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'tis the season (eddie munson x fem!reader)
summary: your sweet neighbour addresses a christmas card to both you and eddie â the only issue? she's never met eddie... so how does she know his name? eddie decides that 'tis the season for all your neighbours to know his name
cw: 18+!, christmas adjacent but you don't have to celebrate, smut, oral, fingering, pinv sex, idk mentions of dying of embarrassment, friends with benefits to more (slightly ambiguous ig) an: just a quick lil thing!!! if you liked it pls tell me or i'll pass away from lack of attention wc: 2.4k+
You didnât think twice about it â a Christmas card that your next door neighbour dropped off to your apartment, addressed to both you and Eddie.Â
You should have thought twice about it â because youâve never introduced lovely Mrs. Mabel to Eddie, and Eddie doesnât necessarily show up to your apartment during the day time.
What you and him do⊠itâs more of a night time thing. You call him â sometimes he calls you â and then he drives over. Sometimes you pretend you need something fixed, sometimes itâs a jar lid that's stuck, one time it was your bedside table that was jammed â but him coming over to introduce himself to your 70 year old neighbour is highly, highly unlikely.Â
So when you got the card, maybe you should have thought twice about why his name was on it â but you didnât. You were on your way out and Mrs. Mabel had left it taped to your door. You slid it into your purse, and then when you got home, you had put it down on your countertop with the thought of opening it after putting away the few groceries you had bought.
Then you just forgot about it for the night. A candle was lit, the lights were dimmed, and Eddie was speed dialed.Â
When he showed up, you were pouring drinks for the two of you in your kitchen â thatâs when he saw the card.Â
âOh?â he hummed, smiling as he slid his finger along the edge of the rustic brown coloured envelope, picking it up. âWhat's this?â
âOh yeah!â you remembered. âMrs. Mabel dropped that off earlier, I forgot to open it. It's a christmas card,â you beamed.Â
âWell, good thing you waited. Itâs addressed for both of us,â he winked.Â
You didnât understand the wink.Â
You didnât understand why he was so smug either, and you didnât ask, you were too distracted by the kitschy card, with drawings of cats wearing Santa hats wishing you and Eddie a âMeowy Christmasâ and a âPurrfect New Yearâ.Â
It was only after drinks were drunk, your bedroom was visited, and Eddie said something odd, that you started to question what exactly he meant.Â
His skin was still dewy where you laid your head on his chest. Both of your breaths were labored. His hand was splayed across your back, feeling extra warm.Â
âSo⊠I take it that all your neighbours know my name?â He said it like he was teasing you. You didnât understand why, but it seemed loaded.
âNo? Why would they all know your name?â
âHmmm,â he hummed, and you could hear the mischief in his smile. He was up to something, but your eyelids were heavy, and his hand started to rub up and down your spine, and with the way your body vibrated, you could not have cared less. Whatever he was getting at could wait.Â
And it did wait â one whole week. Then you finally understood, and you really cared â because what the fuck.Â
He came over earlier than usual. He hadnât even called, he just showed up, and with flowers. Flowers. Eddie doesnât give you flowers, he gives you orgasms. Thatâs what you thought this thing was between the two of you â nothing more than late night hookups. Not flowers.Â
And then he dropped the bomb that he was making you dinner. Dinner. He was being so sweet, and he brought you flowers, and he was making you dinner. You canât even remember a time where you had seen him before the sun set. Flowers. Dinner.
As he found his way through your kitchen, he made sure to get in every little touch and graze possible, even ones that were so obviously unnecessary. Like when you were washing vegetables at the sink. He pressed himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, caging you in against the sink, washing his hands in the most inconvenient position ever. It was incredibly inefficient, and it got the front of your shirt wet, but that was another thing. He peeled your shirt off you right in the kitchen. With a giggle â because this whole ordeal had left you undeniably smitten â you complained that the cotton of your shirt was cold and stuck to you, so his solution was to spin you around and lift it right up from your waist, up your chest, and over your head.Â
As the fabric passed over your face, you shut your eyes, only to open them to Eddie pressing a kiss to your lips. The shirt was thrown to the floor, his hands found your cheeks, and you were walked backwards until your bum pressed to the countertop. His body pressed to yours, his belt buckle jutting in the bare skin of your belly, his shirt sticking to the lace of your bra. He kissed you stupid right in the middle of your kitchen.Â
When you thought you were moving onto the next part of the night â forgoing dinner and heading straight to the bedroom â you were wrong.Â
âWhatâya doing?â he murmured against your mouth. You had reached around him, blindly finding and spinning the burner off.Â
âMaking sure my apartment doesnât burn down.â
âIt wonât. Weâre right here.â He pressed a string of new kisses to your lips, and you could feel his smile through every single one.Â
Your makeout session did not move to the bedroom.Â
When the timer went off, he parted from you with a final peck to your lips, and âfor good measureâ, another one to your cheek. From there on out, you⊠you were useless. Just a pair of wobbly legs being ordered around by a thoughtless brain. You spilled things, and knocked things over, and clattered dishes, and eventually Eddie put you on watch duty â or as he put it, âsit there and look prettyâ duty.Â
It didnât get better either. He kept looking at you. Looking at you with dark eyes that you know too well. Dark eyes that felt deeper than anything youâve felt before. Dark eyes that made your stomach swirl and your thighs clench. Dark eyes that you wanted in the bedroom, right now.Â
You tried to get him in the bedroom. From your spot sitting on the countertop, you tried to hook a pointed foot around his thigh as he stirred honestly over a steaming pan. You tried to give him the same eyes back. You tried â oh god, you tried.Â
And you know what he did? He set the table. Lit a candle, set out glasses, lined up forks and knives. Got you a new shirt to wear. Filled your plates, got you both napkins, pulled your chair out for you.Â
You wanted him more than anything.Â
And then you got him.Â
The table was never cleared. Clothes were shed before either of you were past your bedroom door. Your hands were tugging at his boxers, and you wanted to show him how much you appreciated his kindness â how much you enjoyed the impromptu flowers and dinner.Â
He had other plans.Â
He laid you down and spread you out. Put his mouth to use â held both your hands as he did it too. It had your chest squeezing in a soft way, and your hips moving in a way you could not control.Â
âEddie,â you moaned, as he licked at your sensitive spot, pushing you just over the point of too much pleasure. You already came once but he decided that you deserved much more than that.Â
âAm I making you feel good?â
âMhm, so good, Eddie â fuck,â you gasped as your pleasure quickly became overstimulating. He rearranged your intertwined mess of hands, taking both of yours in one of his, freeing up the other to move down your body and meet his mouth at your core.Â
Two fingers were pushed into your already convulsing cunt. You barely had a moment to come down, and he was barreling past that point, moving you onto your next orgasm. His fingers curled, and your whole body tensed.
âEddie â E-Eddie,â you said, voice rising as your hips began to buck, thighs jerking.
âYeah, baby?â
âEddie,â you whined, like it was a real answer and not just his name. Like he should know what he's doing to you â and he does, but to your ignorance, this is exactly what he wants.
âI know â I know, feels good, huh?â
And it did. His fingers felt great, but him properly filling you up felt better. As soon as he sunk his length into you, you were a goner.Â
With your legs folded, ankles sitting over his shoulders, blankets gathered where you fisted them in your hands, and your toes curled tightly, Eddie fucked you. Sincerely, amorously, hard.
Every snap of his hips to yours, every crude, wet noise, every creak of the bed, was hidden well beneath the way you panted and whined â and Eddie just goaded you on.
âYeah? Right there? That's where it feels good?â
âYes, right â right there,â you answered devotedly.
âCâmon, sweetheart. Tell me how you want it,â he grunted, bringing a soft hand to your cheek and running it upwards, pushing back the baby hairs on your forehead.Â
âHarder,â you answered, meeting his gaze.Â
âHarderâŠ?â He smiled, trailing off to prompt you. Just as he did, he let his hips find yours with extra vigour, grinding upwards into you, his cock pressing right against your g-spot with the perfect angle to get a full-body reaction from you. He continued, rolling his hips in a quick rhythm, giving you exactly what you asked for, harder.Â
âEddie,â you gasped, body being pressed up the mattress with the sheer force of his thrust.Â
âYou like saying my name donât you? Hm? Sounds so pretty when you say it.â
You should have put it together right there. But you didnât. You just got louder.
âEddie â fuck â Eddie!â
âI know. I got you, baby,â he replied, eyes never leaving your face as he purposefully did exactly what he needed to do to get his intended reaction from you.Â
âEddie! Eddie! Eddie!â
One final press of his pelvis to your sensitive clit, one final graze of his cock to that special spot inside of you, one final gasp of his name, and you were coming. Coming harder than you had tonight, harder than you ever had in your whole life.Â
You wished you could have stayed in that moment forever.Â
Pleasure coursing through you, spreading everywhere from your ten fingers to your ten toes, your mind blank apart from the pure adoration you had for the man who laid overtop of you, cumming inside of you at that very moment. The man who surprised you and brought you flowers and cooked you dinner.Â
Oh, and not to mention how, in that moment, you were so blissfully ignorant to a spectacularly embarrassing fact. So naive, so ignorant. So stupid.Â
Eddie was a sweetheart. Continued to be a sweetheart, actually. After giving the two of you time to settle, he eventually got up, helped clean you up, cleaned himself up, and then got back into bed with you to cuddle. Cuddling has been a normal thing for the two of you, but his smile as he cozied up close to you, with the way his lips rounded at the corners, and his dimples were so deeply set, it was not the normal, bliss-filled, post-orgasm smile. It was different, it was mischievous, and a touch unsettling.Â
âWhat?â you eventually caved, smiling back at him as he gave you a dramatic side eye paired with a raised brow â he's been waiting for you to ask him what's on his mind.Â
He grinned at you, canines poking out with all his glee. He dropped his head to your fluffed pillow, tugged you in closer, and looked at you like he was about to spill some hot, gossipy pillowtalk.Â
âThink all your neighbours know my name now?â
Your brows furrowed in confusion, weaving together in the centre, because what does that have to do with anything? âWhat?â sat on the tip of your tongue, but just as he wiggled his brow, giving you a pointed look, waiting for you to put it all together, it finally hit you. It hit you like a brick to the head. A brick to the head off of a three story building. Beyond painful.Â
The reason Mrs. Mabel, dear, sweet, elderly, Mrs. Mabel knew Eddieâs name to write it on your Christmas card: thin walls, his talent, your loud mouth.Â
âNo,â you gasped, jaw dropping.
âNo?â He scrunched his forehead upwards, eyes widening, leaning in even closer to you to absorb the full extent of your shock. âBecause I think they do,â he smirked, voice rising with amusement. Finding your waist under the blankets, he curled his fingers into your flesh. You squirmed, grabbing his hand and holding him still. This is serious.Â
âEddie,â you frowned, squeezing his hands before pushing them out from under the blankets and away. He let you, watching you through bright eyes, loving every minute of your humiliation.Â
âYes, sweetheart, that is my name,â he practically sang.Â
âThatâs so embarrassing.â You let your body shrink into the mattress, turning to hide your face in the pillow. You whined out a long groan, ridding your body of every ounce of breath in your lungs. If you were a lucky person, you would have suffocated. Died right there and rid yourself of all your mortal shame.Â
âNobody complained, I think theyâre fine with it.â His hand became a heavy weight of your waist, coaxing you out from the pillow while rubbing your back.
âIâm not fine with it,â you said abruptly, nearly giving yourself whiplash as you turned your neck to look at Eddie. âMrs. Mabel⊠she⊠she â â
Eddie finished your sentence â âShe gave us a Christmas card. Sheâs not upset,â he smiled, leaning in once again, this time to press a kiss to your forehead.Â
He's wrong. You know it, but you don't have the will to fight it. So instead you rolled your eyes, sighing as you laid your head back down to your pillow.Â
âYouâre so annoying.â
âOh really?â Eddie teased, his mischievous tone contradicting the gentle way he pulled the blanket up for you, covering your shoulders and tucking it under your chin. âI donât recall me being annoying a few minutes ago?â He took a deep inhale. âEddie! Eddie! Eddie ââ he began to chant, voice pitched up mockingly, volume way too loud.Â
âShush,â you scolded him, jumping forward, fighting to free your arms from the blanket to smack both of your hands over his mouth. His voice vibrated behind your palms, and his laughter stuck to your skin as you forcibly shut him up.Â
Your neighbours clearly already knew his name, but if they didnât, they definitely do now.
thank you for reading! happy holidays <333333
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For anyone who has that 'one thing' that they think that needs to change about their body for them to be happy with it; yes, I'm looking at you, people who have more ass than anything else, people who have stick-thin legs supporting a round body, people who have wide hips but no chest volume.
I used to hate my breasts. I used to be ashamed of my breasts. They're big. They have been big ever since they started growing. And they hang. That's just the shape they are. They are soft and saggy, and really inconvenient at times.
And moreover, they are not at all what beautiful breasts are supposed to be. I think they're ugly. Like, truly. As in, I have thought about plastic surgery to 'fix' them ever since I was a teenager.
It's gotten better with time. It's gotten worse again when I was down. But still, I don't like them. But you know who does? The guy I'm friends-with-benefits with. He likes them a lot. And I feel better about them because of that. With him it was the first time ever I was completely comfortable with just hanging out topless.
So, what I want to say is this: Even the one thing about yourself you absolutely hate and deem ugly and grotesque, someone out there will absolutely love it. To the point that they can't keep their hands off of you. It surprised me, too, believe me. But your body is alright. It's doing a good job keeping your various organs in place, and guess what, I can guarantee you that someone will find it hot!
rhinoplasty this buccal fat removal that for godssake watch a film produced in a country that isnât the united states of america read a book read non-fiction learn to sew go to a pottery class go on a walk talk to old people look at medieval manuscripts do something interesting stop looking in the mirror so much someone will fuck you someone will love you and if not it doesnât even matter that much but do something you donât need botox you need to build muscle before youâre old and take care of your bones and take max 3 pictures of yourself per year
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If you are such a hore for charles rn, maybe we could get more sugar daddy charles? Maybe him punishing you for some reason?
you're spoiling me so badly right now PUHLEASE
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sugardaddy!charles had specifically told you to get back home at 8:00 because he was going to take you out for dinner. you should've known your friends had different plans for you, though. they knew about your arrangement with the older man, and they couldn't stop giggling. you had asked charles to buy you some expensive purses, and he was happy that you were asking him to indulge you so he bought them. only problem was that you had gotten them for your friends who kept pestering you in between classes for those items. every time youâd sneak a new gucci bag for your best friend, youâd grow more worried that charles would one day ask you where all the bags he bought for you were. his money was only for you, not for your friends.
you received a text from charles at 6:30, asking you to finish your last class and head over to his place so you could wear an elegant red dress he bought you, and the gucci bag. you freak out, turning to your friend and begging her to give the bag back just for tonight but she frowned, telling you the bag was all the way back at her house 500 miles from the university. you nearly fainted at her words. charles was going to punish you for this, you were sure of it. so, you decided to do what you always did - ignore his texts because truth be told, you did like the angry sex that followed - but it was better than him not gifting you anything if he found out youâd been giving them to your friends, little miss saint.
âwhereâs the bag?â was the first question charles asked you when you finally returned home, âi searched all over your closet, mon chĂ©rie, i cannot find any of your bags.â
you gulp, awkwardly laughing, âa-about that actuallyâŠâ
charles is laughing at the dinner table with some of his colleagues. he had been laughing this entire time, which you thought was a good sign but then again, he was never this cheerful. some of the people at the table stand up to grab some extra food, and you turn to face charles, leaning in to whisper into his ear,
"y-you're not mad at me?" you ask.
"mad? no," he responds, and you let out a sigh in relief, "no, i'm fuming, my love."
your jaw drops, and you feel him squeeze your thigh harshly, enough for it to hurt just a tiny bit. your eyes snap down to where his thumb is caressing the fat of your skin before he snickers under his breath, "my money is for your benefit. if i wanted to give money to your friends, i'd be a charity foundation, not your sugar daddy, is that clear?"
you nod your head, "i-i'm sorry, i kept trying to tell them no but they wouldn't listen! i would never try to go against you like that, you know-" your words are cut off as his fingers trail up your thigh, cupping your heat. you stiffen in your seat, making sure no one was looking to see what was happening under the table. charles' fingertips drag along your clothed cunt, and he smiles at the way you're squirming in your seat, begging him to stop, "no, not now. what if someone sees?"
"let everyone see how i use you, how you're mine and only mine. i must fuck you too hard because your brain just can't seem to understand it, hm? ma chérie, you're on the thinnest of ice as we speak right now. you're going to take my fingers for the rest of the night, and not a word out of you. not one sound." charles kisses your cheek, fingers pushing your panties to the side before collecting your arousal around your slick folds. you bite your tongue, trying not to whimper when his fingers push into your entrance, teasing you mercilessly. when the guests start coming back, you squish your thighs together as an effort to stop him but he glares at you, using his free hand to hold your thigh open as his fingers curl inside you.
"dinner's really good, right?" a woman asks you and you moan out loud,
"mhm, so good," you force a smile, narrowing your eyes at charles who's pumping his fingers faster inside you, a proud look on his face,
"my baby loves restaurants like this, i would take her to each one if she didn't want to waste my money so much," his eyes flicker at you, loving the way you're clearly struggling to hold it together. no noise, no sound, those words echo in your mind and you take massive bites of your food to occupy your mouth so you won't accidentally slip out another moan. thankfully, a performance in the background had just ended as the audience roars into applause, you let out a guttural moan that's disguised. you slump against your chair, chest heaving as charles pulls his fingers out and sucks your juices off, licking them clean before staring at you,
"if they ask, i'll tell them you're in the bathroom. they'll leave in a few minutes to the bar anyway," he instructs and you open your mouth to argue but he's quickly shoving you under the table. you want to use his money for your friends, wasting his time and energy to buy whatever you want? you can wait and do what he wants now, he doesn't care. he unbuckles his belt carefully, eyes flickering to his friends whose backs face him. they're too busy watching the singer on stage pour her heart out into a verse. he chuckles as he wraps the table's cloth around your face, only your mouth visible to him and he pulls out his throbbing member, shoving it down your throat without warning. your gags are silenced instantly and charles grips the back of your head, thrusting ruthlessly into your mouth as tears slip your eyes,
"you like it when i use you like this, right?" charles whispers, crouching down to make it look like he's on his phone, "fuck, using my money for your friends? how sweet, so sweet of you, mon chérie. so kind and helpful! i didn't know my little girl was this sweet to her friends at the expense of my money." he hisses, hands going under the table to yank your hair so that your mouth could open even wider for him. his balls slap against your chin, and he has to quiet his grunts as his thrusts become more erratic.
"fuck, i cannot wait to take you back home and fuck you properly. make sure you cannot walk for days so you won't come up with something stupid like this again." he scoffs, groaning under his breath as he shoots ropes of his cum down your throat. when he pulls out, he admires the sight of his cum dribbilng down your neck, dropping onto your full breasts that almost spill out of your dress.
"stay there for 5 minutes." charles says, "in the meantime, make yourself useful for me," and he sticks his thumb in your mouth, watching you suck diligently as he waits for his friends to leave.
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Iâve seen a lot of headcanons and fics where Viago disapproves of Rook getting together with Lucanis. And ones that focus on how an alliance with the De Rivas benefits House Dellamorte, which is definitely true, and i fucking love them, but consider Viago probably couldnât possibly ask for a better partner for Rook.
Though to be fair I am obsessed with Viago and his belief that he could restore the royal power of Treviso and that âHe will not be satisfied until he sits upon a throne.â
While as a talon, heâs definitely more powerful than the king, and he could probably easily overthrow his father and take the throne. But that's probably not his biggest issue, because as my old history teacher used to say, âPower cannot be created or destroyed, only transferredâ, so by restoring the power of the royal family, heâd be taking power away from the merchant princes and the other talons. Which, itâs probably safe to assume they wouldn't be happy aboutâ. (Also as a side note, the quote âItâs not paranoia if theyâre out to get youâ is applicable here. Viago is a man planning to make A Lot of enemies)
And remember, this man is still the 5th talon, and while heâs allied with Teia, sheâs also only the 7th talon. (Though they definitely should have gotten a promotion after the events of 8 little talons). So heâs not really in any position to actually make any power play, not unless he wants to piss off 6 of the other houses.Â
Thankfully, depending on the choices you make, by the end of Veilguard, heâs almost certainly up there among the most powerful people in Antiva, given that he was a key player in ending the occupation of a major city by the Antaam, not to mention the killing of a Literal Evil God. The only Antivans that could be more influential than him at this moment is Teia, who heâs dating and let's be honest, will eventually marry, Rook, whoâs his protege,Â
Among those people, Lucanis is probably the most politically powerful, given that heâs done everything Viago has, in addition to the fact that he actually killed a god, and is now The First Talon. While I feel that he would support Viago in the bid for the throne, heâs also the only one who Viago doesnât have any sort of formal alliance with. And considering Viagoâs general distrust towards basically everyone, he wouldnât place that much trust in the bonds of friendship, (especially if you believe that he thinks that Lucanisâs attempt at flirting was a threat).
But given the general political upheaval Antiva is probably already in right now, because Itâs highly doubtful that Governor Ivenci was the only guy to make deals with the Antaam or Venatori for power, thereâs no better time for Viago to make a play for power. With everything so recent it would be so easy for him to step forwards as a figure for people to rally behind, I mean he exposed corruption in the government, he freed Treviso, he trained a god killer, and heâs the son of the king. But If he waits, he kinda does risk somebody else stepping forth.
But after Ivenciâs attempt at getting rid of the crows and the whole Illario debacle, the other Talons would be very suspicious of anyone trying to take power, and while Viago is a Crow, heâs also an infamous curmudgeon who doesnât really get along with the others.Â
Luckily, Lucanis is head over heels for Rook, which cements an alliance with House Dellamorte. And well, thereâs quite a historical precedent, especially in Antiva, for alliances and weddings to go hand in hand. Not to mention the message it would send to the other talons for Viago to give away Rook, his protege for whom he has already demonstrated a soft spot for, to The First Talon, arguably The Face of the Crows. In addition, a grand high profile Wedding between two heroes who just saved the world, is the perfect thing for the general public to associate Viago with after everything.Â
I mean Iâm pretty sure he would still grumble about it and heâd definitely let Lucanis know that if he ever dared to hurt Rook, Lucanis would wish he was still trapped in the Ossuary. But once heâs certain that theyâre serious about each other, Teia and him would be the first people to start bugging them about marriage.
#dragon age the veilguard#veilguard#viago de riva#lucanis dragon age#lucanis dellamorte#dragon age lucanis#dragon age viago#lucanis#house de riva#antivan crows#crow rook#dragon age meta#dragon age rook#datv rook#rook de riva#rookanis#lucanis x rook#dragon age veilguard#datv#da veilguard#rook#rook dragon age#the antivan crows#veilguard spoilers#da: the veilguard#dragon age the veilgaurd spoilers#also for anyone who things teia wouldn't support him#teia rose her way up from nothing to become a Talon#the youngest talon in history#she's definitely ambitious enough to want to be queen
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Almost every week, for the last maybe 2-2 1/2 years or so, I (27) have been going out to different bars with the same group of people, all of whom are at least twice my age or more and I honestly couldnât recommend it more for younger people.
I mean to get the bad aspects out of the way upfront, I did (and sometimes still do) have a minor insecurity about being the âannoying child of someone in the group that everyone has to pretend to tolerateâ. My stepdad is the one who initiated the hangouts originally, and I initially was just tagging along for free food and booze. No oneâs ever done anything to make me feel that way mind you, they are always SUPER accommodating, almost too much sometimes. Sometimes theyâll straight up change topics if theyâve noticed I checked out because I wasnât interested in what they were talking about. Itâs just my own irrational insecurity that crops up from time to time. I also struggle sometimes with explaining this friendship to other people, often referring to them as âmy stepdadâs friendsïżœïżœïżœ even though weâve been out together so many times that I could and should very reasonably consider them my friends too. Again, this is a me thing, nothing against them.
We started out doing it with a purpose, we were doing bar trivia every week and having a blast. But over time, we grew kinda bored of the trivia, the format kinda changed, and it started pretty late into the evening, and we ultimately just realized that we actually were just cool hanging out and chatting without needing to have an excuse to be there.
But being the youngest among them, I just find them very interesting to talk to. Theyâre always talking about their jobs, the good, the bad, and the ugly of them all. Most of them are managers of several people, and theyâre the type of managers who care more about their employees than the businesses, so I always feel like Iâm hearing a fair assessment of whether an employee is being completely insane, or if the company is screwing them over somehow, or what not. And just how the working world works from their perspective. Not to mention how they got to where theyâre at. One went to college and has a masters, one went to college but dropped out and taught himself to code, another just worked his way up from the bottom to the top (yes, they all work in the tech industry lol).
This isnât even mentioning the fact that my grandfather is there with us as well, and heâs retired now but he had been an electrician for 60+ years prior, and being the oldest of our group, he has like a whole extra generationâs worth of experience to add to the mix too. Itâs really great because it kind of adds that extra layer that makes me feel more comfortable in the group (like yeah, Iâm the clueless youth compared to most of these guys, but theyâre all youths to him too).
I canât really explain it too well, but I feel like I just absorb life experience by hanging out with this group of people. Itâs not all just work talk either, they talk about their personal hobbies, trips theyâve been on or are going on, their kids, food, alcohol, sports, politics, lots of politics, social media nonsense, etc. No one ever gets worked up over things, even when talking politics.
TL;DR: I recommend befriending people much older than yourself. Itâs not creepy or weird, and you could learn a lot, even if you might not think so. Just sitting there and absorbing it all I think would benefit a lot of younger people.
I need you people to realize that you can be friends with people older than you. like, much older than you. like, decades older than you. you can be friends with these people. regular friends, just like anyone your age. it is possible.
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Solstice Special
(NSFW version)
Pairing: ACoTaR makes x Fem!Reader (separately)
Summary: A compilation of drabbles with a theme of Winter Solstice, just an excuse to write smut really.
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. pwp, cunninglus, breeding kink (cassian), humiliation kink (azriel), thigh riding, biting kink and mention of blood (Lucien), creampie, p in v, likely a lot of other nasty things.
7.9k words.
Rhys - Sauna
Rhysand had won the snowball fight. Naturally, this victory imbued him with a misplaced sense of entitlement for the rest of the day. He'd declared himself sovereign of all thingsâincluding the sauna. Alone.
His decree had prompted groans of protest from the other two winged males, both grumbling about "tradition" and "selfishness" as they trudged back toward the cabin through knee-deep snow. Rhys had merely smirked, unbothered, and turned to me with an outstretched hand.
"Come, darling," he'd said, his tone a silky promise I couldn't resist.
The air inside the sauna was thick and heady, filled with the tang of cedar and the deep, humid heat that wrapped around me like a second skin. Clad in nothing but a towel and a sheen of sweat, I reclined on one of the wooden benches, my head tipped back against the wall, eyes fluttered closed. Each breath filled my lungs with the intoxicating warmth, soothing every tense muscle as it seeped into my very bones.
Across from me, Rhys sat sprawled in his usual languid grace, his own towel draped low on his hips. The steam rose in lazy tendrils around him, blurring the sharp cut of his cheekbones and the wicked curve of his smirk as he watched me. Always watching.
"Comfortable?" he purred, his voice like velvet, dark and inviting.
I hummed in response, too relaxed to bother with words.
His chuckle rolled through the small space, low and decadent as if he'd already won some game I hadn't realized we were playing. "Good. Because I'm not sharing this saunaâor youâwith anyone else today."
The heat of the sauna was nothing compared to the heat in Rhysand's gaze. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel itâan unrelenting weight, heavy and deliberate as it traveled the length of my body.
"Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to say what's on your mind?" I murmured, my voice lazy, teasing.
A dark chuckle came in response, sending a ripple of awareness through me. "And ruin the view? Not a chance, darling."
I opened my eyes, the steam blurring his form for just a moment before my gaze sharpened on him. Rhys sat sprawled, his towel barely clinging to his hips, droplets of sweat tracing a maddening path down the carved planes of his chest. His wings were draped behind him, dark and sleek, adding to the languid power that radiated from him.
"Do you enjoy torturing yourself, or is this just for my benefit?" I asked, arching a brow as I stretched, the movement deliberately slow.
His smirk deepened, wicked and knowing. "Who says I'm the one being tortured?"
He moved then, fluid and precise, crossing the short distance between us in a single stride. His towel slipped just a fraction lower, and I swallowed hard, my resolve slipping as he knelt before me, his large hands bracketing my thighs. The warmth of his palms seared through the thin towel that clung to my body, his thumbs stroking soft circles against my bare skin.
"Careful," he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. "If you keep teasing me, I might decide to retaliate."
"Maybe I want you to," I whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.
His pupils flared, and the smirk faded, replaced by something darker, hungrier. "You shouldn't have said that, darling."
Before I could respond, his hands gripped my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the bench. His body pressed against mine, all heat and strength, as his mouth captured mine in a kiss that stole every ounce of air from my lungs. It wasn't soft or teasingâit was a claiming, pure and unrelenting.
I moaned against him, my hands finding his shoulders, digging into the slick heat of his skin as he devoured me. His tongue swept into my mouth, coaxing and demanding all at once, while his hands roamed, tugging the towel free from my body and leaving me bare beneath him.
The steam wrapped around us, a cocoon of heat and desire as Rhys pulled back just enough to gaze down at me. His eyes were molten, his breathing ragged. "You're beautiful," he murmured, the words reverent, though his hands betrayed the restraint in his voice as they gripped my hips. "And you're mine."
My response was a breathless gasp as he lowered his mouth to my neck, his teeth grazing over sensitive skin before soothing the bite with his tongue. His hands were everywhere, exploring, worshipping, as his kisses trailed lower, leaving a scorching path in their wake.
I arched into him, my body entirely at his mercy, and Rhys, ever the opportunist, took full advantage. His name fell from my lips like a prayer as he settled between my thighs, his touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.
"Relax, darling," he murmured, his voice thick with promise. "Let me take care of you."
Rhysand's words hung in the humid air, melting into the heat that already had me trembling beneath his touch. His handsâstrong, calloused, utterly sure of themselvesâcaressed the bare skin of my thighs, slowly coaxing them apart as he knelt fully between them. The smirk that played on his lips was as wicked as it was breathtaking, and when he glanced up at me, his violet eyes smoldered with unrelenting intensity.
"Beautiful," he murmured again, his voice a velvet rasp. His hands slid higher, thumbs stroking over sensitive skin, his touch both reverent and maddeningly teasing.
I let my head fall back, a shuddering exhale escaping me as I fought to keep from unraveling too soon. The combination of his gaze, his touch, and the heat of the sauna was overwhelming, a heady mixture that left me utterly at his mercy.
"You're too quiet, darling," Rhys teased, his voice laced with amusement and dark intent. "I want to hear you. Every gasp, every moan. Every single sound you make when I touch you."
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words never made it past my lips. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him, and then his mouth descendedâkisses and bites trailing down my abdomen, each one setting my nerves alight. When his lips finally found the apex of my thighs, I gasped, my hands flying to his dark, sweat-dampened hair.
"Rhysâ"
He hummed against me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. His tongue flicked out, teasing, testing before he gave me everything, his name falling from my lips like a chant. His grip on my hips tightened, holding me steady as he worked me over with infuriating precision like he was savoring every moment, every reaction.
The steam curled around us, the humid air thickening as my body tensed beneath his ministrations. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, and the groan that rumbled from him in response only spurred me closer to the edge.
"Good girl," he murmured against me, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction. "So perfect for me."
I could barely process his words, too consumed by the pleasure building inside me, the heat threatening to shatter me entirely. His name spilled from my lips again, broken and desperate, as he pushed me higher and higher, his tongue and fingers working in perfect, devastating harmony.
"Let go," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Give it to me."
And I did. The tension coiled within me snapped, pleasure crashing through me like a tidal wave. I cried out his name, my body trembling, my back arching as Rhys held me through every pulse, every wave, his mouth and hands relentless as he wrung every last bit of pleasure from me.
When I finally came down, gasping for breath, he pressed one last lingering kiss to my thigh before rising to his full height. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his lips curved in that familiar, wicked smile.
"Attagirl," he murmured, his voice rough and impossibly dark.
And then his hands were on me again, pulling me up against him, his towel dropping to the floor as he claimed my mouth with a ferocity that promised he wasn't nearly finished.
Az - Party
The River House was alive with celebration. Laughter echoed off the high ceilings, mingling with the cheerful notes of a string quartet in the corner. Snow swirled gently outside the windows, the night blanketed in frost and light.
I stood near the refreshments table, sipping a glass of wine, trying my best to focus on the festivities. My brother Cassian's booming laughter carried from somewhere in the room, no doubt entertaining a small crowd with one of his outlandish stories. Mor twirled a glass of mulled wine in hand, her golden gown catching the flicker of candlelight as she chatted with Elain and Feyre.
It was all so... warm. Inviting. But my attention kept drifting to the shadows pooling in the corner of the room. Or, more accurately, to him.
Azriel leaned against the far wall, nursing a glass of something amber-colored. He was dressed in all black, as usual, the tailored jacket and crisp shirt doing sinful things to his broad shoulders. His gaze, sharp and unreadable, was fixed firmly on me.
I knew that look.
I tried not to squirm under the weight of it, but my body betrayed me, heat prickling my skin. I sipped my wine and looked away, pretending to listen to Amren who was telling a story to others. My heart betrayed me too, thudding against my ribs.
A quiet voice, rough with amusement, broke through my thoughts. "You're terrible at pretending I'm not here."
I turned to find Azriel standing just behind me, his shadows coiling lazily around his shoulders. His dark eyes gleamed with a heat that made my breath hitch.
"Can you blame me?" I said softly, tilting my head in challenge. "You've been staring at me all night."
"Because you've been avoiding me all night," he replied, stepping closer.
I glanced around the room, acutely aware of how close he was. If Cassianâor anyoneâsaw us like this.
"We agreed to keep this quiet," I reminded him, though my voice lacked conviction.
Azriel smirked, his lips quirking in that infuriatingly attractive way that made my knees weak. "You're not making it easy."
"Not here," I ignore his words, my heart racing as his hand brushed against mine, hidden from view.
"Come with me then," he murmured, his voice low enough to send a shiver down my spine.
I barely had time to think before Azriel tightened his grip on my hand, guiding me out of the crowded room. We slipped through the hallways of the River House, the sound of the party fading with every step. My pulse quickenedânot from fear of being caught, but from the sheer intensity of his presence.
He stopped in a secluded alcove, moonlight streaming through a frosted window. The silver light cast shadows across his sharp cheekbones, and when he turned to face me, I couldn't look away.
"Az," I whispered, but whatever I meant to say dissolved when he stepped closer, caging me against the wall.
His hand came up, bracing against the wall beside my head. "Do you have any idea how hard it's been to stay away from you tonight?" His voice was rough, and low, sending a bolt of heat straight through me.
"I could say the same," I admitted, my voice soft but steady.
His eyes darkened, his free hand brushing my cheek. "Say the word, and I'll stop."
I didn't hesitate. "Don't."
His lips crashed against mine, and the world fell away.
Azriel kissed like a man starved. His lips were soft but demanding, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. I tangled my fingers in his hair, gasping as he deepened the kiss.
His tongue found its way into my mouth, pressing me harder into the wall behind me as he explored every inch of me. He couldn't get enough, his shadows were tightening around my thighs, swirling greedily below my dress, up my waist.
He kicked my legs apart, and then his knee was pressed to my pulsing heat and there was nothing I could do then except moan his name and I was grateful for the music playing in the other room otherwise I surely would've been heard.
"As much as I love to hear you moaning my name, I need you to stay quiet," He breathed into my open mouth. "Can you do that for me, love?" He tilted his head slightly.
I nod shakily. "Mm," I whimper.
He flashed a wolfish grin. "That's my girl," He praises, then dips down to put his lips on my neck.
He lifted me effortlessly, positioning me to settle on his thigh, straddling it as his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear.
"Someone's going to catch us," I managed to say, though I didn't sound the least bit convincing.
"Let them." His voice was a growl, his shadows curling around us like a protective cocoon. "Or maybe I'll just make you beg me to stop."
"Not a chance," I shot back, pulling him closer.
His hands tightened on my hips, and when he guided me to grind down, I couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped. Azriel swallowed the sound with a kiss, his lips, and hands leaving me utterly undone.
His hands gripped my hips with bruising strength, steadying me as I rocked against him. His thigh, solid and unyielding, pressed into the place where I ached most, sending sparks of pleasure curling through me. But it wasn't enoughânot yet.
"That's it," Azriel murmured, his voice a low rasp against my ear. "Getting off on my thigh. Such a needy girl."
Heat flared across my cheeks, humiliation sinking deep, but it didn't stop me. I couldn't stop. I rolled my hips again, chasing the friction I so desperately craved.
Azriel's hands slid up, one brushing the bare skin of my thigh beneath my dress, the other reaching to tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear. The gesture was almost tender, a stark contrast to his taunting words.
"Look at you," he continued, his tone darkly amused. "So desperate for it. You'd let anyone walk in right now and see, wouldn't you?"
"No," I gasped, shaking my head, though my body betrayed me, grinding harder against him.
"No?" he echoed, his lips brushing my jaw. "You sure about that, love? Because you haven't stopped." His teeth grazed my earlobe, a sharp nip that made me shudder.
I buried my face in his neck, trying to hide from the weight of his gaze, but he wouldn't allow it.
"Uh-uh," he growled, one hand gripping my chin and tilting my face back up to him. "Eyes on me. I want to see how much you need this."
A whimper escaped my lips, and he chuckled darkly, his thumb brushing over my flushed cheek. "That's my good girl," he praised, dragging the words out slowly, savoring each one.
The praise, the shame, the molten heat pooling low in my bellyâit all coalesced into something heady and all-consuming. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I tried to grind faster, harder, desperate to push myself over the edge.
But Azriel had other plans. His grip tightened on my hips, forcing me to slow.
"Not yet," he murmured, his voice a silken command. "You don't come until I say you can."
I let out a frustrated cry, my forehead dropping against his chest. "Azriel," I pleaded, my voice breathless, needy.
He hummed in mock sympathy, the sound vibrating through his chest. "What's the matter, love? You were doing so well." His thigh flexed beneath me, sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. "Don't tell me you're already close. From just this?"
My face burned, the humiliation sharp and thrilling. I refused to answer, but my silence only made him laugh softly, his shadows curling tighter around us.
"That's what I thought," he said, his tone laced with smug satisfaction. "So desperate. So pretty when you're like this."
"Please," I whispered, the word tumbling from my lips before I could stop it.
His eyes darkened, his smirk growing. "Please, what?"
I hesitated, the words catching in my throat.
"Say it," he urged, his voice dropping to a low, commanding growl. "Tell me what you want, love. Beg for it."
"Please, Az," I whispered again, my voice trembling. "I needâ"
"You need what?" he interrupted, making me fumble for words further. His shadows brushed over my legs, teasing the sensitive skin there. "Say it."
"I need to come," I finally admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush.
He let out a low hum, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "That's better."
A soft whine escaped me as he guided my hips again but did not tell me I could allow that sweet release to flood me, slow and deliberate, dragging out every second. My thighs burned with effort, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"That's it," Azriel murmured, his lips ghosting over my ear. "Keep going. Show me how much you want it."
I rolled my hips again, the friction unbearable, every movement sending me spiraling closer to the edge. But he wouldn't let me fall, his hands controlling every moment, every sensation.
"Good girl," he said, his voice velvet-soft. "You're so close, aren't you?"
"Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Azrielâ"
"Not yet," he said again, his smirk widening. "Just a little longer, love. I had to wait all night, it's only fair."
Tears pricked my eyes from the effort of holding back, my body taut with need. "Azriel, please," I begged, my voice cracking.
He smiled at the sound, lips finding their place on my neck, sucking and licking where he knew was my most sensitive spot. I whimpered his name, needy and desperate, clawing down his back, bucking my hips against his flexing thigh pathetically, trying to keep the friction while simultaneously holding it at bay.
"Azriel," I cried. "Please, I'll beg? Is that what you want?" I mumbled, teary-eyed, staring up at him through my lashes.
A soft smile cracked his lips, and then he finally relented, his hand sliding beneath my dress to grip my bare thigh. "That's okay love," he murmured, his lips brushing mine. "Let go for me."
I shattered. The release hit me like a tidal wave, pleasure rippling through every nerve as my body tensed, and then melted against him. His name fell from my lips in a broken cry, muffled as he captured my mouth in a searing kiss.
When I finally stilled, trembling in his arms, he pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm against my skin.
"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with something softer now, more tender.
I smiled weakly, my heart still racing. "You're insufferable."
His laugh was low and quiet, his shadows brushing over my skin in a gentle caress. "And yet, you love me."
I rolled my eyes but didn't argue.
As footsteps echoed faintly down the hallway, Azriel set me back on my feet, smoothing out my dress with careful hands.
I wobbled slightly on my feet, catching my balance despite the ache in my shaky legs.
"You should go back first," he said, his lips quirking into a small smile. "Before someone notices you're missing."
"And what about you?"
He leaned in, pressing a loving kiss to my temple. "I'll go in a few minutes after you, don't want to raise awareness." He smiled crookedly. "And mask your smell," He advises.
I flush deeply, but do as he says, before leaving him in the hall. Looking back only once to see the dark promise in his eyes. Next time it wasn't only going to be his thigh.
Cassian - Unwrap
Cassian toyed with the tassel on my silk robe as I lounged on our bed, my head resting comfortably in his lap while I read. His calloused hand had been stroking lazy patterns along my side, his touch so soothing it made it hard to focus on the words in my book. But then, the silk tassel caught his attention, his fingers snagging the string and giving it a gentle tug.
"You know," he said, his voice low and casualâtoo casual, which I knew meant trouble. "I never did get a Solstice present from you."
I looked up at him, meeting his hazel gaze. Mischief danced in his eyes, that boyish grin tugging at his lips. Closing my book with a soft thud, I sat up, brushing my hair over my shoulder. "I am your present," I said with a playful smile.
His grin widened, his head tilting in that teasing, infuriating way that made me want to kiss him senselessâand smack himâat the same time. "C'mon, you can't be that lazy."
My lips twitched as I fought a grin, deciding then and there to wipe that smug expression off his face. Without a word, I swung one leg over his lap, settling myself atop him. His large hands instinctively landed on my hips, his thumbs brushing against the silk of my robe.
"No, Cass," I said, leaning closer until my lips ghosted over his. "I am your present."
I watched the shift in his expression as the words sank in, his teasing smirk giving way to something darker, hungrier. Slowly, I dragged my fingers up the column of his neck, tracing the edge of his jaw before guiding one of his hands to the tie of my robe. His breath hitched as he pulled at the silk, the knot unraveling easily under his practiced fingers.
The gray robe slipped open, revealing delicate lace that clung to my skinâa new set of lingerie he'd never seen before. It was a deep, rich red, the exact shade of his siphons, a color I knew drove the possessive side of him wild.
"Oh, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice thick as his eyes roamed over me. His pupils darkened, swallowing the hazel of his irises. I let the robe fall from my shoulders entirely, the fabric pooling around my waist as I leaned back slightly, giving him an unimpeded view.
His gaze devoured me, his hands tightening on my hips as though he needed to anchor himself. "You been hiding this from me all day?" he murmured, his voice strained with the effort it took to hold himself back.
"Maybe," I teased, my fingers weaving into his dark hair, tugging lightly as I leaned down to whisper against his ear, "Go on, Cass. Unwrap your gift."
Cassian didn't need to be told twice. His hands were already moving, sliding up my sides, the heat of his touch searing through the lace as he explored every inch of me. His lips found the sensitive spot at my neck, just beneath my ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my skin that made my breath hitch.
"Whatever you want," I sigh softly. "You can do whatever you want to me." I run a hand through his dark hair.
Cassian let out a deep, guttural growl at my words, his lips pausing against the tender skin of my neck. "Don't say things like that unless you mean them, sweetheart," he warned, his voice dark and hoarse, the edge of restraint barely clinging to it.
I arched against him, my fingers threading deeper into his hair. "I mean every word, Cass," I whispered, my voice breathy as I rolled my hips, feeling him hard and ready against me. "You know I do."
His control snapped. One large hand slid up to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place as his mouth captured mine in a kiss that was wild and consuming. His other hand skimmed down my body, calloused fingers tracing over the lace that clung to my skin. The roughness of his touch was a delicious contrast to the soft fabric, and I moaned into his mouth, my body already strung tight with anticipation.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. His fingers slipped under the band of my panties, tearing them off with one swift motion and tossing the ruined lace to the floor. This is what he enjoyed, what I knew he enjoyed. To ravage and take what belonged to him.
I gasped as the cool air hit my heated skin, but Cassian didn't give me time to recover. His lips left mine, trailing down my throat, over the swell of my breasts, before pausing to take one taut peak into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, his teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
"Cassian," I breathed, my nails digging into his shoulders as his hand slid lower, his fingers dipping between my thighs. He groaned as he found me slick and ready for him, his touch slow and deliberate as he explored every inch of me.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he muttered, his lips moving back up, kissing and nipping a path to my collarbone. As he did so he aligned the leaking head of his cock up with my wet entrance, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. The intensity of his gaze stole my breath, his hazel eyes dark with hunger.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he said, his voice rough and commanding.
"You," I managed, my voice trembling. "I want you, Cass. Please."
His mouth curved into a wicked smile against my skin. "Good girl."
He pushed into me slowly, stretching me in a way that made my head fall back, a moan escaping my lips. Cassian groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he sank into me fully, his forehead dropping to rest against mine.
"You feel so fucking good," he rasped, his breath coming in ragged pants as he began to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that had me seeing stars all over again.
The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasureâmoans, gasps, the slap of skin against skin. Cassian's name fell from my lips like a prayer, his own curses and praises spilling into the air as he drove us both closer to the edge.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough as his hand gripped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.
My eyes locked with his, and the intensity of his expressionâpossessive, reverent, utterly consumed. "Whatever I want, right?"
I nod shakily, nails digging into his skin.
He smiles, the sight sinful, eyes blown with just. "Good, I'm g'na come inside you," He purred just below my ear. "You stopped takin' that birth tonic a few weeks ago, yeah?" He asks and I nod again, heat blooming across my face.
"Sweet girl," He coos. "I'm g'na stuff you full, get you pregnant," He rasped huskily. My cunt pulsed with the promise, dripping on his cock as a natural lubricant. "You like that, don't you? Squeezin' me so tight," He muttered, voice hitching as I clenched around him eagerly.
"Yes, yes, please. Fill me up."
Cassian's sinful smile only deepened, his breath hot against my ear as he thrust into me with a new intensity. The bed creaked beneath us, his hips snapping forward in a way that had me crying out his name.
"Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his voice low and gravelly. His lips brushed over the shell of my ear, his words punctuated by the rhythmic slap of his body against mine. "Gonna fill you so full, sweetheart. Make you mine in every way."
I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach, the way my body responded to his every word, his every touch. "Cass," I gasped, my nails raking down his broad back as he pinned me beneath him, a knot already forming. "Please."
"Please what?" he murmured, his forehead dropping to rest against mine as his thrusts grew harder, deeper.
"Please," My voice failed me, words coming out in a pitiful whimper. "More."
"Yeah? Begging for more?" He smiled, leaning down and capturing my needy noises with his mouth, his tongue already finding its way inside, exploring every inch of me.
He pulled away after a moment, sensing I needed to breathe. "You're taking me so well, squeezing me so tight. You were made for me, weren't you?"
"Yes," I cried, the overwhelming pleasure forcing my back to arch off the mattress. "Only for you, Cassian."
His groan was pure sin, his pace relentless as his hand slid down my body, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs. The added stimulation sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My vision blurred as I clenched around him, my cries filling the room as my body trembled beneath his.
"That's my girl," Cassian growled, his voice thick with pride and possession. He didn't stop, his hips driving into me with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. "You're so perfect like this. Wrecked for me."
I felt him twitch inside me, the telltale sign that he was close. His thrusts became erratic, his breathing ragged as he buried himself deep, groaning my name like a prayer.
"Gonna give you all of it," he rasped, his voice strained as his release hit him, hot and thick, filling me completely. "Gonna make sure it takes." He grunted, fucking it deep into me, his tip brushing against my cervix.
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, the idea of him claiming me in such an intimate way only adding to the bliss coursing through my body. Cassian made no move of pulling out, seeming content to keep his seed deep inside of me.
"You're mine," he murmured, his lips brushing over my temple as he held me close. "Always."
I smiled, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. "Always," I echoed, content to let the world fall away as I stayed wrapped in his arms, knowing the night was far from over.
Lucien - Stockings
Lucien had stripped me down to my socks. Literally. The delicate thigh-high stockings I wore remained on as I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. His clothed cock was hard, the heat of him brushing against my soaked, bare folds in a tormenting tease. I whined pitifully, bucking my hips in desperation for more. For him.
"Patience, fawn," he chided, a wicked grin tugging at his lips as his warm, calloused hands pinned my hips down to the bed. His amber eye glinted in the candlelight, a smoldering ember against his freckled skin. The other, his metal eye, whirred faintly, locking onto every twitch of my body, every subtle plea I made for him.
"Lucien," I whimpered, voice breathless, needy. My head fell back into the plush pillows as his mouth began its sinful descent, trailing slow, heated kisses down the curve of my neck. His lips were deliberate, slow, savoring every inch of skin as though he had all the time in the world to ruin me.
"You're gorgeous like this," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick and dripping with lust. "All laid out for me, helpless, begging." One of his hands slipped from my hip to glide along the underside of my thigh, his thumb brushing over the lace bow at the top of my stocking. His touch was reverent as if worshiping me were second nature.
When he'd first seen me in these stockings, I barely managed to speak before he had me bare beneath him, as if the mere sight of me was enough to drive him feral. Now, as his mouth moved lower, his teeth grazed the swell of my breast. His tongue flicked over a hardened nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.
"Lucien," I cried, arching into him as he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth. His tongue swirled in tight, maddening circles, leaving me trembling beneath him. He released me with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to my skin as he continued his journey downward.
He gathered my thighs like I was melting in his hands, draping them over his broad, muscular shoulders. His head dipped, fiery hair spilling across my skin as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the delicate flesh of my inner thighs. I felt his teeth tugging at the top of one stocking, pulling it down in slow, deliberate movements until it was folded in the crease of my knee.
"You drive me mad," he growled, his voice rough, raw with hunger. "Your body, your taste." He kissed closer, dangerously close to where I wanted him most. I was quivering beneath him, my body a live wire, every nerve ending alight as he teased me mercilessly.
And then he bit.
Sharp canines sank into the tender flesh of my inner thigh. Pain and pleasure collided, white-hot and electric, and I screamed, my back arching off the bed. My hands shot to his hair, tangling in the silken strands, pulling as I cried out his name. "Lucien." The sound was a broken plea, my brows creasing as I felt warm liquid trickle down my thigh.
He groaned at the taste, his tongue swiping over the wound to catch every drop. The flat of his tongue soothed the sting, leaving me trembling in his hold. Deep enough to scar, a mark of him burned into my flesh. A claim. The thought alone had me clenching around nothing, my eyes fluttering shut as heat coiled low in my belly.
"You're mine," he rumbled, his lips brushing the fresh mark. "No one will ever touch you like this, and if they do..." He smirked. "They'll see this mark, mine."
And then his mouth descended to where I needed him most.
The first drag of his tongue along my slick heat was devastating. I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair as he licked into me, slow and deliberate, savoring every taste. His nose nudged against my sensitive clit, drawing another desperate moan from my lips.
"Lucien," I whimpered, my thighs trembling on his shoulders. He growled against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure rippling through my body.
"You're so sweet, fawn," he murmured, his voice muffled by the slick heat of me. "Every part of you, perfect."
He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer as his tongue worked me over with an intensity that left me breathless. Every stroke, every swirl, every scrape of his teeth against my swollen clit unraveled me further. He feasted on me like a man starved, drinking in every sound I made, every shiver of my body beneath him.
Lucien's name spilled from my lips like a prayer, over and over, each syllable broken by gasps and whimpers. My body was no longer my own; it was his, entirely, completely. He had me unraveling, falling apart with every skilled flick of his tongue and every deep, guttural growl rumbling through him as he consumed me.
"Such a pretty girl, being so loud for me," He purrs against my heat.
I shuddered at his words, my fingers clawing at the sheets, at his hair, at anything that could anchor me as he drew me higher and higher. His teeth grazed my clit, a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain that had me crying out, my hips bucking against his face. He laughed softly, the sound smug and intoxicating.
"You're close, aren't you?" he teased, the heat of his breath fanning against my slick core. "I can feel you trembling for me, fawn. Feel how badly your body wants to give in."
"Yes," I gasped, barely able to form the word. "Lucien, please."
"Please, what?" His tone was all wicked amusement as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive bundle of nerves, so light it was almost maddening. "Use your words."
I whimpered, my thighs quivering as he kissed me again, harder this time, his tongue swirling around the swollen bud. "Please make me come," I begged, my voice desperate, raw. "Lucien, pleaseâ"
He didn't make me wait. With one last growl, he sucked hard, his tongue relentless as he pushed me over the edge. My climax hit me like a storm, violent and all-consuming, every nerve in my body alight with fire. I cried out his name, the sound echoing in the room as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me shaking and boneless beneath him.
Lucien didn't stop, didn't let up as he worked me through every pulse, every aftershock. Only when I was a trembling mess did he finally pull away, his lips glistening with my release, his amber eye blazing with pride and hunger. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking as he crawled up my body.
"You're beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low, reverent, as he cupped my flushed cheek. "Ruined for anyone else."
I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt the heavy press of his cock against my entrance. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his as he leaned down to kiss me, slow and deep, letting me taste myself on his lips.
"Lucien," I whispered against his mouth, the word half a plea, half a surrender.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his metal eye whirring softly as he studied my face. "Say it, fawn," he said, his voice a rough rasp. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I breathed, the truth of it settling deep in my chest. "Only yours."
His lips curved into a feral grin, satisfaction and possession flickering across his features. "Good girl."
And then he pushed into me, slow and unyielding, stretching me inch by inch until I was utterly filled, utterly his.
Eris - Cold
"You're so warm," I sigh contentedly, nuzzling into my mate's neck. The blizzard that swept through Autumn had knocked out the house's heating system days ago, leaving the usually cozy manor cloaked in an unfamiliar chill.
I wasn't used to the cold, not while hailing from the Summer Court, where warmth was as constant as the tide. Last night, I'd curled up by the hearth, shivering until Eris found me, gently scolding me for not coming to bed. Part of me suspected he could've fixed the heating system with a flick of his wrist, yet he hadn't. He wanted me close, pressed against him, and I couldn't deny him.
Now, wrapped in his arms, my thin nightgown felt like a poor barrier against the fire that pulsed through his veins. His shirtless torso radiated the kind of heat I craved, but even that wasn't enough. Not for the bone-deep chill that still lingered. Not for the ache I felt blooming low in my stomach. I needed that warmth to be a part of me, inside of me.
I burrowed closer, letting out a soft sigh. "Eris," I breathed, tightening my hold around his chest.
He hummed, half awake, his chin resting atop my head. His voice was rough with sleep when he murmured, "Hmm?"
"I'm still cold," I huffed, a pout tugging at my lips.
He shifted slightly, his fingers trailing lazy patterns down my back. "Well, we can't really get much closer," he mumbled.
A flicker of frustration bubbled in my chest. "Can you..." I hesitated, unsure how to ask for what I wanted. My cheeks burned as I clung to him, the words caught in my throat.
"If you want me to fuck you, just say so, my love," he said bluntly, his tone a soft, teasing drawl that sent heat rushing to my face.
I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, my breath hitching as his amber eyes glinted with unspoken promises. Lifting slightly, I pressed my lips to his, the kiss tender yet brimming with unspoken need. Warmth bloomed in my cheeks as his hands moved to my waist, guiding me onto his lap.
I straddled him, my knees bracketing his hips as he pulled me closer, his heat seeping into my skin. His lips left mine to trail desperate, frantic kisses down my jaw, and I let out a soft whimper at the sensation.
"I want you to fuck me," I confessed, my voice trembling with need.
His groan was low and guttural, vibrating through his chest. "That wasn't so hard, was it sweetheart?"
Eris's hands slid up my thighs, gathering the fabric of my nightgown until it bunched around my hips. His touch was fire itself, scorching in its intensity as he ran his fingers over my bare skin. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the delicious contrast of heat and chill that had my body alight.
"You're freezing," he murmured, his brows furrowing as his hands moved to grip my hips. "Let's warm you up, yeah?"
Before I could answer, his lips captured mine again, more demanding this time. His tongue swept into my mouth, coaxing soft moans from me as he rolled his hips against mine. The friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me, but it wasn't enough. I needed more.
"Eris," I gasped, breaking the kiss to look at him. "Please."
His lips curved into a wicked smile. "Patience, my love," he purred, his hands sliding to cup my ass as he pulled me flush against him. "I'm going to warm every inch of you."
I let out a breathless laugh. "You're taking too long."
He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Is that so?"
Before I could respond, one of his hands dipped between us, his fingers brushing over my soaked core. I let out a strangled gasp, my head falling back as he teased me through the thin fabric of my panties.
"Already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with pride and desire. "So desperate."
I bit my lip, grinding against his hand in search of more friction. "Eris," I whined, my voice breaking as his fingers pushed the fabric aside. "Need more."
He pulled his fingers from me, and I let out a noise of protest, but it quickly turned into a gasp as he flipped us effortlessly. I was on my back now, with him looming over me, his firey hair tousled and his eyes blazing with heat.
"You'll have me, love," he promised, his voice thick with need. "Every inch of me."
Eris shifted, freeing himself from the confines of his pants. My eyes dropped to him, my breath catching at the sight of his length, hard and ready for me. He smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction, before leaning down to capture my lips again.
His body pressed against mine, his heat wrapping around me like a cocoon. As he positioned himself at my entrance, I braced myself, my body already trembling with anticipation.
"Such a needy girl," He tuts beside my ear, kissing my jaw. "You need this so bad, huh?" he whispered, his voice a molten caress.
"Yes, yes Eris," I breathe, and his smile against my skin makes my stomach churn.
And without another word, he thrust into me, filling me completely until I was engulfed in the flames of our desire.
Eris groaned low in his throat as he sank fully into me, his warmth spreading through every inch of my body. My breath hitched, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to the fullness. His lips brushed against my jawline, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
"You take me so well," he murmured, his voice rough, a low rumble of molten heat that seemed to pool low in my stomach. "So perfect for me."
I moaned softly, rolling my hips to encourage him to move. He didn't make me wait long. His first thrust was slow and deliberate, dragging against every sensitive part of me, and I cried out, arching beneath him.
"That's it, my love," he groaned, his hand slipping beneath my thigh to hitch it higher around his waist. His fiery magic flared where his skin met mine, a warm pulse that sent shivers racing through me despite the heat.
But Eris wasn't satisfied with just that. A faint glow sparked at his fingertips, and the fire coiled around my leg, pinning it higher against his side. The sensation was incredibleâhot but never painful, as if his flame had become an extension of him. The warmth radiated through me, loosening every muscle, chasing away the last vestiges of the chill that had settled in my bones.
"Can you feel it?" he rasped, his thrusts deep and unrelenting now, filling me over and over with a pace that left me gasping. "You feel me fucking the heat back into you, baby?"
"Yes," I whimpered, my hands clawing at his back, desperate to anchor myself as the pleasure built, as his fire seemed to seep deeper, consuming me whole.
The glow of his magic reflected in his amber eyes, which burned with a feral intensity. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin as his lips claimed mine again. The kiss was searing, just like the rest of him, leaving me breathless.
"You're mine," he growled against my lips, his voice deep and possessive. "All mine."
"I'm yours," I gasped, my voice trembling with the force of my desire. "All yours, Eris."
The way his body tensed told me he was close, and I was right there with him, the pleasure coiling tighter with each thrust, each pulse of heat that spread from his magic.
"Come for me, love," he demanded, his hand slipping between us to find that sensitive bundle of nerves. His touch sent me hurtling over the edge, and I cried out his name as the release shattered through me. My body tightened around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.
His rhythm faltered as he followed, his fire flaring bright as he spilled inside me. The heat was intoxicating, a rush that spread through my entire body, filling me with a warmth so profound it felt like I might melt. He buried his face in my neck, his breaths heavy and uneven as he rode out his climax.
When he finally stilled, the only sound in the room was the mingling of our ragged breaths. He pressed a lingering kiss to my collarbone, his hands stroking soothing patterns over my sides.
"Warm enough now?" he murmured, a teasing lilt in his voice.
I let out a breathless laugh, still basking in the afterglow. "More than enough."
Eris chuckled, the sound low and satisfied, as he pulled from meâand I immediately missed the warmth, watching as he propped himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His amber eyes still glowed faintly with the remnants of his magic.
"Autumn males really do have fire in their veins," I murmured, my voice soft, I reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, swiping my thumb over the teasing smirk forming on his lips.
"That we do, my love," he said, leaning down to kiss me again. "And it's all yours."
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The Ore Snatcher's Identity
So I watched the trial of Mumbo Vs XbCrafted (aka Mumbo Vs Hermitcraft) and it was amazing. So many jokes. So much laughs. XbCrafted having pay Scar, Mumbo being stuck for everyoneâs butler for two weeks meanwhile most of Hermitcraft is on break due to the Holidays, and Doc being sent back to Sky prison because he was asking about the Ore Snatcher again. It was amazing. I watched Mumboâs perspective then Scarâs. Scarâs perspective of the trail is on his Vodâs Channel for whatever reason in case you were curious. Link to Scarâs Video is the rarer of the two. Link: Mumbo vs XBCrafted: I'm The Lawyer â A Hermitcraft Season 10 Special!
However, I want to analyze one thing that happened during the trail. While Cub was being a witness for Scar, during his cross examination, Doc derailed the trail to try and get Cub to confess under oath whether he is the ore snatcher or not. Cub said he wasnât the Ore Snatcher, but he does know who the Ore Snatcher really is and that the Ore Snatcher is in the courthouse.
Now before we analyze this info thereâs two things I want to discuss. One, there is no reason for us to assume that Cub is lying about knowing who the Ore Snatcher is. Itâs pretty clear that he does know who the Ore Snatcher is and it wouldnât benefit him to lie about this detail. Secondly, thereâs reason to think Cub is lying to Doc when he said he isnât the Ore Snatcher. After all, Cub did the very same thing when Grian asked him if he was the Jingler back during season 6. However, we donât have definitive proof that Cub is lying to Doc. Cub is very sneaky and there could be a sneaky third option where he isnât the Ore Snatcher so he isnât lying to Doc but he is helping the Ore Snatcher get through Docâs security. It seems very Cub of him to be like that. However, we donât know for sure if Cub is lying to Doc or not if he truly is the Ore Snatcher or not, so itâs up in air. Cub could be ore snatcher and lied under oath, or he didnât. Iâm not ruling him out of the suspect range just yet. I want to wait until we know definitively who the Ore Snatcher is.
Anyway, on to the subject of this post. Now I will be using this link for my research and theorizing. Link to the reddit which is a compliation of all the data on the Ore Snatcher. Thank you Reddit for a change. Ore Snatcher main theories and research : r/HermitCraft Out of the people in the court, who is the most likely to be the Ore Snatcher. First things first, we need to know, who is in the Court? Well, it was Vintage Beef, iJevin, Bdubs, Doc, Cub, XbCrafted, JoeHills, SmallishBeans (aka Joel), Rendog, ZombieCleo, FalseSymmetry, Scar, and Mumbo. Now letâs examine who is the most likely to be the Ore Snatcher.
Doc is an easy elimination because why would Doc do this to himself? It makes no sense and itâs clear Doc is under destress because of the Ore Snatcher. The man is dooming himself to Sky prison because he is that obsessed with catching the man or woman. Itâs clear that Doc is not the Ore Snatcher. Itâs also not Docâs wife since sheâs not at the Court.
The next least likely to be the Ore Snatcher that isnât Doc himself is Mr. Smallishbeans himself. Look, while Joel is a prankster and loves to mess with people, the man is not sneaky in the slightest and is bad with red stone. Have you seen Joelâs traps? They suck. The man also doesnât want to make enemies during season ten because this is the guyâs first season. Itâs why he hasnât stolen from his neighbors or played that many pranks. Heâs also really, really busy gathering resources for his mega builds because his shops suck. Sure, Joelâs diamond poor but the man felt guilty for getting the Diamond Ores from the Snails once he learned they were Scarâs Ores. Joel is not the Ore Snatcher.
The next man I want to eliminate is Mumbo. There are a lot of reasons that Mumbo isnât the ore snatcher. He views Redstone as sacred, fears Doc, has been busy making his town then mega factory or has been on holiday, and he is not dexterous enough to escape the Warden. The only time he went against Doc was when he was a Buttercup, and it was only because he was with Grian and Scar. Besides, it was their fault to begin with, he was just their neighbor and was stuck in the crossfire.
Next is ZombieCleo. While she does like to mess with Doc and isnât scared of him, she would be all up in his face about the fact that he lost his ores. She also wouldnât let this game play out for so long, especially after she already lost her pig because the man accused her of being the ore snatcher and would have stopped once her friend Joe was covered in water. Iâm 99% sure she was the imposter Ore Snatcher who gave Doc all his ores back. She was probably sick of the Ore Snatcherâs games and tried to calm Doc down. She may be a gas lighter, but she knows when enough is enough.
Next to eliminate is Rendog. Look the man loves his husband and while he does like to mess with people itâs usually people who arenât Doc and even his pranks on Doc are pretty light heart. Ren wouldnât hurt Doc like this. Look the man tried to sway Martyn from being evil and Ren is only okay at Redstone, he wouldnât be able to get around Docâs security even after Doc explained it to him. Itâs not Ren.
Next to eliminate is Bdubs. While the guy likes to prank people and it would make an interesting court drama, itâs clear that Bdubs is sick of the Ore Snatcher and Doc bringing him up all the time. Itâs why Doc was sentenced to Sky prison again for bringing up the ore snatcher. Bdubs doesnât have the patience to keep the mystery of the Ore snatcher up. Also Bdubs is bad at being sneaky and is only kind of okay at redstone, like heâs at beginnerâs level redstone, the man would not be able to disable Docâs redstone and his friends who do know redstone are all busy.
Next is Vintage Beef, while the guy is pretty sneaky and has a rivalry with Doc due to Big Salmon, however, itâs because he and Doc have this big rivalry with Doc thanks to Big Salmon it makes him too easy of a target for Docâs wrath. Also, the prank uses the Glitcher$ as the identity of the Ore Snatcherâs group instead of Big Salmon. Not to mention, Beef has been too busy being a dad, and according to other people, itâs not the guyâs style of pranks. Itâs safe to say that Beef isnât the Ore Snatcher.
Next one I want to eliminate is XbCrafted, while the man is sneaky and does like to have misfit, the man would not let this go on for this long without revealing himself as the ore snatcher, especially after Joe got flooded. (Sorry this is short, I donât know Xb that well.) (UPDATE: Xbcrafted confirmed on twitter that he isn't the Ore Snatcher. Link to Post: xBCrafted on X: "I have not in the past, nor will I in the future, snatch ore. Yall know me better than that. My fear of being an inconvenience to anyone other than Keralis or Hypno wouldn't allow it." / X) (So yeah, my theory that Xb isn't the Ore Snatcher is correct. Go me.)
Next I want to eliminate is Joe, like the man is an enigma and Doc like to blame every weird thing on Joe but the man streams everything he does and whenever heâs not streaming heâs making videos. Also, heâs way too busy with everything. He would also not keep stealing Docâs ores after Doc flooded his home. Now some people say âbut what the cobblestone he had in inventory after Doc killed him?â. Well, there are a lot of reasons he could have it without him being the ore snatcher. One of them could be because he was connecting his lawyer and bookshop to the courthouse road thatâs what the road to the courthouse is made of.
Now there are four characters left. FalseSymmetry, iJevin, Cub and Scar. These are the guys I say are the most likely to be the Ore Snatcher.
Of the four, I feel like Jevin is the least likely to be the ore snatcher. However, I am unconfident in this saying because I donât watch Jevinâs work. Iâm only because other people in the community say the scale isnât big enough for Jevinâs taste, but since I donât watch Jevin so itâs still possible that Jevin is the Ore Snatcher. If someone who watchâs Jevin more often has a better defense for Jevin, please let people know since heâs still a possible suspect.
Now we have Scar, Cub, and False, and I bet I got a few people confused. After all, why havenât I eliminated Scar? After all, there are a number of reasons to say Scarâs not the Ore Snatcher. Scar said he was done poking the Goat thanks to season 9, Scar is bad at redstone. Scar is clumsy, and Scar canât hold a secret. Well⊠yes, Scar is all of these things. Thereâs a good reason for Doc letting go of his suspicion of Scar, but I want to give Scarâs his flowers because heâs a lot smarter than other people think he is.
Why do I think this? Well, because Scar won Secret Life. Scar managed to get the entire server on his side even though he was the villain of Secret life before he made his final stance with the Mounders against Gem and the Scotts. He tricked Tango onto the Mounderâs globe to burn it before knocking the block under his feet. He convinced Joel to kill Skizz on his regards. He managed to stay under the radar of everyone and was everyoneâs friend before the final battle. Scarâs very smart. Heâs also a master liar and will cut things to make himself look good. Good example. His interaction with Ren and Martyn in Third Life when he wanted the enchanter. In Scarâs perspective, heâs chill, nice, and just vaguely asking for the enchanter in exchange for friendship and sand. In Martynâs POV, we see the sinister and villainous side of Scar. It helps that Martynâs music is amazing. It shows how sleazy and scarry Scar is. How he tries to get Ren to lose his alliance with Martyn. How he tries to strong arm Ren into the deal. How he acts like a villain. I love Scar, but man is he scary when he wants to be the villain.
But that doesnât explain how Scar got past the redstone. Even Xisuma questions it, and I think I have the answer. Cub. Cub is Scarâs redstone man and just as much a suspect of the case. Itâs very likely Scar had Cub deactivate the alarm. It could also mean what while Cub isnât technically the Ore Snatcher, since he didnât snatch any ores, that doesnât mean he isnât helping. And the Glitcher$ could be another name for the Vex. Scar has Cub make the signs, since Scar was almost catch by his misspelling and didnât want Doc on his case. Cub threw Scar under the bus many times because he doesnât want to be attacked by Doc.
We could even bring False into the club since she is also an honorary member of the Convex. I watched season 5. One final clue it could be Scar, Scar uses dirt as scaffolding since he hates regular scaffolding, during one of Docâs videos, thereâs a random pillar of dirt he finds in his base that he knocks down. It could have been a possible clue that Scar accidentally left behind.
Anway, these are my thoughts. Hope you like it.
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Little Billy the Assistant
Zatanna was looking for the Champion. Sheâd wanted to ask for his help procuring an ingredient for a potion. All she expected was a short trip and maybe adventure. What she didnât expect was running into a magically gifted orphan homeless looking kid.
Zatanna: *takes a detour a cramped street with a bunch of stalls selling stuff*
Billy: *ahead of her, heads to a gate leading to an alley, looks around for a bit before literally melting the lock off*
Zatanna: *sees this and stares*
Billy: *casts one more glance back before nearly feeling his soul leave his body at the sight of her looking at him*
He looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. Zatanna thought he was scared because he got caught by someone using magic in public. Billy was actually scared because she saw his civilian form do magic. Because what if she connected it back to Cap or something?!
Anyways, they made an uncomfortable amount of eye contact from across the street before Billy bolted into the alley. She tried to follow, but the crowd of the cramped street kept getting in her way, and by the time she got to the alley he was gone. Having lost him, she decided to ask Cap about the little boy about a week later when they were both at the Watchtower after heâd helped her find the ingredient sheâd wanted. As for why it took a week for her to find him and ask for help? Billy had been avoiding her. AnywaysâŠ
Zatanna: âCap, have you seen this little kid running around?â
Marvel: *immediately knew she was probably talking about him* âYouâre going to have to be more specific than that Zatanna.â
Zatanna: âOkay⊠this little blue eyed black haired short little thing, maybe nine or 10-â
Marvel: *a little offended because heâs 12*
Zatanna: â-I saw him do magic the other day so heâs magical too. You know anything about him?â
Marvel: ïżœïżœMaybe? Why do you care about him?â
Zatanna: âBecause recently Iâve had this idea of maybe having a little stage assistant.â
Marvel: âI thought you said you never wanted to share the spotlight or something?â
Zatanna: âThat is true, but he was adorable! And Iâm pretty sure he was also homeless.â
Marvel: *doesnât know how to feel about being called adorable* âSoâŠ?â
Zatanna: âSo heâd become my assistant and learn how to do his magic better since I doubt he has a teacher if Iâm right about him being homeless. Thereâs also the added bonus of earning money which will benefit whether or not he actually is homeless.â
Marvel: *was prepared to say yes as soon as he heard money* âIâll talk to him about it.â
Zatanna: âOh? So you do know him.â
Marvel: âMaybe.â
Zatanna: âMaybe?â
Marvel: âMaybe. By the way, Iâm pretty sure that kid youâre talking about has a job as a radio show host so he might not accept your offer if it conflicts with his schedule.â
Zatanna: âRadio show host? Thatâs a little retro, no? Buuuuuut⊠if heâs a show host, that at least means he has some pizzazz, so he could probably be good on stage too! As for the schedule thing, I mostly do night shows so he should be good.â
Billy mulled over this decision for many(two) days before deciding heâd accept her offer. As Cap, he told her to meet Billy at a popular street.
Billy: *waiting near a fountain and contemplating every decision he made up until his*
Zatanna: âAh, itâs you! I assume Cap told you about my offer?â
Billy: âYes? Could we uh⊠talk more about what the job would be like?â
Zatanna: âOf course! But first, letâs get some food in you.â
Billy: âWhat? Why?â
Zatanna: âBud, youâre practically skin and bones.â
Billy: âOh.â *sounds upset*
Zatanna: âHey, hey, hey! No need to get upset! Try to think of the positives! Iâm getting you food!â
They went to a little diner and ate while discussing all the things. What his job as an assistant would be, his pay, and so on.
Zatanna: âYou sure know how to talk business, little guy.â
Billy: âThank youâŠ?â *sounds confused*
Zatanna: âI meant that in a good way.â
Billy: âOh. Thanks then.â *smiles*
Zatanna: *just barely resists the urge to pinch his cheeks*
Zatanna stand by the fact that this kid was, in fact, incredibly adorable. Such a cutie honestly. And heâs such a sweetheart, too. After this meeting, they met up a couple more times, so Billy could rehearse being her assistant before he actually went on stage. Then the day came that he finally had to do his jobâŠ
Billy and Zatanna: *standing behind a curtain on stage*
Billy: âUhm⊠Ms. Zatanna?â
Zatanna: âYes?â
Billy: âWhat happens if Iâm not good at being an assistant?â
Zatanna: *pauses to think* âWell, youâd stop, but Iâd still continue trying to help you with your magic.â
Billy: âYou mean that?â *just happy she wouldnât immediately kick him to the curb*
Zatanna: âOf course.â *again has to resist pinching his cheeks*
The curtains soon opened after that conversation. The show must go on!
Iâll leave it up to you guys on whether he did good or not.
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Part 2 of my headcanons for the Marauders <333
-Sirius has hemophilia (its a condition that happens in long lines of incest where the blood has difficulty or no ability to clot, got this from an offbrand ATYD fic)
-Remus uses a crutch because werewolf transformations has fucked up his hip really badly -The main 4 marauders can and will be find in cuddle piles. It just feels right to me
-Sirius's gay awakening was freddie mercury -Rosekiller got together so casually. Like the probably were just sitting there and Barty was like "wanna fuck in a homo way?" and Evan was like "Sounds good" -Got this from main ATYD but wolfstar went from friends to freinds w/ benefits to dating because those fuckers don't know how to communicate its almost comical -The engagement ring James got for Regulus was the Regulus Star. -Sirius (before they were dating) would go into his animagus form and curl up in Remus's lap and just rest his doghead on Remus's arm. -James ate deer corn once as a joke. He still keeps a stash of deercorn under his bed -Regulus loves dark chocolate. Like you give him milk chocolate and he'll complain that its to sweet but you give him dark chocolate and he'll scarf that down so quickly- -Remus was the first one Sirius told about Walburgas A+ parenting (because they share scars. Also stolen from ATYD) -Going back to the hemophilia thing Sirius would literally be so stubborn about it like he'd get a paper cut and slowly be bleeding out for like 3 hours before James drags his dumbass to the infirmary -Regulus loves cuddles. Like James will come within 5 feet of him and Regulus will simply latch on like a little clingy black cat -James and Lily did date but once Regulus and pandora/mary came into the picture they respectfully broke it off so they could deal with gay panic for a bit
#marauders#dead gay wizards from the 70s#atyd#remus lupin#sirius black#rosekiller#wolfstar#jegulus#lily evans#james potter#regulus black#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#marauders headcanons#my head canons#if you don't like them then don't read them
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GameSwap!AU
Just a random idea I had: what if Magolor and Hyness traded games with each other? Like, their character/personality remains the same, only now they each have the otherâs roles and goals. I thought it would be fun~
-So making Magolor the main antagonist of Star Allies would be a trip; I feel it would change the whole ambiance of the gameâŠprobably in a detrimental way, from a gamedev point of view. You donât really wanna put the super cute and charming new character with the most memorable heel-turn in the seriesâŠat the center of the ânostalgiaâ game. ^^; With the return of the Helpers and a dozen familiar faces cameoing as Dream Friends, Magolorâs theatrics would be too much of a distraction.
But whatever, letâs say we put him in anyway: now Magolor is the leader of Jambastion, trying to resurrect a god of emptiness and despair. I predict he snaps immediately. XD
I just think handing that kind of leadership role to an obviously power-hungry character like Mago would grow worms in his brain incredibly quickly. ^^; That isnât to say that heâd do the cuckoo-4-coco-puffs schtick that Hyness doesâ I think instead he would be a sort of annoying âchuunibyouâ character; constantly popping up to ramble about being Void Terminaâs chosen one, destined to succeed because heâs the specialest and bestest ever, so you might as well give up now.
And heâd give off this completely unserious vibe like, â...Are you just making this up? Is this god youâre trying to resurrect actually real; or are you just a very lonely, understimulated, disturbed little eggâŠ?â
And then by the end of the game we realize that he *wasnât* making it up, and as he starts abusing the Mage Sisters (who probably hate working for him to begin with...) and rapidly becomes a real threat, suddenly weâre forced to take him seriously. ^^; Weâll rescue him from Void Terminaâs innards anyway, though, because weâre nice, and similarly to his true character arc; heâll probably realize that he got in over his head and beg to be saved.
-Hyness in Return to Dreamland would be interestingâŠprimarily because he doesnât seem like the âmanipulatorâ type to me. I think heâd be more of an âabsentminded professorâ type: enthusiastic and silly but in an awkward, understated way. Heâd just come right out and tell us he wants help to find the Master Crown, but heâd present it as a mysterious object of limitless possibilities that we should ALSO be interested inâŠyâknow, just for curiosityâs sake. Conveniently leaving out the fact that heâs taking it for himself, and heâs more than just curiousâ he already knows exactly what he wants to do with it. ^^;
And similarly to *his* true character arcâŠI think Hyness would go all in. â_â No hesitation, no regrets; heâd dive right into Mistilteinnâs clutches and become its twisted avatar, forcing us to literally carve him out of there if we want to stop him. This would probably call for a much tougher boss fight, with a more serious ambianceâ none of Magolor Soulâs cutesy juggling; letâs aim for something more like Zeroâs eyeball exploding out of his face, but in 3D~. Or all the horrific stuff Fecto Elfilis had going on, since we have the benefit of hindsight. XD
As for the endâŠthis may hurt some folks, but I think it would make sense for Hyness to die, like the devs originally planned for Magolor before they decided to have mercy on him. The thing is, without the Mage-Sisters to highlight Hynessâ changes in behavior, thereâs not as much to gain from redeeming himâŠmaybe thatâll be part of his character arc too; seeking to become the instrument of the Master Crown because he has nothing and no one else. This version of Hyness still has his empty heart, devoid of care, but without Void Termina to pledge himself to, the tree-demon is the best he can do. ^^; And with a little fleshing-out of his backstory before he goes (perhaps a chance to learn more about the magic vs. science usersâŠ?) he could make a good tragic antagonist, the first of his kind in the series.
-...Seeing as RtDL was supposed to be like a fresh start for the Kirby series, though, all this lore and sadness would be a little heavy for that conceptâŠfrom a gamedev point of view, I would reject the idea. But if we did go with it, I shudder to think how it would influence the rest of the games to followâŠperhaps the franchise would actually have taken the grimdark turn that people like to think it has. ^^ Which would be cool to see, admittedly.
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warming könig up
âlemme come warm you up, you been out in the snow/ baby my tongue goes numb, sounds like ho,ho,hoâ
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(smut, blowjob, gn!reader, no actual mentions of christmas!)
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you and könig rent a cabin in the woods for the holidays, taking advantage of his many accumulated vacation days (imagine the look of surprise on his superiorsâ face when they saw his week-long time off request! they actually did a double take as könig had only ever taken an average of two days off each year- never around the holiday season- before he started dating you).
a couple days in, after amusing yourselves hiking through the woods to take in the scenery (thoroughly bundled up to stave off the chill of the snow), soaking in the giant hot tub in the bathroom (he can finally stretch out in a tub for once!), and having lengthy movie nights, könig ventures out to chop more firewood for the rustic fireplace in the den. the house is warm enough, but the moment you remarked how you loved the fireplace and how it makes the cabin feel amazingly cozy, könig made a vow to always keep it lit for you. youâd assured him it was fine, that you didnât need it permanently lit, but he wouldnât hear it. why shouldnât his liebling get every single heartâs desire?
when he comes back in, shaking snow from his heavy winter gear as he hauls in bundles of wood, you apologize for the umpteenth time. ânonsense, schatzi, you have nothing to apologize for. i love doing things for you, being useful to youâ he hushes as he sheds his layers and boots, walking over to where you sit on the couch armrest. he leans down, gently pulling you in for a kiss. you shiver, gasping softly at how cold his lips feel. âcome here, kö. youâre freezing!â you fuss, leading him over to the couch and pushing on his chest to get him to sit. you place your blanket around his back like a cape before taking his hands in yours, rubbing warmth back into them. he brushes off your fussing, acting like he doesnât live for your loving and doting.
your chest tightens with affection as you think of what a wonderful time youâve had at this cabin thus far, all thanks to königâs planning and effort. you settle on the floor before him, the plush rug cushioning your knees comfortably. âwhat are you doing, schatzĂ«n- ahâ he ends with a hushed groan as you lean forward, nuzzling at his cock through his pants. âjust thanking you for the perfect vacation, mein königâ, you flutter your lashes at him, your voice velvety soft.
his eyes darken like turbulent oceans at the sight of you looking up at him like that. itâd make anyone weak in the knees. your teasing nuzzling has his cock hardening, filling out to its full length, and the moment a barely-there whine slips from deep inside him, you move to undo his pants and free his cock. normally youâd tease him for longer, see how long he lasts before he gets truly needy, but this is supposed to be for his benefit, a thank you for everything heâs done to make this the best vacation ever. you gently brush your fingers against the tip of his cock before wrapping your hand around it, stroking him at a slow, steady pace.
âthank you for having this idea, first of all. then thank you for picking the prettiest cabin ever. thank you for letting me sleep the whole drive up here, although on the way back iâm definitely staying up to keep you company on the drive , and youâre going to wake me if i start nodding off, okay?â you pause for a moment, looking up at him expectantly
âokay, but you really donât have to-â his breath catches, muscular thighs tensing as you keep up your steady pace on his cock, his precum dribbling down the side to help your efforts.
âthank you for cooking every meal, especially because youâve made just my favorites- donât think i didnât notice. tomorrow iâm making your favorite, and iâm not hearing otherwise. understood?â you scold, rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock. he nods quickly, a breathy âyes, schatzi, whatever you say,â slipping from his lips.
ââŠand, obviously, thank you for the fireplace. you always do everything to make sure iâm happy, and for that i canât thank you enough, but i can try to do the same for you, hm? what do you think?â youâre leaning forward a bit now, your warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head of his cock. forgive him for his incoherent, stuttered response, he doesnât really understand words at the moment, even less so when you place a teasing kiss on his tip.
you canât help but laugh softly as you seal your lips around him, sucking gently, earning a strained groan from your man. heâs practically gone entirely pliant, the sight of such a strong, man falling apart because of you going to your head a little. your contented little hum sends torturously delicious vibrations down his cock, making him twitch inside your mouth. now, you know you could make him cum in seconds if you wished, but you really want to treat him, reward him for being so good. you maintain a steady, slow pace, easing more of him into your mouth with each bob of your head as you stroke the base with your hand.
you make sure to do everything you know he likes, maintaining eye contact as you sink your mouth lower, hollowing out your cheeks, swirling your tongue around his length as much as you can (itâs a bit difficult with how big he is; there isnât much room left in your mouth). heâs practically floating in the clouds at this point, the way youâre sucking him off drives him crazy. time slows, suspending the two of you in this moment where you are all that exists for him, and heâs all you know. heâs looking down at you with such an affectionate warmth in his eyes, as if you hung the very stars in the sky. youâre sure your expression is no different, dutifully working your way down until the tip of his cock is brushing against the back of your throat. it took you a while to be able to take this much, and from the feel of what youâre still stroking, you still have a ways to go before you can take him all the way.
thereâs time for that another day, though, and even könig seems to agree, his hands gripping the couch cushions as a way to stop himself from pushing you further than you wish to go. heâs always like that, putting you before him, isnât he? you pull off his length, voice a little breathy as you praise him for keeping his hands to himself. that praise earns you a pathetic little whine, a sound thatâd make him blush if he werenât so close to cumming. you stroke his length with both hands as you catch your breath, cooing sweet words at him that he answers with groans and whines, his cock twitching in your hold.
âyou wanna cum in my mouth? you know how much i like it, kö,â you tease, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him through your lashes. you kinda have to do this to get him to cum in your mouth, otherwise heâs insisting on just cumming all over your hands, not wanting to pressure you into swallowing it if you donât want to, but now that youâre asking him for it⊠well, he did agree to âwhatever you sayâ. he nods, a hushed âja, schatzi, bitteâ dropping from his now bitten lips. you smile, leaning forward to take his throbbing cock back into your mouth, warming it once more.
you look up at him with a special glint in your eyes, knowing all itâll take is one more push. that push comes in the way of your free hand cupping his heavy balls, teasingly toying with them as you intensify your efforts, relishing in the way he trembles. he moans your name as he cums, the sound like music to your ears, spilling into your mouth with each twitch of his length. your muffled whine around his cock only adds to his pleasure, especially with how that makes your throat squeeze around his sensitive tip. careful not to overdo it, you maintain the pace of your hand and mouth, steadily working him through his high. you take his seed as it comes, swallowing every drop like you were made for it.
once heâs spent you pull off, panting softly as you lick your lips clean. âand now thank you for cumming for me like that, baby,â you tease, smiling as he pulls you up onto his lap, his hands soothing stroking your sides. he buries his face in your neck, little tremors still running through his body as he comes down. âiâd do anything for you, liebling. anything.â he whispers quietly, his breath tickling your neck before he pulls back, kissing you passionately. you melt against his body, answering his loving licks with your own, getting lost in the feeling of completeness. youâre more than surprised when he pulls away from the kiss, pushing you onto your back on the couch. he grins deviously as he settles between your spread legs, his big hands squeezing your thighs. âkö, what are you-â
ânow itâs my turn to thank you for that, schatziâ
#also he reveals he bought the cabin after the first day#wrote the framing for this at 3 am#i was researching ice fishing and what berries are available for harvest before decided heâd just bring wood#he always brings woodâ doesnât he? ;)#daisy original#könig cod#könig#könig mw2#könig x reader#könig x you#cod x reader#konig call of duty#könig fluff#könig smut#cod smut#könig headcanon#könig drabble#call of duty#call of duty smut#konig smut#Spotify
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Further deep dive into Hugo's feelings towards this new lifestyle he chose to adapt to:
Hugo using his newfound influence and societal importance to help his home kingdom is something thatâs so crucial and a massive big fucking deal to him and his character
Like, the way Donella instilled her "moral code" if you will unto him and how she kept putting the notion of "stay useful if you want to keep a roof above your head" mentality to keep him in line is really so saddeningâLike its stemming from a place of care to an extent from Donnie but boy did it do more harm on this man's self-worth than good
I can only imagine how much constantly hearing the words "dont disappoint me" is so nerve-wrecking and anxiety inducing for Hugo growing up...how mentally taxing thats caused him </3
And Hugo developing to care for others because of his time with team radical was sweet and all but I doubt that feeling of needing to be useful didn't just go away just because he has secured stability now.
Like I can just imagine he decides to redirect all that unto trying to make progress as much as he can for the people because he thinks "I didnt earn this position, not really. So the least I could do is try to actively serve, because if I dontâthen I didnt deserve the position in power that I currently gained" (aka the same criticism he's always had towards elitists that do little to nothing with their power in status) the feeling of being undeserving didnt go away either so he's trying to act on it every day
like if you think bout it, in his pov, this counters all his internal conflicting issues in his opinion:
"I didnt deserve this position" = I'll work my ass off so I could feel like I earned it
"I have to be useful" = I will invent things that benefits others, that could improve lives
"I'm now part of the class that I despised growing up" = but I'm not gonna neglect the less fortunate like a lot of them did, I cant. I wont.
And i just wanna give this man a hug because he is trying his best, he's really really trying </3
You guys ever think about how Hugo must feel about living in Corona?
How he left Ingvarr with no "actually good reason" - there are no wars, no constant meteor showers. He didn't NEED to leave, and yet he did.
He left, while others growing up like him suffer there every day. It's not his fault really, and yet he still sort of feels sorry for them. They're just like him, the only difference is they simply didn't get as lucky. They didn't get taken in by a politically influential person. They didn't get adopted into a rich kingdom of the sun.
He doesn't know what his home is. Ingvarr never gave him happiness, but he should still be proud to have born there, no? It's not like Ingvarr is the worst place on earth. At first, living was hard but he got by, and then got taken in by Donella. He lived decently. And yet he still left.
I think Hugo sometimes lays awake in bed feeling like the worst for leading a happy life.
Listened to some Carson Coma and had some thoughts. I think these (translated) lines fit Hugo especially:
"From the poster, a stock photo's smiling back at you.
Here, not even babies smile for free.
And even if you do have money it doesn't matter anyways,
even with money you manage to be poor here.
Rotting people inside those small shops,
And you suddenly feel it in your gut,
That it's not your fault, not your fault, not your fault, not your fault...
(...)
I know it's an asshole move, since you took me in,
I'm crawling right out of the window you left open
For me, to get some fresh air at night,
This room is too narrow, staying here is suffocating me.
Even though I really, really really love you,
I look for you in other countries.
If I actually did have two lives, one of them would be only about you..."
#vat7k#varian and the 7 kingdoms#vatsk#varian and the seven kingdoms#vat7k hugo#hugo rottewange#i am so normal for hugo's character guys i swear#i just love the notion that despite being thrusted to a noble status now#he never abandoned and forget where he started and where he came from#and still carried it with him despite the massive leap in lifestyle#just like varian did
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Christmas as friends with Tom Riddle àŒ*·Ë
Word count: 1.3k
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Authors note: Another one of these odd structure mini fics. Riddle is DEFINITELY out of character in this sorry, but Christmas is fluff time, I don't make the rules. This was originally going to be a series of scenarios with Riddle at various relationship stages, but of course the next one I wrote turned into a beast (friends with benefits), so here's this while I finish the other. Whatever this is, I hope you like it anyway mwah ( ââĄâ)㣠âĄ
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You are patrol partners
Because of this, youâve formed an unlikely friendship
You mainly discuss impersonal topics while you walk; homework, new research in potions publications, the latest news in the Daily Prophet (Riddle particularly likes to discuss crime reports), policies passed by the Minister of Magic, or the occasional morsel of student gossip that Riddle doesnât feel âaboveâ discussing
Heâs thrilled that you can keep up with him intellectually (for the most part) even if you often find yourselves disagreeing on things
He likes to get your perspective and opinions more and more these days
It often feels like the two of you are very close, until you try to recall any detail about him beyond extremely surface level information
He keeps himself entirely hidden from you
Whenever you try to get to know him more personally, he shuts down
Even things that seem innocuous
âYes! I promise that really is a saying!â you chuckle as he teases you for using a seemingly silly idiom.
âI donât give a Doxyâs nip? Really?â he imitates, pinching your arm playfully to emphasise the words, briefly glancing into the small alcove you pass to check for any rulebreakers.
âYes! Have you seriously never heard that before? Where did you grow up?â you giggle. Suddenly he tenses up, his small smile falling off of his face. Heâs silent, ignoring your very normal question in favour of intently staring down the corridor, hoping to find a student sneaking around just to change the focus. You frown in confusion. You were used to him shutting down if asked about family, or anything else potentially highly emotional, but just where he was from. It was a completely harmless question, in fact, you couldnât really think of any answer that would have you react badly. You only wanted a town or a county, but now Riddle is walking faster, a sign that he wants to get your patrol over and done with, as opposed to his measured pace from just before. âI merely wanted a county, Tom,â you whisper as you trot to keep up with him, trying to ensure he knew you werenât trying to pry. Heâs silent for another long moment.
âLondon,â he puffs out. You wonder what on earth was so bad about that. âDonât ask more,â he adds, still not looking at you or slowing down. Ah, so there was something painful or embarrassing in the details. You really couldnât imagine what. You donât ask any more, not wanting to upset him. Eventually, he slows back down to walk by your side, but very few words are spoken the rest of the patrol.
You like Riddle a lot, heâs witty and intelligent and has a wicked sense of humour
Not to mention HANDSOME
However, heâs quite odd in this way, he has many secrets
He seems more touchy when you ask questions since he knows you actually want to know him, not just be polite and small talk with him
His normal evasive answers would never cut it for you, so he shuts down
He knows plenty about you, youâre happy to speak about yourself and he absorbs what you say completely
Knowledge is power after all
Using this knowledge, he sends you a lovely personal Christmas card over the break, the time alone and away from you strengthening his fondness for the connection the two of you have built, making him more willing to make a gesture he never normally would make
Itâs full of jokes and references he knows youâll like, as well as a few rare expressions of gratitude for knowing you
Youâre unable to write back, not knowing where to send your owl as heâs never told you where heâs from, the owl he sent having disappeared as soon as it was free of its card
You tell your owl to find Tom Riddle, but it returns the next day, looking very unhappy, your card still attached to its leg
âThere you are!â you huff in exasperation when you finally locate him on the train on the way back to Hogwarts, alone in a compartment gazing out of the window. His handsome face turns to you, he looks tired, but otherwise as flawless as ever.Â
âWhy were you looking for me? I always sit alone on the train,â you canât read his tone, annoyed or vulnerable? You press on, digging his card out from the front pocket of your bag and handing it to him.
âMy owl couldnât find you no matter what I told her, and I had no address, so late card it is,â you smile awkwardly. Riddle takes the card and opens it up as you sit beside him. Itâs a classic wizarding world card, a moving image of some cats covered in tinsel. Itâs a bit cheesy for Riddleâs liking and he makes a face, but you nudge him and he rolls his eyes, opening the card. He reads your sweet words silently, you expressing how much youâd like to know him better, and promises that you would not judge him no matter what his story was. Heâs a little embarrassed as your writing reminds him how vulnerable he had been in his own card. He sighs and closes the card as you look at him expectantly.
âItâs hard for me to talk about,â he whispers.
âI figured that, you can take your time, so long as you let me in eventually,â you answer. âI just⊠I like you, I enjoy your company, I want to know something about you, something real,â you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. Though this move surprises him, he accepts it quietly, realising all too suddenly why it is you want so badly to know him inside and out. His arm sits loosely around your waist, feeling the knit pattern of your jumper under his fingertips. He doesnât know how or why heâs fallen into this position with you so naturally, but instead of complaining, he just tightens his hold on you slightly.
âI spent Christmas at a muggle orphanage, thatâs why your owl couldnât find me,â he admits after a while. He interrupts before you can ask questions. âI grew up there, Iâve already aged out, but they let me stay there over Christmas due to Professor Dippettâs pressuring since no one could stay at Hogwarts this Christmas,â he takes a shaky breath. âI wonât be allowed back, not that I want to go, Iâm on my own after graduation, no family, no other support, nowhere to stay,â you frown deeply at this and he stares out of the window as the grey countryside rushes by. âPerhaps you can see why I was embarrassed,â
âI can, but I donât judge you for it,â you murmur sincerely, watching his side profile.
âI should have known, youâve always been such a bleeding heart,â he scoffs with mock disdain, turning to look down at you where you rest on his shoulder. You roll your eyes and smile, he smiles back slightly. Leaning forward, he hesitantly presses his lips to your forehead. Itâs a foreign gesture, but one that feels completely lovely to do. He holds you slightly closer and places another, slightly more sure kiss on your forehead. âThank you for the card, for caring, Iâm not used to any care beyond shallow fawning, and even that is completely misplaced,â he admits, the floodgates of his emotions now seemingly open. But you donât run or even seem to judge, just as promised. âIâm not who anyone thinks I am, no one else knows about the orphanage, only a few professors, no one else knows anythingâ
âLet me meet the real you,â you mutter. He looks unsure. âSomeone has to eventually or you wonât be able to keep up the act,â
âMaybe so,â he kisses your forehead gently once more. âBut let me enjoy this first,â
âYou think it will be over if I meet the real you?â you chuckle affectionately, enjoying as he kisses down your temple to your cheek. âCome on,â Thereâs a moments hesitation as he contemplates the real him.
He says nothing.
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xoxoxo Merry Christmas xoxoxo
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Hi, me againđ
How are you?â€
I was wondering what you thought about the relationship between Severus and Voldemort. The way Severus should not even be in the DEs, let alone in the inner circle sitting on Voldemort's right because of his blood and social status. Grayback is also part of them, but they treat him like filth for his blood and werewolf condition. All the while, Severus is Voldy's N1. advisor.
Also, the way he keeps bending his own rules and principles to accommodate Severus, have him fit in and even keep him above the purebloods. Voldemort, who does not do favours, agrees not to murder Lily, a muggle-born witch, a memeber of the OotP and Harry's mother, because Severus asked him not to. How that plea becomes the Dark Lord's doom later.
The way Narcissa asks for Severus' help instead of Bella's or Lucius' when they are both purebloods in the inner circle, swimming in money. She knows, if there's anyone that can "handle" Voldemort and save Draco it's Severus.
And lastly, how Voldemort does not want to kill Severus, how he says he regrets it. That does not happen with any other of his victims.
And I don't mean this relationship as romantic either, just as two people, one the master and the other- the servant.
That's all,
Have a nice dayâ€
Hellooo <3
I really donât think itâs such a big deal. Voldemort is a natural manipulator and knows how to exploit peopleâs fears, weaknesses, and needs to his advantage. Itâs clear that he probably heard about Severusâs abilitiesâmost likely from his long-time associate, Lucius Malfoyâand became interested in having a talented recruit among his followers. I wouldnât be surprised if he saw Severusâs lack of resources and his disdain for Muggles (due to his association with his father) as an opportunity to manipulate and radicalize him, enabling Voldemort to exploit his talents as he pleased.
We often view villains as irrational, but through Tom Riddleâs memories, we know that Voldemort wasnât just a crazed supremacist. He was always intelligent and cunning, using his charm to seduce and manipulate people for his own benefit. The fact that Severus was a half-blood was irrelevantâif anything, his status made him easier to manipulate. Voldemort valued talent, and Severus had plenty of it, so it seems perfectly logical that Voldemort prioritized his abilities over his blood status.
Severus turned out to be a very useful memberâwhy not do him a favor? Iâve always thought that Voldemort viewed the matter of Lily as a youthful, lust-driven whim. Something like, âFine, let him keep his little Mudblood toy if it means he keeps doing such a good job.â People often overthink this, but to me, giving him a âsmall giftâ to keep him âhappyâ and working better is a common strategy used by those in power to control their subordinates. Voldemortâs mistake was failing to realize the depth of Severusâs feelings or to investigate why Lily, specifically, mattered so much to him. If he had done so, instead of assuming it was just a passing fancy, the story might have turned out differently.
On another note, I donât think Narcissa went to Severus because she saw him as a role model. She approached him because Lucius had fallen from grace, making him an unsuitable option, and because she knew that:
Bellatrix would never go against the Dark Lordâs orders, let alone stop Dracoâs âinitiation,â which she saw as an honor, and
Severus was Dracoâs professor, and since Dracoâs mission was to kill Dumbledore, the only person who could realistically monitor Draco 24/7 and step in if necessary was Severus.
I also think Voldemort appreciated Severus as a highly capable and talented individual. I believe he liked him more than some of his other followers because, unlike a spoiled pureblood brat, Severus had risen from humble beginnings and earned his place through ambition and skillâqualities Voldemort valued because he had done the same. Beyond thatâand itâs not a minor point, considering most of his followers, except perhaps Bellatrix and maybe Barty, meant little to himâI donât think there was much more to their relationship. Voldemort valued Severus in the same way a hunter values one of their best weapons: an incredibly effective, rare, and valuable tool that is almost impossible to replace. He appreciated Severus because he was useful, but thatâs about it. At least, thatâs how I see it.
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I have to rant to someone who will understand how egregious and obnoxious this is because my friends are sick of me. The reaction to rural NC in this hurricane? This will be the norm if Tim Walz is VP. Walz has been dismissive, insulting, and malicious towards rural Minnesota. He said that there's nothing of value, nothing but rocks and cows. He has very clearly expressed antagonism towards rural values and culture. Tim Walz will brag about his education bills, yet he tracks down rural schools with high native populations and penalizes their funding and burdens their staff with unnecessary training and even legal threats because they punish "too high" a number of native students compared to white. I work among schools that are 99% native and they every year have mandated training to address their racial bias and face harsh penalties from the state for punishing too many native kids. They have to adapt to the loss of funding. Despite the rez saying they want to set a standard of excellence and they are proud to be breaking generational curses, Walz denies them crucial funding and punishes them for trying to help their kids learn to make the right choices. He recently signed in a bill requiring free lunches, and knowingly and purposefully did not modify the paperwork process many rural schools rely on to make up the missing our districts desperately need, which relies on students signing up for free and reduced lunches. This bill has devastated funding and left many rural schools scrambling. In addition, he continues to refuse to provide rural schools with more support to bus students, knowing that they cannot afford the costs of bussing over so many miles. Instead, he continues to pour funding into transportation for students in the cities. He has implemented bloated and wasteful mentor programs for teachers yet refuses to allow schools to take disciplinary action against students who directly threaten the lives and wellbeing of teachers. We had a gun threat at our school and the district did not expel the student who made the threat to shoot up the school because he was native and Walz's administration was likely to sue. He also refuses to do anything about our shitty retirement. We have the top (or did before he fucked us over) educators in the nation, and yet are ranked among the bottom 5 for benefits and retirement. But he refuses to fix retirement because nobody wants to teach in his schools, and if he actually fixes retirement, there will be almost no teachers left.
Walz is wrathful and vindictive to rural communities because they don't vote for him or like his policies, and he purposefully makes our lives harder. As his records show, he is a liar and a braggart. In true Minnesotan fashion, he'll underhandedly cut you while he smiles and calls you his neighbor. That man is a snake, and if you despise what you see with the hurricane response, know that he will never pass up an opportunity to make the lives of those who didn't and wouldn't vote for him a living hell, and this level of abuse of rural communities and vulnerable poor populations will get worse.
Iâm obviously a little late to this but man itâs always worse than I think!
The only thing good people ever had to say about Walz was âfree lunches đâ but even that was shit when you actually look at what the policy was and the impact it had.
And instead of treating rural areas like trash because they donât vote the right way maybe he should have been treating them better if he wanted the votes.
The response from him and Harris to the hurricane over here was abysmal and of course that just speaks to what kind of people they are and their treatment of us after that storm definitely lost them North Carolina.
Sorry youâre stuck with him over there, though.
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NRC Faces the Sorting HatâŠ
Hear me out this is ranked by a serious Potterhead who has DELVED into the associations of each house so allow me to share my thoughts on which Hogwarts house the NRC guys would possibly be sorted into â>
TREY & Cater seem like master manipulators, especially if all those overthrowing Riddle to reclaim Caterâs title as dorm leader theories are true (havenât read Caterâs ch. 7 arc I rlly need tođ)
Azul & Vil are literally so ambitious, like Azul tried to erase his own past to theoretically present himself as a whole new, blank-slate person with absolutely no embarrassments or flaws while Vilâs determination drove him to insanity as he cunningly used Neigeâs trust to try to POISON him
I think Ruggie & Jamil are very self-explanatory as theyâre both ambitious & cunning, scheming guys. I chose Slytherin over Hufflepuff for Ruggie as although heâs extremely hardworking & relatively patient (he cleans up after Leona, not a job for the impatient) but heâs not actually all that loyal I donât think. He only bonded with & followed after Leona because it would benefit him though⊠(now as Iâm writing this Iâm starting to think he might actually be a Hufflepuff-)
Silver & Sebek both showed lots of Hufflepuff traits but ultimately the events of Ch.7 pushed me to place them in Gryffindor instead. Just imagine how difficult it would be to turn your sword against the guy youâve known & loved your whole life? The guy you had once sworn absolute obedience & loyalty to? Theyâre prime reinforcers as to why Neville Longbottom was in Gryffindor (it takes bravery to stand up against your own friends)
Ace & Deuce: Same thing as above but to a less extreme extent. Arguably, if the Ace is a traitor theories are true then heâd be a strong runner up for Slytherin with how cunning he is. I was hesitant with Deuce since he might be a Hufflepuff, but his background as a delinquent & his willingness to rebel against authority (cough cough Riddle cough) when he could have just stayed completely loyal like Trey (who may have just been plotting Riddleâs fall from grace then) made me put him in Gryffindor
Floyd was between Slytherin & Gryffindor but I donât think heâs actually all that cunning? Like he knows heâs intimidating & uses that to his advantage but otherwise he doesnât actively use detailed plots the same way Jade or Azul do? Plus, heâs just not afraid of anything; very brave
Epel was brave for being rebellious & rejecting peer pressure for the most part- definitely hard to say no when your dorm leader is a literal celebrity & accomplished student. Jack is also very self explanatory with how heâs not afraid to stand apart from the crowd (seen in Ch. 2) & he was never so blindly loyal to Leona to the point where heâd ignore or not notice his flaws
+He wasnât on the Tier maker but Iâd put Grim in Gryffindor with how recklessly brave he is (literally so chaotic & constantly defies authority)
I know what youâre all thinking but hear me out⊠Crowley is a bad (or at least morally grey) Hufflepuff. He preaches love, graciousness, & kindness- which are all dominantly Hufflepuff ideals, & people always overlook this but you donât actually have to be a nice person to be in Hufflepuff. Every house is capable of producing dark wizards (there was an evil Hufflepuff in Hogwarts Legacy !) so even all those suspicions that Crowley might be downright evil could still make him a Hufflepuff, just not the stereotypical one. If he 100% idealizes kindness, even if he doesnât positively reinforce it, then heâs still a Hufflepuff (though he is admittedly really Slytherin too)
Kalim is self-explanatory but I did kinda consider Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Kalim is brave to keep Jamil around even after he tried to defame him & heâs strong enough to keep a genuine smile on his face despite being betrayed & facing near death situations all his life. Now I know Kalim isnât book smart but he has really high emotional intelligence, he knows a lot more than he lets on, as shown by some of the inquisitive things he says to others
my house :p
Crewelâs got that academically smart (alchemy must be hard) & creative mix (his passion for fashion), I feel like Sam values insight & knowledge mainly to increase sales but just valuing those things makes him a Ravenclaw, & I just put Trein in Ravenclaw because he likes history & different cultures (although he could be a Hufflepuff with his loyalty, dunno though since thatâs really just him being a good husband)
Lilia could be a Hufflepuff, with his love & loyalty to the Draconia royal family, but his vast wisdom & eccentricity made me put him in Ravenclaw instead, though I am kinda hesitant about it. With Leona, I know heâd totally be a Slytherin with how cunning he is & although heâs very ambitious, heâs so lazy itâs counterproductive to his desires. But I put him in Ravenclaw because heâs actually so smart & very knowledgeable, wise even
The Shroud brothers honestly could have been in Hufflepuff with their family loyalty, but Idiaâs attitude pushed him into Ravenclaw instead. He also loves delving deep into his passions & interests, using knowledge to his advantage. Same with Ortho since heâs a walking encyclopedia & also takes full advantage of his constant access to data banks & the whole internet. The Shrouds are almost like eternal, nonstop knowledge gatherers, especially with how their family literally devotes themselves to researching overblot
Rook is pretty self-explanatory with his intense curiosity & his pursuit for beauty could also be interpreted as a pursuit for diversifying oneâs knowledge of the world so one could embrace all the beauty within different cultures & such. But he is also very Hufflepuff with how nice & insanely loyal he is⊠(so loyal to all he almost isnât loyalâŠ.)
Jade could be a Slytherin, but I donât think heâs as ambitious as Azul? He uses cunning much more often but otherwise, his genuine fascination with mushrooms & human life places him in Ravenclaw as at his core, Jadeâs really into research & gaining more knowledge of a world on land that he was once a stranger to
I was thinking Slytherin could be a good fit for Malleus but Iâm hesitant for some reason ..??
Donât know much about Vargasâs personality & I wanted to avoid just tossing him in Gryffindor to mindlessly follow the jock=Gryffindor stereotype
I know many would put Riddle in Ravenclaw, & at surface level, I would do the same. But to be in Ravenclaw you actually have to believe knowledge is powerâŠ& Riddle doesnât actually love constantly pursuing knowledge. Even if he thinks academics are important, he would have never been studying so diligently if it wasnât for his motherâs influence and control over his childhoodâŠ.
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Where would you sort everyone?
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