet from the bathwater." Aegon suggested and he saw Helaena's eyes darken with desire. She nodded quickly, parting her legs carefully. You and Aegon only had a few minutes to admire the sight of her swollen blond-haired cunt before Helaena fitted it into yours, causing you to moan and echo through the chambers. "Shhh..." Aegon whispered with amusement, loving watching you melt so easily at the mere sensation of Helaena's cunt against yours. "Just relax, darling. These two weeks here in the Red Keep will be my gift in honor of your birthday."
Your eyes widened at the mention of your special day. During the weekly rush at the brothel, you had forgotten that you were about to celebrate another year of life. But it was obvious that Aegon would never forget and had probably threatened and paid Madam Sylvi a long time ago until she told him any little detail about you. He needed to know everything.
You did not even have the breath to thank the King, all your mind could now focus on was the feeling of Helaena's luscious cunt rubbing against yours, the slick sounds filling the chambers. She also let out some moans, which were lower than yours, but which contrasted with the intensity with which she held your waist with one hand and kissed yout calf.
"Such delightful sounds... I bet your cunts are completely creamy right now." Aegon groaned to himself watching the scene, caressing your hair as Helaena's breasts bounced when she increased her speed, as if wanting to prove how wet you two were. He laughed, understanding very well. "Seven Hells, Helaena..." Aegon growled, mentally thanking the Gods after you raised your hand to squeeze one of the Queen's breasts, the soft mound compressing and spreading in your fingers, earning more breathless moans from her.
"I am going to cum..." You warned with a desperate whimper, looking back and asking permission from Aegon, who soon nodded. You moaned Helaena's name loudly, reaching your release and feeling your vision became blurry and your legs tremble. Helaena took advantage of your cum to rub herself faster, her clit almost hurting yours, now so sore and overstimulated that Aegon chuckled as he wiped the tears that ran from your eyes. When Helaena came too, she gasped and lay on top of you, your hands squeezing her ass without so much pressure, just enough to try to calm the spasms of your body.
Aegon smirked at the sight of Helaena's large breasts pressed against yours, both practically crushed by each other. The Queen gave you many kisses on your face, telling you praises, thanks and apologies that you could not respond verbally, but smiled and closed your eyes, your hands still caressing her ass. You felt Aegon kiss your forehead and then you heard sighs and wet noises, noticing an intense exchange of kisses between the married siblings.
"I love green butterflies." Helaena's breathless declaration made Aegon chuckle softly, using his other hand to stroke her silver hair.
"I know that..."
You snuggled with your head still on Aegon's thigh and brought your hand up to caress Helaena's sweaty bare back. "Can we have this one if you promise not to kill her too?" She asked in High Valyrian, knowing you would not understand anything.
Aegon frowned, both because of his little knowledge of the ancient language and because of the memories that his sister-wife's words brought to him, the strong implications behind them. He never wanted to kill that stupid green butterfly years ago. It ran away from the vase without Helaena noticing, it was in his way and he just... Passed over it.
"I will try my best." That is all Aegon said in the normal language. You were now Helaena's favorite butterfly from her collection, the only one Aegon liked. And he would not make promises without knowing what the future held for each of the three of you.
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castling | s.r.
A/N: another deeply self indulgent hurt comfort angst whoâs surprisedâŚi wrote this kinda fast so if itâs messy and cheesy sorry :/
cw: gn!reader (pls lmk if i missed something that doesnât make it gn), hurt comfort, mentions of depression, ambiguous sadness, trivialization of chess, inaccurate chess jargon?, spencer is a darling
summary: in which reader finds it hard to open up and communicate their feelings with spencer, so he comes up with an idea to help
wc: 1.4k
not proofread sry
reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3
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It started during a game of chess, when Spencer was showing you different special moves.
âItâs called castling, the idea is that you move the king two spaces towards the rook and then switch their places to allow more protection for your king than if it was in the center.â
âWhy would you want to move the king towards the outside, that seems counterintuitive.â
âSmart girl, thatâs a good question,â he says fondly, âItâs kind of a last ditch effort in a sense, the rook is essentially expendable but the castling moves the king out of the line from key pieces like the other king and queen.â
âSo, itâs like a rescue mission.â
He smiles, âLike a rescue mission.â
You smile back and continue with your next move. Spencer watches you in earnest as you deliberate the best plan of attack, even though he knows heâs gonna let you win by the end anyway.
âHow was your day today?â He watches your demeanor change quickly, your shoulders sagging slightly and your eyebrows furrowing. He knew the answer, heâs a great observant and even more so when it comes to you.
âIt wasâŚfine.â
âJust fine?â he challenges, moving his bishop.
You nod and move your knight. Youâre waiting for him to move his next piece when you realize heâs not looking at the board anymore.
Looking up you see hazel eyes staring right back at you, âSweetheart,â
âSpencer, donât.â
He sighs, âYou know,â he moves his pawn, âthis isn't the first time that youâve had a hard time communicating with me how you feel.â
A deep sigh leaves you now, it had always been a struggle for you to show emotion so openly to those you love, mainly Spencer. You just didnât want to worry him with the throes of your mind, and while Spencer appreciated the sentiment he reminded you repeatedly that heâs there for you through it all and just really wants you to take advantage of that.
âI just want to help you, angel.â he says softly, âI canât do that if you donât let me in. You donât even have to tell me whatâs wrong, just that something is wrong.â
Tears well up in your eyes, âI know Spence. IâItâs just, saying out loud that Iâmâwhateverâmakes it real. AâAnd then you get so worried and I get more anxiousââ
âHey. Itâs my job to worry about you. Because I love you,â he places his hands on yours, âBut, I was thinking what if we had a code word or something, just a single word, and you can say it or text me or anything and Iâll know that youâre not feeling well.â
Your face softens at his proposal. The irony you face is that your brain has convinced you healing can be done alone, that if youâre the one who fucked up the road you should be the one to repair it. While you know logically healing is more effective when you have support, it doesnât make it any easier for you to accept the help you need, that Spencer feels you deserve.
âI thinkâŚthatâs a good idea.â
âYeah?â he replies, âDo you want to pick the word?â
You think about it for a few minutes. You donât want to do a silly word like banana or chicken, you want something that maybe doesnât sound serious but would still convey the intent of the code word.
âDoes castling work?â you offer softly.
Spencerâs face morphs into something you canât quite decipher, but to him itâs a mix of adoration, love, and pure empathy for you. Heâs just so touched by the fact you want to use that word, after just discussing the significance of that move. Itâs an honor that you trust him enough to be your protecting rook.
âYeah, thatâs perfect angel.â
You give a small nod, âCheck.â
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You knew he wouldnât judge you, thatâs the whole reason you came up with this system. It felt like an emergency contact, which it was, but in a âHow bad is too bad before I call?â type of way.
Laid down in your bed, you stared at the glow of your phone with your messages with Spencer open. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, daring you to make a move.
Nothing even really happened today, it was just one of those periods where you were in a funk. The voices that lingered in your brain fed you disguised truths and cynicism, and it was hard to feel afloat with support when you couldnât even tell what was pulling you down.
It didnât matter though, your tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes amongst the disarray of your room which satirically matched the chaos in your mind were proof enough that maybe, you werenât okay.
In this moment it would be stupidly easy to ignore it all and wallow in your own sorrowâSpencer was away on a case and you didnât know when he was coming back.
So in a leap of faith, or perhaps a lapse in judgment, your thumbs twiddle a message out and press send.
castling
You toss your phone aside and try to avoid thinking about it. Heâs probably busy, theyâre on a case so heâs probably drawing out the geographical maps or maybe heâs on a raid or maybe heâsâDING.
Cautiously grabbing your phone, you slide the notification.
Iâm on the plane, going to land in about an hour or so. I need to make one stop and then Iâll come straight to you, okay?
You stare through the blurriness of your eyes caused by your tears, the words blending together. Before the guilt of texting him and making him aware of your depressed state sinks in, another text comes through.
I love you. See you soon, angel.
Another choked sob releases from your throat, and you put the phone down before any more emotions try to infiltrate you. At some point you end up falling asleep on the bed, your body curled in on itself from the lack of warmth a nice blanket or Spencer couldâve provided.
Youâre only stirred awake when you feel a soothing sensation on your head, long nimble yet intentional fingers sifting through your hair. You attempt to open your eyes through the thin crust itâs formed from crying so much, and youâre squinting for the first few moments of vision before registering the human in front of you.
âHi honey.â Spencer whispers softly as you come to.
âSpenceâŚwhen did youâŚâ
âJust a couple minutes ago,â the hand in your hair comes to rest on your jaw, âHow are you feeling?â
Tired eyes finally meet his brown ones and find nothing but reassurance and concern.
Oh. Youâve worried him now.
The last string of resolve snaps as your face crumbles in and you mutter out apologies mixed in with sniffles and sobs. Spencer moves from his knelt position in front of you to slide in next to you on the bed. He gingerly gathers you in his arms and tucks you into his side whispering itâs okay and youâre safe and iâm here.
After a few long minutes your breathing evens out. âYou came.â you sniffled.
He pulls back to look at you with watered eyes, âYou called. Iâm so proud of you.â
You mumble under your breath, âI didnât even do anything.â
Spencer shakes his head and tucks you right back in place, feeling the floppy fringe of his hair tickling your forehead, âI know a version of you that wouldâve held it all in by yourself. Thank you for letting me be here for you.â
You turn your head into his chest further, letting the hot tears and snot stain his nice button up. His hands rub trails up and down your back, his head bent down to your ear whispering sweet nothings to you. With Spencer delicately taking your defenses down maybe you can finally admit to yourself that you were just too soft for all of it.
âWhere did you have to stop by?â you wonder.
He smiles and readjusts you against his body, âI picked up Thai food,â âAnd some candy, sour of course. And there may be a Snoopy stuffie as well because it reminded me of you.â
You feel a different weight on your heart, not one thatâs constricting but one thatâs embracing, comforting. In a life where youâve rarely felt taken care of, or even being worthy of that care, you know with certainty that Spencer would never let you go a day without knowing how much love and care you deserve.
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Can you write something like Evil Queens WandaNat x maid reader? Like reader is a new make and sheâs kinda shy and quiet because she doesnât wanna draw attention to herself, but she ends up doing that anyway when she manages to get out a really bad bloodstain out of the carpet (cause yk Wanda and Natasha did sum evil muahahaha- Iâm sorry) Anyways, the maids usually have a hard time getting out blood stains which usually leads to them getting fired or uh- yk. But R caught their attention cause she could and was suddenly appointed as their personal maid and uh yeah you go wherever you want from there
Stains of the Heart
EvilQueens!WandaNat x Maid!Fem!Reader
Summary: Though you try to keep yourself hidden amongst the rest of the maids the Queens you work for take notice of you after being able to clean up properly after a mess they've made.
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, mentions of dark themes, mentions of blood, sexual themes
A/N: I feel like I could have made them more evil, but this is what came out as I wrote. These two took over~
The grand hall of the castle was eerily silent as the new maid, you, scurried about, nervously clutching your cleaning supplies. The atmosphere was thick with tension, an almost tangible sense of dread that had settled in ever since you had started working here. You were well aware of the fate of those who failed to meet the exacting standards of the castle's rulers, the formidable queens Wanda and Natasha.
You had heard the whispers among the other servants, the hushed tones speaking of what happened to those who displeased the queens. The stories were enough to make you keep your head down, blending into the background, hoping to avoid their notice.
Today was particularly nerve-wracking. A terrible incident had occurred the night before, leaving a significant bloodstain on the opulent carpet in one of the grand parlors. The maids who had tried to clean it before you had all failed, disappearing shortly after. You knew this was a test of your skills, one that could either secure your place in the castle or seal your doom.
With trembling hands, you set to work. You had always been meticulous, and today you put every bit of your knowledge to use. You mixed a special solution, carefully applying it to the stain. As you worked, you whispered a silent prayer, willing the stain to vanish.
Hours passed, but eventually, the carpet was spotless. You allowed yourself a small sigh of relief, barely daring to believe your success. You knew better than to draw attention to yourself, but as you packed up your supplies, you couldnât help but feel a tiny spark of hope.
That hope was quickly dashed when you felt a presence behind you. Turning slowly, you found yourself face-to-face with Queen Wanda. Her piercing eyes seemed to bore into your soul, making you feel small and insignificant.
"What's your name?" she demanded, her voice smooth yet laced with an underlying threat.
"Y/N, Your Majesty," you replied, keeping your eyes downcast.
"You did this?" she asked, gesturing to the now pristine carpet.
"Yes, Your Majesty," you answered, your voice barely above a whisper.
She studied you for a moment, then nodded. "Impressive. Follow me."
Heart pounding, you followed her through the winding halls of the castle, eventually arriving at a grand chamber where Queen Natasha waited. Her eyes were just as intimidating as Wanda's, and you felt a shiver run down your spine under her scrutinizing gaze.
"This is the one?" Natasha asked, her voice cool and assessing.
"Yes," Wanda replied. "She has a talent."
Natasha approached you, her eyes never leaving yours. "We have a proposition for you," she said, her tone making it clear this was not a request. "You will become our personal maid. Fail us, and you know the consequences."
Your mind raced, but you knew there was only one answer. "Yes, Your Majesty," you agreed, bowing your head.
From that moment on, your life changed. You were no longer just another servant in the castle; you were under the direct scrutiny of the queens. They were demanding, their standards impossibly high, but you met each challenge with quiet determination.
As time passed, you learned more about them. Wanda, with her powerful presence and piercing gaze, and Natasha, with her calculating mind and cold demeanor. You discovered the complexities beneath their fierce exteriors, the reasons for their ruthlessness.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you found yourself alone with Wanda. She seemed different, almost... softer. "You surprise me, Y/N," she said, her voice thoughtful. "Most would have faltered by now."
"I'm just doing my best, Your Majesty," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
"And you do it well," she acknowledged, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
In that moment, you realized that perhaps there was more to your role than you had initially thought. Maybe, just maybe, you could find a place here, earn their trust, and uncover the secrets that lay beneath the surface of their reign.
But for now, you would continue to serve, keeping your head down, your skills sharp, and your heart guarded against the enigmatic allure of the evil queens.
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Your days as the personal maid to Queens Wanda and Natasha had settled into a demanding yet predictable rhythm. The queens were strict, their expectations high, and every task carried the weight of your continued survival. Yet, amidst the constant pressure, you had begun to notice subtle shifts, particularly in Wanda's behavior towards you.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you were summoned to Wanda's private chambers. Your heart raced as you made your way through the dimly lit corridors, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. You knocked softly on the heavy wooden door, waiting for her permission to enter.
"Come in," her voice called from inside, smooth and commanding.
You pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind you. Wanda was seated by the large window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming in. She looked up as you entered, her expression unreadable.
"You wanted to see me, Your Majesty?" you asked, keeping your head slightly bowed in respect.
"Yes, Y/N," she replied, her tone softer than usual. "Come here."
You approached her cautiously, stopping a few feet away. She gestured for you to sit on the nearby cushioned chair, and you obeyed, sitting down with your hands clasped in your lap.
Wanda studied you for a moment, her eyes intense but not unkind. "You've been here for some time now," she began. "You've proven yourself capable, resourceful, and... loyal."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," you said quietly, unsure of where this conversation was leading.
She stood and moved closer to you, her presence both intimidating and strangely comforting. "Do you enjoy your work, Y/N?" she asked, her voice holding an unusual note of curiosity.
"I take pride in my work, Your Majesty," you replied carefully. "I strive to meet your expectations."
She reached out, gently lifting your chin so you were forced to meet her gaze. "You've exceeded them," she said softly, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin.
You felt a blush creep up your neck at her touch, your heart pounding in your chest. "Thank you, Your Majesty," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
Wanda's expression softened further, and she smiledâa rare and breathtaking sight. "You've done more than just meet expectations, Y/N," she said. "You've caught my attention."
You blinked in surprise, not daring to believe what you were hearing. "I... I'm honored, Your Majesty."
She chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving yours. "You've been so quiet, so diligent," she said. "But I see you, Y/N. I see your strength, your determination. And I find myself... intrigued."
Her words left you speechless, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. Wanda's hand moved from your chin to your cheek, her touch warm and tender. "Do not fear me," she whispered, leaning in closer. "I do not intend to harm you. Quite the opposite."
You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "What do you intend, Your Majesty?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
She smiled again, her lips tantalizingly close to yours. "I intend to show you my favor," she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. "To reward your loyalty and dedication."
Before you could respond, she closed the distance between you, her lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you found yourself leaning into her, the world around you fading away.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. "You are special, Y/N," she said quietly. "Remember that."
You nodded, still dazed from the kiss. "I will, Your Majesty."
Wanda's smile widened, and she gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Good. Now, go and rest. You have earned it."
You rose to your feet, feeling a strange mix of emotions. As you left her chambers and made your way back to your quarters, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Wanda's affection was both a blessing and a danger, and you knew you would have to navigate it carefully.
But for now, you allowed yourself a small moment of happiness, the memory of her kiss lingering on your lips as you drifted off to sleep.
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The days following your intimate encounter with Queen Wanda were filled with a peculiar mixture of anxiety and anticipation. You carried on with your duties as usual, but there was an underlying tension in the air, a sense that something significant had shifted. Wanda's affectionate gaze lingered on you more often, and you couldn't help but wonder if others had noticed.
One afternoon, as you were meticulously arranging fresh flowers in the grand hall, you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found yourself face-to-face with Queen Natasha. Her eyes were as cold and calculating as ever, but there was a new intensity in her gaze that made your pulse quicken.
"Y/N," she said, her voice low and authoritative. "Come with me."
Your heart pounded as you followed her through the labyrinthine corridors to a secluded study. Once inside, she closed the door with a quiet finality that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Sit," she commanded, pointing to a chair in front of a large, ornate desk.
You sat down, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, trying to steady your breathing. Natasha circled the desk and took a seat, her piercing eyes never leaving yours.
"I've noticed a change in Wanda," she began, her tone even but with an edge that made you nervous. "She seems... distracted. And I believe I know the reason why."
You swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. "Your Majesty, Iâ"
Natasha held up a hand, silencing you. "Do not lie to me, Y/N. I am well aware of the kiss."
Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a wave of panic. "Iâ"
"Do not be afraid," she said, leaning forward, her eyes narrowing. "I am not here to punish you. In fact, I have a proposition."
You blinked in surprise, the tension in the room thickening. "A proposition, Your Majesty?"
"Yes," Natasha replied, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as she leaned closer. "Instead of simply being our maid, would you like to be our plaything?"
Your eyes widened, and your mind raced. The suggestion was both thrilling and terrifying. "Your Majesty, Iâ"
She reached out, taking your chin in her hand, her grip firm yet not painful. Her eyes bored into yours, making it clear that this was not a casual offer. "Wanda seems to have taken a liking to you that just won't go away," she continued. "And I will do whatever necessary to make her happy."
Her words sent a shiver through you, a mix of fear and desire coursing through your veins. How could you say no to them when everything about them made you want them? You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice.
"Of course, Your Majesty," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "It would be the highest of honors to serve you and Queen Wanda however you need."
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Natasha's lips. "Good," she purred, releasing your chin and leaning back in her chair. "You will continue with your duties as usual, but you will also be available to us whenever we desire. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," you said, nodding.
Natasha's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Very well. You may go."
You rose from your chair, bowing your head respectfully. As you turned to leave, Natasha's voice stopped you.
"And Y/N," she added, her tone almost teasing, "do not disappoint us."
You nodded once more, then quickly left the room, your mind spinning. The proposition was both a dangerous game and an intoxicating possibility. As you resumed your duties, you couldn't help but wonder how this new dynamic would unfold, and what it would mean for your place in the castle.
That night, as you lay in bed, you couldn't shake the feeling of Natasha's intense gaze and Wanda's tender kiss. The queens had ensnared you in their web, and there was no turning back. You only hoped you could navigate their desires and demands without losing yourself in the process.
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The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of intense and secretive encounters with the queens. Each interaction left you more entranced by their power and allure, yet there was always a lingering sense of danger. Wanda's tender kisses and Natasha's possessive touches had become a regular part of your life, blurring the lines between duty and desire. But until now, your encounters with them had remained separate.
Today was different.
You were summoned by Queen Wanda, a call that usually filled you with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Her affection was addictive, and you found yourself craving her attention more with each passing day. However, when you stepped into their private chambers, the sight that greeted you made your heart skip a beat.
Both queens were there, their regal clothes splattered with blood. Panic surged through you as you rushed over to them, your hands trembling as you cupped their cheeks, frantically checking for any cuts or stab wounds. To your immense relief, you found none.
"You're not hurt," you breathed, your voice filled with concern and confusion.
Natasha's grip on your wrist was sudden and firm, pulling you towards her. Her kiss was rough, almost punishing, and you found yourself melting into it despite the intensity. Her other hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as her lips claimed yours. The taste of her was intoxicating, and you barely registered Wanda moving behind you until you felt her soft kisses trailing along your shoulders and neck.
Wanda's hands slipped around your waist, holding you gently but securely. Her lips and tongue worked their magic on your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You were caught between them, their combined presence overwhelming and exhilarating.
"Don't worry, my sweet," Wanda whispered against your neck, her breath warm and soothing. "The blood isn't ours."
Natasha broke the kiss, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "We had some... business to attend to," she explained, her voice low and seductive. "And now we want to attend to you."
Your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, but all you could focus on was the sensation of their hands and lips on your body. Wanda's fingers traced patterns on your skin, while Natasha's grip tightened, a perfect balance of tenderness and dominance.
"You've been such a good girl," Wanda murmured, her voice like honey. "Always so eager to please us."
Natasha's lips curled into a predatory smile. "And now it's time for us to show you just how much we appreciate your devotion."
They guided you towards the large, luxurious bed, each movement coordinated and purposeful. As you lay down, Wanda climbed beside you, her hands never leaving your body. Natasha followed, her eyes never leaving yours as she leaned in for another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate.
Wanda's hands roamed over your torso, her touch gentle yet electrifying. "Relax, my darling," she cooed, her lips brushing against your ear. "Let us take care of you."
Natasha's hand slid under your shirt, her fingers tracing the outline of your bra. "You belong to us now," she whispered, her voice sending a thrill of excitement through you. "Body and soul."
Caught in their embrace, you felt a surge of emotionsâfear, desire, love, and a deep-seated need to please them. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Your Majesties."
Their eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your submission. Together, they undressed you with a mix of urgency and reverence, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of your skin. The room was filled with the sound of your gasps and their murmured words of affection and desire.
Wanda's lips captured yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, her hand cradling your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world. "You're ours," she whispered against your lips.
Natasha's hands moved lower, eliciting a moan from you as she found your most sensitive spots. "Forever," she echoed, her voice a promise and a command.
In their arms, you felt a profound sense of belonging, a connection that went beyond mere physical attraction. They were your queens, and you were their treasured plaything, caught in a web of power, passion, and unspoken loyalty.
As the night wore on, you surrendered yourself completely to their touch, their love, and their power, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to beâat the mercy of the queens who ruled your heart and soul.
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Brookâs Past, Military and Everything Between [ An Essay kinda ]
Brookâs past is not a thing many people seem to mention or think about, at least in full, however itâs something that's plagued me. Not only as a Brook fan, but simply out of the odd implications it has towards the future, if any. Odaâs planted too many seeds for it to utterly be nothing; thereâs so much odd and seemingly out of place comments and facts stated by Brook and others towards this missing history. However, knowing that the show is beginning to near itâs end, due to time, I am unsure of what exactly will be done.
I believe however, for folks' interest and so we can have everything in one place, that compiling everything found so far can be beneficial, so, I have.
Starting with what we know for sure, Brook is from the West Blue, born 90 years ago to a certain kingdom, the same kingdom he was a military convoy leader from. We know this due to a few factors, however itâs still open to debate if it *is* the same kingdom, however seeing as he was shown as a child to already know what fencing is, practicing moves with his bow, I am just going to say he probably was. In any case, other things worth noting, on the topic of childhood, is that Brook seems to have had money. At least, stability.
Compared to a lot of the other strawhats, Brook is shown dressing very nice. No tatters, no tears, shined shoes and a full violin and bow. He also, as already stated, seemed to be exposed to fencing enough to mirror the moves. If this comes from his kingdom, it means he was exposed to it at a young age. Knowing that he was a military convoy leader, this could be taken that perhaps there were military demonstrations, perhaps the kid saw castle guard or other displays; itâs really up in the air.
We know Brook, again as stated before, became a military convoy leader. Now, the definition of what exactly that means can differ.
Wikipedia states; A convoy is a group of vehicles, typically motor vehicles or ships, traveling together for mutual support and protection. Often, a convoy is organized with armed defensive support and can help maintain cohesion within a unit. It may also be used in a non-military sense, for example when driving through remote areas.
This could mean Brookâs job couldâve been accompanying ships for protection, being a knight for his King, mediating information and goods that come in and out of the kingdom. This would make sense on why his speed was needed, a 9.2 ft man being a great choice for a leader.
His weapon also would make sense for this kind of mission, perhaps secrecy being important or at least the ability to be discreet. His cane sword, a âShikomizueâ, is not unique however to just him in the show, one other man using one that has been confirmed so far, that being Fujitora. The pair also share a sea, the west, and both utilize iaijutsu (quick draw techniques.) Fujitora blinded himself with said sword because of something apparently so cruel and inhumane that he rather not see anguish. This may be related to Brookâs departure from his kingdom, which is addressed later in this essay. (Fig 3-5.)
Another thing thatâs worth mentioning here is Brookâs attack patterns, being unique even for his kingdom apparently. Once again, during the Ryuma fight, Brook states, and I quote;
âRyuma: âNow tell me, what part of that wretched excuse for a body would you like me to severe with my special âArrow Notch Slash?â Brook: You donât know a thing about that move, so do not use itâs name. I use to serve in my kingdomâs raider squad. The quick draw attack that I was most skilled at was âRequiem Lebanderoleâ. My comrades-in-arms renamed it in regards to my fighting technique.â
(Fig. 1, Brook explains his raider squad and move names. A banderole mind you is a long flag for BATTLE crusades. )
This sets up a few interesting facts. 1. Brook was in a raider squad, a kingdomâs group of marauders, as well as if not the same job as convoy leader.Â
2. His techniques were unique to him, or at least specialized to a degree of having a nickname. 3. As expected, he seems to have been close to these men he commanded, adding another layer over Brook loosing the Rumbars. Being in both a raider squad and being a convoy leader at one point, if not the same point, implies either Brook was simply versatile, acting in both in separate years or periods. Or, the most likely, that he was higher ranking than expected, making him a CO, or commanding officer. (Lieutenant Colonel is another equal rank for scale, making Brook just below a Major.) This makes him quite the important figure, especially for a kingdom that seems to value its military so much, so much so that a child of Brookâs age would already know about their style of fencing, as expressed already. Brookâs devil fruit is worth mentioning here, the revive-revive fruit not likely to be found by a crew like the Rumbars. It is spoken about as if he has always had it amongst the crew, being a fact of life. However, when did he get that fruit and why? I propose where it would be useful; in combat. If your military convoy leader, your best swordsman could be shot and come right back to protect the king, would he not be utterly invaluable? You would never let him leave⌠But he DID leave. Itâs not said why, however we have some extra tidbits of information that may tell us why, and that ALSO may tell us the answer to what kingdom he means.
( Fig. 2. Brook states his leaving of the military for unknown reasoning, the word certain being used in an odd way, establishing his bounty.) This bounty mind you all is in fact, using inflation method, 297,000,000 berries. That is a MASSIVE bounty for just a pirate. Perhaps a certain blond stole a treasure a kingdom could not replace; their convoy leader. Lets rewind for a moment and cover something that may be seen as off topic however I will come right back to the subject at hand; Calico Yorki. Yorki is an odd bird, pirate wise. He makes his crew read his bounties and information, is never shown to play an instrument/sing but makes his crew preform/they all do, and makes Brook make him dinner. (Steak, and Brook continues to be able to make it as confirmed by an SBS.) What is oddest yet, other than his large crew and shirtless habits, is his nature. A man that set to sea to play music for âorphans and crying childrenâ as stated by himself; a crew made for âany men who love music.â Now, I could be reading into this too hard, however from his speech patterns, to this apparent need for a large family, it seems that singing to orphans may be a very personal goal. An orphan turned pirate perhaps, with lofty dreams and a heart of gold, it reads to me that Yorki may have been just that. Knowing this, orphan or not, we now can compare these facts to Brookâs life up until their meeting. A child who probably grew up being taught to fight, being around access to education, expenses and the kingdomâs training. Why would a man like Brook ever join a man like Yorki, and if itâs only music, would that not make Brook a deserter? I do not think that is the case. I will now bring forward some interesting evidence regarding Brookâs kingdom and WHY he would leave. Germa 66. During Zou to Whole Cake, a few mentions of Germa are made with Brook around, garnering interesting reactions indeed.
( Fig. 3. Brook listens but chooses not to add anything utter than silence, his music pausing as well.) This silence could be take as simple ignorance, however Brook later admits he knows of the kingdom, in fact, he knows a lot. A lot more than anyone else did, Reiju admitting interest in his knowledge and once again, Brook brushes it off.
(Fig 4, 5, Brook speaks about Germa 66.) He seems to underplay or simply not elaborate a LOT on his kingdom, as if something happened. Perhaps joining Yorki was not out of simple cowardice or need to be free, (which again if he did would both reflect poorly upon his entire character and not be in character for him what so ever,) but in fact, out of necessity. It could have been Germa 66, it could have been some other grouping, however I believe this will come to be something important. The kingdom possibilities are interesting as well, and I will list the following LIKELY possibilities. (Other options are known to not be military, like Ohara, or literally places like Thriller Bark itself.) - Toroa - God Valley - Illsia Kingdom - Soja Kingdom The most likely candidates, because again, it is labeled as certain kingdom (Fig 2.) is Toroa or Soja, however I will personally lean into Toroa. This is because of a man by the named of Byron.
(Fig 6. Byron and his information.) His nose and face shape vaguely resemble Brook, however honestly that is a stretch. What is NOT however is his familiar attire, family line and the placement of his kingdom. This could easily be Brookâs home, however again, this is just speculation. Brook very well could belong to Godâs Valley, or the same kingdom as Issoh, fleeing because of something he did not agree with or literally could not stand any longer. But, that falls under possibility, not fact. This concludes the facts section, now comes the final question; What does it mean for the story? And, honestly, that can be debated. What Oda has done is plant odd seeds of information about the man, similar to Sanji and his ties to Vinsmoke, that have not been addressed nor talked about in full, or so Iâve found sufficiently. These seeds MAY bloom into what I hope will be a tie into some huge reveal, perhaps aid from a past member of his convoy or kingdom, or perhaps this will only spark conflict. Perhaps it will be minute, Brook being able to aid due to his knowledge, the man already in Thriller Bark showing his prowess by being able to command the strawhats into defeating zombies via salt and tactic. In any case, we can only hope these things mean anything, tied into some huge story that could explain why a man like him would quit for a redneck like Yorki, other than perhaps love, and what kingdom would let a man like him go willingly.
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Itâs Youâ¤ď¸âđĽ Part.2
Summary: You went along with Bella to Italy to save Edward, but when you get there things go unexpectedly and you become mate to the strongest Volturi guard
Pairing: Felix x human female reader
Warning: Mention of blood, bit of angst
Part.1
â˘Masterlistâ˘
Itâs been a week since Iâve been living in the Volturi castle in Italy, for the first few days I stayed in my room that I shared with Felix, the bed was mainly mine since he doesnât sleep but sometimes I craved for his touch at night to help calm me to sleep
It was late at night and I was ready for bed, Heidi was another vampire I grew close to, she was easy to talk too and made me feel at home, she even went out shopping and bought me a much of new clothes, including the silk deep red night dress I was wearing right now as I was cuddled alone in the bed I so desperately want Felix in but alas he had guard duty
Finishing my book I laid it aside when the doors open revealing the one vampire I was missing, I could feel my heart quicken and my smile brighten as he walked towards me
âYouâre back! I missed youâ I said jumping in his lap as he sat on the bed, his strong arms quick to tighten around my waist
âOh how I missed you too amore, what a sexy dress and my favorite color too, such a tempterousâ he said as his eyes roamed my body his hands squeezing my hips
âHeidi picked it out, I was hoping youâd like itâ I said placing my hands on his hips
âOh amore I donât like it I adore it, I adore youâ he said nuzzling his nose into my neck, he had admitted that he loved doing this because I was warm and he craved my scent
âI was wonderingâŚ.i mean only if you want to of courseâŚ.would you maybe stay with me in the bed tonight? I know you donât sleep but I want to feel you next to me while I sleepâ he raised his head and smiled gently
âIâd be honouredâ in a flash he changed out of his daily work clothes into a pair of grey sweatpants and a slim fitted black long sleeve top, his form showing beautifully in this attire compared to the jacket he usually had on, only making me crave him more
Climbing into bed next to me I curled into his side flaring my legs over his lap as my head rested on his arm, his other hand come to rest on my hip, he was hard and cold but god did it feel right
âSleep my little one, you need your restâ
âYouâll stay right?â
âAll night, Iâll be here when you wakeâ and slowly I drifted off into the best sleep Iâve had since being here
I woke up finally feeling relaxed looking up to see Felix was still holding me with a book in his other hand
âGood morning handsome!â I smiled as I sat up rubbing my eyes
âMorning amore, sleep well? You were talking in your sleep a lotâ he smirked
âOh no what did I say?â Nervously fiddling with my fingers not remembering anything I might have dreamed about
âNothing crazy just mumbling my name a lot, were you dreaming of my little one?â He asked as he grazed his hand over my exposed thigh
âUmm I donât rememberâŚ.oh god this is so embarrassingâ I groaned trying to look anywhere but his piercing ruby eyes
âDonât be I quite enjoyed it, even though I love being with you darling I have to get to the throne room for the dayâ he said as he stood up and walked over to our shared wardrobe and I watched as he stripped out of his clothes leaving him in a pair of black boxers, his back was muscular and strong, his legs like tree trunks and when he turned his abs had me weak
âLike what you see darling?â He laughed as he pulled on his work clothes
âWas your body sculpted by the gods wowâ my mouth agape from awe
He finished getting ready then was kneeling infront of me at the side of the bed
âIâll see you this evening, I have something special planned, wear something nice and meet me in the gardens amoreâ he smiled placing a gentle kiss to my hair line before he was gone
Times like this made me feel incredibly self conscious, he was beautiful not a single flaw and I was just a human, my hair had bust offs, my skin wasnât spot less like marble as his was, my body wasnât extremely toned like his, what did he see in me?
Grudgingly I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on a pair of casual leggings and hoodie for now, putting my hair into a ponytail and leaving the room in hopes to find Heidi
Thankfully it wasnât hard finding her in the library as she was sat on a leather couch flipping through a fashion magazine, she quickly looked my way as I head towards her, plopping myself down on the couch beside her
âY/n! Is everything okay youâre looking a bit down hunâ she said as she placed her magazine to the side giving me her full attention
âIâve just been insecure I guess, I may or may not have seen Felixâs body this morning and heâs just so perfect I mean how does he not have girls hanging off of him and he gets saddled with me, I know weâre mates but I feel like heâll get bored of me and realize he can have so much betterâ I said as my face flushed and I could feel the tears well in my eyes
âOh hun donât think like that, trust me he adores you, you should hear the way he fawns over when heâs talking with Demetri, he thinks the world of you, he worships the ground you walk on just give it time everything will itself outâ
âThanks Heidi I appreciate it, hey Felix said he had something special planned tonight and said I had to dress nice, and seeing as youâre an expert in everything fashion wanna help me get readyâ I asked hoping to cheer the mood and distract myself
âOmg Iâve been waiting for this day! Letâs go!â
Heidi did one last curl in my hair and we were finally done, she had me all dolled up like I was going to a ball
âHow do you like it?!â She asked looking at me through the mirror
âI love it thank you so much! I feel like a princessâ my dress was a deep grey covered in sparkles stopping at my mid thigh, a black lace cover over my shoulders, my makeup subtle but classy with sparkles on my eyes
âBecause you are a princess, now itâs about time Felix will be getting off now go make his jaw dropâ she smiled pushing me towards the door
I made my way through the long winding hallways, pushing open the back door finally feeling the fresh night air, the garden glowing with the little decorations the Volturi members each added, suddenly a gush of wind whipped by me, I smiled turning around hoping to see Felix but was faced with someone I wasnât formally acquainted with, Iâve seen him around sometimes but he was usually lurking in the shadows giving me an unsettled feeling thankfully I was always with Felix but now that Iâm alone I felt fear, complete fear as his eyes roamed every inch of me
âWhy donât you look exquisite, and here all alone what a treatâ his smirk widening from ear to ear
âFelix is gonna be here any minute you better leaveâ I said anxiously as I stepped back
âWell I better hurry thenâ in an instant he was on me pushing my hard to the ground knocking the wind out of me, I tried to push him away but it was no use and I could feel my life flash before my eyes, this isnât how I wanted to go I didnât wanna go at all I only just found my soulmate, life was just starting and the only thing I could think of to hopefully save me was scream
âFELIX HELP MEâ the scream i let out was desperate and blood curdling but i was too late as pain seared through my shoulder, his death dug deep into my flesh, i could feel my blood run down my back
Almost just as quickly as he latched on he was ripped away, by who I donât know because the venomous pain coursing through my shoulder was distracting, excruciating, soon Felix was leaning over me panic written all over his face, Demetri on my other side
âFELIX IT BURNS MAKE IT STOPâ I screamed again
âYou can do it Felix, sheâs not ready yetâ Felix looked conflicted before he huffed a breathe he didnât have and sunk his teeth into the previous wound sucking out the venom as soon as that scorching pain subsided I became weak as Felix clung to me
âFelix sheâs clean, youâre taking too muchâ with a snap he was off me, my blood dripping down his face, scared, worried
âIâm so sorry I couldnât protect you mio amore, I should have been hereâ he said as he laid my head on his lap
âYou saved me Felix, this wasnât your faultâŚâŚ.IâŚI love youâ I said weakly before I faded into unconsciousness
Waking up the light beaming through the window bothering my eyes, quickly shielding them as the bed dipped beside me
âThank god youâre awake, I was so worried Angelâ I turned seeing Felix, his skin paler than usual, eyes as black as coal which ive never seen before
I raised my hands tracing my fingers over his cool cheek
âAre you okay? You look sick if thatâs possibleâ
âYouâve been out for 2 days I couldnât leave your side, I havenât been feeding I just needed to be with youâ he smiled pushing my hair back
âIâm okay, a little sore but Iâm fine because of you, you still need to take care of yourself too tho my loveâ he nuzzled into my hand which warmed by heart
âI wish the night went differently I had so much planned for usâ he said as he climbed into the bed next to me so I could cuddle into him, everything felt right again
âI had a whole picnic for us, well you mostly, the moon was gonna be illuminating us and I know you love that, then I was gonna present you with a gift I have had with me since I found out about mates millennia agoâ my heart pumped with excitement I sat up to look at him
âYou have a gift for me!â
âYes amore here Iâve held onto it long enough, now itâs with the one I got it forâ he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a long thin box
He opened it to reveal a gorgeous bracelet, one youâd never be able to find even in the last 100 years, a unique gold chain with added gold tiny flowers along the chain and at the center a ruby crystal surrounded by more flowers
âFelix itâs beautiful, I love it! Would you help me putting it on?â I asked as I gave him my wrist which he was quick to place the bracelet around
âItâs beautiful on you amore, it was made for youâ he smiled as he placed a kiss to my hand like a gentleman
âI love you Felixâ
âI love you more than you could ever know little oneâ
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hiiii, i love ur writing so much, u capture the slytherin boys perfectly chefs kiss đ and i was wondering if u could do 69 or ab/thigh riding with any of the boys?? heehee đ¤ if ur not comfortable with that thatâs totally ok, js wanted to ask and see
thanks!!
Hide and seek- T.R
(tw: thigh riding, 69, ab riding, overstim, praise, slight degradation, prey+predator mindset)
first of all thank u smmm, annnd okay sooo how about both.. hehe >:)
you see, tom was a man who was into many things. some, usual, and some well.. deranged?
he wasnât the type to immediately get into sexual relations upon getting together, but believe me once heâs there, thereâs no going back. he watched over you constantly as if you were his prey, ready to be taken over by him, your main predator.
and when i say predator i mean it, once hes got you youâre his and thereâs no getting out, he will literally eat you out the second heâs got you. he loves playing this special little game, one where you run, hide, and he seeks. now it seems easy, the castle is huge thereâs no way he could catch you.
not to mention the fact that you two only play at night- prefect privileges.
youâre running, heart pounding against your chest at the thought that any given moment tom would snatch you up and youâd lose your game, though thatâs what you really wanted. the adrenaline starts kicking in when you hear echoed footsteps from another hall, attempting to sprint away as quietly as possible failing miserably; hearing the footsteps getting louder and closer.
no thinking necessary you ran out of the castle and it was pitch black. peeking behind as you were running you caught a glimpse of tom chasing after you- this time you did think but only for a split second before running towards the forbidden forest not looking behind at all and rushing throughout different bushes and passing creatures.
finally stopping for a second to take a rest and catch your breath you slid down a tree and sat breathing heavily. you closed your eyes for a second and as you were getting up you heard a twig break. looking behind you there stood tom smirking. you had two options in this part of the game, surrender and have some mercy, or the fun option, run more and whatever happens.. happens.
obviously choosing the fun option you immediately ran for your life in the opposite direction of him and swerved around trees trying to offset him from your trail, to no avail you heard twigs breaking behind you after youâve thought youâve gotten away.
stopping for a moment you realized there were no more breaking twigs, or any noise at all for that matter. you looked around worried, there was not even the sound of a cricket. all you could hear was your breathing, until you felt warm sporadic breathing over your left shoulder. abruptly turning around you were stopped by strong arms. âcaught you doveâ
even though you knew it was tom, even though you knew he wouldnât hurt you, your heart was practically beating through your chest. you could never imagine what he was going to do to you whenever you lost this specific game, even if youâve never actually won.
âyou know, running into the forest like that.. not very smart of you. i think someone might need a bit of a punishmentâ. his hand met your throat tightly wrapping around it, whispering a charm that brought you back to his dorm. âhow the fuckâ you breathed out suddenly dizzy. âwatch your toneâ he slapped your ass harshly pushing you on the bed.
âstrip for me dollâ, his voice was deep and seductive his words making you hypnotized doing exactly what you were told. removing your skirt slowly looking up at him with your fuck me eyes, followed by removing your shirt giving him a smile. âi have no problem ripping that shit off hurry up.â no hesitation you threw your underwear and bra across his room revealing yourself completely.
âmm you get hotter and sluttier everydayâ he breathed out walking towards you unbuttoning his shirt. though your boyfriend didnât look it, he was hiding a raging six pack underneath that white button down. absolutely toned to perfection you stared in awe, as you did everytime he took his shirt off. âcan i touchâ you looked up at him reaching for his stomach.
he smirked slapping your hand down âactually, youâre going to do something for me.â he laid on the bed and looked over at you, âyouâre going to ride my abs, just like the slut you are dollâ his smirk only growing wider at your visual embarrassment. âwhatâs wrong? i thought you loved them..â he chuckled mockingly in amusement.
your face was an indescribable color of crimson and you couldnât even look him in the eyes as you straddled yourself over his stomach and brought yourself down onto his abs. âspitâ he nodded towards your pussy not even looking back up at you, doing as you were told you spit down onto his abs lifting yourself slightly so it could roll down underneath you, lowering yourself back down.
his hands met your hips harshly and began grinding you back and forth onto his abs, to your surprise your clit was being perfectly stimulated dragging over his abs your wetness now mixing with the previous spit as low moans escape your mouth. âi knew youâd like this shit whoreâ he slapped your right breast causing a loud moan to leave your mouth âi need you tomâ you cried out desperately for his dick.
âwell dick is only for good girls who surrender for me, someone didnât surrender.â he pushed you off of his stomach and shoved you on his thigh, âget yourself off for me, and maybe, just maybe iâll let you have dickâ his eyes darkened waiting for your next move, wanting any chance to fuck him you began moving your hips chasing your high just looking at him.
you desperately moved yourself back and forth leaving a slick spot of wetness on his school pants that heâd yet to remove. your eyes trailed up and down his body- scanning his abs admiring how shiny they look covered in your arousal. balancing yourself onto him your hand landed onto his raging boner. it felt like a complete fucking rock. and you absolutely needed it. just the thought of it alone made your immediately reach your high. moaning for him as he watched you carefully.
he reached his fingers down to your pussy sliding them under and pushing them inside the pleasure making you moan even more before he abruptly removed them taking them into his mouth âso delicious doveâ he smirked. âi think overstimulation is the perfect punishment for your forbidden forest incident.â he pushed you off of him and onto the bed, getting off the bed and dragging your legs to the end. he bent down and his head dived into your pussy.
he shook his head back and fourth licking and twirling his tongue all over your clit you could feel another high coming and you didnât want him to stop no matter how much the pleasure hurt. just when you were about to cum he shoved three fingers inside of you pumping them in and out at a harsh speed. you were unable to control your own reactions drool ready to spill from your mouth as you moaned like there was no tomorrow.
you tried to keep yourself from cumming, you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of it. he sucked and twirled his tongue around your clit licking up and down all while fingering you expertly. he knew every spot that made you feel pleasure and had no problem finding new ones. everything finally took over and you couldnât hold back.
even when you screamed âiâm cumming oh fuckkkâ- he didnât stop. tom curled his fingers up and began curling and un curling them all while pumping in and out of you, his long slender fingers hitting your g-spot perfectly. he suddenly stopped. removing all fingers and his face from your pussy. without any words he got back on the bed and smirked. âever done six nine before, loveâ he winked dragging your ass to his face and immediately going back to eating your pussy.
through your moans and undeniable pleasure you tried your best to remove his throbbing boner from his pants, most of it springing out of his boxers you took what you could in your mouth and began bobbing your head. âfuckkâ he took a break from your pussy leaning back and groaning lowly. you swirled your tongue around his tip multiple times before taking all of it and leaving it there for a second.
you were about to keep going when his mouth began to suck harshly on your swollen clit. your moan barley escaping over his dick in your mouth the vibration itself gave him pleasure, he continued abusing your clit, slapping your ass over and over before you bobbed your head more. you were a moaning mess gobbing on tomâs cock, spit was all over yours and tomâs body.
managing to get one arm to his dick you pumped the base of his shaft and sucked only the tip, attempting to give him a taste of his own medicine. you knew he wouldnât last long if you did this. just then he began thrusting himself up into your throat fucking your face all while eating you out. at this point it wasnât only a game of pleasure and overstimulation, but it was a game of you trying to breathe while he attempts to catch his own high.
his thrusts were harsh and your throat would surely be bruised by tomorrow but oh my god did it make you want to cum. and so you did, you came hard, loud, and well, you squirted all over his face. the noise that left your mouth was almost demonic-yet heavenly to him as the pleasure truly became too much. and with that you felt tomâs cum shooting down your throat making you gag at the harsh impact of his thick cum.
âgood fucking girl.. fuck y/nâ he sighed heavily pulling you off of him and bringing you on top of him, âi love this gameâ you sighed catching your breath.
this was so fun to write tbh not having to come up with my own ideas is great LMAO
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Hot Ghouls in your Area ch 4 progress
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Danny floated miserably through the stacks, pulling out books that looked remotely plausible. Maybe he needed help. Jazz would help him without laughing at him, right?
Sam and Tucker absolutely would not. They would think it was hilarious that he had so little game that the universe assigned him a boyfriend via Jeremy Waters.Â
âAs if I could pull a guy who looks like that,â Danny thought wryly, and then felt a little bad about himself in comparison. Jason was, uhhhh, physically blessed. He was tall and well proportioned and his hands- Danny fought down a shiver and resisted the urge to steal another look. Jason was out of sight anyway.
Well. He still hadn't seen Jason's face. Maybe he was ugly! You never know. Or maybe under the helmet it was totally smooth, no face. That would be neat. Danny paused mid motion to imagine that.
Haha. Sick, man.
That concept cheered him up a little as he grimly opened the first book and started skimming for likely words like marriage, spouse, and concubine.Â
He didnât bother reading anything in detail. He stuck a post it note on each page with a relevant term and then put the book in a pile to take back to his dorm. This wasnât going to get solved in a day.
Ah, shit. Danny paused. This wasnât going to get solved in a day. He bit his lip and looked off in the direction where Jason had disappeared to do his own research.
He truly didnât have time to devote to this right now. He was not willing to drop his school life in order to solve a sudden problem. Jason was just going to have to cope with whatever timeline Danny could manage without setting his life on fire.
On the other hand, Jason was a human guy who probably had a life of his own at the biker bar/fight club. Whatever the hell required that kind of outfit probably kept him busy! So Danny couldnât like, just leave him in the castle to chill.
âNot to mention the fact that he shouldnât be able to live here very long anyways,â Danny muttered to himself.
That was troubling him. Frankly, Jason should have been intolerably uncomfortable in the ghost zone for this long without specialized protective equipment. It wasnât meant for humans.
âWhat did Jeremy do to this guy?â
Yikes. Did this mean⌠Did this mean Danny should have given that little cult thing more credit? But Jeremy was just such a doofus. He grimaced. Embarrassing. Why were his enemies so embarrassing? This shit didnât happen to, like, Wonder Woman.
Danny buried himself back in the books to avoid the growing suspicion that Jason might have been uhhhh magically altered to make him an appropriate concubine to a dead king. That thought sucked! He didnât like it. He really didnât like the idea of bringing it up with Jason.
When he had what he thought was a good first round of research, Danny shelved the books heâd gotten out and went to find where his âŚ
He whole-body flinched at the point where he needed to plug an appropriate noun into that sentence.Â
âJason?â Danny called, juggling books into a stack. âI think we should probably get you back to the re- the human world. Before something inexorable happens.â
A pause.
âI donât think you know what that word means,â Jason said. A book shut. Danny headed towards the sound, phasing through shelves effortlessly. A spark of curiosity lit up at Jasonâs voice. He sounded relaxed, even through the helmetâs filter.Â
âI want to hear his real voice. Bet itâs nice.â
Wait. What? Danny shook the thought away, discomforted. He plastered a wide grin on his face. âI donât know any words,â he lied breezily. âIâm just ad libbing. Anyway!â He flopped dramatically down onto the big chair next to Jasonâs, making sure to be extra physical to get a satisfying whumpf. âWe really should go! I can get you to the human world, but, uh, I canât promise to put you back where you came from.â He scratched at the back of his neck. âI think this is going to be a more than one day affair.â
Jason was watching him. There was nothing visible through his helmet, but Danny got the sense that he was tense, waiting for a threat.Â
Which, what? Why would Jason feel threatened by-
Oh. Danny felt a knot in his stomach. Right. That made a lot of sense. He felt kinda sick.Â
He didnât let the feeling show through and barreled on speaking. âI donât exactly have an easy way for you to contact me, but we probably need to stay in touch to fix this. Do you have any ideas?âÂ
The lie felt kind of gross. But he could hardly tell the guy; âIâm an engineering student in Gotham, you can just call my cell or come to the dorms.â
Jason seemed to relax at the cessation of control. âIf you can stick around, yeah. Iâll get you a burner phone, exchange numbers. Youâre not going toâŚâ He trailed off. Danny felt a frown somehow. âYou wonât have any signal here, actually. That wonât work.â
âI can make it work,â Danny assured him, hands up. âI mean, I canât make it work here, or I would have offered to help with your tech. But I can pop in and out of the human world and check my messages.â
âThatâll work.â Jasonâs helmet turned ever so slightly. âAbout the booksâŚâ
âYou found something good?â Danny asked, impressed. âYeah, awesome. Just be really careful with them, the librarian is a scary guy.â
Jasonâs hand flexed over the closed book on his thigh. âI can take- how many can I take out?â
Danny scoffed. âIâm not your dad,â he said. âWhatever you can carry, man. You ready to go or do you need a minute?â He flipped back to his feet with a grunt.Â
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Part 14: The Perfect Plan
King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader
Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.
Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.
Word Count: 6123 words.
A/N: Sorry for posting late. The power went out last night mid translation lmao. Third world country typa shit
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The gloom of the castle was welcoming. Infusing themselves with the darkness. Walking in a straight line on the crimson carpets in the company of a small candle was Uraume's favorite activity. They had from 10 p.m. to 3 a.m. to relax, watch around without the pressure of having the king on their shoulders while being consumed by their own thoughts. They didn't have to think or worry until the sun peeked over the mountains. It was just Uraume marching like a soldier throughout the castle alongside the army of curses that guarded the perimeter like hawks.Â
Loud, determined footsteps caught their attention, igniting battle mode in their mind. A stowaway had infiltrated the castle without the curses noticing? Uraume quickly ran to find the source of the noise. A wild Yorozu who was out of her room after curfew. She had broken one of the most important rules of the castle. âWhat the fuck is she doing?â they thought, annoyed.Â
Uraume was fed up with both sisters. They hated you for being so gentle and fragile to everyone when the king needed someone strong on his side, but it didn't compare to the abhorrence they felt for Yorozu. Uraume had never been so happy to lose a servant before. In the few weeks she was under his charge, she destroyed a set of dishes, stained a collection of tablecloths and turned the entire service staff against her. They tried everything to correct her insolent attitude, but nothing seemed to work. When the king dictated that Yorozu would be his apprentice, they didn't know whether to cry with happiness at having a new sorceress in the castle or worry about the kingâs choices.Â
âYou know I never go against your will, my king,â Uraume said to the king as he reviewed documents on his desk. âBut Yorozu is undisciplined, vulgar and dirty, as I mentioned in my reports. Of all the curses that would do anything to be your apprentice, you chose her? This time I donât understand your decision,â they asked, confused by his actions.Â
âI'm not doing it for me,â Sukuna confessed before sealing a receipt abruptly, a small maneuver to make Uraume understand that they were going too far with their voice tone. âI'm doing it for her.âÂ
âYou're fucking lucky you're that one's sister,â Uraume thought as Yorozu walked towards them without fear the consequences. It was as if she was casually reuniting with an old friend in the park, she greeted them from afar waving her hand from side to side with a big smile printed on her face.Â
âGood evening, Uraume,â Yorozu greeted enthusiastically. Â
âYou should be in your room. It's already past 10 o'clock,â Uraume reminded her.Â
âI'm just going to look for my sister in the king's room,â the brunette explained.Â
âA year of watching me like a hawk, and you know nothing about me?â For some reason, that comment you had made bothered them quite a bit. You couldn't be so complex to tell them something like that. You were just a simple fragile human like every other lady they ever met. There was nothing special about you or your sister. You were two open books with clear intentions. There was nothing you could hide in front of their nose. âThat's impossible. She would never break such a simple rule.â Uraume set the candle down on the nearest table to remove their hands from the black cloak that wrapped around their body whenever night came.Â
âI don't think you understand what happens to humans who go outside curfew,â Uraume warned her before placing his palm in front of her.Â
âWow, and I thought you liked me,â Yorozu scoffed with a confident smile, quickly understanding that a fight would start soon.Â
âNot a bit,â Uraume admitted.Â
They launched a flurry of sharp stalactites towards Yorozu. Her grinning opponent didn't hesitate to create her beetle armor. The emerald green exoskeleton glowed in golden hues against the torches illuminating the hallway. The stalactites hit Yorozu's armored body, so it only caused her to recoil from the impact. Uraume created two stalactites that served as swords for melee and took advantage of the recoil to run towards her. Quickly, they looked for an open area to fit his improvised weapon. Uraume snapped them in the neck area, but the ice shattered when it came in contact with the hard armor. Yorozu didnât miss the open opportunity to kick her opponent in the abdomen, sending them flying to the other side of the hallway.Â
âIs that all you've got?â Yorozu asked them before creating a sword with her technique to hit him back.Â
Uraume generated a piece of dry ice thick enough for the sword to get stuck in it. Yorozu tried to pull it out, but his strength was not enough. Uraume spun the ice on its axis so that Yorozu let go and broke the piece of ice on her head. Yorozu recoiled from the massive blow she received. She could barely breathe under the mask from the tremendous knockout. Everything was spinning and she thought she was about to pass out. âSister...â she prayed that you would appear at that instant to help her. Yorozu had consumed almost all her energy creating the armor and the heavy sword, but she couldn't give up. Not yet.
âIs that all you've got?â Uraume asked as they watched her with disdain as she gasped for her life against the wall.Â
Yorozu screamed in rage as she created a knife and ran towards Uraume. If she was going to die that night, at least she would die fighting on her feet. They just looked at her with disappointment before blowing ice at her. Freezing her entire body instantly, leaving her head out so she could breathe. Yorozu screamed in desperation as she flailed like a worm in salt in order to escape, but all her attempts were in vain. Uraume reached over to slap her. The hollow sound echoed down the hallway, drawing the attention of some cursing.Â
âShut up, you'll wake the king,â they scolded her.Â
âYou can't do this to me, I'm the king's apprentice,â Yorozu threw a tantrum. Uraume slapped her again, now on the other cheek.Â
âI told you to shut up,â Uraume repeated with a macabre smile. They were having fun watching the little sorceress agonize.Â
âYou're only doing this because you're jealous, aren't you!?â Yorozu tried to trigger them.Â
âJealous of whom?â Uraume asked, offended. âI would never be jealous of a filthy rat like you.â
Uraume held her tightly by the jaw, enough to mark their slender fingers against her pale skin from the extreme cold. Yorozu could do nothing against the experienced sorcerer. It was a pity that a fool had such extraordinary power. Uraume's smile widened as they watched their opponent shiver and complain from the cold. It was satisfying to see someone finally teach her a lesson.Â
âConsider yourself lucky if you make it to the morning,â Uraume said, turning their back on Yorozu to walk away down the hallway.Â
The sorceress screamed, pleaded and squirmed as she watched Uraume take the candle and continue the vigilance, completely ignoring her cry for mercy. âDon't worry, my sister will come back for me once she doesn't find me in her room.â Yorozu held up hope as she shivered. She was beginning to lose feeling in her fingers and gradually her touch as well. Her hair clung to the ice trying to avoid resting her chin against the ice.Â
The sun peeked through the curtains, the fireplace had gone out and the crows were merrily singing a somber song. You awoke in the king's warm arms, just as they had fallen asleep. You wiped the drool that was subtly escaping from your mouth as you half-opened your eyes to see the golden clock on the nightstand. It wasn't long before the king would be awakened for breakfast, which meant you were late getting ready. You slipped out of Sukuna's arms, waking him slightly.Â
âGood morning,â you whispered with a tired smile.Â
âMorning your ass,â he grumbled before rolling over and covering his face with the blanket. âHe can be really childish,â you thought with a chuckle.
You jumped off the giant bed to leave the room. As you opened the door, you ran into a shocked Uraume, who was about to knock on the door. They watched you with wide eyes and their mouth sweeping the floor. âYorozu wasn't lying!â They thought as they realized that you had indeed spent the night in the king's room. Uraume could not believe that his king had lost his patience and decided to conceive his heir so soon. Â
âGood morning, Uraume,â you greeted. âWhy is he looking at me like that?â you asked in confusion. You smiled feigning innocence before passing by to run back to your room.Â
Uraume just followed you with their sight, still perplexed by the situation. âYeah I don't know youâ they thought about what you had told him earlier as you watched yourself run down the hallway with your pink nightgown fluttering with each step.Â
You walked down the hallways until you ran into a block of ice in the middle of the hallway. âUraume punishing someone?â you thought as you got closer so you could see which servant it was. Your eyes widened at the sight of that brown hair you already knew so well, your sister was trapped in the ice. You called her name several times as your legs moved quickly towards her, but there was no response. Her eyes were closed, she was pale and her lips were blue. You patted her face a couple of times to wake her up, again, there was no response.
âNo, no, no...â. You repeated desperately while tears threatened to escape from your eyes at the sight of the situation she was in.
You were in charge of protecting her and making her happy. You neglected her for one night and she ended up being frozen. Who knows how long she had been stranded there. You touched her neck to find her pulse, she was weak, but still alive. You looked around for some tool that could help you get your sister out of her whereabouts, but you first came across a sword that was stuck in a half-thawed block of ice. You tried to pull it out, but it was stuck. You grabbed the sword by the handle and pulled it towards you with all your might, but the weapon would not budge. You kept pulling until your eyes were fixed on the area that was connected against the ice. You stopped pulling to try to do the opposite. You slammed the sword against the point and the block of ice split in two, allowing you to grab the frozen weapon.Â
With a breath of relief, you carried the heavy one to the block of ice where your sister was and whipped the sword against the ice. Between groans and sweat from the effort, you smashed the chunk of ice that enveloped your sister to her slow death. Cut after cut, you removed pieces of ice, taking care not to hurt her by accident.Â
To your random luck, a large albino dragon with yellow eyes struck the ice with its large forehead. It destroyed the remaining ice with one strong impact, enough to get your sister out of there. Without letting the shock consume you, you hurried to get Yorozu out of the ice to take her to the nearest bathroom to bathe her in hot water.Â
âPut her on the muzzle,â Kenjaku said behind you. Quickly, you picked up that he was the one controlling the beast. âSince when has he been standing there?â The dragon opened its maw for you to lay your sister on its blue tongue. It didn't seem like a good idea to you. âTrust me, she'll be fine,â he earnestly indicated to you in the face of the emergency. Â
Not having much choice, you placed your sister on his tongue. The white-furred dragon closed its almost human snout carefully so as not to close it completely to make its way to the nearest room. Snaking with the help of its human arms at great speed between the hallways. Kenjaku reached out to take your hand.Â
âCome on, let's go treat her,â he said before running off at an average speed, following the dragon as he pulled you along with him. You just followed his orders.Â
Sukuna laughed out loud as soon as Uraume reported the consequences Yorozu had suffered for going out after curfew. It was obvious that would happen. She was so stubborn that she knew perfectly well that at some point she would break some of the castle rules, she didn't think she would be foolish enough to break curfew. Sukuna kept laughing as Uraume's confusion grew. She covered her mouth to finally get her laughter under control. Everything was going according to plan.
âUsually I can usually figure out what his plans are quickly, but not lately. I can tell Yorozu annoys you, just kill her like any other inept servant,â Uraume told him as he watched the king change into his elegant clothes.Â
âYou know why I can't kill her,â he explained as he wrapped the ribbons around his waist around his kimono.Â
âCan't you really kill her because she is her sister?â Uraume questioned him, it seemed absurd that that was the reason. There must be something behind it.Â
âThat's exactly why.â Sukuna smiled broadly before pulling the ribbons, accentuating his figure.
âI don't understand.â Uraume sighed. âThe king sure is a strange curse,â they thought, giving up.Â
âPatience, Uraume. I only ask for your patience.â Sukuna ruffled their hair before moving to withdraw. âShe will die soon, I assure you.â Sukuna gave her one last confident smile before leaving to go to get breakfast. The satisfied smile reappeared on her face. Everything was going according to plan.Â
The pearl dragon gently set Yorozu down on the tub filled with hot water. Between you and Kenjaku, you removed the bright green armor and the white dress that saved her life. Without those two items, your sister would not have had a chance to survive the morning. Despite being surrounded by warm water, her skin still felt cold. It would take some time for her body to return to its normal temperature.Â
âShe looks awful,â Kenjaku mentioned as he returned the dragon to his body, forming a crystalline blue sphere under his sleeve. âI say you should kill her already,â he advised.Â
âKenjaku!â You scolded him. Your eyes threatened him like a whip. âI would never do that, she's my sister.â
âDon't tell me you don't even think aboutâŚâÂ
âEnough!â You exclaimed, annoyed. Kenjaku was startled by the frustrated shout. âDon't even think about finishing that sentence!â
âI was just saying.â Kenjaku shrugged. âThat's the first time I've seen her so annoyed,â he thought as he analyzed her.
While Sukuna was constantly watching you, Kenjaku was analyzing you. He didn't do it with bad intentions. He wanted to get to know you better, how you act when he is not in your presence. He was making mental notes of things you could improve on. That's why he hadn't helped you take out your sister before. He was surprised to see you pull the sword out of the ice block with minimal effort, wield that sword as if you had ever held one before in your life and cut the ice precisely so as not to hurt your sister. You were special, that much was clear, but there was something else.Â
âI have 6 days left to kill someone. I still have time,â you told him while you took a bowl to wet your sister's head while untangling her long hair with your fingers. âI will kill anyone but my sister. I will protect her at all costs,â you promised her as you looked into her closed eyes.Â
âYou are such a good person,â Kenjaku replied dryly. âThat will only get you killed. He told you before he left. He had to investigate what was going on with you.
You held the bowl tightly to restrain yourself from throwing it at his head when he wasnât looking. As he disappeared from your sight, you let go of the bowl, letting it float away as if it were a raft. You were fed up. Sick of living in constant fear of surviving in the miserable hole that was the castle. Sick of dealing with your sister's stubbornness. Sick of feeling like you had to deal with a thousand things at once. You needed a break. Even though you had advantages over any of the other inhabitants of the castle, mentally you were worse off than ever. You just wanted this nightmare to be over soon.
Salty tears fell softly on the warm water. You saw yourself in the subtle rippling reflection, tried to fake a smile, but you weren't in the mood for that. You hated having to be stronger than you really were in order to resist the urge to commit suicide by living among corpses. You held your forehead to take a short break from it all. A short break from the king, Kenjaku, Uraume, your sister, the servants, from everyone, absolutely everyone.Â
You decided to go to your happy place. The warmth of his arms, the close beating of his heart and his soft nightly purr. You felt welcome and safe despite being nestled in the bosom of a genocidal man. It was true that he was full of hate and evil, but last night he was just a man nervous to be in front of a naked woman. Someone who was just hatching out of her shell to give you affection. You hugged yourself to try to replicate the effect he made you feel, but it didn't work. Your arms were much, much thinner in comparison. Â
Water splashed as the fingers of your sister's hand began to move. You wiped away your tears to greet her with joy that she was now okay. Her eyes squeezed shut as she grew accustomed to the light as you inspected her. Yorozu had never woken up to such a horrible sight. His blood rushed to his head with anger. This was the last person she wanted to see.Â
âYorozu!â You exclaimed, happy to see her alive.Â
Instead of greeting you with a smile as she always used to, Yorozu looked at you with pure hatred. She latched on to the edge of the tub to launch herself at you in a direct attack. She knocked you to the ground to reach your neck to choke you. You grabbed her wrists tightly to fight against her will.Â
âWhat are you doing?!â You exclaimed confused when you saw the clear homicide attempt.Â
âYou were going to kill me!â Yorozu exclaimed angrier than ever.Â
âOf course not! What the fuck are you talking about?!â You asked her before throwing her to the side to get her off of you.Â
âBut you thought it, Kenjaku said so!â Yorozu barely got up on shaky legs.Â
âIt's a misunderstanding! I would never dare to even think about it! You're my little sister!â You exclaimed as you looked at her with âbelieve meâ eyes.Â
âPretend to be the good one all you want, but we both know you're a piece of shit inside!â Yorozu approached you at a strong pace to attack you again. You backed off because you didn't want to fight someone who had recently gained consciousness.Â
âI'm sorry I'm not perfect, Yorozu, but I do everything I can to protect you. I would never hurt you on purpose,â you explained, dodging her attack attempts.Â
Yorozu stopped in mid-stride to laugh hysterically at your answer. You had never seen her like that before. It was as if someone or something had taken over her body. Her irrational way of acting was starting to scare you.
âProtect me? You protecting me?!â Yorozu exclaimed. âWhere were you last night?!â she exclaimed, annoyed.Â
You swallowed dryly as you remembered the answer. Feeling guilty that you had spent the night in the king's arms while your sister was freezing to death, but you hadn't meant to. You had told her to stay in your room, but you knew you would never convince her that it was her fault. Everything bad that happens to her is your fault. You were starting to get sick of it too. It was getting harder and harder to protect her.Â
âThe king ordered me to spend the night with him,â you admitted.Â
âYou're a fucking bitch,â Yorozu barked before he lunged at you to hit you.Â
Having only just regained consciousness, she wasn't so quick. You moved out of the way to dodge her and ran for the exit. Yorozu tried to chase you, but you slammed the door in his face. She was banging hard on the door with his shoulder to open it, but you pressed your back against it so he couldn't get out. You pulled a chair that was within your reach to block the door. You sighed from exhaustion before sitting down on the bed in the empty guest room.Â
âYou lying bitch! You said you would only talk to him!â she exclaimed with loud knocks on the door.Â
âI'm sorry, really, I'm sorry, but I can't let you sacrifice your life like that,â you explained while making sure your sister didn't leave. She had to calm down.Â
âWhy not? I want to do it! You don't even like the king!â Yorozu exclaimed, hitting the door with a rubber hammer she created with the little energy in his body. Thankfully the doors were thick enough not to succumb easily to the tool.Â
âSorry. I changed my mind,â you said softly.Â
Yorozu's thrashing stopped as he understood that the situation had changed. He didn't know what had happened last night, but he knew he wouldn't be pleased to find out. Yorozu cried out in frustration as he pounded on the door with the hammer.Â
âIt's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!â She exclaimed in annoyance. âI want to be with the king! That's all I want in life!âÂ
It hurt you to hear her like that, but you knew you couldn't let it happen. Little by little you could see how she was self-destructing under her own weight, she would never be able to withstand the pressure of being accountable to the great king Sukuna, the king of curses. You sighed as you listened to her throw her terrible tantrum.Â
âI'm sorry, but it's the only thing I won't give you. It's for your own good,â you told her before walking away from the situation. âPlease calm down and recover your energy. I will ask one of the servants to bring you breakfast.âÂ
You walked as fast as you could with a firm step to get to your room to get ready for the day, despite what had happened you had to fulfill your obligations for the day. Once you closed the door behind you, you were alone. The world crumbled over you. You collapsed to the floor before letting out a high-pitched cry of frustration as wild tears rolled down your cheeks. Your fingernails scraped the ground in search of something to hold on to. Your chest heaved up and down from spasms from crying. You couldn't breathe properly because your nose was clogged with mucus. Why was everything so hard? Why couldn't you have a normal sister who liked any man? Why were you in this situation? If only you had stayed a simple maid, this wouldn't be happening. You were trying to do everything right, but something always had to go wrong. You hated that it had to come to this point, only now was not the time to give up. You just needed this moment alone to vent your pain.Â
Sukuna ate breakfast alone for the first time in a long time. It was understandable, you were too busy with your sister to sit at the table to eat with him. He hated it, but he would let it go this time. Seeing no one at the table by the time Uraume brought the food, he just got up to head to his office. The servants looked at him in disbelief as this was the first time this had happened. Uraume looked at him in surprise. They thought his eyes would pop out from opening them so wide during the day.
Sukuna calmly sipped his human blood tisane as he looked out the window. From the cherry-colored sky, the patches of green grass that appeared between the snow, and the few birds that flew over the landscape, he knew that spring was approaching. The season of good beginnings and fertility. If everything went according to plan, he would try to conceive his heir in three more months. Someone knocked on the door, ruining his little moment of peace. He sat at the desk to look busy and gave permission for the person to pass. It was Kenjaku.
âA little bird told me that you spent a nice night with the young lady.â Kenjaku smiled flirtatiously, trying to make the king blush.
âNice is one way to describe it,â he said, downplaying it.
âMaybe hot is a better definition?â Kenjaku raised his eyebrow flirtatiously. Sukuna raised his fingers, making Kenjaku raise his hands in surrender for fear of being killed at that moment. âI was just joking,â he excused himself. âI just want to know if the books were of any use to you.â
âI didn't even finish reading the first one,â Sukuna admitted before taking a sip of his tea.
âSo, I imagine you have a lot of questions for me,â Kenjaku asked excitedly.
âNo, really, Y/n explained everything to me,â
âAhâŚâ The master thought dejectedly. âReally? I'm surprised she knows about such things. I think I was wrong to assume she was a virgin.â The king raised his eyebrow.
âVirgin? What does that mean?â Sukuna asked.
âThat she has been subjugated by another man before you,â. Kenjaku answered.
Sukuna squeezed the cup hard enough to break it into a thousand pieces, spilling the hot, reddish liquid over his white clothes. Sukuna didn't understand love, but he did understand control. He was jealous of that imaginary man who once had you in his possession. Who was that man you once obeyed? Who had the pleasure of having you for himself and losing you completely?
"There's some tea in yourâŚ" His servant tried to tell him, afraid of the consequences of telling him the truth.
âI know,â Sukuna shushed him. âIs that all? I have to change my clothes.â He reluctantly stood up from his seat.
âI actually came to give you some very good news. I discovered something very interesting this morning,â Kenjaku explained. âMiss Y/n may have a technique.â Sukuna immediately sat down in his seat, completely interested in what the master had to tell him.
âContinue.â The king raised his eyebrow at his uncertainty.
âI still don't know much about it, since I just found out this morning. The only thing I do know is that it has to do with object manipulation. That's why she's good at handling weapons she's never worked with,â Kenjaku explained.
âWas it because of Yorozu?â Sukuna asked him.
âThat's right,â the lesser curse nodded. âMy hypothesis is that emotions play a big part in her technique. It's most likely an innate technique, so only she will know how to deal with it," he explained.
"It's most likely also a family thing. Yorozu manipulates materials to her liking, it may be directly related to that," Sukuna opined.
"I'll look more into it, I just wanted to let you know, my king." Kenjaku bowed before moving on to leave.
Sukuna covered the big smile on his face. This was going perfectly, according to plan, too perfectly. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to form the great panorama that awaited him. He just had to let his white pieces act on their own and soon he would have what he wanted: castling*.
Unable to break down the door, Yorozu had no choice but to rest in the hot tub to regain strength. Her entire body rested except for her jaw from the stress of the whole situation. She couldn't believe that her own sister had betrayed her. The sister who wanted to protect her precious king. Why couldn't she just let her do whatever she wanted?! If she became queen, he would reward her by letting her go back to her sisters. It was a win-win, but now it seems she really wants to be queen.
âUgh!â Yorozu kicked the water, spilling it over the bathroom floor.
Everything was so complicated. Everything was spinning around in her head, but something in particular wouldn't leave his mind. âI have 6 days left to kill someone. I still have timeâ she quoted what you had told Kenjaku while she was recovering. It was strange. Why did you have to kill someone and why did you have a deadline? You would never kill someone of your own free will, someone must have asked you to. âThe king most likelyâ, she thought about an answer. Now she had to know why he had asked you. The king is so strong and big that he can kill anyone whenever he wants. Why would he ask you to do his dirty work for him?
âWait!â A lightbulb went off in her mind. âIs that why you two haven't married?â Yorozu had an eureka moment.
If her assumption was right, she had to act right then. She jumped out of the tub to look at herself in the mirror, she didn't look bad at all for having spent the whole night on a piece of ice. She created her beetle armor arm to knock down the door with a bang. She undid it so she wouldn't get dizzy, she was barely recovering. She went out skipping with happiness. "I'm going for that crown, sis!" she thought happily.
She arrived at the king's room after looking for him in his office. One of the servants, blushing at the sight of her bare breasts, told her that the king had stained his clothes. She knocked on the door three times and the king opened it, disappointed that it was her. Yorozu blushed from head to toe when she saw him with only a towel around his waist. She had interrupted him while he was getting ready again after having stained himself, he had just finished washing.
"I see you survived," Sukuna said, crossing his arms. "How can you live after losing to Uraume?" I asked him why he felt ashamed, but I doubted that word existed in his vocabulary when I noticed that she was completely naked.
"They are a great sorcerer, hard to beat," she admitted with a pout.
"What do you want here?" Sukuna asked her directly.
"Why hasn't he married my sister?" I asked her.
"What do you care about that?" Sukuna answered reluctantly for meddling in other people's personal affairs.
âIs it because she hasn't killed anyone yet?â Yorozu asked him with a gleam in her eyes.
âShe told you?â The king frowned.
âNo. I figured it out myself,â she said proudly. Sukuna leaned against the large door frame that was custom made for him like the rest of the castle.
âI see. And what will you do with that information?â He was interested in her answer.
âIf I kill someone before her, can I become the queen?â Sukuna opened his eyes at the sudden confession.
And that was how he realized what Yorozu was hiding all this time. She was acting like his powerful apprentice so she could win his heart and give her the position he had offered her sister. Even though she was not a saint of his devotion, he liked that fierce part of her. It's a rare trait in women of her type.
âFine. You have 6 days to kill her.â Sukuna agreed. Yorozu's eyes sparkled with excitement.
âYes, my king! I'll kill the first one I find on the way!â She said excitedly.
âDid you not hear well?â The king growled angrily. He approached her level to face her. âI told your sister that she could kill anyone because that alone is complicated for her. You, on the other hand, have a cursed technique, so I must give you a challenge.â
Yorozu's eyes widened as she had the king so close to her face. He had never approached her like that. Her heart began to beat a thousand times an hour while her body tensed with emotion. It was difficult to focus when he was hypnotizing her with his eyes.
âYou must kill your sister, do you understand?â Sukuna repeated slowly so she would understand.
"Yes, my king," she said between stammers.
âWell, let me know when you do it. It will be interesting to see.â Sukuna raised his torso to look down at her with superiority.
âI will do it tomorrow when I regain my energy, my king,â Yorozu warned him with a blush on his cheeks. âI will not let you down!â He said goodbye before returning to his room with excitement.
Sukuna followed his sister-in-law's bouncing butt until he lost sight of her to close the door and see Mrs. Inoue who was hiding behind it during the entire conversation. The poor woman had heard the conversation, since she was the unfortunate enough person in charge of cleaning him on that occasion. The poor woman trembled like a pudding in an earthquake after hearing the grim conversation. They were about to kill her best friend, she had to do something!Â
âDon't you have something to do?â Sukuna opened the door to the woman. She immediately understood the task that had been assigned to her.
âI'll go tell her right now!â The lady exclaimed before running off as fast as her chubby legs would allow her. He held the smile again, it was too early to celebrate. Everything was going according to plan, all that was left was for the tower to switch places with the king.
You were reading one of the hundreds of books that Kenjaku had left you as homework next to the giant window. The afternoon was slowly falling, darkening first on the horizon and then slowly eating up the sky. You repeated the same sentence over and over again as if you couldn't concentrate. You kept thinking about your sister and what to do with her. The first idea was to get her out of the castle, but neither Sukuna nor she would allow that. The second idea was to lock your sister up for life. The third idea was to throw yourself into the jaws of the three-headed bear. You stuck your head in the book as you lost all concentration.
âMiss!â Mrs. Inoue's scream caught your attention. âMiss!â She exclaimed again before entering the library. Her voice was broken and her body was shaking. You quickly approached her to give her a chair to sit on.
âWhat's wrong?! Are you okay?!â You asked her worriedly as soon as she sat down.
âIt'sâŚ! âThe filthâ, I mean, your sister!â She answered with her voice broken from running all over the castle.
âMy sister?! What's wrong with her?!â That worried you even more. You knelt down in front of her to look at her face.
âNothing's wrong with her,â she said, catching your breath. âBut your life is in danger. Tomorrow she's going to kill you in front of the king.â Your heart almost stopped at that moment.
âNo... It can't be... She's just exaggerating because she's angry.â Mrs. Inoue slapped you when you were in denial.
âWake up, kid!â Mrs. Inoue pinched your cheeks. âIt's like when they offered us an escape route at the harvest! I heard from her own mouth that she's going to take everything from you! The reign, the husband, the life, everything! Everything is clearer than water!â Mrs. Inoue announced, paranoid.
So that's how it was? You weren't sad anymore, you were more furious than ever. You clenched your fists tightly. Yorozu had chosen a terrible tyrant over her own sister? Well, you were about to choose the same to teach her the lesson of her life.
âDonât worry, Mrs. Inoue. Iâll take care of it.â You smiled at her, placing your hand on her back to reassure her.
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A/N: Happy New Year's to all my lovely followers! I hope you all had a safe and lovely New Year's, I love you all! â¨đ¤ and thank you to my friend for helping me make this happen! đ¤â¨
Includes: Dracule Mihawk, Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Sanji Vinsmoke, Buggy the Clown, Red-Haired Shanks, Trafalgar D. Water Law, and Portgas D. Ace
Warnings: Pure Fluff, mentions of Alcohol, kissing, just pure fluff, non binary reader.
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Mihawk and his lover are just spending New Year's just the both of them, sipping on his favorite vintage wine, having light conversation, and cooking New Years dinner together, and even making little snacks, to snack on. The two of them were making small conversation about how this year went.Â
Spending time together is all the two wanted to start the new year, no one else but them. It was basically an hour before midnight. So right now the two were currently dancing around the large living room of their castle that they called home. The two lovers didnât need music to dance.Â
He looked at the clock, it read a minute before midnight. He pulled her close to him, looking into her eyes with his hawk-like eyes. As he continued to hold them close to him, spinning them around softly, he looked back at the clock, and saw it had hit midnight.
âHappy New Year Darling, here's to another amazing year with you.â
He spoke softly, as he pulled them in to give them a New Years Kiss.
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âHappy New Year Y/N!â the straw hat captain grinned. The straw hats, with the help of Franky and Nami keeping up with time, had planned a big feast to celebrate the beginning of a New Year. Smiling warmly at their captain trying to steal food while Usopp and Nami valiantly defending the food. Zoro was already sipping on his booze, Robin was relaxing while using her devil fruit ability to help bring food to the table.Â
After the big feast, it was about a few minutes before midnight, the two went to another part of the Thousand Sunny, to spend alone time together. They had a small conversation together. Her giggling at Luffy being his usual silly self, he loved hearing them laugh. And seeing their smile.
Soon the fireworks went off, the fireworks being Namiâs idea, so they had bought the fireworks to shoot off âHAPPY NEW YEAR!â They heard their fellow crewmates shout. He poked them on the shoulder, she looked at him.
âHappy New Year!âÂ
He cheered out, happily as he pulled them close, giving them a New Years Kiss.
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For New Years he wanted to spend time with them just the two of them. Up in the crows nest of the Thousand Sunny with a bottle of sake. And a plate of food for them to eat, while their crew members partied down below, he was planning something a little special, as soon as the fireworks went off (Which were Namiâs idea)
The two were sharing a bottle of sake, while talking. All cuddled up together in the crows nest. The two were cracking jokes about the things that had happened during this year, and hoping to make fond memories for every year to come. They donât even know the time currently. Too busy wrapped up in each other's embrace.
The fireworks then suddenly went off with their fellow crewmates yelling âHAPPY NEW YEAR!â from below them, he looked over at her softly grabbing their face, to have them look at him.
âHappy New Year babe, hereâs to the new year. And plenty more to go.â
He spoke, as his lips pressed against hers. Giving them a New Years Kiss.
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The straw hat crew was hosting a New Year party/feast on the Thousand Sunny. Sanji and his beloved were drinking some wine together, while eating the food that Sanji prepared with their help. The couple were happy to go into the new year together. As the crew laughed, and conversated about how this year went. All the memories they made.
Sanji and his beloved were conversing about the good, bad, and funny memories they made together. As they snuggled up together, waiting on Franky and Nami to shoot off the fireworks. To go into the new year.
Soon the fireworks went off, he looked over at them pulling them close to him, putting a hand softly on their cheek.Â
âHappy New Year my beloved, here's to many more with you~â
He spoke, as he leaned in and softly gave them a New Years Kiss.
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There was a party being hosted by Buggy himself on The Big Top. It was a New Years party to celebrate going into the new year, with plenty of sake and food to go around, it was a whole feast. In their own corner was Buggy and Y/N spending time with each other, eating food and drinking sake together.Â
They had planned to shoot off fireworks, as soon as it was midnight. And Buggy also had something planned to go into the new year with his lover. He felt happy to celebrate new years with them, he couldnât wait until it hit midnight.
Soon the sound of fireworks in the sky surrounded the area, they looked up at the fireworks in awe as the crew yelled out âHAPPY NEW YEAR!â as they cheered and hollered, Buggy pulled them close to him, causing them to look at him.
âHappy New Year Doll~â
He cooed softly, as he pulled them in for a New Years Kiss.
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The crew was of course celebrating New Year with a party, with of course alcohol being involved. Shanks had his love sitting on his lap, him being the clingy partner that he is. Wanted them close to him, as the two drank on the rum. And ate on the food that was served.
They had managed to buy fireworks for this occasion, as his love wanted fireworks. And him being the amazing lover that he is. Made sure that happened. The one keeping up with the time was Lucky Roux, he let everyone know it was almost time for it.
The time went by fast as the fireworks now went off, shooting up into the sky with different, beautiful but vibrant colors, he pulled them close to him, to get their attention. They looked at him.
âHappy New Year Love, to many more with you.â
He pulled them into a New Years Kiss.
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The Heart Pirates were celebrating new years on the Polar Tang, with food and snacks, and drinks to choose from, it was just a small celebration amongst the crew. Law and his lover were hanging out on the deck, just them wanting to spend alone time together. He had a watch on his wrist so he could tell when it's midnight.
He wanted to do something special for them as soon as midnight hit, he was listened to them rant about the memories good, bad,and silly that they made this year, and hoping to make the same memories with him during the new year.
He looked at his watch, noticing it was now midnight. He looked over at them, touching their face gently, causing them to look at him, he leaned in close to them.
âHappy New Year Doll.â
He whispered softly, bringing them into a New Years Kiss.
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The two were strolling down the busy street hand in hand, they wanted to come to the New Years Festival with him, and how could he say no to his lover. The two were sharing a candied apple. Looking at all the stalls open, the smells of different foods wafting in the air.
When it was almost time for the fireworks to go off, the two went to the outskirts of the town, and sat down on a small hill, where they are still able to see the fireworks go off. They were joking around, and talking to pass the time.
Soon the fireworks went off as they heard cheers from the festival below, the two looked at each other, this was his chance, he put one of his hands softly on their cheek rubbing it softly.
âHappy New Year My Flame!â
He cheerfully said, as he gave them a kiss, a New Years Kiss.
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The Price
Rating: NSWF - minors do not have my consent to interact Genre: Snow White and the Huntsman!au, angst, smut, unhappy ending WC: 8k
Summary: The Queen is responsible for everything you call yours: your home, your job, your freedom. You live without laying claim to anything else, lest the Queen leverage more in exchange for her grace. But the Queen has just named her latest price: the life of the young blacksmith, Min Yoongi.
Warnings: language, drinking, thereâs a plague and itâs a problem, readerâs parents died (see the previous warning lol) and there are scenes of her grieving process, reader is a hunter so thereâs mentions of animal carcasses and hides, lots of mentions of readerâs big fancy knife, a murder attempt, kissing, nip stim, groping, fingering, clit stim, penetrative sex (protection not mentioned either way), reader on top, angst, unhappy/ambiguous ending
A/N: Part of the Make Me Your Villain collab! Please give the other authors a lot of love!!! Huge huge huge thank you to @/here2bbtstrash for beta-ing!
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Mirror, mirror - look and see. Who might take this throne from me? Mirror, mirror - who's the threat? Show me which boy's blood to let.
There are pros and cons to living outside the village. The pros are that youâre mostly left alone - you live by your own laws, most of the time. Itâs better this way; you come and go as you please, you donât worry about latest fashions or gossip, you arenât under the thumb of any societal niceties or norms. You concern yourself more with what the forest tells you. Bad weather, humans who donât belong, sickness on the horizon - the forest knows it all, and you know how to listen.
You knew about the plague - in a vague, something isnât right here kind of way - days before the first villager fell sick. You didnât see anything bigger than a possum for three days - you knew something was in the air. It was the baker first, then his wife. Now itâs made its way into the castle, the guards and servants falling like flies.Â
Another pro - you wonât pick up illness from the baker if you make your own bread in your tiny cabin in the woods.Â
The main con - the only con, really - is that when you make your weekly trek to the castle to present the King and Queen with your scores (deer, mostly, but usually a few fowl too) it takes so damn long to get there.
It would be faster on foot, much faster, but you have to load your kills onto a cart and take the dirt road, which winds and twists and takes its time. Today your cart is loaded: venison, fowl, a few rabbits, even a fox. That had been a good score. The Queen likes furs - sheâll pay you well for it.
But the trip into town once a week is a fair price for your freedom, you think.
A few vendors through the heart of town wave hello as you pass. You lift your hand in response but donât stop. Youâll shop after, when your cart is empty and your purse is full. For now, you stay on the main road until it changes over from tamped-down dirt to cobblestone to, eventually, flat stone that leads to the bridge over the castleâs moat.Â
The usual guard, the one who knows your face and always waves you through, isnât there. You wonder if the plague reached him, if heâll recover or if theyâll send his body to the sea like all the others.Â
You show identification, the card nearly illegible due to how many times itâs been folded and stuffed into your shoe for safekeeping, and this new guard waves you on.Â
As usual, you stop in the courtyard just inside the first set of walls. You hop down and start undoing the straps of the fabric you have over the top of the cart. Two guards join you, and they begin moving your scores down from the cart. Each is weighed and given a quick once-over as a scribe stands to the side recording it all.
âMake sure you mention how nice that hide is,â you tell him, pointing at the fox. âI got that one special, for her.â
The scribe rolls his eyes a little, but you see him peer at the fox and scribble something on his little parchment. When theyâre done, your cart empty, the scribe rolls his paper up and leads you up the steps towards the main doors to the castle. You flip one of the guards a silver coin and follow the scribe. As you head up the steps, you hear the sound of your horseâs feet moving across the stone, the cart creaking and groaning behind him, as the guard you paid takes him to be cared for.Â
Inside, you follow the thick, red carpet into the throne room. Youâre surprised to see only the Queen present, but you school your face and drop into a bow anyway, your forehead brushing the soft carpeting.Â
When you rise, you see the scribe has handed her the parchment, and she reads over the report of your goods. You wait, knowing better than to speak until she has.Â
âA good week,â she observes.Â
âYes, your Grace,â you say, eyes on the carpet. âI was pleased as well.â
âAre you well?â she asks as she signals for her Chief of Coin, who scurries close to the throne and lowers his head to hear her whispers.Â
âQuite well,â you say automatically, though youâre not sure what exactly sheâs asking. Does she mean your health? Your home?Â
The Chief of Coin makes his way to you and you pull your practically-empty purse from your back pocket.Â
âYou have need of nothing?â she asks.Â
This would be your opportunity to ask after anything major - repairs on your home, medicine, anything you couldnât get during your walk back through town.
âNo, your Grace,â you say. âI had need of a new blade, but the local smith took my request.â
The local smith and your new blade are one of your stops on your way home.Â
âIâve heard from the citadel,â she tells you, and you pull your eyes away from the Chief of Coin to look at her. âThey say your brother is doing well. Heâs applying himself to his studies.â
When youâd lost your parents, youâd begged to keep your brother yourself, desperate to keep him away from the citadelâs orphanage. You were of age, could handle yourself. You could handle him, too, youâd argued.Â
The King had considered this. Your family was well-known in the village, and your father had hunted for the crown for many years. Your brother was only about five years out from finishing his schooling.Â
You were investments, you and your brother.
In the end, the deal had been struck - the crown would see to the rest of his education under the condition that when he finished heâd work for the crown, pay back his debt, begin to build his own name.Â
And, in the meantime, youâd take over the hunting. You could keep your familyâs little cabin out in the woods, away from town. Your brother wouldnât be apprenticed off to a stranger.
It was an easy deal to agree to.Â
âWeâre grateful for the opportunity,â you say to the Queen. âIf the report said anything less, Iâd travel there to knock sense into him, myself. Heâs at that age. You know.â
You try to bite back a cringe. The Queen might not know. Sheâd never been able to bear a child for the King.Â
She smiles at this, thinly. âVery well,â she says, and you take back your now-heavy purse from the Chief of Coin. ��Then I shall see you next week. I wish you continued health in the upcoming days.â
You nod your head. âI wish the crown health and longevity,â you say. Head bowed, you miss the way her eyes tighten.
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You pick up the goods you need - eggs, flour, and the like - on your way through town. You eye the tavern, tempted to stop for a pint. Alas, you are embarrassingly excited to get your new blade, so instead you carry on down the road towards the smithy.Â
After tying up your horse - though heâs a lazy thing and probably wouldnât wonder anyway, not with the cart hitched up - you head inside, following the sounds of a hammer striking metal.Â
You wait until thereâs a break in the noise and then shout a hey back towards the open door to let the team know they have a customer.Â
Thereâs the sound of a heavy instrument being dropped to the ground, and you catch yourself smoothing your hair back. Stop it, you scold yourself, scowling.Â
Thatâs the face that greets the youngest of the smithing team, Min Yoongi, as he steps into the shop, blinking as his eyes adjust to the light.
âAh,â he says, lips curling into a smirk. âIs it Thursday already?â
âIs my blade ready?â you ask, ignoring both his self-satisfied grin and his question. âPark Jihoon said I could get it today.â
At his bossâs name, Yoongiâs smirk fades until heâs all business again. He turns to the wall, where special orders are tacked. He searches until he finds yours.Â
âItâs ready,â he grunts, reading the slip of parchment. âWait here.â
He disappears into the back again, returning with a hefty-looking blade, sheathed in a leather case.Â
He places it on the counter between you, pulls the blade from its case and turns it over so you can see each side.
You frown. âI didnât order engraving on the case,â you say, jutting your chin towards the delicate design at the top. It curls in and around itself, all the way around. âIâd better not have to pay extra for that.â
âAh, but he worked so hard on it!â Park Jihoon says cheerfully, appearing out of the back and clapping Yoongi on the shoulder. You keep your eyes on the knife; Yoongi looks steadfastly at the wall with the orders, a pink flush working up his neck.Â
âItâs not extra,â he mutters.Â
âIâm heading to Bridgeport,â the senior blacksmith tells Yoongi. âIâll be back before sundown. Youâll be okay here?â
âOf course I will,â Yoongi says, disgruntled. Jihoon nods goodbye at you both and moves through the door, leaving you in silence.Â
âWhatâs the price?â you ask, placing your purse on the counter and digging for coins. He turns the paper over so you can see what his boss wrote, and you slide him the payment. You work on attaching the bladeâs sheath to your belt, ignoring how Yoongi watches you through heavy-hooded eyes.Â
You know that look. You are ignoring that look.Â
âLovely,â you say, once youâre situated and ready to go. You swipe up your purse and toss it once, catching it deftly. âHave fun pounding on metal, or whatever.â
His grin is razor-sharp. âIâd be happy to pound something else, if you want.â
The laugh rips out of you, unbidden and unwanted. âDisgusting,â you tell him, but the laughter takes the bite out of the words. âMy God, you ought to throw yourself down the well for that.â
He lifts a brow, his smile turning less dangerous and more open.
You laugh again, shaking your head. âNone of that today, thanks. Iâll be off.â
âCome on,â he cajoles, coming around the counter to follow you to the door. âYou know you want some. Itâll be such a long ride back here when you change your mind later.â
âKeep dreaming, blacksmith,â you tell him, lips pursing in amusement.
He lays a hand over his heart like heâs wounded. âBlacksmith? You remembered my name just fine last week when you were -.â
âWell, I seem to have forgotten it again!â you blurt before he can finish the thought, pulling the door open. Over your shoulder you call, âGood day!âÂ
His laughter rings out onto the street, following you home.
Regretfully, you have to admit that out of everyone who lives in this village, built out from the castleâs western gate, you know the most about Min Yoongi.
You knew him in passing, of course - before. When youâd ride through this same village on this same cart, your little brother squeezed between you and your father. When youâd stand silently, peeking around your fatherâs side, while he took payment from the King for his scores. When youâd greet the peddlers and the shop-keepers politely before climbing back on the cart and riding all the way back home.Â
Yoongi was just an apprentice then. You hadnât paid him any mind. He was quiet, a bit scruffy, stayed close to Park Jihoon. He was no more interesting to you than the apprentice for the bakery, the tannery, the copywrite. Wasnât even the best looking out of the bunch, honestly.Â
He was just there, unassuming. He was there when youâd pass through town on the cart full of your fatherâs scores, there whenever your family had business with the blacksmith, there when the holidays rolled through and your mother dragged you into town in a dress you hated and shoes that pinched.
There the day your parentsâ bodies, along with six others, were loaded onto a barge headed for the sea. There the day your brother joined four more young people from the village as they climbed into a deep blue carriage headed for the citadel.Â
Yoongiâs dark eyes, cool and undemanding, had been on you as you stood fully alone for the first time in your life.Â
You hadnât paid him any attention then, either. You couldnât pay mind to anything then except dragging yourself through dark day after dark day until, finally, the clouds seemed to part and your new life seemed bearable. And bearable turned into decent. And decent turned into enjoyable.Â
The seasons turned. The hurts faded.Â
And you began to pay mind to Min Yoongi.
You began to learn things about him, then - after.Â
In your time around town, you learned first that he was good at his work - his blades were made well, easily as well as his masterâs blades. You learned that he scowled and grunted but hardly ever meant it. You learned that he had a good reputation around the village - was known for helping his neighbors without being asked, known for being polite and keeping to himself. You learned that he had no family either, that the master blacksmith whoâd taken him as an apprentice had more or less raised him, too.
Alone with him, you learned that his smile could be razor sharp, one side lifting and eyes glinting in a way that made your pulse sing. You learned that when he meant it, his eyes squeezed shut and his gums showed. His shoulders shook when he laughed. He made the funniest faces when someone said anything he didnât agree with or didnât understand. Heâd grown strong, his craft shaping his arms and roughening his hands.
You learned that he took whiskey neat at the tavern when he was done working for the day. You learned that he had a smart mouth behind his quiet demeanor, and opinions about everything. You learned what he was willing and able to do with that mouth when he pressed you against the rough wood of the tavernâs side alley, and then later, back in his rooms behind the smithy.Â
You learned that he fucked rough but loved soft.
And that was where it had to stop.
Because it couldnât be - but this you knew the whole time.Â
When he pressed his mouth to yours sweetly, stretching to reach you, brushed one lovely finger down your cheek and whispered, I want you, you knew this: it couldnât be.Â
There was no life for you in the village. There was no life for you as someoneâs wife. There was no future for you as someoneâs homemaker.Â
Even if he could somehow give you partnership and love without taking away the wildness of your lifestyle - there was no love ready to bloom and grow behind your iron ribs. You had nothing you could give him back. You knew only survival. Only killing and coin. Only the forest and its secrets.
âYou canât have me,â youâd whispered back. âI am not to be had.â
You were surprised when he didnât fight it. He hadnât pushed back. He hadnât held it against you, hadnât been wounded. Heâd accepted exactly what you were willing to give him and asked for nothing more.Â
You know this, above all else: heâs sweet, and conscientious, and good. Yoongi is good.
You - forest-dweller, hunter, orphan, unmannered, uneducated - donât deserve him. You arenât enough for how good he is.
The royal physicianâs face says it all.Â
The Queen purses her lips, her eyes on her husbandâs prone form. He meets her gaze weakly, too far gone to mask any of it.Â
âHow long?â she asks, the words clipped.Â
The physician spreads his hands before him. âImpossible to say, your Majesty. Days, maybe. Weeks, if he can be strong.â
She scoffs. âDays it shall be, then.â She dismisses him with the wave of a hand.Â
No one is surprised, she thinks. The plague would breach their walls eventually. Only the strong survive - of course it would be her husband who would succumb first, and quickly. Heâd never been strong, not like her.Â
After all, she was the one who tried all these years. She looked and acted the part of a partner. She was faithful. She focused on the crown, on the realm.Â
Not like him.
He coughs as he shifts on the bed, and she looks at him again. Weak, she thinks again. She can only feel disgust for him, for everything he never gave her.Â
âYouâll finally get what you always wanted,â he croaks.Â
She turns to look out the window. The day is grey, dreary.Â
âIt seems I shall,â she agrees. Then she turns and walks closer to her husbandâs sickbed - deathbed, perhaps. She drops delicately into the chair at his side and takes his clammy hand in hers.Â
It might look as if she doted on him. It might look as if she mourned.
âWhat became of him?â she asks, voice even and unbending. âThe boy.â
Her husbandâs eyes crinkle with amusement, and the chuckle that rumbles from his chest is accompanied by pained coughing.Â
âYou truly are something, my Queen,â he says, shaking his head. âThe boy doesnât even know.â
He will say nothing else.
The Queen is delivered two things at once, not a week later.
The first, a gilded mirror, promised to possess magical ability.
The second, the expected news of her husbandâs passing.
The realm begins its period of mourning, flags lowering, shutters closing. The Queen begins her incantations, alone in the southernmost tower of the keep.
The frame is made of ornately twisted gold, so heavy it takes two of her men to hang it for her. When they pull the dust cover off, she steps back to appraise it.Â
âPretty,â she observes, watching her own reflection in the glass - unmagical, unextraordinary.Â
The swirling, green-hued mist doesnât appear before her reflection until her men are dismissed, the door closing and leaving her alone.Â
Your Majesty, the mirror intones, the voice coming from the depth of the mist. Your wish is my command.
The Queen pauses, considering. The throne, the throne - hers, finally, only hers.Â
Unless.
The Kingâs last words to her ring through her head - the boy doesnât even know.Â
She raises her chin and chants,Â
âMirror, mirror, look and seeâŚ
Who could take this throne from me?
Mirror, mirror, whoâs the threat?
Show me which boyâs blood to let.â
The mist, green and growing, takes over the glass. The Queenâs fists clench tightly at her sides.Â
The mist clears. The Queen lets out a laugh, short and bitter.Â
The blacksmithâs boy smiles shyly in the glass, one hand coming up as if to hide his face.Â
The blacksmithâs boy. The kingâs bastard. Her only threat, the only other claim to her throne.
Your next trip into town isnât with a cart full of venison and fowl. Instead it rings more true to the holidays of old, with your mother in charge. You wear black and a scowl, just as you did then.
The funeral services for the King threaten to last the full day, maybe into the night. You wish you could abstain, but if ever there was an event you were obligated to attend - this would be it.Â
Youâre not sure what the Kingâs death means for you - for your brother. Will the Queen uphold the bargain? Does she still want your brotherâs counsel, someday, when heâs of age? Without the Kingâs affection for your father, will she continue to allow you to live freely as part of the arrangement?Â
You sit alone in the church pew; rather, youâre surrounded on either side by strangers. You know Yoongiâs in the crowd somewhere - you can feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You donât turn to look for him. What good would it do?
Itâs well after dark when the town begins to file out into the night. Your stomach growls, and you ponder if you should stop for a hot meal at the tavern before making the trek back through the woods or if you can hold out until youâre safely back at home.
Youâre stopped on your way out the door by a guard reaching across you, blocking your path.
âHer Majesty requests your audience,â he says gruffly, and you feel the hairs on your neck stand at attention. Your audience?Â
It canât be good. Youâre sure of it.Â
You donât meet her in the throne room as you have in the past. Instead, the guard leads you to a small chamber off the chapel, a nondescript little room with no decor, only a table with a candelabra lit in the center.Â
Sheâs seated, and itâs so cramped in the room that itâs hard to properly bow, but you do your best.Â
âIs my brother well?â you blurt out as soon as the guard has closed the door behind you. It was the first, biggest concern you had - you couldnât hold it in. Had something happened in the citadel?Â
She inclines her head, shrouded in darkness. âI asked you here because I need something done. You seem, somehow, to be my best option.â
You duck your head, flooded with relief. âIâm at your service, as always.â
And you are. You owe the crown everything - the home you were allowed to keep, your brotherâs education, your income. Your freedom, as conditional as it is.Â
The Queen seems to think before she speaks, and when she does each word is short and deliberate.
âThereâs someone I need gone,â she says, her voice giving away no emotion. No sign of grief from the widow, no sign of trepidation from the new ruler, no sign of regret from the human asking you to take a life. âA threat to my throne. Iâll pay five times our normal scale. And Iâll pay you for your discretion, as well, on an ongoing basis.â
You respond with silence. You canât process quickly enough - you donât know what to tell her.
The only thing you can tell her is yes. She holds your whole world in her hands.Â
But if you tell her yes, then you have to do it. Can you kill a person, can you pretend itâs no different from cutting a rabbitâs throat?Â
Could you tell her yes and then leave? Vanish into the forest? What would become of your brother, if you did? Would he be responsible for your sins?
Five times your normal price could do a lot for you. You could send finer clothes to your brother, help pay for his books, maybe even a little spending money. You could fix up the cabin - patch the roof where it leaks, reinforce the cellar the way youâve thought about for years.Â
And payment for your silence - ongoing? For how long, forever?
None of it matters. You canât say no to the Queen.
âYes, your Majesty,â you hear yourself say. Your stomach is a block of ice, turning over and over with the tide. âI am yours to command.â
You know it. She knows it.
âThe blacksmithâs boy,â she says coolly, and you arenât even surprised. Itâs like part of you knew, somehow. Part of you has been waiting for this ending all along. Isnât this exactly why youâd never let him get too close? There was never a happy ending in the stars - not for you.
She accepts your silence as acquiescence and adds, âTonight.â
âTonight?â you repeat, voice coming out too wispy.Â
She meets your gaze, still cold. âIs that a problem?â
âNo,â you say, the only correct answer. But your mind is scrambling far away, getting ahead - what weapons do you have on hand, how will you do this -
âYou didnât strike me as softhearted,â she says, full of disdain.
âIâm not,â you defend. Itâs just that itâs Yoongi. Yoongi, who sees your sharp edges and smiles because he knows firsthand how much sharp edges are worth. How - how - how can you? How can you pretend itâs just a hunt, just a necessity, when you know how his mouth tastes, how he looks at you like youâre something?
Her even look turns darker, a shade closer to a frown. âI know you have the stomach and skill to kill. And I know you dally with him. Heâll follow you - take him to the woods and be done with it.â
You havenât been as discrete as you thought you had. You wonder who else in town knows about whom you dally with.
Not that it will matter, after tonight. Not if you follow orders.
Not when you follow orders.
âYes, your Majesty,â you say, head bowed.Â
Thereâs no other correct answer. Your freedom had always had a price.
â
Thereâs some poetic irony, you think, in killing Min Yoongi with the blade he made just for you.Â
Your mind is stuck on this, circling it, unable to let go, as you approach the smithy.
The lights are out - thereâll be no late-night projects, not during the official mourning for the King. You hope Park Jihoon, whose quarters are above the smithy, just across the yard from Yoongiâs tiny cabin, sleeps deeply.Â
You know Yoongi keeps a key in the eaves above his front window; youâve seen him retrieve it no less than a half-dozen times - usually heâs reaching for it, his shirt rising and showing a slip of belly that you canât help but run your hands across as he laughs and tells you to be patient.
You reach it on your own, tonight. You let yourself in as silently as possible, closing the door behind you, placing the key gently on his tiny, wooden table. His bed is in the far corner of the room, and although the fire in the hearth has gone out, you can see the lump of blankets through the darkness that show you his form.
You approach quietly, as you would approach a potential score, letting yourself slip into the mindset of surviving the forest.Â
You hesitate when you stand over him. He sleeps on his back, the light from the streetlamps outside casting flickering yellow over his delicate features. His eyelids flutter. Next to his head, his fingers twitch.Â
If you strike true, this could be over in an instant.
His eyes slide open, and a hazy smile drifts over his face. âAm I having a very good dream?â he murmurs. His eyes trail down your form and freeze on the knife in your hand. The smile fades, and his eyes meet yours again, a question in them. âOr perhaps a very bad one?â
âIâm sorry,â you tell him. Then, you move at the same time - you lunging and plunging the blade into the spot where his heart lay, and him rolling sideways and hitting the floor with a thud.
You yank your blade free from where it pierced Yoongiâs empty mattress and wheel to follow him as he scrambles upright and towards the door.Â
You shouldâve locked it. You shouldnât have apologized, your voice and your regret giving him the split second to bolt.
You follow him at a sprint, panting hard, as the fool runs barefoot through the smithyâs yard, heading for the forest.Â
Your forest.Â
Itâs overcast tonight, threatening rain. No moon or stars to guide you, you follow Yoongi as he zigs and zags blindly through the trees. You have the advantage. You know where you are, even in the dark.Â
Itâs primal, as you forge deeper and deeper through the underbrush, just sinew and silence as you run. Wind whistles around you as you focus on breathing, focus on following the crunch of Yoongiâs wild path. The earth seems to rise up to meet each footfall with a jolting slap. The darkness seems to spur you on like it knows you need this, pressing you onward, telling you, hurry, hurry.
If you can herd him towards the east, you can cut him off at the ravine - he wonât be able to do it barefoot, not without stumbling, not without cutting those bare feet on the sharp rocks. You pick up the pace, emboldened by the plan, knees and elbows pumping as you close in.
Without warning, Yoongi stops short and wheels around on you, feet skidding a little on the loose needles that coat the forest floor. Itâs so unexpected that the inertia carries you to him before you can tell your legs to quit. Before you can slow, before you can turn, he grabs you by the arms and slams you backwards into the thick trunk of an oak tree, hard enough to knock the wind out of you with an audible gasp.
Youâre surprised enough that the knife drops from your fingers, and he wastes no time gripping you even tighter and throwing you to the ground, instantly dropping his body over yours and holding you down as best he can as you struggle. The blade lies just out of reach, taunting you, and you reach up and stretch as hard as you can to wiggle your fingers closer, but Yoongi roughly jerks your arm away.
Youâre gasping for breath as you struggle beneath his weight, trying to keep your vision clear. This wasnât part of the plan. You werenât supposed to have to chase him, have to fight him. You arenât used to this - the deer donât fight back.
âWhy?â he pants heavily, his whole body heaving with each inhale and exhale. Sweat runs down his neck from the curled, damp edges of his hair. His eyes are wild, confused above you.
âDo you know who your father is?â you respond in answer, and the question surprises him so much that he leans back, like heâs trying to get a better look at you.Â
Itâs all you need. You use your feet and your core strength to stretch just past where you couldnât reach with his full weight on you, and your fingers close around the bladeâs handle. In a flash, you have the sharp side pressing to the pulse point on Yoongiâs neck, hard enough that you know he can feel the sting, your other hand curling in his shirt and holding him still. His eyes widen and he freezes, straining to hold himself up and away from you.
âIf you move Iâll do it, and it wonât be quick,â you hiss, teeth gritted so hard youâre sure theyâll crack. Your heart slams in your chest, adrenaline sending tingles clear down to your toes. Youâre dizzy with fear. You arenât sure whatâs scarier - actually doing what youâre meant to, or having to report that you didnât.
Youâre both stuck there - a tableau, an oil painting, frozen for eternity, never moving on from this moment. A million possibilities stretch on as Yoongiâs pulse beats visibly against the knife heâd sharpened for you just days ago.Â
You feel like youâre floating outside your body; you canât feel any of it - not the knifeâs handle against your palm, not Yoongiâs hips still pinning yours, not the sticks and stones beneath your spine, not the sticky humidity of a night on the precipice of storm. Not your own thrumming, frightened heartbeat.
You know you canât do it - not this way. Not like this, not with his eyes on yours, steady, as if heâs not staring down his death. Not like this, looking into his face and remembering the first time you were under him this way, remembering every time after that. Your hand trembles as you will yourself not to pull the blade away.Â
But he knows. Yoongiâs always called your every bluff, has always been perfectly capable of shooting you a knowing half-smile and pushing right past your blustering, always able to find the person on the other side of the facade - the person whoâs scared,confused, alone.Â
âNo you wonât,â he murmurs, low, and thereâs nothing accusing or mocking in it. Heâs simply telling you what he knows.Â
Slowly, carefully, he lowers his face closer to yours, so deliberately that the knife slides harmlessly along his skin until heâs clear of it. He presses his lips to yours, uncertain at first, then with more insistence when you donât push him away.Â
The fear and adrenaline crash through you in time with a not-so-distant crack of thunder, blinding you, rendering you thoughtless and animalistic. You drop the knife with a thud, barely aware that youâre doing it, your hand coming instead to tangle in his loose hair, clutching it tightly at the base of his neck and pressing his head closer to yours, kissing him deeper, needing to absolutely drown in his kiss.Â
He grunts at your enthusiasm, nipping at your bottom lip before diving into you again, licking deep into your mouth and pressing his hips down into yours in rhythm with the kiss. You move with him desperately, the quiet of the woods scattered by your combined gasping breaths, tiny sounds of pleasure slipping through the cracks in your armor, the wet sounds of your mouths coming apart and meeting again hungrily. Despite the earth solid beneath you, you feel like youâre spinning. You clutch him tightly, one hand in his hair and the other arm coming around his shoulders, tethering him to you.Â
Heâs the only thing keeping you here, in the present, not skittering off to somewhere safe inside your head.
You let him hold you there, pressed between him and the unyielding ground below you, channel all the rushing adrenaline into how you meet his fiery kisses, pressing your mouth hard back against his like itâs a battle, into how you roll your hips against his, thrilling at feeling him hard and ready for you. But for all the intensity, for the dizziness sweeping over you, neither of you rushes - you kiss for so long that your lips tingle, your core throbs, the night grows blacker, the thunder tiptoes closer.Â
You swipe your tongue over his familiar lips, whining in your throat when he opens for you again, welcomes you in, rocks against you and closes his eyes against the sting as you unconsciously tighten your fingers in his hair.Â
Then he breaks the kiss, pulls himself free of your grasp, nudges his nose to the underside of your jaw until you lean your head back, breathing hard, giving him room to attach teeth and lips to the skin of your neck.Â
He gathers a bit of skin and worries it between his teeth, muttering, âYou wonât kill me. No one else can make you come undone like I do.â
The sound that tears out of you is half laugh and half desperate groan. âProve it, then,â you goad, fingers finding the hem of his shirt and pulling the edge towards you. He releases the spot on your neck long enough to let you pull the material over his head. Then he sits back on his knees between your legs and looks you over, one hand absently sliding down the front of his trousers, pressing relief into his waiting cock.
âYours,â he says, tone steely. You find your own hem with shaking fingers. Distantly, thereâs a flash of lightning, illuminating the canopy of tree branches above you before plunging you into darkness again. You pull your top over your head and drop it next to his, leaning back on your elbows.
All thoughts of what youâre supposed to do here have left you; thereâs only hands-shaking adrenaline and instinct driving you to give in to your desires and pursue what you want - Yoongi, Yoongi, more of Yoongi.
âTrousers, too,â Yoongi tells you, voice quiet. His fingers are on the string of his own trousers, but his eyes are on your exposed chest. Hungry.Â
You do as he says, untying your bottoms and pushing them away with your feet and waiting for his next move. The night isnât cold, but you shiver. The forest, your forest, feels like a sanctuary, like itâs wrapping around the two of you and keeping you safe from everything outside. Like if you stayed in here, together, you might be safe from her after all.
But you know thatâs a lie.Â
You push the thought away by coming up on your knees and approaching Yoongi, whoâs still kneeling, too. You press your chest to him with a shudder as you reach to kiss him again. He gives a quiet, happy noise low in his throat and you answer with a hum as you lick into him again.
You slip a hand between your bodies and find him heavy and leaking. He presses into your touch with a nearly-silent keen that you manage to catch, and you trace your fingertips up his length, playing in the wetness you find waiting for you at the tip, then pulling that wetness down to the base again. You repeat the motion, touch featherlight, and listen to Yoongiâs breathing hitch and catch and sigh as he closes his eyes and enjoys it. Heâs silky against your fingertips, skin like satin even here.
Yoongi trails kisses down your jaw, making a clear path towards your neck, and he skims a hand up your side and past your ribs, cupping one breast and rubbing his thumb roughly over your hardening nipple. You gasp, fingers twitching against his length, which spurs him on. He runs his knuckles lightly over the bud, then takes it gently between his thumb and forefinger, giving it an experimental roll. Your gasped ah turns into a liquid moan and he does it again, harder. You keen, a note of complaint in it, as he repeats the movement that is somehow both too much and not enough.Â
You wrap your hand fully around him, done teasing him with barely-there strokes, and roll your wrist once, twice, three times, his low grumbling reply music to your ears. Heâs still mouthing at your neck and he switches hands, igniting sparks as he gently pinches the other nipple instead. Then he reaches and bumps your wrist out of his way as he cups your sex and spears you on his middle finger.Â
âFuck, Yoongi,â you whine, rocking into his hand, trying to take the digit just a little deeper.Â
He must hear the desperation in your tone or sense it in the way you clench around his single finger, because he takes mercy on you and presses a second finger in beside the first. You sigh, still rocking against his hand, as he fucks into the spot in your front wall that makes your eyes drift closed and your toes curl up. You abandon his cock, bringing your hands to his shoulders, hanging on to keep yourself upright. When he presses his thumb against your clit you groan, loud and long, no one to hear you, and let your head fall back.
âThatâs right,â he murmurs, plunging his fingers in and out of your wet heat. You can hear it each time he pushes them back in, the sound ringing in the silent woods, the only competition the approaching rolls of gentle thunder.
He works you up until youâre panting, your forehead dropping to rest against his collarbone, your hips in constant motion as you seek more. Your arms are looped around his neck, though you donât remember starting to hold him, and your fingers find the ends of his long hair, tugging lightly in time with his motions. Occasionally his thumb circles your clit, causing your hips to jerk, but the angle stops him from keeping it constant. He pulls his hand away, and you take a bracing breath, coming back to your senses as the sensations fade.Â
He drops back from his knees, one arm behind his head as he lays back. He locks his eyes on yours as he strokes himself, his teeth toying with his bottom lip.Â
âCome on, then,â he prompts, his hand languid and lazy on his cock. Your body buzzes as you climb over him and sink down, letting him fill you, stretch you, break you into pieces. You ride him hard, one hand splayed on his flushed chest for balance, as around you the wind picks up, the leaves on the trees fluttering.
Yoongiâs eyes screw closed and his head tips back, even as his hands continue to guide your hips through each rise and fall.
You slow, savoring the drag against your walls, savoring his pretty skin beneath your fingers, savoring the grunts and hitched breaths heâs trying to hold back.
You could have loved Yoongi. In another life, where you had chips to bargain with. In a life where you fit into place within the village, where wild wasnât as necessary to you as air. Even if the Queen had never called for Yoongiâs head - this life never meant for you to love him.
This is what you think about as you lightly rake your nails down his chest, watching him squirm beneath you. You think about all the times heâd been on the edge of saying it.
You think about all the times the feeling had risen up in you, as warm as a patch of sunlit floor, and youâd had to blow it away like an errant dandelion seed.
Maybe you do love him. You just canât forget - not for a second - how little it matters.
The knife sits where youâd dropped it before undressing, just past Yoongiâs head.
You could probably reach it now.
Yoongi seems to sense the change in your motions and cracks an eye open, his fingers on your hips loosening.
His gaze follows yours. A flash of lightning makes the metal shine for a split second, and then youâre surrounded by the sudden patter of falling rain.
âGuess we better hurry,â Yoongi mutters, reaching up to grip the back of your neck and pulling you down so your chest is flush with his.
All thoughts leave your mind as he hammers into you from below - the knife is forgotten. Your feelings are forgotten. The rain, starting to muddy up the ground around you, forgotten.
You cum around him in silence, jaw clenched, fingers digging into his biceps. The groan he lets out as you squeeze around him in waves is drowned out by a growl of thunder that feels like itâs right above you, all around you.
Yoongi pumps into you with abandon, suddenly losing the rhythm heâd created. He gives two more shuddery thrusts and then lets his arms flop to the ground with a contented sigh.
For a second, you both lay there, sweat-slick and panting. Another lightning splits the sky, and the rain comes harder. He slides out of you and you wiggle until youâre laying just next to him instead of on top of him.
You canât stop looking at him. He seems determined not to look at you.
The rain washes everything away - the smell of sex, your sweat, your affection, your sadness, your pride.
âMy father,â he murmurs beneath you, and you go deathly still. âYes, I knew.â
You swallow, brush rainwater from your brow. âSo does the Queen,â you say back. An explanation, and an answer to the why heâd leveled at you an hour ago.
He nods slowly, expression clearing with understanding.
You feel no absolution for it.
Finally, he leans his head back again, his bangs flopping heavily now that theyâre saturated with rainwater, and eyes the knife.
You sit up. He brings his eyes to you and watches silently - as if he accepts whatever move you make. As if, should you reach for the metal, he wouldnât fight you this time.
âGo.â The word tumbles roughly onto the inch of mud between you. You donât remember making the decision to say it.
He sits up, elbows and shoulders caked with mud. But all he does is watch you, wait for you to change your mind.
âGo,â you repeat, meaning it. Now that youâve said it once, now that the decision was made, you know itâs the right one. âIâll tell her itâs done.â
You could never kill him. You both knew it all along.
He dresses wordlessly, and you do the same, pulling your top back over your head and tying up your trouser string. When you look up, heâs standing in the rain, watching you.
You stoop and grab the knife heâd made you. You grip it tightly in your hand, refuse to meet his eyes.
Heâs not challenging you, not questioning you - and that, in itself, feels like a slap.
âYou canât come back,â you say, as evenly as you can muster. When he just looks at you, infuriatingly silent, you add, âYou canât. Okay? If she - she can never know.â
âI know,â he says, and then he gives you a long, searching look. Heâs drenched now, and your hands itch to push his set hair away from his face, to use your thumbs to chase raindrops - you think - away from his lashline.
Then, choked, he offers, âYou could -â
âDonât,â you bite out, stopping him before he can make you any kind of offer. You canât. You canât go with him. You canât disappear into the night. Your brother is counting on you. You wonât let him pay for your sins.
Yoongi shakes his head. He takes another step closer. Your fingers tighten on the knifeâs handle.
âY/N, I -â
You raise the knife above your head in a flash, eyes going wide in fury.
âFucking go!â you bark.
He holds up his hands, takes a few steps backwards, giving up his quest to make this harder than it needs to be. Lightning illuminates him and above your head, the blade shines for a split second before everything is cast into inky darkness again.
When your eyes adjust to the darkness, trees around you forming a shape again, heâs gone.
You donât follow him, and you donât return to your cabin. You sink to your knees in the mud, dropping the knife onto the ground, and sob into your hands, the noise swallowed by the flurry of rain and the intermittent cracks of thunder.
â
You sleep. You hunt. When the time comes, you bring your scores to the Queen atop your wagon.
She doesnât ask you about Yoongi. You donât offer her anything, just thank her for her grace routinely when she orders your purse to be filled.
You donât stop at the tavern on the way back home. You donât stop at any of the shops - not this time. You donât trust yourself to act right if Yoongiâs disappearance gets brought up. You donât trust that no one will do the math that he vanished four nights ago, and now youâre a hollowed shell who canât form words.
The townspeople have seen you grieve before. Theyâd know what they were seeing.
The next trip is easier, and the one after that even more. The Queen never thanks you, not that you expected it, but you start finding an extra purse of coins in your wagon each time you return to it after bringing in your kills.
The price for your silence. The price for what she thinks youâve done.
It hurts the most when your wagon passes the smithy, but you keep your eyes on the cobblestones and your hands on the reins and eventually the hurt fades along with the village as you get farther and farther away.
The seasons turn. The hurts fade. You send extra money to your brother. You sleep. You hunt.
Eventually, you stop waking up from nightmares that feature the glint of metal. You stop waking up trying desperately to cling to your dreams as fruitlessly as clinging to smoke, left with only damp places on your pillow and the memory of a low, throaty chuckle ringing in your ears.
Eventually, you can ride past the smithy without the pang in your chest. You can stop for a pint without watching the shadows for the appearance of a gummy smile. You can laugh when the bartender cracks a joke, can sound like yourself when you ask the bakerâs daughter how sheâs been faring.
It is after one of these trips, deep into color-saturated autumn, that you return to your cabin with wagon empty and purses full.
Something isnât right. You freeze, casting your eyes around the forest, but it holds its secrets tight.
On the ground in front of your door, illuminated by the late afternoon sunlight, is a brand new, shining blade.
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The Teenage Foolishness
Pairing: Sirius Black x male!reader angst at certain point, kinda smut at another. If you haven't read the previous post/chapter whatever, Y/N is muggle-born
Hope you like it! TW: use of Y/N, internalised homophobia, pining, erotic thoughts, erotic things in general, AMAB! reader, swearing, mentions of war, mentions of toxic family
After the first year, the following two were not particularly remarkable. That is not to say that the days were mundane, or that nothing interesting ever happened; rather, you were immersed in a routine devoid of anything exceptional to distinguish it.
You and the rest of the Maraudersâa nickname coined by Lily of all people - "Unbelievable! You cost us 50 points, and for what?! Marauding around the castle like vagabonds⌠I cannot comprehend what is so special or enjoyable about being as much of a nuisance as Peeves!" - continued to pursue your intention of making the most of your years at the school, pranking those who deserved it (mainly the Slytherins) and not taking life too seriously
At times, you felt that James and Sirius, in particular, went a little overboard in targeting a specific individual, but simultaneously, he gave as good as he got, so you did not see much issue with the clear rivalry between your group and Severus Snape.
You continued to learn, to excel, and to immerse yourself in magical education, relentless in your persuit of knowing everything.
In your third year, you began tutoring some first-years in Transfiguration and Charms. You also encountered your first struggle - Arithmancy.
You chose it alongside Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures as your electives, thinking it wouldnât be too challenging.
You did enjoy the Creatures class the most and found Ancient Runes, which included lessons on enchanting objects, warding, and curse-breaking, truly fascinating. You were always eager for those classes.
But Arithmancy⌠You thought it would simply be wizarding maths, but it was far from that. You barely scraped by in it and fully intended to drop it before fifth year. Spell-crafting be damned; if you had to read one more paragraph on the properties of numbers and shapes, you felt like you might spontaneously combust. And preparing for an OWL in it⌠that would be unbearable.
Another struggle that began in third year was dealing with feelings. Suddenly, you started experiencing peculiar emotions. Of course, there had been boys who caught your eye before, but it had never been significant. However, the affections you might have had, or not, seemed to grow in intensity.
Suddenly, instead of a mere sense of admiration, a deep longing emerged. You would catch yourself imagining how delightful it would be to walk hand in hand with them, to embrace them, to kiss them, toâŚ
Even with the knowledge that your proclivities were not frowned upon in the wizarding world, the years you spent before joining it had conditioned you to feel guilt and denial. It felt as though you were being pushed by shame from one side and encouragement from the other, leaving no space for action.
So you suppressed those feelings, turning to those shameful late-night moments in which you inflicted some self-pleasure upon yourself.
You felt guilty thinking about schoolmates that way. The only comfort was that it usually wasnât someone you were particularly close with, so objectifying them wasnât thrown in your face the next morning.
Then the fifth year arrived, and with it, a very changed, taller, better-built Sirius.
He said he had spent most of his summer at his uncle Alphard's house, which had a Quidditch pitch nearby, allowing him to fly and work out every day. Training for his Beater position on the Quidditch team involved a lot of work from his arm and chest muscles.
And what a sight those muscles were, when he took his outer robe off, leaving only a thin dress shirt on. They were enthralling to watch, and it took you greater effort than fighting any duel, facing any Slytherin, or preparing for any exam to avert your gaze elsewhere.
It didn't help that he paid particular attention to you. There was something in his gaze that made you want to squirm.
It's worth mentioning you changed over the summer too. You barely had to lift your head now to look your dad straight in the eyes (which came with your mum droning on about needing to buy an entirely new wardrobe for you since all your clothes were too short). Your face became thinner, and your jawline more pronounced. You would often run, not from schoolmates, but for the simple release of pent-up energy from being deprived of magic (you would curse whoever it was that created the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, if they were still alive) and worrying about a possible raid from Death Eaters all summer.
You did try to act casual. But you were also 16. And suddenly, when the night came, the only thoughts you had, were of him.
His nature didn't help either. He was always affectionate with touch - an arm around your shoulder when walking together, his head always resting on someone's lap while relaxing on the couches in the Gryffindor common room. He did that with all of his friends.
So it meant he did it with you as well. In those moments, you begged to be back in the Arithmancy classroom, listening to lectures about numerological transcendence or whatever else you couldn't grasp, because it would still be easier than withstanding the force of Sirius Black's friendly affection. Friendly.
You always made sure to keep the outer robes on, so you could cover your crotch and the erection that occured whenever he tugged you closer to him or rested his head on your arm.
After one very close call, when he laid his head on your lap, you realised it had become essential never to sit next to him again. Not as long as you felt the way you did. It didn't help that the thoughts of his mouth so close to that particular area contributed to your unseemly activities later that evening and were followed by a sense of shame when you saw him the next morning while preparing to go down for breakfast.
And even if you told yourself that you were dealing with this insufferable infatuation, you couldn't help but feel jealous of the people who sparked Sirius' interest. You weren't the only person who had noticed how he had changed over the summer, after all.
It seemed every other week there would be a new girl clutching onto him like a lifeline. And considering the affection he showed his friends, you shouldn't have been surprised by how flagrant he was with them.
The shameless make-out sessions, blatant touching, and disgusting displays like feeding each other were hard to ignore. But over time, you got used to it. You didn't accept it, but it was just something that happened, yet another flaw in the world. It still was better than the fact that there was an actual war happening outside the school halls, a war against people like you, or rather, about ridding the world of people like you.
But then, one day, Sirius showed up for lunch with a boy. A Ravenclaw, one year above you. All of you were confused. And confusion turned into many different emotions when the ministrations that Sirius' girlfriends received were extended to him.
If you felt uneasy before, now you were actually physically sick. You wanted to vomit, to break something, or rather someone.
Ironically, one of the few comforts you had in the entire situation was knowing that if you never stood a chance with him, it wasn't because of your appearance or any other personal attribute, but simply because he was exclusively into girls. This made it easier to avoid letting yourself fantasise about being with him. At that point, however, the reality stung more sharplyâknowing that he chooses not to have an interest in you, despite being open to it. It just made it all more painful.
So you quickly excused yourself and exited the Hall. You didn't run and cry, thinking about jumping off the astronomy tower like some heartsick, stupid people would do. You weren't sad. You were angry. Furious. Livid. Violent.
You hadn't noticed Remus going after you, all the way to the Forbidden Forest. You hadn't noticed him as you were throwing all known curses and hexes at a large pile of rocks, annihilating it in the process.
But after you were done, and decided to go back, there he stood. With this look of pity. Maybe you weren't as subtle as you thought, or maybe it was him being his usual, too perceptive self.
"I would say that it gets better, but I'm not going to start lying to you," he said.
"Are you- Do you- You too? With Sirius, I mean," you replied.
"Merlin no!" and after a short pause, "Well, maybe a little last year. But it went out the window after he insulted Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, massive turn-off," he said, the last part with a scoff, "And I'm more partial to the fair sex, being honest with you."
"How long have you known?" you asked.
"You know how my senses are heightened? Due to- you know. Well, some stronger emotions have the slightest scents that I can detect. They don't really compare to any normal ones⌠well, the technicalities don't really matter. Arousal is one of those scents, and I smelled it off of you while you were looking at him in the distance once or twice."
"Well, thank you for not calling me out on it," you said with the slightest of smiles. At that point, you also had to ask, because you knew it would nag you forever, "So if you can actually smell emotions, that means that things likeâŚ" You didn't exactly know how to ask whether he could smell you wank in the night, so you just made a gesture. He didn't seem unsettled by your question, to his credit.
"Oh, yeah, at first it was quite uncomfortable, but you weren't the first one to do it... Sirius was always hyper and he is the oldest, I suppose," he said, then continued, "I learned a spell to shield my bed from all smells in Second Year, but I forget to cast it sometimes," he said while rubbing the nape of his neck.
"Well, I've never felt more sorry for you, especially with Peter's dirty socks..." you said.
âYes, well, it comes with living with four other teenage boys. But Iâm the one whoâs supposed to comfort you right now, not the other way around,â he said with a small laugh.
âYou did say it wouldnât just get better, as if from experience⌠Who were you that angry about? You, the calmest, most reasonable and even-tempered Gryffindor in history.â
âThere was one particular girl that Sirius had dated about a month ago, and now even if I did try to ask her out, Iâd be asking Siriusâ ex out. It did irk me, knowing he would drop her after a week or so anyway.â
âA shame you hadnât told me; then we could wallow in self-pity together,â you chuckled a little. Maybe Freud was onto something with his âjust talk about it and it will get better.â Although, you were also quite tired, so maybe there was simply no energy for anger at the moment.
âDo you want to smash some things too? I could conjure more rocks if youâd like,â you asked.
He smiled. âNo, but I will tell you if I do. Letâs head back; I think weâre already late for Potions.â
You groaned. âFuck Potions, weâre both rubbish at it anyway. Besides, I donât know if I have it in me not to throw some beetle eyes or something equally disgusting at him right now.â You said this as you started walking back towards the castle.
âI am a prefect, you know,â Remus replied.
âOh? So I suppose it wasnât you who turned Mulciberâs hair into snakes yesterday?â you responded with a small chuckle.
He just huffed but didnât rebut.
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What you and Remus failed to talk about and consider were appearances. There was nothing out of the ordinary with Remusâ, but you, however, looked as if youâd just emerged from a fighting ring - messy hair, ruffled clothes, and scratches from the rock shards that you hadnât even registered.
After worried questions stemming from a calm, âWhat happened?â from Peter, to Jamesâ intense, âDid someone do this to you?! Tell. Me. Who!â you just said youâd fallen down the stairs, and Remus had taken you to the infirmary, which explained your absence during Potions class. And since it was just a theory lesson, you doubted Slughorn noticed or cared much.
The rest of the day, after fixing yourself up in the bathroom, you tried to act as usual. And it mostly worked. But, as seemed to be the pattern of the day, Sirius disrupted your attempts at casualness. It wasnât his fault per se, since you always sat together in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Normally, you would chat and joke, having already mastered the subject. But today, you didnât even want to see him, let alone talk to him.
Sirius wasnât stupid, nor as self-conceited as some believed. He noticed the lack of banter and witty responses from you and asked, âAre you okay? You seem a little off today.â
Clearly he didnât connect the dots that your being "a little off" might be related to your supposed fall down the stairs. His mind was probably preoccupied with that Ravenclaw arsewipe he had shown up with, making it clear he was bi.
So you simply responded, âIâm fine,â and started taking notes. This really set Sirius off, because you never did that in Defence class. By Fourth Year, you had enough knowledge and skill to score an Outstanding in NEWT for the subject. You had even ventured into Knockturn Alley to buy books on martial magic, most containing curses only found in the restricted section of the school library. He knew why you were so determined to master this area of magic. With raids, disappearances, and murders reported every other day, who wouldnât be?
Sirius thought that maybe something else had happened other than the fall, but what could it be? No one dared to challenge you to a duel or sneak up on you after you sent the youngest Yaxley brother to the infirmary with so many afflictions and injuries he didnât get out until a week later (you only got three nights of detention since it was technically self-defence after he tried to use the body-bind curse on you from behind first. The Gryffindor privilege probably played a part in that as well). You didnât seem to be under a side-effect of pain medicine either.
He only realized the lesson was over because of your abrupt departure the moment the bell rang.
But there was someone with you when whatever happened had occurred - Remus. He had the answers, and Sirius was adamant about finding out the truth. But when he turned towards the desk Remus sat at, it was empty as well.
Suspicious.
Both of you disappearing halfway through the day and then coming back disheveled with a very convenient story... Could you...? Together?
Now, with his mind racing, Sirius reached the only plausible conclusion: it became clear he was into guys too, and one of you must have gotten jealous, so you sorted it out. The idea that Remus could have been the one to be with you like that, while Sirius was left out, sparked something he never wanted to feel about any of his friends - jealousy.
He loved Moony, don't get him wrong. But it was you and him that always had a little stack of letters after the holidays for each other, since neither could send them during the summer. "Merlin! I didn't know we had some summer essays set to write. What will we do, Pete?" James would always laugh. It was you and him that hated going away from Hogwarts because the castle was where you truly felt at home. It was you and him that sat together by the Black Lake in you spot, sharing those quiet moments that seemed to stretch into forever.
Why wouldn't you consider him for something more, then? He wasn't a saint, he knew that. But he also had access to mirrors, and he was a friend as long as Moony was.
And he had to admit, when he saw you on the train in September, desire surged through him. But you never seemed to look at him too long, let alone show any sign of actual interest. So he tried what he had seen work on those desperate girls and used all the tricks he had. But those attempts only seemed to turn you off, making you retreat from him. He recalled that evening when he laid his head on your lap, asking you to braid or play with his hair, and instead of blushing and giggling like those girls did, you immediately needed to get back to the dorm, claiming there was "a book you forgot to return to the library, and you better run before Madam Pince closes it" or some other excuse. After that, you avoided sitting next to him, except for during class.
When he saw you could defend yourself from the baby death eaters - commonly known as Slytherins - he stopped pretending not to associate with you. He was openly best friends with a "blood traitor," which, in his parents' eyes, was as bad as being a "filthy little Mudblood." So, he would get punished anyway.
He cherished the surprise on your face when he sat next to you at the Sorting Ceremony, the delight in your eyes when you realised he wasnât playing the charade he had in First Year.
He was always honest with you. He never felt it important to discuss his sexuality, especially since you never mentioned yours. He assumed you shared his sentiment. But now it was clear that you had discussed it with someone - just not him. Maybe you and Remus had a special spot as well? Or maybe, the spot by the lake was only special to Sirius, and you came there only when dear Remus was too busy, or worse, out of pity, because Sirius would sit there sometimes, hoping you would appear.
He hated that feeling. You were his friends. He shouldn't be mad at you two being close, being together. But he was. He was angry with you, and he was even more furious with himself.
Maybe if he just mellowed down his advances, you would start to show similiar affection towards him as well? Or maybe you did feel it, but was just awkward about it and he hadn't noticed?
And then there were the flings.
So on one hand, you might be plainly uninterested, wanting nothing more than friendship. On the other, you might have been interested, but he had ruined it.
He had ruined it all, just as he always seemed to. His mother had often said so. His father, his br- Regulus, never disagreed.
He didn't ever realise he was now alone, with tears glistening in his eyes, heading towards nowhere in particular
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The rest of the week was tense for the Marauders. Sirius retreated as he had after his first Howler back in First Year. Fortunately, this time he already had James. Pete stuck by him too, offering snacks in the evenings and welcome distractions. Both of them knew Peter didnât need help with Herbology, yet he asked Sirius for it, for example.
Not that you and Remus were there to witness most of these moments. You were cooped up in the library, sometimes together with Lily, Marlene, and Mary.
You didnât know if it was just instinct or if you were that easy to read, but the three girls took to comforting you as well. Your study sessions continued with the addition of Lilyâs dormmates, which made things much more fun, but also much riskier, since Madam Pince didnât take kindly to any disturbances of silence, and snickering was very much a disturbance.
One evening, Marlene said that when she was sad she did her first piercing by herself. She mentioned it off-handedly, while being scolded by Lily and Mary for getting her nose infected - that attempt was not as successful as the first one âor numerous following ones!â Marlene didnât fail to add.
So, when you were returning to the common room, you asked her which piercing wasnât too painful and if she would be willing to do it for you. She eagerly agreed, recommending helix piercings since earlobes were âtoo obvious.â
And as much as it wasnât the most pleasant experience, it wasnât too bad either. You settled for piercings in each ear. Marlene said it was fate, since the Hogsmeade trip would be happening in two days. You would be able to buy your own jewellery, wearing hers for now.
You were barely the first person to have some alterations to their appearance done, so it didnât gain much attention from most, only your friends, who you didnât have many of, especially since three of your dormmates seemed engrossed with something they were sharing with neither you nor Remus. Even Mary said you looked "dashing", and with her being one of the icons (Marlene had called her a guru) of style by that point, you knew it really meant something.
You saw the dark circles under Siriusâ eyes, as well as how puffy they were. You wanted to comfort him, truly you did. He was your friend, first and foremost. But now, it seemed he was avoiding you. You thought of cornering him somehow but thought better of it. One canât make Sirius Black do or say anything he doesnât want to do. And he did not take kindly to attempts at trying.
So, you left him be and didnât address any of the occasional looks you got from him with anything else but, what you hoped was, a comforting smile.
The trip to Hogsmeade was as eventful as any other, but with you not only buying earrings but some rings as well. You made sure none were made of silver, mindful of Moony.
The Sunday, however, proved to be something entirely else. You were planning on writing the Potions essay and reading the latest issue of Transfiguration Today. You hoped there would be at least something more than a mere mention of the Animagus process, having found only some sparse remarks on it in the books youâd read in the library so far.
There was always the Restricted Section, but you needed the Cloak for that, and James was always with Sirius.
And as much of a pain as it was to write about the Draught of Peace, it was one of the possible potions to brew for your OWL exam, and you needed one in Potions, no matter how much you loathed the idea of studying the subject at NEWT level. But you needed the NEWT to be allowed into the Auror Training, and complaining would get you nowhere.
But when you were finally done and reached for the magazine on your nightstand, the dorm room burst open, and in came James, Peter, and Sirius. And they came with purpose.
âRight, weâre going to settle this. You,â James pointed at you and Sirius, âwill stay in this room until youâre okay again. I will let you starve to death if I have to.â And with that, he came out, locking the door.
You looked at Sirius and didnât know what else to say but, âAlways with dramatics, that one.â
Sirius didnât respond at first, just looked at you for some time. You avoided his stare, which clearly was the wrong thing to do, seeing what he asked you next.
âWhy canât you even look at me?â he said in a tone much more broken than Sirius should sound like. You had only witnessed a few times over the five years youâd known each other. So you did look at him, straight in the eyes, and responded.
âOf course I can look at you.â You really didnât know how to handle this. You didnât even know what exactly it was about.
âSince we returned in September, you donât want to, though,â after a short pause, he asked, âWeâre friends, right? Friends tell each other things.â
âOf course weâre friends. Why would you question that?â you said immediately.
He looked at you, intensely, expectantly. But you really didnât know what he could want you to say. There was no way he knew about your crush, right?
Seeing that he wasnât going to receive what he had hoped for, he said with a clipped tone, âThen why didnât you tell me about you and Remus? Or James and Pete, for that matter?â
Now you were really bewildered. You wanted to ask what he meant, but he clearly wasnât finished.
âI bet you told Marls and the other two, though, always hanging around with each other now. I mean, I could understand if youâd just started and were figuring things out, but once youâre having sex, I think itâs serious enough to mention it to people you claim are your family!â he finished, shouting.
âWhat do you- Are- Sex!? With who!?â
âWell, Moony of course, unless you were doing it with Marlene in the third-floor bathroom on Thursday too!â
"For fuck's sake, have you taken something!? Or is this some very elaborate prank!?" You didnât allow him to respond just yet. "Iâm not having sex with anyone, Iâm not in a relationship with anyone, Marlene only pierced my ears," you said, pointing at your ears. "And I really donât think that Remus fetching me from the Forbidden Forest is that significant to mention!"
Sirius seemed surprised. You rarely screamed or shouted, preferring to just hex someone if they were going too far. Of all the questions now flooding his mind, he asked,
"What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest?"
"I was smashing up some rocks, if itâs that important to you. And I left the centaurs one of the phoenix feathers I found last year in the Astronomy Tower, along with a very sincere apology letter the next day, so I doubt theyâll want to hunt me down. It was only a pile of rocks anyway; I made sure not to harm any trees or animals."
"Why?"
"You know centaurs are the ones that planted and protect the forest. They demand respect. I doubt me coming in all unreasonable and entitled to destroy parts of it, even as irrelevant as a pile of-" At that, he interrupted you.
"I donât care about the centaurs! Why were you wrecking rocks, and if thatâs what happened on Monday, why are you cross with me?"
"Iâ Iâm not cross with you, and it doesnât matter why. Itâs stupid, and Iâm dealing with it."
"Maybe I could help, you know. Or at least you could have told me."
You were getting sick of his apparent entitlement to all your issues and that, mixed with still not fully gone anger at him over the Ravenclaw, prompted you to say with a clipped tone, "Well, you seem pretty preoccupied these days. I wouldnât want to get groped by accident."
His eyes widened, cheeks reddened, and his mouth opened and closed in a repeated cycle. He was visibly thinking about what to say next.
"Is that why youâve been avoiding me? Seeing me with those girls?"
You barely even registered saying, "You forgot the Ravenclaw already?"
At that you saw a hint of a smirk on his face, but what was more noticeable was the step he took towards you. "Did it bother you? Seeing me like that?"
Oh, you definitely didnât like the direction this conversation was going. So you quickly tried to escape the looming vision of actually confessing your feelings to him.
"Who wouldnât be bothered? People do go to that Hall to eat their food. You and whoever else was your conquest of the week were trying to eat each other."
He only inched closer. "No one else was demolishing the forest because of that, though, were they?"
You faltered. You were losing this argument, and youâd have to go past Sirius to reach your wand, which you had inconveniently left on the bed.
"You know, a lot of things just started to make sense to me..." He was almost within touching distance.
"Well, enlighten me then," you said, hoping your tone was more confident than you felt.
"The way you distanced yourself, wouldnât look at me too long... I thought I might have done something bad or wrong, but now Iâm realising," and after a pause, in a much huskier tone, "I actually might have done the opposite."
He did touch you now, caressing your arm. "Iâm going to ask you something, Y/N, and I need you to be honest." The hand went from your arm to your chin, directing your head to look him in the face. You hadnât realised you had been looking just past his shoulder for most of that monologue.
The only thing you did realise, was that Sirius was tall.
"If I kissed you right now, would you return it?"
You were overwhelmed. And, more importantly, starting to get hard. No.
But apparently, your subconscious decided to answer for you, and you nodded.
Sirius didnât wait a second. He leaned in, practically attacking your mouth.
The kiss was rough, with teeth clashing at first. You supposed it was probably clumsy, but you didnât have anything to compare it with.
You tried to mimic what Sirius was doing, and in a moment of daring (you were still a Gryffindor, after all), you bit his lower lip, eliciting a low groan from Sirius.
You usually learned best through practice, and kissing apparently wasnât an exception. You became more confident with each second his lips moved with yours, and when you felt his tongue brush against your lower lip, you instinctively opened your mouth.
The tongue slipped in immediately, accompanied by a satisfied hum from Sirius. It was strange, the sensation of it in your mouth at first, against your own. But you quickly found yourself enjoying it, and the fact that his hands were now firmly on your waist, running up and down, certainly didnât discourage you.
For someone who detested the very thought of being overpowered, you surprisingly enjoyed Siriusâ dominant position right now.
You rested your arms on his shoulders and started running your right hand through the hair on the back of his head, eliciting another groan, of satisfaction, you hoped.
You began to move your tongue along with his, and sooner than you realised, it became a battle. You were growing more and more eager to explore his mouth as well.
The fact that you were currently making out with your long-term crush was not lost on you, nor did it fail to make you even more aroused with each passing second. You had imagined a moment like this many times. In fact, you had imagined many other moments, and seeing how physical Sirius was, there was a big chance of them turning into memories or maybe, if you dared to think, regular occurrences.
In fact, you wouldnât settle for anything less. You were not interested in becoming one of many in the long line of Sirius Blackâs dalliances, as Remus liked to say sometimes.
And so, with great effort - both in actually willing yourself to do it, as well as managing against Siriusâ strength - you pulled away.
His eyes were half-lidded, pupils dilated, but a brow started to rise in question.
"Iâm not ruining our friendship for a week of fun with you, Sirius," you said, still breathless, but it was clear you were being frank right now.
"Iâm not either," he responded. "I want it to be more," he said.
"What are you saying?" you asked with a smirk, knowing very well what, but still wanting to hear it.
He rolled his eyes playfully. "And you complained about Jamesâ flair for dramatics," he said, and immediately dropped to one knee and took your hand. "Y/N L/N, will you, the breathtaking vision of enchanting beauty, the enthralling light of brilliance, do me the honour of allowing me to become your partner in love and life?" he asked in an over-dramatic tone.
You laughed and said in the same manner, "Sirius Black, your words have melted my heart completely. Iâd be thrilled to become your boyfriend."
He pretended to cry, followed by a quite amusing spectacle of pretending to die out of sheer joy, and then stood up, held you to him, and kissed you again, this time more tenderly. This kiss didnât seem desperate but wasnât chaste in any way either. You pulled him closer by his shirt, having your chests press together. He seemed very satisfied with it.
He was starting to pull your sweater off when the doors burst open with James in the front yet again, this time shrieking. Remus, who apparently joined him and Peter in the common room during your time alone with Sirius, said, "Turns out you were right, they were suffocating each other... Not in the way you predicted though," he added with a low chuckle.
Peterâs face was as red as a beet, and James just stared. After a while, he said, "I call you both my brothers, so itâs incest, you know. Iâll tell my mum."
"Youâre just worried Iâll cut into your cuddle time with him," you said to James, receiving a laugh from Remus and a smirk from Sirius that contradicted his severe tone.
"He could never cut into that, Jamie, you donât have to worry."
James decided to just shove him with a laugh as a response.
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