#and lady usher’s heart burst

[granma-sweetie]

THE DEAD GIRL LEFT OOOOOOOOOH

THE DEAD GIRL LEAPT UPON HER MOTHERRRR AND HER SISTWR AND HER DAUGHTER AND HER LOVER

[leninqrad]

what if you killed me over and over again and i forgave you over and over again because you’re my sister and i love you so very much and we are meant to be together across all lifetimes forever…

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

Best Friends Brother ⊹ . + °

| Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

summary: You are Fred & George’s best friend, and meet their mysterious older brother, Charlie, at a product launch at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

cw: MDNI 18+ smut with basically zero plot. charlie has an absolutely filthy mouth. no war (or light war? idk, everyone is alive)

an: this was supposed to be a casual hook up when I initally planned it, but the dick was so good they fell in love ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes had a line around the building, hopeful witches and wizards desperate to get a glimpse of the Weasley twin’s newest product. You strolled past them in your mini dress and tights, more than a little chuffed by their jealous glares.

The doors were locked, blocked off with enchanted rope, but when Fred spotted you through the window, he ran to unlock the doors.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it. Georgie, looks who’s here!” Fred slung an arm over your shoulders and ushered you into the store. It was the cleanest you’d ever seen it, with streamers and lights strung everywhere, and a long table loaded with food and drink.

“Y/n!” George shouted, popping up from behind the register. Both of them were dressed in freshly pressed brown suits, looking exceptionally dapper. He came aroud the counter and pulled you into a hug. “Thanks for coming out.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you grinned up at them, pride filling your chest. You’d been close with the twins for years, a friendship that started in school and only grew in adulthood, since you worked a few doors down at Honeydukes.

“Come, you have to meet our family!” They ushered you upstairs, where a dozen or so people waited, several faces were familiar, some were not.

“You remember Harry, Ron, and Ginny,” George said, and you greeted them all with a wave.

“And our parents, Molly and Arthur,” Fred continued.

“Oh, y/n! How lovely to see you!” Molly cooed, pulling you into a rib-cracking hug. “My, what a beautiful young lady you’ve grown into.” She pinched you cheek, and heat scorched your face.

“And this is our older brother’s Percy, Charlie, and Bill. And Bill’s wife, Fleur.”

You turned to the trio of men hovering by the bookcases, and nearly tripped over your heels. Percy, you remembered from school, Fleur as well, and Bill was too busy gazing down at her blonde head to glance your way. But Charlie. He stared straight through you, his dark eyes swallowing you whole.

“Pleasure,” Charlie said, his voice honeyed and deep. He was shorter that Percy beside him, but muscular enough that the maroon blazer he wore seemed a little stretched at the shoulders. His white button down shirt beneath it was tailored perfectly to fit across his wide chest and taper at his defined waist. Freckles kissed his cheeks and forehead, his skin a shade tanner than his siblings, though he shared their ginger hair, mid-length and wavy.

“Hello,” you managed, giving him a small smile. But before you could engage further, George whisked you away.

“It’s tiiiime!” Fred shouted, waving his wand, and the doors burst open.

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As the event raged on, you found yourself drawn to Charlie’s orbit, watching as he mingled with guests and chatted with his family. He seemed to draw a lot of attention, what with his rugged good looks and the fact that he was a dragon trainer. It seemed everyone wanted a sliver of Charlie Weasley’s attention.

So you admired him from a far, and tried to help Fred and George as best you could.

You chatted with customers, explaining the new product the best you could, but you kept feeling the tug of someone’s attention at the nape of your neck, distracting you. When the customer finally moved on, you glanced towards the direction of the feeling, and caught Charlie watching you over the rim of his fire whiskey, ignoring the gentleman attempting to talk to him entirely.

The air froze in your lungs, you heart tripping over itself. His gaze was scorching, and if looks could burn…you were certain your clothes would be rendered to ash.

Desire pooled in your lower belly, heating your blood to an uncomfortable degree. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears, you missed George approach.

“Hey, y/n, enjoying yourself?” He asked, offering you a glass of champagne with a candy snitch floating in it.

You accepted with a smile. “I am, thank you. You guys have done an incredible job.”

George beamed, clinking your glasses together before loping off to sell to another customer.

“So, how long have you known my brothers?” A low voice murmured in your ear, and you whirled around, nearly spilling champagne all over Charlie’s front. He caught your elbow with a steady hand, his grip firm but gentle. “Easy, love,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting.

“Oh, uh, f-five years? I think,” you stuttered, looking anywhere but his smoldering eyes.

“Then how have we never met? I’d certainly remember you.”

You shrugged a shoulder, taking what you hoped was a casual sip of wine. “Seems you haven’t been paying much attention,” you teased, finally meeting his eyes.

His smirk grew into a soft smile. “What a grave error on my part.”

“Are you in town for the event, or…?” You could feel heat climbing up your neck, but you willed yourself to keep a level head. You knew how to flirt, had done so with plenty of blokes in your time, but none as handsome and disarming as Charlie.

“I thought so, but evidently the Gods had other ideas.”

You knees nearly buckled. “Like?” You coyly tilted your head, allowing your eyes to trail across his broad shoulders, down his chest. Was this guy seriously flirting with you? You knew you weren’t unattractive, but Charlie was…phew.

“Like…” He flushed a little, betraying his suave demeanor, and your heart slipped a little further into his hands. “Meeting the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Ever?” You teased, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.

“In this life and probably the next.” He took a sip of his whiskey, letting his eyes wander over you the same way yours did him. And based on the way they darkened, his pupils widening just a fraction, he liked what he saw as much as you did.

“Does that line always work for you?”

“Well, considering I’ve never tried it, why don’t you tell me?”

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Charlie slammed the door shut behind you before crowding you against it, his lips colliding with yours. He tasted like whiskey and pumpkin, with a tinge of cigarette smoke that went straight to your head, and you eagerly tangled your tongue with his, pushing his blazer off his shoulders.

“Colloportus,” he murmured against your mouth, and you heard the lock schick into place. He shrugged his blazer off, tossing it somewhere in the dark storage closet, and his hands were on you again, one sliding into your hair, the other on your lower back, drawing you closer.

“Charlie?” You gasped as his lips traveled down your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his short beard a rough contrast to the suppleness of his kiss.

“Yeah, honey?” he panted, lifting his head to meet your eyes.

“I don’t usually…” you trailed off, nerves suddenly closing your throat.

His hand slid from your hair to cup your cheek, his callouses rough against your heated skin. “Me neither,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. “We can do whatever you want, love. I’ll take you to the nicest restaurant in London, or on Dragon-back to the Swiss Alps, or on a cruise ship to the Americas—”

You cut him off with a kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. “And if I want you to fuck me?” you said between pecks, tugging at the roots of his hair.

He smiled and scooped you up by the meat of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist so your skirt pushed up over your hips. “Then I’ll fuck you as often as ya’ like.” He turned and dropped you onto some kind of work bench, sending the papers and junk flying with a sweep of his arm.

“The twin’s are going to be pissed,” you giggled, leaning back onto the wood so he could continue his previous assault on your neck.

“Fuck ‘em,” he muttered, nipping at your collarbones. His hands gripped your thighs with dizzying strength, the same hands that handled massive, fire-breathing beasts, and spread you open for his hungry gaze. “Seven fucking hells,” he breathed, running his hands down your inner thighs. “You’re perfect.”

In a swift motion, he ripped your tights at the seam, the sound sending a pulse of arousal to your already dripping pussy, a sharp gasp forcing it’s way from your throat. His fingers glided over your wet panties, so delicate compared to the force he’d used heartbeat before.

Your hips lifted slightly, chasing his gentle touch. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this desperate for someone to touch you, your entire body tuned to his every breath, every twitch of his muscles. He looked so fucking good leaning over you, his previously tidy shirt rumpled, his hair in copper waves around his face, his lips a little red from your fevered kisses.

With his ring finger, her drew your panties to the side, his middle fingers gliding through your slit and circling your clit twice. “Already so wet for me, honey. What did I do to deserve such a warm welcome?” he purred, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead.

Your brain couldn’t formulate a response, his touch mind-numbing. Pleasure radiated form his fingers, syrupy and languid, with none of the frenetic energy from before. A moan slipped past your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as he coaxed your pussy to bloom for him.

“And such pretty sounds.” He rolled up his shirt sleeve with his free hand, exposing the muscles and veins along his thick forearm. Slowly, he slipped his middle finger inside of you, large enough to stretch you slightly.

“Fuck, Charlie,” you whined, raising yourself onto your elbows so you could watch him play with you.

“I suppose I shouldn’t stretch this out too long, someone might come looking for us,” he mused. “But I could spend a fucking eternity spoiling this greedy little pussy.” He slipped another finger into you channel, pumping them a few times just to feel your cunt suck him back in. “Would you like that, love?” He tilted your chin up with his free hand, an unspoken request for an answer.

“Y-yes, Charlie. Please,” you panted, stretching up to steal a quick peck. He deepened the kiss, shifting his weight to press you back down onto the desk as his tongue flirted with yours. His hand picked up the pace, fucking you steadily as he devoured your mouth, teeth skating along your swollen flesh before sucking lightly on your tongue.

You don’t know what God blessed him with such a skilled tongue, but you needed to make an offering in thanks stat.

But since you couldn’t do that…

“Charlie?” You asked, reaching around to touch his wrist between your legs.

He immediately stopped, withdrawing his hand completely. “What’s wrong?” He searched your face for signs of discomfort, his brows drawn together.

You pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek before sliding off the desk. He watched you, confused and concerned, then you lowered yourself to your knees and his jaw went slack.

“Honey, you don’t have to—”

“Please, Charlie?” You batted your lashes up at him, tugging lightly on his belt.

“Merlin’s fucking—I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that, sweetheart.”

“Then don’t,” you teased, undoing his belt and zipper. You could see the outline of his cock against his black boxers, thick and throbbing as you glided your fingers over it.

He sucked in a breath, gripping the edge of the table with one of his hands. Encouraged, you dragged the flat of your tongue over the fabric, feeling the heat of him, the wetness collecting by the swollen head.

“I must have died in the dragon pit and gone to heaven. My god, woman,” he rasped, running his fingers through his hair to keep it from blocking the sight.

You giggled, licking a few more stripes before reaching up to free him. His cock sprung out, veiny and flushed pink. And, to your absolute shock and delight, even his cock was freckled.

“You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” you praised, and his cheeks flushed pink. You laved your tongue along the thickest vein, earning a throaty groan. You sucked the head into your mouth, lapping up the precum pearling from his slit.

Charlie’s head fell back, one of his hands sliding into your hair. He didn’t add any pressure, just held you as you started to suck him, moving a little further down each time. You wrapped your hand around the base, there was no way you’d fit the entire thing in your mouth, and started pumping him, matching the motions with your mouth. His skin was like velvet, soft and smooth, and you loved feeling him pulse against your tongue with every dip of your head.

“You are too damn good at that. So fucking pretty swallowing my cock.” His thumb stroked your cheek while he gazed down at you, stars in his eyes. “You like sucking me off, honey?”

You nodded as best you could, flicking your tongue at the groove just beneath the head. His hips lurched forward, a grunt escaping through his teeth.

“Fuck, sorry, love. I’m trying to stay still for ya’, but feels so fucking good.”

You reached up and guided his hand into your hair, then used it to push your head down, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

He smirked, his hand fisting in your hair. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.” He started moving your head along his shaft, rocking his hips in time with the movements. He went easy at first, but as drool began to track down your chin, your eyes rolling back in bliss, he picked up the pace. But he only fucked your mouth for a few, punishing strokes before lifting you off of him. He slammed his mouth to yours, a harsh, hungry kiss that had you seeing stars.

You whined in protest, but he shushed you by lifting you into the air and setting you on the table once more.

“If you thought I wasn’t going to fuck you, you’re mad,” he gruffed, dragging the hot head of his cock through your pussy lips. “That is, if you still want me to?”

“Yes, fuck, now, Charlie. Please.” You spread your legs a little wider for him,

“Anything for you, love.” He leaned down and kissed you again, sliding his cock into your depths at the same time. The feeling of being filled by him bordered on divine, silken and hot. He was stretching you just enough to leave you with that delicious ache between your legs. You moaned into each other’s mouths, the sounds caught up by his tongue parting your lips and caressing yours.

He drew his hips back, agonizingly slow, letting you feel every inch of one another, before he slammed back in, knocking the air from your lungs. It seemed he was at the end of his control, his grip on your hips bruising as he fucked you hard, jostling the desk beneath you and making the shelves along the walls rock.

“Fuck, Charlie. Feels so good,” you cried, trying and failing to keep yourself quiet as he railed you, every thrust like a lightning strike of pleasure through your body.

“Yeah? You take my cock so well, baby. Wet little pussy squeezing the life outta’ me,” he groaned, his hair tickling your face. “So good f’me, honey. Like you were made for me.”

Your muscles tightened, veering closer and closer to your peak, his praise sending little pulses of bliss your clit.

“You like being praised, baby? Hearing how perfect you are for me? Fuck, I can feel how much you like that, squeezing me so hard.” His hand slipped between you, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing tight circles over you puffy clit. “Come for me, y/n. I know you can. I want to feel you fall apart around me. That’s a good girl—”

Your cry drowned out his praise as your peak crashed over you, visceral and exquisite. The world vanished, blown apart by the burst of starlight in your chest as you came for him. Pulses of pleasure made your body shake and buck, your eyes squeezing shut as he fucked you through it.

“That’s it, honey. Such a good fucking girl. Merlin, you’re gonna make me come.” He rested on his forearms, braced on either side of your head, hitting an entirely new angle as you came back into your body.

“Charlie,” you whimpered, clinging to him. ”I’ve got ya’, love. Don’t worry. Just a little longer—fuck.” A strangled groan broke from his throat and you felt his cock swell, then kick against your walls, the first hot stream of release painting your insides.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he muscles trembled, his hips pressed flush to yours. You wrapped you arms around his shoulders, still weak from that soul-shaking orgasm. His lips passed over your shoulder, your clavicle, up your neck, before finally ghosting of your lips, soft and breathless.

You remained like that for longer than you probably should have, enraptured with one another. You'd been complete strangers a few hours ago, but this wasn't a hook up akin to a one night stand. This was the reunification of two beings, the re-raveling of a soul tie.

“Y/n,” he murmured, kissing your forehead, your temple. “Y/n, y/n, y/n…” He held you like he'd die if he let go.

“Charlie,” you exhaled, nuzzling behind his ear.

“Can I take you to Romania with me?” He whispered, a joke, you presumed, but there was no humor in his voice.

“I've never seen a dragon before—”

The door knob jiggled, and someone pressed against it, the wood groaning.

“Shit.” Charlie jumped backwards, scrambling to right your dress and smooth your hair.

“Hey, Freddie! This doors locked for some reason.”

“Charlie, your dick,” you snickered while he wiped away a smudge of your lipstick.

“Fuck, right.”

“Alohamor—”

“COLLOPORTUS,” Charlie barked out, snatching his wand from his boot.

“Charlie?” George called, knocking on the door.

Charlie tucked you behind him and undid the spell, peeking the door open. “If you say another word, you're dragon food,” he growled, and you had to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing.

“You got a girl in there, mate?” George asked, and you could hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“George,” Charlie warned.

“Fine, fine. You've got ten minutes before I actually need to get in there.” George knocked once more then strode away, his footsteps disappearing down the hall.

Charlie sagged against the door, exhaling. “I'm sorry, love,” he said, turning to you.

You pecked his cheek. “Don't be sorry, that was the best lay of my life.” You tried to reassure him, despite the curdling sadness in your chest.

A shy smile broke through his serious expression. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “I can only imagine how good it would be when we had all the time in the world,” you murmured against his ear, a shiver rolling down his spine. It was better to leave it like this, flirty, casual, than with whatever…that was.

“I mean, we’ve got ten minutes…”

You patted his chest and slipped out of the door, finding George waiting at the end of the hall, arms crossed.

His jaw dropped. “Y/n!”

Charlie ran out behind you. “I swear to God, George—”

“Are all Weasley's this dramatic?” You closed George's mouth with a finger under his chin.

“Where did—when did—how?” George stuttered, looking back and forth between the two of you.

Charlie smirked, shrugging back on his blazer. “I'll explain when you're older,” Charlie teased. “Would you like a drink, y/n?”

“I'd love one.“ You threaded your arm through his, and together returned to the party.

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[hyacintheros]

It's Called: Freefall

|| (Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x Fem!Reader)

Main Masterlist

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A smidge of angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: In the Dreaming, a once vibrant realm now lies in ruins after Morpheus' century-long absence, leaving the Queen and Lucienne struggling to maintain its remnants. When Morpheus finally returns, weak and broken, the Queen's unwavering love brings him solace, as they begin the journey of restoring both the realm and his shattered heart.

The Dreaming, once home to beautifully lush forests and paths for its visitors to travel through, now lays grey and barren, stones and ash replacing the garden.

"Lucienne? What do you think?" The girl says, once Queen of this land, now one of the only inhabitants left.

"I think it's wonderful, My Lady. Though, how long do you think they will last this time? We got about a week out of them last time we tried." Lucienne remarks, wanting to be helpful with the new garden, but she knows it won't last, not without Morpheus.

"We'll do what we can, hopefully I can find something in the library that may help us this time around." The librarian says, walking off.

Though before she can really go anywhere, the air around them changes. Once tense and stuffy for a century, now feeling like a breath of fresh air. Confused by this, both women look at each other.

They go to the gates of the Dreaming, hoping to not find an intruder, they've had quite the few 'visitors', usually Lucifer wanting whatever is left of the Dreaming.

Instead, they find a naked Morpheus, a body the Queen knew very well. She rushes over, covering him with her cloak. Her hands travel all over him, touching his face and chest, trying to etch it into her brain.

"Morpheus..?" She whispers, barely audible. He looks at her, tears welling in his eyes, he looks terribly weak and vulnerable. A state she's only seen once before, when Orpheus died many years in the past.

He envelopes her in a desperate hug, inhaling her scent, practically eating her whole. Lucienne watches, a little awkwardly. They stay like that, just taking each other in, wordlessly.

Morpheus pulls away, reluctant, still keeping a hand on her. He observes the area, looking at the devastation that whisked in his departure. His palace in literal crumbles, the land is practically barren, their dimension in ruins..

She takes him back to the palace, Lucienne following close behind and updating him on what had occurred. They really did try their best, with Y/N's magic and Lucienne's library, but never could they be as powerful as Morpheus.

“The residents slowly left, most held hope you would come back, but after fifty years or so…” Y/N Mutters, holding onto him as if he were such a delicate crystal, her fingertips burning Morpheus skin in the most touch-starved way possible. One hundred and six years of no physical contact with another being, just in a stupid hamster ball. He’s practically melting into the girl.

They arrived at a wing of the rubbled palace, a few chambers still held up, ushering Morpheus to take a shower and relax. “Darling, are you alright? You’re so pale and gaunt.. Let me see if Abel and Cain have something for you to munch on!” His wife says in a hurry, off to see what they can offer. Though before she can go on her adventure, Morpheus tugs on her wrist, not wanting her to leave.

“Stay, my love.. I will recover when I rest, but please just stay by my side.” She knows he has a double meaning, smiling so sweetly at him, as if he were the stars and she were the moon. “I’ll always be here, even if the sun falls and the moon bursts into pieces, I’ll stand by your side.” She mutters to him as she pecks at his lips.

Morpheus is rarely an emotional person, but hearing that makes his heart feel like it was embroidered by her hands, string by string. He looks at his wife, still in the bathtub, and gives her a soft kiss. One filled with love, adoration, and absolute desperation.

She giggles as she pulls back, yet he chases her lips, capturing them once again. “You are drained and weak, there is much rest needed to be done before anything else!” she chides, finally pulling away from his reach. He rolls his eyes, submerging himself below the water.

The Queen chuckles, going to retrieve some clothing for his, as well as to prepare something for him to eat. Rummaging through the rest of his closet, she lands on a cloak that should still fit him. Laying it on the bed, she hurries to make something in the kitchen that always needs toe be repaired due to the crumbling nature of the realm.

“My Lady, would you like some help? Abel and Cain have graciously given some vegetables and a chicken they were raising.” Lucienne puts a basket of vegetables and a butchered chicken. “Oh that is lovely, I wish we had time to make chicken soup, but I think a roasted chicken would be quicker.”

She grabs the chicken, rubbing some seasoning and olive oil first, then pops it into the oven so it’ll be done about the same time as the vegetables. Lucienne helps prep the vegetables, peeling carrots and washing the cauliflower. Y/N is chopping everything up and making sure the stove is on with a pot of boiling water.

They wait a few minutes to time everything perfectly. In the meantime, they set up the dining table and wash anything that they had used in the cooking process. Lucienne pops back into the kitchen, salting the boiling water and drops the vegetables in. In return for the food, they have invited Abel and Cain to join them for dinner.

While Lucienne keeps an eye on the vegetables, Y/N pulls the chicken out of the oven and carving the meat away from the bones. Lucienne makes a quick gravy to serve over the chicken. They both plate everything up into serving dishes, humming a little tune and chatting about the recent duel they heard about in Hell.

Morpheus by this point has dried himself off and changed into the clothes Y/N left out for him. The smell coming from the kitchen urges him out of the room. Though Morpheus and his kind do not die from starvation, the feeling of pure hunger aches deep within.

“Dream? So it’s true! You’ve returned!” Abel envelopes him in a strong hug. Out of the two brothers, Abel has always been the more emotional one. Cain greets him, welcoming him back and giving a hug as well.

“So I take that you’ll be joining us for dinner?” Dream asks, sitting at his spot at the dining table. The brothers nod, taking their own respective seats. It's rare that they would get to dine with Morpheus, even before he left. Morpheus was much too busy to entertain guests, one of his deepest regrets when he was pondering his life in that fishbowl of a bubble.

Y/N and Lucienne bring out the dishes, serving everyone a hefty chunk of food. She briefly kisses Morpheus’ temple as she’s serving him, then returning to her own seat. There’s an elephant in the room that no one wants to address, making the atmosphere slightly tense. “You were gone for one hundred years, Dream.. Where were you?” Y/N cuts into her chicken while asking, trying to be super nonchalont.

Dream sighs, taking a bite of his potato before answering. “A man, he refused to accept the death of his son, leading him to try and make a deal with Death. He recited the incantation wrong or maybe it was the wrong spell entirely, but he had captured me instead. Kept trying to make a deal with me to bring his son back with mortal currencies and royalties, though it is not within my power to offer such things. He hated his youngest son, refused to accept him. But after he died, his son continued to keep me in this glass ball. His son killed Jessamy! What kind of person would do such a thing?? Only managed to escape because a guard had fallen asleep.” He rants on, enraged by such a depressing chapter of his life.

The rest of the table looks at each other worriedly as he explains, Y/N looking absolutely mortified. She puts a hand over his, trying to distract him, giving him a warm and sympathetic smile. She pours him more water, silently encouraging to drink more, knowing how dehydrated he must be.

Everyone is really awkward, not quite sure how to go about this. In the background, a piece of the west tower has fallen, leaving behind a huge boom. It doesn’t phase them, but Morpheus jumps up like a little kitten, looking around confused.

“Oh gosh, don’t worry sweetheart, come let’s take a walk,” She asks if Lucienne could finish cleaning up the dining table, which Lucienne accepts and wiggles her eyebrows. Y/N rolls her eyes in a teasing manner, holding Dream’s arm.

They walk to different parts of the realm, seeing how deserted and barren the land truly had become. Home’s were destroyed, dreams and nightmares loose, even Fiddler’s Green has gone! It brings him to literal tears, watching everything he has ever worked for be drained of it’s life.

“How dare they..? Take every litte piece of my world, my realm, my work! All for what? For some stupid boy who’s fought for his country? He played his part in life. Like every little domino in life, they fall, so what? You’ve ruined my life’s work, the entire reason of my existence for a son who tried so heavily to get away from your sick cult!?” He goes on and on, just venting his poor heart out to his wife.

She holds him in her arms, just like she did all those years ago.. “Muffin? Look at me.. shhh no it’s okay, cry it out love.” She’s petting his hair and playing with his hand. Morpheus has always been a tough man with little warmth in his heart, only ever reserved for Y/N. But being stuck in a hamster ball for a century has taken a toll on him, mentally speaking. Thinking of his life choices, his actions and words, regretting moments and missing out on so many things.

Now that he’s out of the horrible glass cage, Dream feels as though he’s found a saviour. Though Y/N was not able to save him from captivity, she did save him for the chains that weighed down his heart and mind. She saved him from the dark, festering thought that embedded themselves into his mind not even a whole day ago. Although there is much repair that is needed in his realm, in her arms, he is finally free.

[lipglossanon]

♔ 𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢 ♔

• A Dozen Roses • Fairy Tale AU •

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dead dove, incest, father/daughter incest, possessiveness, kissing, groping, thigh riding

Dawn does not break. A summer storm overtakes the early morning sky and overshadows the sun with pounding rain that comes down in sheets as lightning forks in the distance. Your chamber maids dress you warmly for even inside a chill is persisting along the stone corridors. 

Your father is nowhere to be found. Off with his fellow knights on a hunt, waylaid by the weather. That’s what the stable hand tells you as he points out the empty stall where your father’s steed usually rests. You frown out across the wide terrace as the maids usher you back inside. 

The day passes slowly, your ladies trying to distract you with music and sewing. One even whispers to you about the most recent gossip floating amongst the gentry. That your father has already chosen you a suitor— someone he was to announce after his hunt. 

“Is this so?” You murmur quietly, eyes seeking the window and yet only seeing the storm. 

She nods, threading her needle, “Yes, Princess. But tis only a rumor, just another tale to spread for those with too little responsibility.”

You smile at her, “I suppose that’s true enough.”

The talk turns to other things, letting you fall back into your thoughts. The book containing your mother’s story lies tucked against your side. Your grand plan of speaking to the King this morn dissipates like mist in the light. The day drags along and after supper, you visit her portrait hoping to glean more insight into this ghost. 

Refreshing her wilted lilies, as you have countless times before, makes your heart race with longing. Magic is all well and good but it seems to only have a place for you in the shadows of your heritage. Gifting her a single red rose, you place the thorny stem in the middle of the lilies and take your leave. Your ladies-in-waiting walk with you back to your chambers, bowing and bidding you a goodnight as you part from them at the door.

Once you’re completely alone, you light a candle and read over the words and secrets left behind in the diary until they swim across the page. You hear loud movement coming from beyond the door, leading you to creep across the cold floor to press an ear to the wood. The deep voice of your father can be heard but you are unable to parse what is being spoken. 

When you’re sure the hall is empty once more, you climb back into bed, hand reaching for the book you set aside. Eyes gaze unseeing upon the leather cover. The King has known everything all of this time and yet kept his distance. It hurts you. Makes you seek him out now regardless of the late hour, book in hand as you enter his rooms uninvited. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He’s seated in front of the fire, dressed down for the night in a simple tunic and breeches. His hair and clothing are soaked from the storm still raging outside. You suddenly realize you’re in your nightgown and how improper it was to walk through the castle in such undress as well as to be standing in the King’s antechamber. 

“Tell you what?” He tilts his head, eyes dark and heavy as they drag down your immodest shift—fists clenching where they lay against his thigh, “tell my precious little princess she holds magic in her blood?”

“Yes,” your voice turns pleading, “why hide from me what is my right?”

He shakes his head, “Twould do no good,” standing, he walks over to you, water dripping from his hair to the straight line of his nose, “would you have had me toss you off to that forest witch to be raised?”

Chills race down your back as he brushes stray hairs away from your face, “You are my daughter, my property... my responsibility.”

“You never cared before,” words burst from your lips like overripe fruit. “You paid me no mind until this summer, Father.”

“Because you look like her,” he growls, eyes flashing in the low light, “you could be her.”

He grasps your upper arm and walks you over in front of the looking glass; his free hand reaches up to cup your chin roughly, forcing you to gaze at the mirror image. You clench your eyes shut and he chuckles, a low mean sound, against your back. 

“Look, my naive daughter,” his calloused hands pinch into the skin of your jaw and you meet his eyes in the reflection, “you have given me a most precious gift— a second chance with my dear beloved.”

A gasp spills from your lips as the King lets go of your arm to cup your mound through your thin nightgown. 

“Have you been good while I’ve been away, Princess?” He murmurs against your ear, fingers rubbing slowly against the heat gathering at the apex of your thighs. 

“Yes, Father,” your brows pinch together, body leaning into his touch. 

“Good girl,” his thumb rubs across your bottom lip. 

That hot shivery feeling you sometimes get overtakes you, eyes darting to the King’s mouth. A yearning cavern opens in your chest, a hollow echo of loneliness making your lips part. It’s the same feeling that you had when he took it upon himself to confirm your purity, his mouth hot and wet upon your cunt. 

“You should check, Father,” the damning words whispered as if that would soften the indecent request. 

He presses his thumb past your lips, pushing against your tongue as you suckle the digit. 

“I should,” he rumbles, gaze hot on your mouth as he turns your head to the side, “just to be sure your chastity is in place.”

A chaste kiss is dropped to your mouth, fleeting like the brush of a butterfly's wings. Whining, you tilt your head further, bodily asking for more. He presses another kiss against your lips, so different from Lord Winters. Your father claims your mouth for his own. He makes you sigh and gasp against his lips as he tastes you deeply, tongue stroking alongside your own. 

Your legs nearly give out and he wraps his broad arms around you, holding you to his firm chest as he kisses you heatedly. Head fuzzy, you sink against him, letting the King kiss you senseless. Pulling away, he shushes your whining before tugging you to the armchair in front of the fireplace. 

Once he is seated, he pulls you into his lap, indecently straddling one of his legs as your gown shifts leaving your bare cunt to rest on his trouser clad thigh. He pets your sides, a strange little smile hovering over his lips.  

“I never thought I would have this again,” he murmurs, “come, kiss me again, my sweet daughter.”

You’re much too eager and uncouth, but he takes it in stride; slowing you down, guiding your lips and tongue until you’re moving in sync with him. It’s addicting, like eating sun warm strawberries from the garden. Forbidden but so so sweet. The juice sticky and syrup thick, filling your mouth with decadence. 

His sword calloused hands grip your hips, guiding you into a rocking motion that makes you bleat and moan against his lips. A rare warm chuckle from him makes your mind buzz. You follow his motions until he’s able to squeeze and pet your hips as you rock against his thigh. The sharp bolts of pleasure make you leak until his trousers are soaked, sticking to the soft lips of your cunt. 

“Want me to teach you?” He whispers hotly in your ear, “teach you all the ways to feel good, my precious princess.”

“Please, Father,” you mewl quietly, kissing him needily.  

“I’ll show you,” he promises, voice dark as his eyes, hands grasping your gown to delve underneath, fingers skimming across your bare hips, “teach you like I did her—such gorgeous witches I’ve owned.”

Thoughts too hazy to pay attention, you sigh and gasp when his hands drift under your nightgown to grasp your breasts, squeezing the soft fat with a groan. The King’s mouth drifts along your neck, lips soft as he kisses the sensitive skin. Chills race down your body, your mind a haze of wanton need. He kisses your breasts through the nightgown as he pinches your nipples. 

Whimpering at him, you tangle your fingers in his still damp hair. Your body is hurtling to that peak that whites out your thoughts, pleasure curling up like a sated cat in your stomach. The rough fabric of his trousers rub against your soft, wet heat as you rut back and forth on his thigh, making you moan softly. 

“My sweet witch,” he pulls away to gaze up at you in satisfaction, “my beloved made whole again.”

Bringing your face closer, he kisses you far sweeter than before. This surprising show of tender affection brings you to your climax. Your voice stutters out, a broken cry lost in his wet kisses. The fire in the hearth roars to life like dragon’s breath as glasses on the mantle shatter only to land as glittering diamonds on the floor. 

Your father chuckles warmly and it sends a frisson of heat pulsing at the apex of your thighs. 

“Such a gift, my precious princess,” he brushes his thumb across your swollen bottom lip.  

The expulsion of magic makes you tired. The King keeps you on his thigh, the rough material of his breeches bringing you to climax again and again as he kisses the moans from your mouth. Never pushing it further, he makes a promise to show you everything with each time you clench on nothing and cum on his lap. 

It’s cock crow when you finally pull away from your father’s embrace. Lips and cunt swollen from his rough touch and yet your body and heart ache for more. 

“I shall escort you to your room,” he helps you stand on trembling legs, wrapping one of his heavy riding cloaks around your body—his smoky scent surrounding you. “I’ll make sure you have the morning to yourself for resting.”

You hum, exhausted in more ways than one, and easily follow the King back to your room. As he tucks you into bed, you pout and grasp his shirt, seeking another kiss before you fall into slumber. 

“Sleep well, beloved,” he murmurs, kissing your temple before pulling away. 

Although you wouldn’t realize until too late, it’s the end of your old life. 

[claudiabian]

and the dead girl leapt upon her mother

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and her sister and her daughter and her lover

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with the rage of four generations

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AND LADY USHERS HEART BURST

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[evrycloudcries]

Hidden Secrets

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the weight of my unspoken truth. I sat alone, my hands trembling as I clutched the potion vial, its contents a silent testament to the life growing within me.

Every fiber of my being screamed for release, for the freedom to confide in the man I loved. But fear held me captive, trapping me in a web of deceit that grew more tangled with each passing moment.

A knock at the door shattered the fragile calm of my solitude, sending a shiver down my spine. With a heavy heart, I rose to answer, the ache in my chest a relentless reminder of the burden I carried.

The healer stood before me, her expression a mask of concern as she took in my pallor and trembling form. Without a word, she ushered me inside, her touch gentle yet firm as she guided me to a nearby chair.

As she worked her magic, soothing my symptoms with practiced ease, the silence between us stretched taut with unspoken questions. But before I could summon the courage to speak, the door burst open, revealing Cardan's stormy expression.

His eyes narrowed as they landed on me, a silent accusation hanging between us like a shadow. "What's going on here?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension that crackled in the air.

Before I could respond, the healer stepped forward, her presence a welcome distraction from the turmoil that churned within me. "Your Majesty, Lady Jude is unwell," she explained, her tone measured as she addressed Cardan. "She's experiencing symptoms that suggest she may be—"

"Enough," I interjected, my voice strained with the weight of my deception. "It's nothing, just a passing illness."

Cardan's gaze softened, his concern mingling with relief as he crossed the room to stand beside me. "Jude, why didn't you tell me?"

I forced a smile, the lie bitter on my tongue. "I didn't want to worry you."

But as the words left my lips, guilt twisted like a knife in my chest. How could I deceive him so easily, knowing the truth would shatter the fragile bonds that held us together?

But for now, I pushed aside my doubts, burying them beneath layers of denial as Cardan enveloped me in his embrace. With the healer's assurances echoing in the silence between us, I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep to grant me temporary respite from the tangled web of lies that threatened to consume me whole.

The healer's presence lingered a moment longer, her eyes flicking between Cardan and me, before she quietly excused herself, leaving us alone in the dimly lit room. The door clicked shut behind her, amplifying the oppressive silence that settled between us.

Cardan's hands were warm against my shoulders, a stark contrast to the cold dread that clung to my insides. "Jude," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You can trust me. You know that, don't you?"

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "Of course," I lied, the words hollow and brittle.

He guided me to the bed, his movements gentle but insistent. As we sat side by side, the space between us felt like a chasm, filled with the weight of unspoken truths. I could feel his eyes on me, searching for answers that I wasn't ready to give.

"Are you sure it's just an illness?" His question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears.

"Yes," I replied quickly, too quickly. "It's just a headache, some fatigue. Nothing serious."

Cardan's brow furrowed, his worry etched into every line of his face. "You've been pushing yourself too hard. You need to rest."

"I know," I said softly, the guilt gnawing at me. "I will."

We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us like a coiled spring. I could feel the pressure building, the inevitability of confrontation looming ever closer.

"Jude," Cardan began, his voice a mix of frustration and concern. "Why do I feel like you're hiding something from me?"

I looked up at him, my heart aching at the sincerity in his eyes. For a moment, I considered telling him the truth, laying bare the secret that had been consuming me from the inside out. But fear held my tongue, and I shook my head.

"There's nothing to hide," I said, the lie tasting bitter on my lips.

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "I don't believe you," he admitted, his voice pained. "But I won't press you tonight. Just... promise me you'll take care of yourself."

"I promise," I whispered, the words feeling like a betrayal.

Cardan stood, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. His embrace was warm, comforting, and it made the deception all the more unbearable. "Get some rest," he murmured against my hair. "We'll talk more in the morning."

As he left the room, I sank back onto the bed, the exhaustion finally overtaking me. The healer's potions had dulled the worst of my symptoms, but the turmoil in my heart was far from soothed. I closed my eyes, praying for sleep to grant me a brief reprieve from the tangled web of lies I had spun.

But even as I drifted off, I knew the truth would not stay hidden forever. The day would come when I would have to face the consequences of my deception. Until then, I clung to the fragile hope that somehow, some way, I would find the courage to reveal my secret and trust in the strength of the bond that held us together.

The next morning, the sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. I stirred, feeling the remnants of my fatigue weighing me down. My mind was a tangled mess of fear and regret, and the secret I harbored loomed like a shadow over my heart.

As I sat up, the door creaked open, and Cardan entered with a tray of breakfast. His expression was softer than the previous night, concern still evident but tempered with a determined gentleness.

"Good morning," he said, placing the tray on the bedside table. "I brought you something to eat."

"Thank you," I murmured, avoiding his gaze as I reached for a piece of bread. The silence between us was heavy, the unspoken tension still simmering beneath the surface.

Cardan sat beside me, his presence a comforting weight on the bed. "Jude," he began, his voice steady but firm. "We need to talk."

I knew this moment would come, but that didn’t make it any easier. I swallowed hard, nodding slightly as I prepared myself for the inevitable confrontation.

"I need you to be honest with me," Cardan continued, his eyes searching mine. "What is really going on?"

My heart raced, the words I had rehearsed in my mind faltering on my lips. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. "Cardan, I—"

Before I could continue, the door burst open, revealing Taryn. Her eyes were wide with alarm, her expression frantic. "Jude, Cardan, there's an urgent matter that needs your attention."

Cardan stood immediately, his concern for me momentarily eclipsed by the urgency in Taryn's voice. "What is it?"

"An attack on the northern border," Taryn said, her voice tight with worry. "They need your guidance."

Cardan's eyes flicked back to me, torn between his duty and his desire to protect me. "Jude, are you—"

"I'll be fine," I interjected, forcing a reassuring smile. "Go. We'll talk later."

He hesitated for a moment, his hand lingering on mine before he turned to follow Taryn. The door closed behind them, and I was left alone once more, the weight of my secret pressing down on me like a physical force.

As the minutes stretched into hours, I paced the room, my mind racing with the possibilities of how to handle the situation. The fear of discovery gnawed at me, each moment feeling like a countdown to the inevitable revelation.

Finally, as the sun began to rise, Cardan returned, his expression weary but resolute. "Jude, we need to finish our conversation."

I nodded, my resolve hardening as I prepared to face the truth. "Cardan, there's something I need to tell you."

His eyes locked onto mine, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. "Go on."

I took a deep breath, but the words refused to come. Instead, I deflected. "I've been feeling overwhelmed," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The pressures of ruling, the constant threats... it's been getting to me."

Cardan's expression softened, his worry evident. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? We can share this burden, Jude. You don't have to carry it alone."

"I know," I whispered, the guilt gnawing at me. "I just... I didn't want to seem weak."

"You're not weak," Cardan said firmly, taking my hand in his. "You're the strongest person I know. But even you need help sometimes."

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Thank you, Cardan. I'll try to be more open with you."

His fingers tightened around mine, and he pulled me into a gentle embrace. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself," he murmured against my hair. "I can't bear to see you like this."

"I promise," I said, the lie bitter on my tongue.

As Cardan held me close, I felt the crushing weight of my deception pressing down on me. I had skirted the truth once more, buying myself a little more time. But I knew that eventually, the truth would come out. Until then, I could only hope that I would find the courage to face it and trust in the strength of our bond to weather the storm.

Cardan's embrace was warm, his breath gentle against my hair. For a moment, I allowed myself to sink into his presence, to draw strength from the steady beat of his heart. But the fear and guilt gnawing at my insides refused to be silenced.

The next few days passed in a blur of court duties and fleeting moments of rest. Cardan was by my side whenever possible, his concern a constant reminder of the secret I kept hidden. Each time I looked into his eyes, the weight of my deception grew heavier, yet the words to confess eluded me.

One evening, as the moon cast a silvery glow over our chambers, Cardan and I sat in silence, the unspoken tension thick between us. He reached for my hand, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

"Jude," he began softly, his eyes searching mine. "I know something is still bothering you. Please, let me in."

I looked away, my heart pounding. "It's just... everything feels so overwhelming. The pressures of ruling, the constant threats... I don't know how to cope."

Cardan's grip tightened, his expression pained. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled up in my eyes, the urge to confess nearly overwhelming. But fear held me back, and I forced a smile instead. "Thank you, Cardan. Your support means everything to me."

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if sensing the half-truth in my words. But he nodded, accepting my answer for now. "We'll get through this, Jude. Together."

As he pulled me into his arms, I closed my eyes, the guilt of my deceit weighing heavily on my heart. Sleep came fitfully, haunted by dreams of what might happen if the truth were revealed.

In the early hours of the night, I woke to find Cardan still holding me, his expression peaceful in sleep. The sight filled me with a bittersweet ache. How much longer could I keep this secret from him? How much longer before the weight of my deception tore us apart?

Determined to find some clarity, I slipped out of bed and wrapped a cloak around my shoulders. The night air was cool as I made my way to the castle gardens, seeking solace among the shadows.

Lost in thought, I didn't hear the footsteps behind me until it was too late. A hand touched my shoulder, and I whirled around to find Cardan standing there, his eyes filled with concern.

"Jude, what are you doing out here?" he asked, his voice soft but firm.

"I couldn't sleep," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "I needed some air."

He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

My heart raced, the urge to confess battling with my fear. But once again, I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. "No," I said finally, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. "There's nothing."

Cardan's eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I can feel you pulling away from me, Jude. Please, let me help."

"I don't know how," I whispered, tears threatening to spill over. "I don't know how to let you in."

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. "Start by trusting me. Whatever it is, we can face it together."

The sincerity in his eyes nearly broke me, but still, I couldn't bring myself to speak the truth. Instead, I leaned into his touch, hoping that somehow, he could feel the depth of my love despite the lies.

For now, the secret remained mine to bear, the burden growing heavier with each passing day. But as Cardan pulled me into his arms once more, I clung to the fragile hope that one day, I would find the courage to reveal the truth and trust in the strength of our bond to weather the storm.

The night enveloped us in its suffocating embrace, the tension thick in the air like a heavy fog. Cardan's arm draped around me, his touch both a comfort and a reminder of the secrets I held within.

"Jude," his voice broke through the silence, his tone a mixture of urgency and frustration. "We need to talk."

My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of my deception pressing down on me like a leaden weight. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the dimly lit room. "We do."

His gaze bore into mine, searching for answers I couldn't bring myself to give. "Tell me what's going on," he demanded, his tone tinged with desperation.

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat nearly suffocating me. "I... I can't," I choked out, tears stinging my eyes.

Cardan's grip tightened, his frustration boiling over. "Damn it, Jude," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I can feel you slipping away from me. Tell me the truth."

My resolve crumbled under the weight of his intensity, but still, I couldn't bring myself to confess. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I can't."

Frustration flashed across Cardan's face, his anger simmering just below the surface. In an instant, he surged forward, pinning me against the wall with a force that stole my breath away.

"Enough lies," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "I can feel something isn't right. Tell me what's going on, Jude."

I opened my mouth to speak, to finally reveal the truth that had been tearing me apart. But before I could utter a word, his hand shifted to rest on my stomach, and the world seemed to freeze. Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy with unspoken words.

But then, nothing happened. Cardan's brow furrowed in confusion, his hand still against my stomach. “What was that?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to remain calm. "I don't know," I lied, my heart pounding in my chest. "Maybe... maybe it was just indigestion or something."

But Cardan wasn't convinced. His gaze bore into mine, searching for the truth. "Jude," he said softly, his voice tinged with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yes, I'm fine," I lied, the guilt of my deception weighing heavily on my shoulders.

For a long moment, Cardan studied me, his expression unreadable. But then, he seemed to shake himself out of his reverie, his grip loosening slightly as he pulled away. “Alright," he said, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "If you say so."

As he moved away, a wave of relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. The truth still hung between us, a heavy burden that threatened to tear us apart.

As we lay together in the quiet of the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that our lives were about to change in ways we couldn't yet imagine. And though I longed to confess the truth, the fear of losing Cardan held me back.

But as the night wore on and sleep finally claimed us, I knew that the truth could only remain hidden for so long. And when the time came, I could only hope that Cardan would forgive me for the lies I'd told.

Days passed, each one heavier with the weight of my secret. Cardan's concern grew with every passing moment, his eyes searching mine for answers I couldn't give.

I tried to deflect his questions, to bury my fear beneath a facade of strength, but the truth was a heavy burden that threatened to consume me.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I felt a familiar wave of nausea wash over me. I stumbled from the room, desperate for a moment alone to gather my thoughts.

But before I could escape, Cardan appeared in the doorway, his brow furrowed with concern. “Jude, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

I forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil churning inside me. "I'm fine," I lied, my voice wavering slightly.

But Cardan wasn't convinced. He moved closer, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "You're not fine," he said softly, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. "Please, Jude, tell me what's wrong.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. I wanted nothing more than to confess the truth, to unburden myself of the weight that had been crushing me for so long.

But the fear held me back, a suffocating grip that refused to loosen its hold.

"I..." But the words refused to come, trapped behind a wall of fear and uncertainty.

Cardan's expression softened, his touch gentle against my skin. "You don't have to face this alone, Jude," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

For a moment, I wavered on the edge of confession, the truth hovering just out of reach. But then, with a heavy sigh, I pushed it away, burying it beneath layers of denial and deceit.

“I'm sorry, Cardan," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. "I can't... I can't tell you."

His gaze held mine for a long moment, a silent plea for honesty lingering between us. But then, with a resigned sigh, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as I sobbed against his chest.

“We'll figure this out," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

---

As we stood together in the fading light, the weight of my secret still heavy on my shoulders, I couldn't shake the feeling that our lives were about to change in ways we couldn't yet imagine.

And though I longed to confess the truth, the fear of losing Cardan held me back.

But as the night wore on and sleep finally claimed us, I knew that the truth could only remain hidden for so long. And when the time came, I could only hope that Cardan would forgive me for the lies I'd told, and that our love would be strong enough to weather whatever storms lay ahead.

In the tranquil embrace of the castle garden, Cardan and I found ourselves seated on a stone bench, surrounded by the fragrant blooms that adorned the lush greenery.

Yet, despite the serene setting, a storm of emotions brewed within me, threatening to shatter the fragile peace.

“Jude," Cardan's voice broke through the stillness, his concern evident as he looked into my eyes. "What's wrong? You seem... distant."

I forced a smile, though my heart was heavy with the weight of my secret. "I'm fine," I replied, the lie tasting bitter on my lips.

But Cardan wasn't convinced. He drew closer, his touch gentle yet probing as he reached for my hand. "Tell me," he urged, his voice soft but insistent. "I want to understand."

A sharp pain pierced through my abdomen, causing me to gasp in surprise. Instinctively, I doubled over, clutching at my stomach as waves of agony washed over me.

Cardan's arms enveloped me, his concern palpable as he held me close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“Jude, what's happening? Are you... dying?" His voice trembled with fear, his eyes wide with alarm.

I shook my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the pain. "But I want to."

For a moment, there was silence as Cardan processed my words, his expression a mixture of confusion and anguish.

And then, as if guided by an unseen force, I took his hand and placed it against my stomach.

At first, there was only stillness, the garden holding its breath as we waited in anticipation.

And then, like a flutter of wings, a gentle movement stirred beneath his touch, a silent testament to the life growing within me.

Cardan's eyes widened in disbelief, his hand trembling against my abdomen as he searched for words. "How... how far along are you?" he whispered, his voice filled with awe and wonder.

I hesitated, the weight of my confession heavy on my shoulders. "Four months," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

As the realization washed over him, Cardan's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mixture of joy and regret.

He thought back to the past four months, piecing together the moments we had shared, the secrets I had kept hidden.

And in that moment, amidst the tangled vines and fragrant blossoms of the castle garden, our hearts beat as one, united by the promise of love and the hope of a future filled with endless possibilities.

[rom-e-o]

The morning after the first night Wolf sleeps over at the cottage, he wakes up in the morning naturally a little groggy and forgets where he is. So he does what he does what he usually does, lumbers to the kitchen to make himself his first cup of coffee. Yes, he does have bottoms on, but he is sans shirt, that lovely physique on proud display.

Suddenly, Wolf finds himself shirtless in a strange kitchen... surrounded by women? And he remembers he is not at home. You would think for a guy this wouldn't be a big deal. But Wolf, bless his heart, makes a little squawk and wraps his arms around himself.

There are certainly exclamations of appreciation from the girls.

*wolf whistle*

"Wowee-zowee!"

"Bloody 'ell! Bloody fuckin' fine catch, Lass!"

Wolf just gets redder and redder and feels like he's standing there forever, but really it's only a few seconds before Bess finally shakes away the surprise and rushes towards him. She gently turns him out of the kitchen and he scurries back to her bedroom to grab a shirt, Bess behind him, ushering him away.

"Hey, hey! These tits are for my eyes only! You all just back off!" Bess teasingly scolds her friends.

Back in Bess' room behind a closed door, the pair can only burst into a fit of laughter.

I’m cracking up at the thought of poor Wolf just feeling eyes on him, turning, and being SURROUNDED by women like they’re cryptids that have appeared from the forrest. 😭

Poor man is disoriented and being ogled by WOMEN. In a still unfamiliar house. And he goes red and tries to cover up! Bless his heart indeed. Bess, you never have to worry about this man getting a wandering eye. He doesn’t even like when others look at his chest - that’s for his girlfriend only!

Bess rescuing him, the girls all let out moans of ‘nooo’, ‘but they’re so nice’ and ‘c’mon, one more look!’ as she pulls him away. Of course, he laughs in the bedroom, and feels a little bit of a belated confidence boost. He gets compliments on his face often, but his body? Not many see it, and as an older man, he wonder sometimes. Thankfully Bess reminds him OFTEN of how amazing his physique is, and to have others chime in … perhaps it’s okay.

There is going to be lots of loving teasing from the ladies when he finally does emerge with some extra, um, layers up top and bottom. Bess behind him, giving the girls a ‘behave yourselves’ look.

“Well, well, look who is back!”

And one does offer him his cup of coffee that he left before, which is now at least cool enough to drink.

Once the playfulness subsides, he experiences insane hospitality. They invite him to sit while Gal makes breakfast. The paper is on the table, and they pass him the sections they figure he wants (AKA, business). Sunshine jumps in his lap and nuzzles him, and they laugh. “See? She knows a good man when she sees one!”

They tease, never take it too far.

[eris-snow]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader, fluff

Protection is second nature, always has been. Whether it’s you protecting him, or him protecting you.

I wish you would realise something is wrong. There’s been something wrong for a long ti—

“Watch out!”

Your pen fumbles out of your grip as you shove your note into your pocket.

Izuku wraps his arms around you and pushes the both of you below the window just in time as glass shatters above you.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

Izuku uncovers your head, breath heavy with wide green eyes, having protected you from the blast. You read his expression wordlessly, wheezing out a, “thank you,” as the bus occupants shriek.

You were supposed to be on your way back to U.A., worrying about the sheer amount of revision you had to complete.

They’re terrified, fear so prominently displayed as another window fragments.

You weren’t supposed to be involved in a villain attack.

There’s a speechless agreement between the both of you as you make eye contact, and then, you smile, nodding your head confidently.

It’s go time.

You race to the passengers, quickly directing them to the door as Izuku rushes to the bus driver. Reassuring them with a calm smile, your brain kicks into gear as the bus skids to a stop. “You can let them out now!” Izuku shouts, jamming the button next to the steering wheel as he gets the bus driver out of his seat.

The sliding doors burst open just in time as the bus rocks sideways, making everyone tumble out of the bus with loud cries.

What was happening out there?

You grab onto one of the handrails as Midoriya forces the bus back to stability.

What was this person’s motive?

“Go find the villain!” You tell him, looking directly at Izuku as he leads the bus driver to you. With an affirmative nod, he takes off through one of the broken windows. Thankfully, no one seemed hurt, just shaken up from the attack. One flash of your hero license alleviates some of the worry in their eyes as they thank you.

Still, you dutifully check if everyone was okay, making sure to head back in when a lady told you she’d left her purse behind. The police are coming now, handling the situation of the now broken down bus by the side of the road. “There was an attack on the bus.” You explain, flashing your hero license when they stop you.

“I’m grabbing a women’s belongings for her. Deku should be coming back with the villain now.”

Green sparks fly not so far in the distance, putting your heart at ease. Great, he was on his way back.

A foot into the bus makes you stop short. A single person is standing between shattered glass, blood pooling out of his hand. He’s in his late 20s, but he’s shaking violently with clenched fists, paying no mind to his bleeding fingers.

Had you missed someone while you were ushering the passengers out?

You swore that no one was left here.

“Are you okay?” You ask, holding a hand out to him with another practised smile. “Here, let me help you out—”

“It’s you,” he spits, eyes shielded by his raven black hair. A perplexed expression overcomes your features, eyebrows crunched together in confusion. “Excuse me?”

“It’s you,”

What—?

A flash of silver gets your hand to be retracted fast, alarm bells blaring loudly in your head as you stumble back and take on a fighting stance.

Not a civilian, not a civilian at all.

“I can’t believe it!” His dark laughter echoes through the bus as he whips the knife downward. “We flipped an entire bus and we still didn’t get you!”

Eyes wild, grin crazed.

Grabbing his arm, you twist his hand into a lock and hiss into his ear. “Who are you?” You snarl, grip firm. “What do you want from me?”

“I can’t believe you became a hero!” He cackles, slicing at your arm with flexibility you didn’t account for. He rearranges your position in a split second, slamming your head down on glass fragments. They pierce your skin and make wince, struggling as he leans in to whisper in the shell of your ear.

“You threw my brother into jail,” He growls, digging his knee into your back. “You and that crybaby green-haired boy ruined my life by taking the only family, the only person I had away from me,” He hisses, clenching his dagger harder over your head..

“Hero?” He continues, tone mocking as you struggle against him, “You call yourself a hero? You tore a life apart before you even got into middle school, brat. Tell me what’s so heroic about that?”

Okay, well that answered your question. He wants to kill you. But who was his brother? With this guy’s raven black hair and ice-blue eyes, you were sure that you’ve never seen someone like this at all—

A dagger is plunged into your shoulder blade, and all thoughts go up in flames.

Blinding agony grapples you like hot wax coating your bones, and you throw him off your body instinctively the moment black spots dance across your eyes. You bite your lip so hard you tasted blood.

He takes the knife with him, and now all you can see is red, blanketing your hands as you frantically cover your wound with a sharp inhale and a shaky whimper. “I don’t—” You grimace again, struggling to get on your feet. “I don’t know who your brother is—”

“Liar!” He refutes, machete dripping with blood. He points it at you accusingly, eyes brimming with blazing fury. “He had a powerful mental quirk that could erase people from someone’s mind on an annual occurrence. You think I knew about this? Not even the slightest hint! I only knew how he put bread on the table when he got sent to Tartarus.”

The man’s hands are shaky, smile deranged as he laughs loudly. He’s lost his mind. “You rascals were the reason I lost the one person that cared for me!”

His final words are puzzle pieces that cause your breath to hitch. In a flash, the pain in your shoulder blade isn’t the only thing that hurts. You step closer with a shaky step, voice a whisper. “Your brother took Zuku’s memories of me…?”

“And I’ll take your emotions too,” He bites back, grin feral. “My quirk allows me to shut down one emotion of my choice permanently. All I need is enough of your DNA for my quirk to take effect. I’ll make sure your eternal suffering remains eternal, and even if your precious friend gets his memories back you’ll never experience joy ever again.” He holds up his dagger again, pearly white teeth showing. “One more stabbing ought to do it, don’t you think?”

In a flash, you’re in front of him, kicking him into one of the seats of the bus and pinning him there with an arm. Anger roars through your veins, and you have to keep your emotions in check because, gosh, you want to pummel this man to smithereens.

Grabbing him by his collar, your eyes sear holes into his. “You think I asked for this? You think I wanted to get involved with your stupid brother’s mess of a quirk?” Blood rushes to your ears as you’re pushed back to the ground, back onto glass fragments on the bus floor. The villain snaps. “My brother’s quirk was the strongest—”

“So you had to shatter window panes 10 years later to prove that?” You bit back, tears welling up in your eyes. Fear had taken the back seat as overwhelming emotions of sadness and loss cause your voice to go rag. This man’s brother didn’t deserve mercy, he deserved what he got.

“You had to endanger the lives of everyone on this bus? Because of something that happened a decade ago?”

“The fact that you’re saying that means that you can’t look at the bigger picture,” He growls, the hand gripping the dagger lifted high.

He choaks out, voice pained. “You should have died in the war,”

The dagger whips down, and you brace for the explosive pain at your arm—

Green sparks knock the weight off you with a strong tackle, causing your eyes to snap open.

Izuku had arrived.

One glance at your bleeding shoulder and the tainted dagger in the hoodied guy’s hands has wrath clouding Izuku’s eyes over.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Izuku snarls, kicking the knife out of the villain’s hand. The green haired doesn’t curse, so whenever he does it’s a flashing red neon sign that he’s simmering with rage. His aura was stifling.

“So you’re the up-and-coming Symbol of Peace,” The raven-haired chuckles resentfully at Izuku, squirming, but he’s no match for One For All. “I never knew you could make a face like that—”

“How about you shut that filthy mouth of yours before I twist your arm off?” His voice is low, ice-cold. “I caught your little friend over there without breaking a sweat. If you don’t learn when to shut up, I’ll teach it to you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” The raven-haired hisses back.

“Oh yeah? Try me,” Izuku twisted his arms tighter, eyes dark. It took the villain a full 10 seconds to realise Izuku wasn’t kidding.

You wheeze, shattered glass digging into your skin. “Zuku, don’t—” Another whimper escapes you, snapping your childhood friend out of his murderous thoughts.

“You’re lucky Starlight was here,” Izuku bites out, handling him more roughly than necessary. You’re losing blood fast, and you don’t know how long you sit there with black dots dancing over your eyes until a tuff of green hair appears in your peripheral vision. “Hey, he’s gone now,” His voice is gentle, hand grasping yours. “I’ll get you to the hospital and call Recovery Girl asap, can you—”

“Zuku, there’s a woman waiting on me. Her purse is here somewhere, I need to pass it to her—”

“Not a chance,” He says firmly, carrying you as tenderly as he could manage. “I’ll do it. Just give me ten seconds,” He promises.

“W-Wait—” You tug his hand, ”Here…” You guide it into your pocket, and it makes him frown.

“Starlight, now is no time for—” He stops short when his hands seize the note. Splatters of blood are on the paper as he reads it with wide eyes of confusion. You don’t expect anything less, until a light bulb goes off in his head because it snaps to you with all the precision as a wound-up toy. Eyebrows crunched together, you look up at him with hazy eyes. What was that expression supposed to mean?

“How did you—”

The black dots consumes your vision completely, as Izuku’s voice tunes out to silence.

--

I don’t know why, but every time I’m with you, it’s a special feeling. Like a nostalgic burst even though we’ve only known each other for one year. It feels kind of silly, but I feel like we’ve met before. P.s., how did you know I was feeling like that? Do you have something to do with it?

-Izuku

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Thank you for all the Zdog content my little lesbian heart is overjoyed❤️ I was thinking it would be cute if Zdog during one of their first dates had f!human on her lap, and all of a sudden she started to purr

F!human: are you… purring?

Zdog too shocked to say anything

F!human: that’s so cuteee

*the same day after the date*

Zdog: So apparently we can purr

Recoms: tha fuck?!

Spider: you guys seriously didn’t know?

I am so happy to hear that. 🥹🫶🏻🧡🤍💗 I love seeing our lady get the attention she deserves. 🥰 Happy Valentine’s Day, my honeys! Sending you all lots of love. 💞💞💞

Flustered - Part 3

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Alicia stumbled into the barracks and dropped onto her cot, exhausted after the full day and night of trekking through the forest. She rolled her head to the side and caught a whiff of herself, and recoiled, gagging. There was no way she'd be able to sleep like this. She shot up, gathering her bag for the shower and a change of clothes, speeding down the hall past the cots of the other recoms already snoring.

She stood under the hot water until she could barely stand it and scrubbed at her hair and body until she felt clean again. The water shut off with a click and she dried off, pulling on her new clothes and shuffling sleepily down the hall. She fell onto her cot and pulled the blanket over her head, falling into a dreamless sleep.

~~~

When she woke up and checked her watch, she realized that she had slept all through the day and the sun was setting. She pulled her tablet from her bag and searched for your name in the directory. She paused, running a thumb across your picture before panicking and realizing she had accidentally started a video call. She sat up quickly, debating whether or not to end the call when suddenly, your face was on her screen.

She breathed awkwardly, grimacing and then gave you a wiggly finger wave like she had a few days prior. You paused, then burst out laughing, wiping a tear from your eye.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m sorry for laughing, you just seemed so awkward for a minute.” Her face started to fall and she looked down. “It was cute.” Her eyes snapped to yours. “I mean it. Really, though is everything okay?

Alicia nodded and then asked, “Food?”

You smirked, giving her a bit of a hard time. “I like it pretty well… if you’re asking me to go get some with you, I have a different proposal. I’ll order some from the cafeteria, you swing by and pick it up. Come to my room and tell me about your trip?”

~~~

Alicia mentally ran through the directions in her mind to get to your room and skidded to a stop in front of a door decorated with flower cut outs. She smiled and kicked twice at the door, hands filled with food bags and water bottles.

You poked your head out cautiously and pushed the door open wider when you saw who it was, ushering her in. You tried to reach up for the bags but she danced away from you, keeping them out of your reach. You crossed your arms and looked up at her.

“Hi again, Y/N. I have something for you.”

“Yes, thanks for picking up the food, so I was thinking..”

“Not this. Something else.” She put the food on the desk in your room and you eyed her curiously as she dug around in her pocket. “Aha!” she gasped as she pulled out a crystal and placed it into your palm. It was a deep purple crystal and you turned it around, warmth filling your chest as you looked at it.

“You were wearing purple the first day I saw you, and it’s pretty so I got it for you from the forest. I already checked with the scientists and they said it’s safe to touch and keep in your room. Obviously. Or else I wouldn’t have given it to you. I swear I’m not out to hurt you or anything-“

You put a gentle hand on her arm, pursing your lips to keep from bursting into giggles. You managed a small smile. “It’s really beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me.” She gave a relieved sigh and turned to the bags, eagerly pulling food out to hand to you.

You sat on the edge of your bed and she sat cross legged in the floor beside you, about eye level while you ate quietly together for a few minutes. Soon, Alicia started telling you about the scouting, how some scientists had gone along to collect samples but then the recoms had spread out the area and it was so cool to just be part of the environment as a Na’vi. She took a deep draw from her mask, out of breath from her excitement.

You smiled at her and her eyes flicked up, widening when they met yours. “What?”

You shook your head and shrugged. “It’s just nice to be around someone. It’s been lonely coming here.”

She put a gentle hand on your knee and squeezed. “I understand. Coming here was definitely not something I ever thought I would do, but when the money was offered, it was too good to pass up. And now I’m here for round 2. Never expected to die in the first place. Damn, sorry. That’s pretty dark.”

“It’s alright, Alicia.” A blush crept up her ears at the use of her name. She closed her eyes and willed her skin to return back to normal. You cleaned up the food and grabbed her hand, swinging it nervously between you. “So… what now? I want you to stay for a little while if you’re up to it.”

She scooped you up in her arms and sat against the pillows with you, settling you into her lap, handing you your tablet from the night stand. “Pick a movie?” She asked, anxious if this was too much affection too fast for you.

You leaned back against her chest, legs between hers and scrolled through your tablet to the movies downloaded. You picked a random movie, fingers trembling and set the tablet down on the bed where you could both see it. She rested her chin on top of your head and looped an arm across your body, lightly tracing her fingers against your skin where your shirt had ridden up.

You brought an arm up to squeeze her bicep and she jolted in surprise and then pulled you closer against her, nuzzling her face into your hair. Your scent overwhelmed her and she felt your cheek rest on her arm. You relaxed fully, content. Her eyes closed as she tucked her chin over your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. A squeal burst from you, causing her body to shake quietly from laughter. A pout came across your face and she gently pulled at your bottom lip with her thumb.

Your mind turned hazy and you leaned back against her, trying to relax and calm your pulse. She brought her other arm to loop around your waist, squeezing you to her. You had just started to doze when you felt a rumbling slightly jostle your body. You sat up quickly and turned to look at her. Her eyes widened at yours, nostrils flaring in surprise.

“Did you… are you purring??”

Her hands slid up her cheeks to cover her face as she leaned back against the pillows trying to hide her embarrassment. Your cheeks heated up, smiling brightly as you pulled a hand off of her face to meet her gaze. “It was cute.” You bit your lip, fighting a grin to keep her from being more embarrassed, but she pulled you close, arms wrapped around you, shifting you to straddle her hips. She cradled you against her chest, stroking gentle touches down your back until you fell asleep.

~~~

Alicia didn’t want to leave you, but she knew she had to go sleep in the barracks so she stood up carefully with you and lifted the blanket up, setting you down to cover you up. She smiled softly when you clung to her and gently detached your arms from around her waist. She smoothed your hair and walked back to sleep, a bit surprised when she saw most of the other recoms still awake.

Spider was hovering over Quaritch’s shoulder as he sat in a circle with other recoms attempting to play a card game. He turned to look at her, an eyebrow quirked up before his eyes returned to the cards. She paced quietly at the door before she exclaimed, “We can purr!”

Their eyes flew up to hers, all startled by her outburst. A few eyed her warily and some started laughing.

“There’s no fuckin’ way,” Brown said, wheezing from laughing so hard.

“No no. I am serious! It just happened!!”

Spider chimed in with, “uh, yeah? Were you guys not aware of that?”

Their heads jerked to him, tails lashing. Quaritch turned to the kid, his brows furrowed. Spider’s grin turned wicked and he reached up, scratching behind his ear. A low rumble resonated from his chest. He slapped his hand against it and looked alarmed at Spider who doubled over into laughter. The rest of the recoms fought smiles from their faces, tails twitching in amusement.

Wainfleet, deflecting the attention from his leader’s discomfort asked, “So. What were you doing when you found out?”

Zdinarsk’s face turned embarrassed and furious, she lunged at him, knocking him over while laughter reverberated through the barracks.

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The stadium buzzed with energy.. the crowd’s cheers and chants echoing through the stands. It was a crucial match and Ferran could feel the weight of the moment with every step he took on the field. The ball zipped from player to player.. the game unfolding in rapid bursts of action but his mind was clear. He was in his zone.. fully immersed in the rhythm of the game.

In the back of his mind though there was one person who grounded him amid all the noise.. her. Sitting in the family box.. his pregnant girlfriend had come to watch him play. She was just weeks away from their baby’s arrival and despite his subtle insistence that she stay home and rest.. she refused to miss the game.

“She’ll be fine” Ferran had told himself before kickoff.. trusting her resilience.

But still there was a flicker of concern in the back of his mind. He glanced up at the family box once before the game began.. catching sight of her waving and smiling down at him.. her hands gently resting on her round belly. That calmed him at least for a while.

Now /half an hour into the game/ Ferran was in full stride. He dribbled the ball past a defender, flicked it to a teammate and sprinted into space.. preparing to make another attacking run. The fans roared.. urging their team forward. Everything seemed to be clicking into place but then something unexpected happened.

A sudden commotion in the family box caught Ferran’s attention. At first he thought it was just a group of excited fans celebrating a near miss or arguing over a referee’s decision. But as he focused he noticed the movements were frantic.. much more than a mere outburst of emotion.

His heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t see clearly from his position but something didn’t feel right.

Then the announcement came. A crackle of static buzzed through the stadium’s PA system before the announcer’s voice cut through the noise.

“Attention ladies and gentlemen. We have an urgent announcement. Could player Ferran Torres please be informed that his partner’s water has broken. Medical assistance is on the way.”

For a second Ferran froze. The words echoed in his ears.. drowning out the shouts of the crowd and the thumping rhythm of the game. His pulse quickened as the realization hit him. His girlfriend’s water had broken. She was going into labor.. right now.

Without a second thought Ferran turned to the sideline.. his eyes wide and panicked. He motioned toward the bench.. urgency written all over his face. The manager and his teammates stared at him.. unsure of what to make of the situation. A moment later his manager waved him off the pitch.

The referee blew the whistle.. halting the game for a substitution. The crowd slowly realizing what was happening.. began to murmur. It wasn’t every day that a player left the field in the middle of a match for something like this.

Ferran sprinted toward the tunnel.. adrenaline pumping through his veins. His mind raced faster than his feet.. a thousand thoughts swirling around. Was she okay? How long had it been? Was the baby coming too soon? He needed to get to her quickly.

As soon as he reached the tunnel a security guard ushered him up toward the family box where a small group of medical staff had already gathered. Ferran’s heart pounded as he spotted her.. sitting in the chair with her hands gripping the armrests tightly.

“Ferran!” she gasped.. her face pale but relieved when she saw him.

He knelt beside her, taking her hand in his, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

“I’m here. I’m here” he said.. though the worry in his voice betrayed his attempts to stay calm. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“I think… I think it’s happening” she whispered with a shaky voice.

The paramedics were already preparing to move her. “We’re taking her to the hospital now” one of them said to Ferran. “You can come with us.”

Ferran nodded.. still holding her hand as they carefully helped her to her feet and into a wheelchair. The stadium was still buzzing with murmurs from the fans.. some of whom were watching the scene unfold in the family box. But Ferran barely noticed them. His entire world was focused on her and their soon-to-be-born child.

As they navigated the winding corridors of the stadium Ferran felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. Messages were flooding in from his teammates, friends, and even reporters. He quickly glanced at a few of them.

“Are you okay??”

“Good luck mate!”

“Can’t believe you’re going to miss the game for this but it’s worth it!”

A small and breathless laugh escaped him. The game was the furthest thing from his mind now. All that mattered was getting her to the hospital.

In what felt like both a blur and an eternity they arrived at the stadium exit where an ambulance waited. Ferran climbed in beside her.. clutching her hand as they sped through the city streets.. sirens wailing.

“I’m scared” she whispered.. her eyes wide with both fear and excitement.

Ferran squeezed her hand and leaning in close. “You’re going to be amazing. We’re doing this together okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded and for a moment they just stared at each other.. a shared understanding passing between them. The game, the fans, the noise of the stadium.. it all seemed so distant now. This was the real moment that mattered.

Time felt strange in the ambulance.. each minute dragging on yet everything happening so fast. By the time they reached the hospital, Ferran’s heart was racing again. Medical staff rushed them into a room and suddenly the atmosphere shifted. It was real. The baby was coming.

Ferran stayed by her side throughout it all.. holding her hand, whispering words of encouragement. Hours blurred together as doctors and nurses moved in and out of the room with calm and steady voices. And then /after what felt like an eternity/ the moment came.

A baby’s cry filled the room.

Ferran’s heart stopped for a beat. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at the tiny, wriggling bundle in the doctor’s hands. He felt tears stinging his eyes and before he knew it..they were streaming down his face.

“It’s a girl” one of the nurses announced softly.. handing the baby to her mother.

She looked exhausted but radiant as she held their daughter for the first time. Ferran could hardly breathe as he gazed at them.. his family.

The stadium, the match, all the noise..it was gone. All that was left was this moment, the most important of his life.

Ferran leaned down.. gently kissing her forehead before looking at their newborn daughter..overwhelmed with love.

“You did it” he whispered..voice shaking with emotion. “We did it.”

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In a scar through the majestic twin woods that belt Mar’s Shell, a wicked puppet has discovered shadows that are not his to claim. They wriggle and writhe in a manner too terrible, too familiar and he sets his sister’s rabid curiosity to the task of finding their source. Source she finds and, fears confirmed, the wicked puppet plans for death. But his sister’s resolve burns brighter than his brooding and she sets out in search of aid as ancient as the threat.

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Mar's life-choked Shell delayed its weary orbit and the pale burn of the Lady's Heart, ever-pulsing in its violet sky, beat faster. But it did not do so in the blush expected of a rising firstlight. It had shone in gentle hues long enough that rotation, warming the life around it in soft pinks and cool blues…and the Heart yearned to sear. And sear it did, to raging fuchsia, burning hotter with the dreams of its sleeping captive to usher in a dreaded cycle of Full Bright. Relucent heartlight swelled with the culmination of its desire. Then it burst upon all the lands and seas that stretched and clawed and sloshed within the Shell. It radiated from the Heart in jagged spears to burn up every scrap of life that dared step into its path. Harder still it shined upon the woods of the Weald, catching and spreading to scald the myriad leaves of its canopies, to scorch all but its deepest shadows.

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Would You Rather Ikepri Scenarios

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: Clavis, Chevalier, Cyran, Keith, Licht, Sariel, Yves, Luke, Jin, Leon

Genre: Shenanigans and Spicy Romance

Rating: 14+

Word count: 5

Description: Would You Rather poll result scenarios! Your faves and a couple of mine.

WARNINGS: | spicy scenarios, nothing terribly explicit | it would seem I underestimated my appreciation of introducing spice from 0-100 lmao | mxw |

Clavis

This idiot is gonna be the death of me: a timeline.

8:00 - The Kidnapping.

I blindfolded Clavis and got him to the awaiting carriage.

8:15 - Arrival (And Hasty Lipstick Reapplication).

After a… entirely uneventful carriage trip into town, we arrive at the surprise destination. A school.

8:19 - The Reveal.

To my surprise, Clavis gasps in absolute delight as the ‘Science Faire’ banner is unfurled, and the crowd is ushered into the dining hall, set up with tables and experiments everywhere. A child or two stands nervously beside each setup (none of which I could explain at a glance).

8:26 - Wow He’s Already Having Such A Good Time.

Clavis holds a little girl up to pour a concoction into a paper-mache mountain, and the gathered crowd shrieks and cheers as a fiery, foamy explosion goes off.

9:34 - My Lover’s Ego Is Irreparably Boosted.

“You’re the best, Mr Clavis!” “See mine next, Mr Clavis!” “Wow, you’re so smart, Mr Clavis!”

10:15 - Everyone’s New Favourite Prince

After going to every single table, chatting with every single child about every single science topic, we reach the end.

10:18 - The Inspirational Speech (And Intervention)

Clavis is asked to give a speech on the importance of science and being curious, improving the mind and inspiring innovations of the future. I step in quickly once the topic turns to pranks.

11:53 - The Luncheon

After a luncheon of being inundated with students, parents, and fawning teachers, we finally escape back to the carriage.

11:59 - The Long Ride Back

Another entirely uneventful carriage ride that takes the long way back… for no particular reason.

Chevalier

“I finished number three.”

“Four is on your left.” My eyes flick up to her in the jostling carriage. We’ve been reading non-stop since dawn. The northwestern territory is a long journey from the capitol, but the simpleton insisted on accompanying me nonetheless.

To pass the time, I brought a book series we recently discovered.

While I began book five, she began three. Her body showed her weariness, but her eyes showed her enthusiasm for the story. As she swayed to the motion of the carriage, her ankles crossed with mine, a smile tugged at my lips.

So this is bliss.

Cyran

“I think that’s the last of it,” he pants. “Finally.”

Behind us in an abandoned wing of the castle is a room filled to bursting with crates, boxes, glass tubes, and flasks.

The reason for our frantic gathering task: a vial found by the gardens labeled ‘Hallucinogenic Gas’.

Cyran helped me find Prince Clavis’ secret stash of illicit powders and such, and we hastily removed them to a temporary hiding place.

I lean back against the railing of the abandoned staircase to catch my breath, but the knight bolts forward. I gasp as he roughly pulls me into his arms.

“My lady! The masonry in this part of the castle is in disrepair, it might not… might not be safe.”

Suddenly realizing our proximity, he clears his throat and carefully steps back. I am grateful for the dim light of the evening to mask my furious blush.

Cyran crosses his arms and leans against the wall. “You certainly are brave to go up against him like this.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “You’re either brave or stupid to work for him like this.”

He smirks, and brushes a lock of red hair from his face. “Both, milady. No doubt.”

I am left unable to doubt the reason my heart starts to beat faster.

Keith

We lie in bed together on an oddly warm autumn night. The windows are open, a brass telescope still set up, pointed towards the stars. My nightdress is bunched around my thighs, one of which is draped over his. Keith’s large, gentle hands stroke me slowly. One on my hair, and the other on the sensitive skin of my wrist. He traces constellations there, holding me to consciousness just enough to be able to guess most of them. In the silence, we breathe together, in our own little world.

Licht

The spring breeze bends the blades of grass around us as I try to unfurl the picnic blanket. My first try, however, underestimates the power of this breeze, sending it up and over my head.

A gorgeous, heavenly, completely unexpected sound rings out - Licht’s laugh.

He helps toss it back over my head to free me, a smirk on his lips. I look up at him with what has to be a lovesick grin.

“What’s that for?”

“I love you.”

His crimson eyes widen at my declaration. Then he melts into another precious smile. “I love you too.”

He leans in towards me for a kiss, but suddenly we’re falling, sprawled in a tangle of limbs and blanket.

“Marron!” he gasps, grumbling as he quickly sits up. The beautiful horse tosses its head behind us, stamping impatiently by the picnic basket.

I can’t help but laugh. “You’ll get your carrots soon enough, goodness.”

My lover’s face twists a little. “Carrots?”

“I packed them separately, don’t worry.”

He huffs a sigh and pulls a stray leaf out of my hair. “Good. Otherwise I’d have to eat you out here instead.”

Our eyes meet, red tinting our cheeks.

“There’s always room for dessert…?”

Sariel

The padded bench in the library has evidently long been a subject of fierce contention.

There are rumours in the palace that Prince Nokto lost his virginity on this bench. Not to mention all of the maids and noblewomen who claim to have been… entertained by certain princes there.

However, considering that it was part of the palace’s original architecture, they couldn’t tear it out.

Sariel finally ordered that a compartment be opened up beneath it to store bolts of replacement fabric every time it was proven… defiled.

After one such replacement, I found the devil one early morning, asleep on that very bench he hated so much.

Surrounded by the pale silver morning light streaming in from the tall windows, he looks like something out of a dream. Seeing him looking so restful, my own tiredness is brought back to my attention.

Next thing I know, my books are on the floor, and I’m settling in next to him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” comes his sleepy response.

“Nothing, go back to sleep.”

He sighs, stretching out his legs. “This is awfully early for you to be up, anyway, isn’t it?”

“Yes. But I missed you, and I was too happy to see you here.”

His eyes finally open. Their amethyst depths consider me, wrapped around his arm. At last, his lips twist into a smirk. “I just had this fabric replaced too. Pity.”

Yves

I felt guilty, at first, using her as my personal doll. But she seemed perfectly happy, excited even, at the prospect of me choosing her outfit for the day. She put on everything I suggested, sitting obediently as I fixed her hair. She then insisted on putting on my earrings for me. Not that I know why! It was a silly thing to do, I’m sure. I am perfectly capable of putting on my own jewelry, thank you!

My lessons and chiding her on matters of etiquette have finally begun to pay off. Even her walk is improving. She looked far more the part of an elegant lady today. Naturally, after spending so much time in my presence, my impeccable mannerisms were sure to rub off at some point.

But then… she was awfully tired when we finally returned to the palace. It would have been a bother for her to stumble on the stairs on the way back to her room, so… I offered she stay in mine. And then… I offered to help her out of her jewelry. …And to brush out her hair. …Then out of her corset, and dress. Then… Oh enough already! You nosy snoop, you know exactly what happened so just get out of here already! You don’t need me to say it!

Luke

Luke’s chest makes a wonderful pillow as we lay in the grass, pitch black night all around us. The gentle breeze blows the water of the nearby pond, making a soft lulling background for our stargazing.

“There’s another one!” I point to a streak of silver in the sky.

“Hm, I wish… for more honey cakes.”

I laugh and roll my eyes. “You’ve wished for honey four times already!”

He chuckles, the sound resonating around me. “I’m running out of things to wish for! There’s too many!” He grabs my arm as another cosmic line catches his eye. “There’s one!”

“Alright, I wish for… a kiss.”

Luke freezes for a moment. “A kiss…? Alright then.”

Next thing I know, I’m sliding down his muscular torso to his lap as he sits up. Leaning down, he grins at me. “Seems kinda silly, to waste a whole shooting star wish on just one kiss.”

Our lips meet briefly, and we stare at each other. “…Should I wish for more than that?”

Something flashes in his emerald eyes, and he runs an arm beneath my legs. “I think you should.”

Jin

I grunt as I’m forced down onto the stone floor… again.

Jin huffs above me, his chest heaving a little from the exertion. “That’s another loss, kid.”

I groan, and his laugh quickly morphs into a serious expression.

“You really need to get this self defense stuff, ya know. You need to take this seriously.”

Grateful for the momentary respite, I laugh. “Hm, I didn’t think I’d have to explain to you of all people the ability to take something very seriously… while having the time of your life.”

His burgundy eyes widen, as does his grin. “Oh, having the time of your life pinned underneath me, hm? You like being manhandled?”

I bite my lip in response and have the perfect view while his mind short circuits.

He licks his, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Leaning in close, he whispers in my ear, his voice rich and deep. “Alright then, naughty thing. If you manage to get away from me three times, I’ll do all this to you naked.”

“…Deal!”

Leon

At first it sounded like a terrible idea. Who in their right mind would climb onto the roof of a castle??

And yet, I should have had more faith in him. He had found, years ago, a flat spot outside of a window on the top ministerial floor, away from prying eyes and balconies.

And so we cuddle close with his cloak over both our shoulders, a basket of snacks between us (definitely not stolen from Yves’ discarded reject batch), watching the sunset.

…Hopefully no one questions the scattered crumbs and frosting of an exploded cookie down in the courtyard.

Not by best work, but hopefully worth a smile or two~ Any writing suggestions?

[thatonegenshinsimp]

begging for thoma x reader childhood friends to lovers where he goes back to mondstadt 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Home is Where the Heart is (Thoma x reader)

Anon, the brainrot I have for him just got worse why did you do this to me ACDFRSVAXZDX!

Masterlist

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Thoma looked over at Ayato as the two of them watched the fireworks for the Irodori Festival go off in the sky, illuminating it with bright bursts of color. “Thoma, if I may ask, do these festivals ever make you miss your homeland?” He asked, looking over at him. “Oh, well, sometimes. Truth be told, I left a lot more than just my mother behind when I left Mondstadt.” he said, his mind wandering to you, one of his only friends during his time in Mondstadt. "I left a childhood friend behind back then, promising them that I'd only return once I got news of where my father was in Inazuma. However, after finding out that he was, you know, I figured I'd set down roots here, instead. Of course, I have been wanting to see them again, since they're probably waiting for me, but I never have the time, and I'm still needed here." he said, a sad smile on his face. "Hmm, well, we could leave tomorrow and take a trip there during the remainder of the festival." Ayato offered. Thoma's eyes snapped over to him as he blinked owlishly at him. "Wait, seriously?! You'd do that for me?" he asked. Ayato nodded softly, looking at him. "You say that someone is waiting for you back home, and who am I to deny you the chance to see them again. Besides, you were there for me during the time when I needed you most. This is my chance to repay you for your kindness with the utmost sincerity I can possibly offer. I want to do this for you, Thoma." he said, causing him to nod. "Are we bringing Lady Ayaka with us, then?" he asked, watching as Ayato nodded. "Yes, I'd like for her to join us as well, since she's never set foot outside of Inazuma." he said. "Understood, then we should pack, since, you know, we're leaving tomorrow." Thoma advised. Ayato only nodded. "Of course, I'll go get Ayaka, then." he said, walking off and leaving Thoma to prepare whatever he needed for the trip.

The next day, Thoma dragged his bag outside and was met with the sight of both Kamisato siblings already ready at the gates to the estate. "We've already made sure everything is squared away, all that's left is to board the Crux and sail to Liyue. We'll figure out the rest of our journey to Mondstadt from there." Ayato explained. Thoma nodded, following them to Ritou and watching as the Crux finally docked. "All aboard, our next stop is Liyue Harbor." Beidou called. Thoma, Ayato, and Ayaka boarded the ship quickly, and watched as Beidou made the last call for boarding the ship. She kicked away the ramp to board the ship, before she spoke again. "Alright, let's set sail for the Land of Commerce!" she cheered.

The long boat ride to Liyue was worth it when Thoma's feet met solid ground again. He watched as Ayato and Ayaka struggled to get back their own land legs, chuckling softly. "Gosh, it's been a while, huh? I haven't seen this place in a while." he said. Thoma looked back at the two before going back on the ship and getting their luggage. He then handed them their things as he spoke. "Come on, we've still got quite a walk ahead of us, and we're wasting daylight. I want to at least see the sunset at Stone Gate before it's too late, so we can take a break when we get there." he said, ushering them through the busy streets and through the Harbor exit. They walked until arriving at a pier of sorts, and Thoma took a deep breath before sighing deeply. "Almost home." he mumbled. Almost home in your arms. He thought to himself. He'd had a huge crush on you before he left, and had regretted not telling you ever since he held his tongue the day he left. Thoma waited until Ayato and Ayaka were done with their tea to help them with getting their things to Stone Gate. "Come on, we can stay at the inn in the city." he said, causing the two to nod. They traveled through Stone Gate and passed Dawn Winery, while Thoma told them about the history of Mondstadt that he knew. He kept walking until they got to Windrise, where he told them about the story of Vennessa.

Thoma continued telling them about the stories he knew from his childhood until they finally arrived at the gates as the last few rays of sunlight were fading over the horizon. The hustle and bustle of the city was reduced to whispers and mumbled conversation as everyone was heading home for the night. Thoma stopped by Floral Whisper and asked for a bouquet of Windwheel Asters, paying Donna when she handed them to him. “It’s customary to give your significant other your Windblume along with a handmade gift to ask them on a date.” He said, a soft smile on his face as he spoke. Thoma led the Kamisato siblings to the hotel and set the flowers on the nightstand beside his bed. Ayaka was given her own room, whereas Thoma and Ayato shared a room. There were two beds in that room, one for him and one for Ayato. He went to sleep earlier than Thoma, leaving him awake in his bed, his thoughts filled with you. He missed you, even when he was so close to seeing you again, his yearning for you was stronger now than it had ever been. He wanted to be more than just friends, he wanted to take you into his arms and kiss you, holding you as a lover would. He wanted to kiss you as a lover would, and do much less innocent things with you that only a lover would do. But for now, he just wanted to see you again. He looked at the omamori he’d made and embroidered for you, a beautiful pink cloth with orange and red flames climbing up the sides, the center a single pink cherry tree. It was beautiful, and he’d spent months making and embroidering it. The only thing he had to do now was give it to you, tied to the bouquet of flowers. He ran his thumb over the design and sighed, before rolling over to face the window. He decided that he’d find you tomorrow, and went to sleep with the notion that he would make it clear to you that he saw you as more than just a childhood friend of his that he’d left behind.

You woke up early in the morning and realized what day it was, smiling softly as you looked at the finished tassel you’d made. You had recently learned to make them, and wanted to mail it to Thoma. You’d recently been thinking of him more often, and wanted to see him again. It was a shame that he’d moved to Inazuma, but you still had hope that he’d return to see you again. You got dressed and slipped out the door, walking into town and over to the Adventurers’ Guild. Just as you were starting to speak to Katheryne about your plans for the day, a hand came to rest on your shoulder. “You mind if I change those plans?” A voice asked. You spun around on your heel and came face to face with Thoma, your eyes widening as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thoma, you’re back!” You exclaimed, your hold tightening as you embraced him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you back, before letting go after a minute. “Oh my goodness, how are you? How has your time in Inazuma been?” You asked. “It’s been good, could I talk to you somewhere maybe less out in the open for a bit?” He asked, causing you to nod. You saw two people waving to him when you looked behind him, and let him lead you to somewhere near the Cathedral.

“So, allow me to introduce you to Kamisato Ayato and Kamisato Ayaka, the Yashiro Commissioner and his younger sister. I work for them and help with keeping house over at the Kamisato Estate.” He explained, stepping to the side as the two bowed out of respect. “Ah, I heard that the Sakoku and Vision Hunt Decrees were repealed recently, welcome to Mondstadt.” You said, clasping your hands together as you spoke. “Thank you, it’s an honor to meet one of Thoma’s friends in person.” Ayato said, holding out his hand to you. You shook it, a smile on your face as you did so. “So, any plans for tonight? The fireworks are really beautiful if you see them from Cider Lake. We can go all together if you want?” You proposed. “Actually, me and Ayaka will probably be looking around for a little while longer when they go off, you and Thoma should go there together, instead.” Ayato advised. You nodded in agreement, before telling them that you had to get something from your home. After you left, Ayato spoke. “So, bad choice calling them your friend, then?” He asked. Thoma dragged a hand down his face. “Yes.” He mumbled. "Apologies, perhaps I should have said spouse, then?" he teased. "Please stop." he mumbled. "Well then, we'll leave you two alone to catch up with one another. Tell us about it later." he said, walking away and vanishing around a corner with Ayaka in tow. A few minutes later, you returned, holding a small box. "Hey, sorry it took me so long to... where did your friends go just now?" you asked, looking around and then at Thoma. "Ah, they said that they were going to check out the rest of the city together, while we play catch up, if you don't mind, that is." he said. "Not at all. In fact, I made you this, in hopes that you'd either return to Mond this year or that you'd get it when I mailed it to Inazuma." you said, handing him the small box. He opened it and smiled when his eyes landed on the tassel. He chuckled softly, before he spoke. "My gift for you is at the hotel, so I still need to get it. I'll get it for you before we go to see the fireworks, ok?" he asked, watching as you nodded eagerly. "I figured you would, you're going to love it." he said, giving you a smile of his own.

"So, have you been doing well, too?" he asked, walking with you around the city. "Yeah, I work with the Adventurers' Guild here, so I usually have commissions, but since it's Windblume, I can't really do anything since it's a tradition to make Windblume gifts by hand." you said, shrugging. "What about you? Working for the Yashiro Commissioner must be something, huh?" you asked, causing him to scratch the back of his head. "It's a bit tough at times, especially during the Vision Hunt Decree, but things have settled down since that and the Sakoku Decree have both finally been repealed. I thought that nightmare was never going to end." he groaned, covering his face with his hands. "You think that's difficult? You should see how awful it is just to go out and get a drink at Angels' Share. The drunkards there are insufferable. Thankfully, Kaeya's been a huge help with that, since drunks are apparently scared of him. I try not to ask for his help too often, since he's known for asking for favors and whatnot, but he is a good person, and I'm relieved that I'm friends with him." you said. Thoma wasn't a jealous person, but he went green with envy every time you mentioned another man sticking up for you, especially the very popular and attractive Cavalry Captain. "Gosh, it's been what, five years since you left? And yet, being with you here and now, it feels as though it's only been a few days. It's a relief in a way, I was worried that you'd changed during your time overseas, but you haven't, and I'm so glad that I finally get to see you again." you said, looking down to where he couldn't see the red that dusted your face. "Yeah, I'm glad we get to see each other again, too." he said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Come on, I have to get your gift for later tonight. We can stop and get something quick to eat if you want. Actually, you know what? I'll make it myself." he said, leading you back to the hotel and grabbing the omamori and the flowers. They looked good even now, and Thoma was grateful for that. He walked back out and handed you the box with the omamori inside, telling you to open it later. He went to Blanche and purchased a few ingredients, before going to Sara and getting some meat to cook later. He then walked with you to the spot you always used to go to together, as he discreetly hid the flowers in his bag, making sure you didn't see them. "Come on, we still have some time we can kill, and I want to see your family again. Let's go." he said, offering his hand to you and waiting for you to take it. You were a little nervous, but took it, nonetheless. After speaking to your parents for a while, Thoma saw that the sun was finally starting to sink over the horizon, and waited for you to leave before he spoke. "I was wondering, are they in a relationship?" he asked them. Your mother shook her head. "No, but we've known of your feelings for them for a while now, dear. If you make them happy, then so be it. Besides, you've been gone for so long now, and they've missed you a lot. You're not children, anymore, and they deserve someone like you, a man who will take care of them and treat them right, like you. So if you're asking about whether or not you can be with them, we don't mind." your mother said, a soft smile on her face as she spoke. "Thank goodness, that's a relief." he breathed, immediately going back to the way he was before when you got back to the living room. "Why is it so quiet? Did they say something embarrassing? I asked you two not to." you said, looking over at your parents. "We didn't do that, we were just telling Thoma here about how much you like my cooking, and how often you still visit just to try it." your mother said. "She's not wrong, it is good cooking." you said, looking over at Thoma. He looked out the window and saw that the sun was setting soon, and quickly explained that the two of you had to leave before getting his things and all but dragging you out to Cider Lake.

You sat down on the picnic blanket you'd brought with you while Thoma made dinner for the two of you. When he turned around, he held a crab, ham, and veggie bake in his hands, setting it down on the blanket and taking one of the bowls you'd brought with you. He served you first, before getting himself some of the veggie bake and sitting beside you. The two of you looked up at the stars as they lit the sky above, watching in awe as the first few fireworks went up and exploded, flashes of color lighting up your eyes and making them sparkle. "Hey, can you look at me for a second?" he asked, causing you to turn to look at him. "Yeah?" you asked. He brought out the omamori charm and handed it to you, causing you to gasp in delight. "Thoma, you made this? It's beautiful." you said, slipping the string around your wrist and smiling as you admired the design. "That's not the only reason I wanted you to look at me." he confessed. "What is it?" you asked. He brought out the Windwheel Asters, handing the bouquet to you. "It's Windblume, and as per tradition, I wanted to ask you on a proper date this time." he said, his face flushing as you took the flowers from him and stared at them. "Wait, Thoma, you like...me?" you asked, pointing to yourself. He nodded. "I understand completely if you aren't ready for a relationship yet, and I can wait, but- ack!" you tackle hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck and laying on top of him as you kept him in your embrace. "Archons, no, that's not it at all. I'm just so happy that you finally told me." you said. "Wait, huh?" he asked as he sat up, causing you to giggle. "Yeah, I knew for a while that you had feelings for me, I just wanted to wait until you said that you did." you explained. "Oh, so you knew how much I wanted to do... this?" he asked, confusing you slightly. You didn't have time to process what Thoma was saying before he was leaning in and capturing your lips with his own, kissing you passionately. You kissed him back, causing him to fall onto his back yet again. He poured his emotions into that kiss, tangling his fingers in your hair and holding you close as he poured five years worth of longing into the way he held you close and the way he embraced you with so much love. You broke the kiss for air, panting softly as your face flushed bright red. "Wow," you breathed, looking down at him. "I didn't know you were such a good kisser, Thoma." you said, leaning in and kissing him again. When you pulled away to catch your breath again, he spoke. "I know I'm from here, and that I left a while ago to find my home in Inazuma with my father, but I think that you're my real home." he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. "But you have to leave soon, and I only get you for a week." you whispered, crestfallen, "I'll visit, and if you want, you can come to Inazuma, and you can stay at my place, and we can live together." he said. "Hmm, that ladder idea doesn't sound too bad. After all, home is where the heart is, isn't it?" you asked. Before he could answer, you leaned down to kiss him again as the fireworks came to a close, held close to him and safe in his arms as you both stargazed and fell asleep in each other's arms. Ayato and Ayaka could wait, they didn't need to know where he was right now, anyway. You, however, couldn't wait. You'd waited long enough, and Thoma loved you, so he stayed like that with you in his arms as you slept soundly on his chest, thinking to himself about how lucky he was to finally have you. "Sweet dreams, my love, may your sleep be as gentle as the wind." he whispered, closing his eyes as he drifted off to sleep as well.

[hinatastinygiant]

36 | First Lady

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

After twenty four hours of practicing spells from Sebastian, you flop down defeatedly on your bed and stare up at the ceiling.

"This sucks," you sigh to yourself.

"Yeah, I know," Sebastian nods as he knocks quietly on your door. "I mean, I don't really know but I imagine it's not pleasant. Sorry for barging in."

"It's okay," you give an attempt of a smile as you sit up in your bed. "Did you need something?"

"No," he replies as he sits beside you. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

"I'll be okay. I guess I didn't realize how much I wanted this to work until now," you tell him as you swing your legs around the side of the bed and rest your head against his. "I'm sorry I made you go through all this trouble."

"Don't be," he smiles softly. "I'm just glad I got to hang out with you again."

"But," you start, biting your bottom lip. "You guys are going to be in huge trouble because of me. I shouldn't have dragged you into this."

"We'll be fine," he chuckles, placing a reassuring hand on yours. "And besides, it's worth it to spend some time with you."

"Thanks, Sebastian," you chuckle. "We've come a long way since that time in class."

"That's for sure," he nods as you pick your head up from leaning against his. The way his eyes gaze into yours, almost as if looking for an answer, makes your heart sink.

"I don't know what to do, Sebastian," you tell him.

"About what?"

"About Ominis," you breathe.

"What does any of this have to do with him?" he asks, his eyes darkening with concern. "He's not even here."

"That doesn't mean I should give up on him," you argue.

"But why? It doesn't make any sense. You can't possibly have feelings for him. You're not a witch," he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

Immediately, you stand up and glare down at him. "I'm not a witch, so what? What the hell are you trying to say, Sebastian?"

"You barely even know him anymore," Sebastian argues. "You haven't talked to him for months, and besides, you're married."

"Oh my god," you scoff, "You can't be serious right now. You know we're not actually married."

"Yeah, but," he stands up and grabs your arms, pulling you towards him. "I'm worried about you, Y/N. I'm just saying, maybe you should think about your future. If he's not willing to come to the muggle world for you then maybe you should think about moving on."

"That's not fair. You know how complicated everything is between us," you sigh.

"Well," he starts, pulling away. "I can't tell you what to do, but maybe it's time you made some tough decisions."

Just then, there's a knock in the distance. You immediately turn your head in the direction of the sound. Someone is at your front door. "Couldn't be Black, could it?" you whisper.

"Doubt it'd be him to make the trip. Maybe it's Weasley... Shit," Sebastian grumbles as you both share a worried look.

You hurry to the front door, peeking through the peephole and spotting the familiar face of Ominis. Your heart skips a beat and you feel like you're going to burst from happiness.

"What are you doing here?!" you gasp as you swing the door open.

"I came to check on you," Ominis replies, his voice dripping with concern.

You can't help but smile widely as you throw your arms around him. "Come in," you usher him inside.

Ominis enters, hand in hand with you. Garreth and Sebastian approach and greet him. "It's good to see you, Ominis," Sebastian nods.

"Are you serious? This is really what you've been doing?" Ominis shakes his head.

"What do you mean?" Garreth asks.

"Sneaking out of school, breaking into the ministry-"

"But you helped them," you suddenly interrupt. "How can you be upset if you're the one who gave them those hairs for the Polyjuice?"

"Is that what they told you?" he scoffs. "More like they attacked my father when he came to visit and then never explained themselves."

I'm such an idiot, you think to yourself. How could I have believed them?

"Aren't you going to ask if it worked?" Sebastian then rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he waits for you to wave the wand and use magic.

"But-" you begin before Sebastian covers your mouth with his hand.

"Shh," he shushes. "He should be the one to ask."

Ominis pauses for a moment and seconds feel as though they're stretching out into hours while you watch Ominis' lips part. "Is there somewhere we can talk, Y/N?"

"We'll go," Garreth nods at Sebastian. "C'mon. We'll be in the next room if you need us."

"Listening, no doubt," Ominis shakes his head, thinking he had been whispering too low for anyone to hear as they walk off.

You sigh as you sit down on the couch and stare at the wand in your hands. You think back to the conversation you just had with Sebastian. But now Ominis is here instead, sitting beside you.

"I didn't know if I'd ever see you again," you finally break the silence.

"Y/N," he starts, his hand reaching out for yours. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I'm sorry I let things get so far."

"What do you mean?"

"I was worried my father would hurt you if I showed up," he confesses. "I didn't want to cause you any more pain from showing up, Y/N. But after those two idiots came here, I knew I couldn't stay away."

"You should've come earlier," you nudge him in the arm jokingly. "We could've used the support."

"You could've," he agrees. "But I wasn't ready to face you yet."

"Why not?"

"Because it's been months. I thought, since you never sent your owl, you didn't want to hear from me."

"What?!" you gasp. "So you hadn't been receiving them? Dammit, I knew something was wrong. Ominis, I had been sending you letters. I just didn't get a response, so I stopped."

"Really?" he asks, a spark of hope filling his entire body.

"Yeah, I sent you so many. I didn't know what happened..."

"I bet the headmaster was making sure nothing could pass between any of us," he nods. "By the way, how did Garreth and Sebastian's plan go?"

"Well, we got the elixir, if that's what you mean," you reply, chewing the inside of your cheek. You wish more than anything you could tell him that you can use magic, but unfortunately, that's not what fate had decided for you.

"So then it didn't work," he says with a disappointed sigh.

"No."

Without another word, Ominis wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him. He rests his chin atop your head and closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of having you close to him once more.

"I've missed you," he whispers.

"Me too," you say, resting your head against his chest and allowing the comfort of his presence to wash over you. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he responds without hesitation. "You don't need magic for me to love you, Y/N."

Your heart leaps with joy at hearing those words, and it takes every bit of willpower you have not to burst into tears. It feels like an eternity has passed since the last time you've seen him.

"I know," you nod. "And I'm sorry. For everything. I don't think I could ever truly understand the hardships you went through just to come see me. But I'm really happy you came."

"I am, too," he smiles softly. "I couldn't stand being away from you for a second longer."

Serpents and Roses