#but never bothered to make the onyx until now

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Set my inner dragon aside for a moment and made myself one of the rarer crafted mounts in World of Warcraft: The Jeweled Onyx Panther

[muntitled]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

→ Mingyu x Fem!reader

→ Summary: "If you wanted me to get you pregnant so bad, all you had to was ask."

→ Warnings: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Businessman au, Humour, Slight!Body Dysmorphia, Insecurities, Workaholic!Reader, Shy!Reader, Slight Male Manipulation, Slight!Angst, Smut (+18), Semi!Public Sex, Slight Coercion, Needy!Mingyu, He Whimpers, Pervy!Mingyu, Corruption Kink, Desperate Sex, Massive Breeding kink, Mingyu has a choking kink, and a Praise kink, Slight!Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex

Mingyu likes getting choked, pls argue with the wall

The dollop of heat in your stomach steadily grew into a pool of molten lava throughout the duration of the award ceremony. The entire televised event was supposed to be in celebration of your husband and the diligence he has extended to the company for all of 2 decades.

Instead, most of the evening is spent nursing your anxiety with a flute of champagne, while you attempt to not sweat through your very expensive makeup under the heat of multiple strobe lights.

Mingyu, sitting at the table beside you serves as your only anchor, keeping your feet planted firmly to the ground while the rest of the table exchange pleasantries involving baby pictures and ultrasounds.

The dread in your stomach only multiplies.

You've been made privy to how they speak about you and your husband behind gloved hands in hushed whispers. A husband who has had to be burdened with a wife whose internal clock was no match for the importance of a career. Perhaps they thought you were too self important and too driven. Perhaps that explains why you were always invited to events out of courtesy and never out of true interest. Perhaps-

"Stop that." Mingyu's voice travels to your ear at a low and conspiratorial baritone while the rest of wives and husband at the table talk animatedly.

"Stop what?" You ask while Mingyu draws your attention to his hand now resting on your thigh underneath the table.

"Don't play with me. I can tell when you're overthinking," He says, letting his palm brush over the sequins of your pitch black dress. It matched his all black suit to rude perfection, truly making you believe you were the best dressed couple in the whole event. "If you're gonna be thinking about something, I'd rather it be the likelihood of me eating you out in this dress after we're done."

His words succeed in dragging your thoughts away from the happy couples and their happy families and you meet his eyes and the amusement swimming within them.

"Is sex really all you think about-"

Mingyu answers your question by suddenly grabbing a hold of your hand and forcing your palm over his lap until your palm is lightly grazing the bulge forming there.

"Let's hope this ends soon so we can get the fuck out of here." The rest of the event was spent with you, staring down at the table in a mindless, lustful daze while Mingyu still guided your palm up and down the bulge in his pants. It was conspicuous enough for it to look like his hand was simply resting atop yours, if anyone really got particularly nosy. Luckily, everyone else was too drunk on overpriced soju to recognize Mingyu's forced self pleasuring while he took casual little sips from his glass intermittently.

You were both relieved once it was time to go home.

This inability to adapt into the upper echelons of housewife society had not bothered you initially and it certainly did not bother your husband. In fact, someone as aloof and optimistic as Mingyu was seldom concerned with the matters of holding face for a backwards capitalistic society.

"If we weren't rich I thoroughly believe we would be those 'eat the rich' people." Mingyu announces as he trails into the bathroom behind you. The overhead lights bathe the bathroom's onyx accents in a dim light, successfully relaxing you and easing the bundle of knots that had built up in your shoulders.

Mingyu seems equally pleased to be back home, kicking off his Abercrombie loafers and watching them fly into a corner while he undoes the buttons of his jet black dress shirt. His tall frame is hunched over as he wraps his arms around your stomach, allowing you to lead him to the bathroom sinks with heavy footsteps like a 187 centimetre baby.

You, of course, do not object when he pushes his head into the space between your neck and shoulder as you begin to brush your teeth. If the award ceremony was as draining for him as it was for you, then this truly is the first moment he is able to let himself go the entire day.

"I think we can still be those 'eat the rich' people because it's not like we're rich by choice, right?" Seeing your husband constantly run the risk of impending communism would be amusing, were it not for the sour taste still present in your mouth from the work event Mingyu had just taken you too.

"At least you got to watch me in my element-" He grumbles against your skin before begrudgingly peeling himself off of you to make his way to his side of the bathroom,

"Ugh," Mingyu groans with exaggeration as he commences with his skin care, "You literally got to watch your sexy and talented husband accept a corporate award in a room full of people. I'm so jealous of you,"

"Ugh, I know!" You nod back, "Jihoon looked so good on that podium. Remind me to send him a message later." You evade Mingyu's deadpan look through the oval shaped mirror as you continue to brush.

"On a serious note, Gyu, I'm glad you had fun while I was being forced to entertain those industry housewives." You momentarily stop your brushing, "I'm thoroughly overwhelmed by ultrasounds!" You exclaim frustratedly through a gurgle of toothpaste. The very thought of those women shot your blood pressure to hell.

Their idealistic lives and their idealistic vaginas that could somehow push out a steady stream of babies before snapping back as if nothing ever happened. Business as usual.

Meanwhile, your body threw a tantrum the very second you even had a vague thought of eating something outside the bounds of your diet.

Mingyu adored every part of you - you know this - but that nauseating feeling of inadequacy always crept up on you in moments of weakness.

You sigh, "I think those women have magical vaginas."

"Hey." Mingyu says, patting down his face, "All women have magical vaginas but you especially."

You swiftly ignore him and continue your furious brushing as you say, "Every single day it's 'This one is pregnant!' 'This one wants to get pregnant,' 'This one is trying to get pregnant!'" You rant, completely oblivious to the way Mingyu watches you through the mirror as you continue.

"'I'm not quite sure when it became socially accessible for couples to just air out their breeding kinks to the public-" an ungentlemanly snort escapes through Mingyu's mouth and he pauses to shake his head and compose himself.

"I'm ultra-sounded out!" You exclaim, finally bending over to spit out a wad of toothpaste. In your periphery, Mingyu watches you with that passive look of contentment and unwavering adoration that almost never seems to leave his face in your presence.

Despite his overly humorous tendencies at times, Mingyu also harboured the habit of reading in between the lines - he had to, not only for his job but for his romantic life as well. Being blessed with a shy partner meant Mingyu had to dig just a little deeper past the veneer of everything you say, to get just a little closer to what you actually meant.

Your shyness and stoicism is what initially drew him to you in the first place. Always beating around the proverbial bush to protect your most sacred dignity and independence. It was always a struggle for Mingyu but it turned him on way too easily to picture his put-together, independent little wife needing him in a way she might not even know.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask quietly, lifting your head before reigning your braids into a ponytail.

"How am I looking at you?" Mingyu asks in a voice way too husky to harbour any sense of professionalism.

"Are you seriously turned on right now?" There is no use in denying it because Mingyu knew you could read him like an open book. There's a soberness that hits him when he's turned on.

He jokes less than usual and assumes a more… slutty disposition that neither him nor you have ever been able to tame. Mingyu rubs the excess cream into his hands before leaning against the marble countertops. He watches you with a small, dangerous smirk that sends a flurry of butterflies swimming the pits of your stomach.

"If you wanted me to get you pregnant so badly, all you had to do was ask." His sentence bulldozes through the silence, steals the air right out of your lungs and nearly sweeps your feet out from underneath you. The world practically spins for a second but you grapple desperately onto your sensibilities for your sensibilities are one of the very few things you can arm yourself against your husband's slutty seduction.

"I think I could've squeezed you into my busy schedule," He chuckles lightly before stepping forward.

Almost automatically you step backwards, which evidently gets Mingyu way too excited. He raises his eyebrows with a slight before he's closing the distance between the two of you with 2 wide strides.

The light pouring down from the ceiling suddenly feels too warm, and the air feels like you've teleported to a crowded bazaar in the centre of the desert. You refuse to make eye contact with Mingyu, looming over you. You only splay a hand against his chest as you attempt to chuckle.

"You're being ridiculous." You say, "If you need to cum so bad, use your hand."

"Nah," He shakes his head without ever breaking eye contact, "That would be a waste, wouldn't it?" Mingyu's eyes frantically search your features for the same traces of lust so shamelessly displayed across his own visage. His lips are parted with his quiet breathing. "Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

It felt like a betrayal on everything you held dear, admitting that the idea of him cumming inside you with the purpose of getting you pregnant turned you on. It felt like a betrayal on your career and your goals and aspirations.

However, Mingyu's sensibilities are completely clouded by unshakeable lust. He is so easily stimulated by every single thing about you, the softness of your body, the familiarity of your scent and the mental image of seeing you actually pregnant with his child. It has him pushing you further against the bathroom wall until the coolness of the stone sank steadily through your night dress.

Mingyu's hand immediately rips the offending article of clothing, pushing your night dress up slowly and feeling his own cock ache at how you silently comply.

"It's really easy, baby. I just need you to tell me you want me to cum in that little pussy of yours and I'll do it. Just wanna…" Mingyu's incoherence during states of exceptional lust always succeeded in making you absolutely wet. He became an insatiable, talkative and blubbering mess.

"...Just wanna make you happy," His breathing picks up almost as easily as yours, and inside himself, Mingyu releases a shotgun prayer that you want this just as bad as he does. He hopes your mind has been flooded with the exact same fantasies of him, sliding his bare cock into your soaking cunt. Him ramming into you and finishing inside of you and-

"Ah- fuck," He hisses, unable to get your panties down all the way before he's letting his fingers drift across your slippery folds. "Look at how wet you are, baby. You really do want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy, don't you?"

Mingyu's cock twitches uncomfortably in his pants while he drifts his fingers over your puffy clit, pulling a strangled moan from your throat.

"Feels good, baby?" He whimpers before slotting his hips between your legs. Mingyu's breath is warm against the side of your face as he continues to rub infuriating circles on your clit. "I can make you feel even better baby… if you let me fuck you, I can make us both feel good, yeah?" He's a whining mess - you both are as your hips move in tandem against his hands.

"Fuck, baby I need you to tell me you want this. I need you to tell me I can throw away the condoms, that I can cum inside you-"

"F-Fuck, Daddy," Your slip-up would've gone perfectly unnoticed, were it not for the heavy, almost oppressive silence between the two of you in the bathroom. Mingyu's ears perk up like a puppy that had just heard his favorite word, and he pulls himself away to gaze deeply into your eyes with adoration and awe. Mingyu's pink lips hang open as he scrambles back up to his height. He cups your cheeks with both hands, and you lean into his warm calluses as his thumbs rub gentle circles on your cheek.

The kiss he leaves on your nose is delicate and romantic.

The perfect calm before the proverbial storm.

Mingyu then nods slowly as he says, "Well now I'm definitely going to fuck you," the conviction and the bass in his voice urges a pathetic whimper through your lips and you're left to comply limply as Mingyu places a palm on your exposed thigh. He lifts you up until your leg is locked firmly around his hip and he's almost perfectly slotted between your bare legs. The feeling of having him so close to you, in such a starkly intimate position leaves you both momentarily speechless and you're watching each other as if terrified of breaking this spell of lust.

Mingyu is deliberate in his actions as he moves his hand to pull his cock out of his pants, all without breaking eye contact.

"Don't play with me like this, baby," it's the most serious he has ever been, and your back is almost moulded to the wall as Mingyu lines the tip of his aching cock to your dripping cunt. "I was literally so close to cumming in my pants, so if you're playing with me right now-"

"Mingyu," your voice is airy as you push your hips forward, taking initiative, as you always did, until the head of his cock was prodding your entrance. He shivers greatly before stealing a glance down at his cock entering you so swiftly, before he gazes deep into your eyes once more.

"If you want me…" Mingyu whispers as he fully sheathes his cock inside you, overcome by yet another violent shiver. "Baby, you have me."

The first thrust is nearly cataclysmic and he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot. Seeing him so incredibly turned on, so ready to burst at the seams has your cunt clenching around him, pulling him deeper and deeper until his gigantic cock was stretching your cunt to what felt like its limits. That second thrust completely drains him of all his composure and soon Mingyu's fucking you relentlessy into the wall as if he both hated you and loved you and did not know which was which.

Your mouth hangs open as you watch him absolutely ravage you. His dark eyes are hooded with lust and he's babbling his incoherent sentences while his long, messy hair brushes over his cheeks. He is absolutely fargone as he thrusts his hips into you, while his other hand is stationed against the wall above you. "Thank you for letting me do this, baby," he damn near whimpers as he pushes himself harder and faster into you, unable to stop the neediness from sinking into his tone. "Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"You're doing so well baby" You whisper, causing his hips to stutter against yours while a pained moan releases itself from your throat.

Your mouth is still hanging open and Mingyu takes the opportunity to dip down and crash his lips onto yours. The kiss is furious and desperate and you realise this is exactly what you love about him. You appreciate how easy it is to please him, how unashamed Mingyu is of displaying his emotions. He is loud and passionate and it drives you absolutely insane.

"Fuck-I'm close," He breathes, as he peppers kisses along your face. His hand squeezes desperately at your breasts as he pants in your ear. "Tell me to cum inside you- pleasepleaseplease,"

You are operating purely on the lust distributed from Mingyu's incessant whining and whimpering until an idea strikes you so vividly you almost wonder why you had not done this before.

In between your feverish panting and Mingyu's ravaging motions, you delve your head into his hair before peeling his face away from you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion before you slither your hand down to lock your palm around the his throat. Your hand doesn't fully enclose his neck but you succeed in adding pressure, causing the man before you to roll his eyes into the back of his skull in absolutely ecstasy-

"Oh fuck-I'm cumming-" his body spasms before you in a euphoric daze, quickly triggering your own orgasm as you continue to choke him and move your hips in tandem with his cock.

"Fuck, oh fuck!" He swears as he clamps his hand around your thigh as if begging to spread you wider, to push in deeper until he's filling you up completely with his load. It's messy and so wildly intimate, you're both lost in the crevices of your own respective pleasure. How anyone could make someone feel as completed as you two currently feel is so unimaginable, you both struggle to find the words. Mingyu is a panting mess above you while you attempt to ease your runway heart.

It strikes you then that you're perhaps afraid, now that the lust has cleared that the post nut clarity might rid him of his earlier statements.

All you do is watch as he places another kiss on the tip of your nose before easing his cock out of you.

"I'll run out to buy Plan B tomorrow. You don't have to -"

He shushes you almost immediately as he pads over the bathroom sink. Mingyu hums softly as he ruffles through the medicine cabinet until he finds what he's looking for. All you can do is watch as he dumps the entire contents of your birth control pills down the toilet. He never breaks eye contact, only maintaining a wide slightly manic smile.

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[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart XII

"Do it again! Do it again." I ask giddy watching Enith with a wide smile.

She gives me a look before shaking her head with a small smile, I sat criss cross across from her on the bed as she sat with her legs dangling off the bed. She moves her hands slowly, I turn my eyes to the object she had laid on the bed between us. A shell. A coin. And a red onyx stone. I watch with a small smile as each one slowly floats off the bed, I glance at enith as she focus on the objects in front of her. I look back at the object as they start to slowly dance as the spin in a circle.

When Enith came to my chamber with a conflicted look on her face, I thought the worst, I was worried and I didn't waste time asking her what was the matter. The last thing I thought she ever tell me was that she was a witch, well a red priestess apparently, I never heard of anyone like that before. When she first revealed her powers I was shock, and a little bit afraid, until the shock and fear finally wash over and I was elated. I always knew she was different, I just didn't know how didn't she truely was.

Enith let out a exhaust sigh as the objects dropped back to the bed, like before.

"I'm sorry," She said rubbing her temple with her figners, "I haven't use my abilities for so long, I forget how much it takes out of me." She explains.

"How old was you when you discovered your...abilities?" I asked curious.

"Since I was nine," she drop her hand to her lap, "I found out when I accidentally set my papa's barn on fire." She chuckle softly making me smile.

"You say your not a witch but a red priestess, what is that?"

"Well, I'm not a red priestess, yet. The red priestess are loyal servants to R'hllor, the lord of light, he is where we get our power from. Once I go back home to finish my studies, I, too, will be one. "

I frown.

"When must you go back?" Enith shrugs her shoulders.

"My sisters have yet to say, but do not fret, I was close to finishing back at Maegonsæte. If they ever call me home, i will be back no more than a month later." I nod my head slowly at her words, feeling a bit grateful.

"Well, let's hope soon, I would rather you do it now than later." I smirk slolwy creep onto my lips, "Maybe, once you come back, you can turn aemond and alicent into slimy toads."

"Mmm, I don't think I can turn someone into something they already are." We share a look before erupting into chuckles.

Enith got off the bed to move around the room to pick scattered clothes off the floor, I watch her as I lean against the headboard.

"I am happy that you finally told me, it means you trust me and that means a lot." Enith turns around with arm full before putting on the table in front of her to fold, she gave eyeroll as she start folding.

"I trusted you long before thus," she looks up at me.

"I know I just wanted to hear you said it," Enith snort looking away with a shake of her head as a smile grace her lips faintly, "I love that we could do this," I state making her glance up feom the task at hand to watch me, "That we trust each other so much to keep each other secrets, I'm happy that I talked aemond out of dismissing you." I smile blissfully, relaxing with a peace of mind.

It felt like a while since I had that, my life was alright, I didn't feel as stress or depressed like all those moons ago. I wouldn't say things gotten better with Aemond and I, maybe more civil I dare say, but I keep a firm line between us, we can be friends and we can fuck but we will never be romantically involved. And of course, in one ear and out the other, I think since River's departure, aemond had been spending even more time with me. I think this the first time in a while since he haven't been here, bothering me.

"As am I." Enith sighs, I blink twice putting focus on my friend as I tense Enith's anxiousness, "But, there is another reason I told you, what I am." I furrow my brows as she looks up at me.

Enith put the last folded clothing to the side before walking around the table, I move my arms to cross over my chest as I wait for her to explain herself. She stopped at the bottom of my bed with a nervous glint in her eye, I bite the inside of my cheek worried.

"What do you mean?" I finally ask, enith sigh again fidgeting with her fingers.

"I have...seen something." She said low with a dip chin.

"If it's about Aemond and Alys--" I started, but stopped when she looked up at me and shook her head.

"No, nothing about them, it's about you and aemond." I furrowed my brows, I moving to get off the bed.

"Okay," I draw out, "What about me and aemond." I asked, looking at Enith as she watch me warily before I stood in front of her, she played with a ring on her pinky for a moment before she begin to speak.

"I am so sorry that you have to found out this way, but maybe it is good that you found out like this rather than it creep up on you--"

"Enith, your rambling," I step close grabbing her hands stopping her from fidgeting with the fingers, "Please, whatever it is, just tell me."

Enith purse her lips as she swallow, after a second she let out a soft sigh and squeeze my hands.

"I sense it days ago, your aura was pure white as if you were glowing..." she looks up at me, "It wasn't until the night of the feast did I fully sense it...him..." I follow her gaze as it landed on my stomach, "A vision of a boy, it was hard to see him at first but I knew it was a boy, I could make out  his small form from afar. When he finally faced me. His skin was sun kissed like yours and his features was soft. He looks so much like you, princess."

My hands slipped from enith's grasp, I step back not looking at her. I didn't know what to say, I turn my back to her, my hand going to my stomach.

"Can you tell me how long I am?" I ask, my hand turning to clench at my stomach.

"I-I think but it is hard to say--"

"Just tell me, please. " I beg feeling my eyes start to burn.

"Two, maybe three months."

I covered my eyes with my other hand as I dug my nails into my stomach, I shook my head thinking and thinking before letting out a sob.

"...princess."

I shook my head hearing Enith come up behind me, I felt her hand on my back making me move away.

"Please, don't touch me, right now I can't..." I move back to my bed to sit, I lean forward with my head in my hands, "This can't be happening, it can't."

It was too soon, It felt like it was too soon I only lost visenya eight moons ago, but it still felt like some sort of betrayal to her. I made a deal with Aemond that once winter end we could try again, at the time it was a good enough plan, I didn't have to worry about his insufferable mother hounding me not with Aemond keeping her away and I didn't have to feel pressure about producing a heir. What I didn't plan was Ser Krey.

"I am sorry, jaenara. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut," I sniff hearing Enith walk near me again, "I should have never open my mouth, oh please, my lady, please do not cry I can not bare to see you this way." I sniff again, lifting my head a bit to wipe my nose on the sleeve of my robe.

"I-It is not you, Enith. It is me...and my stupidity."

"Nonesense, your highness. Do not speak about yourself in such a way--" I shook my head angrily and look up at her.

"No, you don't understand." I said making her look at me with confuse look," I do not know who the father is."

Enith's bemused expression twisted into a look of shock, I look away from her putting my head back in my hands.

"Jaenara--"

"I can't have this child, not when I know how Alicent is, she will find out, and when she does she will use all her power to convince Aemond to get rid of him. To send him to the wall." I look at Enith again, "We can't let that happen."

"We won't, m'lady. Your son will be save." I nod my head.

"Yes, I know." I stood up before making eye contact with Enith, "Because you will take him away, far away from here," A look of panic passed through Enith's face," Once he is born, you will take him to my aunt and have him raise there at Dragonstone."

"Princess, I can't."

"Yes, you can. Your the only person who can." Enith stare at me speechless, she teeter away from me, "Enith, I know this is a lot to ask of you." Enith snort catching me off guard for a second.

"You think." She looks back at me, "Jaenara, I can't just take your child and give it to Rhaelle, that would be kidnapping and I could be put to death."

"That is only if you get caught, which I know you won't not with your abilities." Enith sigh with a shake of her head.

"Still, jaenara, don't you think this is all a bit rash."

"No, if my son is taken from me, he will no doubt be given to the Night's Watch. Aemond will not claim him as his own, his pride will not let him." I make my way to Enith, I hold my hands out for her waiting a moment before she place her hands in mine, "I am alone here. All I have is you and ser krey, I need you to promise me that you do this." Enith swallow glancing away.

"It must be another way we can--"

"It isn't. Aemond will send my child away if there's one little detail of him that he isn't his, and I will be back locked away from the world again." Enith looks back at me with a look in her eye.

"Can you truely say for certain that Aemond will take your child away," I furrow my brows taken back, "He claims that he loves you, now with River's gone, his attention is back to you and from what I heard. It seems river isn't the object of his affection anymore," I scoff at her.

"That may be true, but she like come back, she always do and when she does I will be cast aside once again--"

"But, you don't have to be, my lady." I purse my lips staring at her curious, "You been treated so badly for so long that you forget that you have power within these walls, Alicent may have spies but the knights serve only one house. Yours." I look away from her, "Let's say you are right that his affection for you dies and goes back to Rivers if she returns, but do you know how Rivers control Aemond?" I look back at her with narrow eyes.

"How."

"She used his love for her to get what she wanted, but ever since visenya's death, it seems he have fallen out of love for the whore." I chew my lips in thought.

"So, all I must do is sleep with him to control him?" Enith shook her head.

"No, that was River's mistake, whores believe fucking is the only way into a man's heart. You must show him your own heart for him to be smitten to you." I let go of her hands at what she was himting at.

"You want me to pretend to love him, so i can control him." Enith gives me a look.

"That is the only way to assure your son stays with you, his love for you could blind him from your son's misplace feature and even claim him as his own." I shook my head slightly in thought.

What she was saying sounded like a sound proof plan, but it sounded too good to be true. I have learn by now things aren't as easy as it seems, and what if it backfires in my face.

"Enith, I don't think I can--" Her hands went to my arms, I look at her as she gives me a reassuring look.

"Do you trust me?" She ask, i look at her mildly taken back before nodding.

"With my whole heart." Enith smiled at me before placing her hands on my cheek.

"Then, trust me when I say thus, aemond loves you and if you show him a little flicker of it, he will be devoted to you and only you. Your doing this for your son, jaenara." I lick my lips before nodding.

Enith's squeeze my arm before letting go, she moves away from me and collected the folded clothes and her hands before facing me again.

"I have to go clean these, I'll be back later, okay?" I nod stepping back and going to my bed.

As enith walks towards the door, I get under my covers resting my hand over my stomach.

"Jaenara." I glance at her, "You must remember that you have the blood of the dragon in you, do not make them think you don't. That bastad whore has nothing on you, princess." A small smile creep up to my lips making give a curt nod.

"Thank you, Enith." The handmaid bow her head. 

"Of course, m'lady."

I watch her turn and leave, I sigh turn to lay on my back, my hand rubbing up and down my stomach in thought. Who do I tell first, my husband or my lover, should I even tell ser krey that i am possibly carrying his child, what if he wants to be part of his life? I can't have ser krey and aemond fighting for my affection and that of my child without fearing them kill each other over me.

I sigh out a exasperated sigh.

"What an dauting situation we are in, little one." I whispered.

[climbthemountain2020]

Love You Like Oxygen - Chapter 7

Part 7/7 | Ao3

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time

Alanna sat in the windows of her rooms, her skin and bones and muscles aching from the past week.

Things had become bad. Beron was becoming increasingly agitated as his paranoia grew. There had been at least three attempts on his life in the past few months, and all had come far closer than anyone else in the last few centuries. He was right to be paranoid, and her hope grew exponentially each time, despite her knowing better than to dream.

Alanna knew, deep down, that Eris was behind it. She knew that he could never tell her for fear of putting her at risk, and as much as she wished she could protect him, this was a bit of closure he needed for himself.

But she hated to let that small seed of hope bloom within her again, especially after the other night. The beheading of the dryad had been nightmarish–the worst thing she’d seen in a long while. The purple blood had bloomed across the floor of the dining room, Eris’ pain evident in his eyes, and his fear for Tilly palpable within the room. Alanna had been so sure Beron was going to kill Tilly in his rage, and she’d hoped and prayed to gods she’d long since ceased believing in to save her.

Alanna loved Tilly. She was everything that Alanna had wished she herself had become. Despite playing her role in front of Beron, she’d seen the spark in her, seen the absolute adoration that she and Eris had for each other that they struggled to hide in public. Maybe it was just mother’s intuition, but she had been sure she’d smelled the faintest new presence on the wind in passing the other day.

She wanted, more than almost anything else, for them to have the happy ending she’d been robbed of for so long. Eris deserved it as much as she did, and she could tell he and Tilly loved each other very much. Alanna knew how dangerous hope was, knew how much it had thwarted her joy the last 500 years, but it was impossible to ignore the notion that this was the closest she’d been to freedom since she’d been sold. Attempts were actively being made, and she hoped they wouldn’t stop until they were successful.

Unfortunately for her, this unending wrath and paranoia had been taken out, as always, on her. She was sore, covered in bruises, and exhausted. Every night, Beron had come to take his rage out on her, not even speaking in her presence anymore. He would come in the night, not bothering to be quiet, not-so-secretly hoping that the terror of it would seep into her veins and make the experience better for him. She would pretend because she knew it was what he demanded and expected, but the terror had long since evaporated into mostly grief and rage.

She had been thrilled to hear he would be gone for a time. That’s where time found her now, sitting in her room, working on a blanket and humming to herself, enjoying the smallest bit of peace in knowing she wouldn’t be disturbed tonight.

A knock sounded on the door and Alanna almost groaned in frustration. It was long past dinner–couldn’t she have a single night of peace? Who could possibly even be knocking at this hour?

She threw open the door to find Aradnus, Beron’s horrible second, there in the hall. She hated the male with every fiber of her being. He was fairly young, younger than her, at least. He was handsome, too, and he knew it. He used that fact to his advantage often. He wasn't shy about the stories people spread about him. In fact, he seemed to revel in the fact that people talked about how handsome he was, how good in bed, and how dangerous he could be. His cold, unfeeling eyes of endless onyx were unsettling to her, and his penchant for violence made her sick. He was a perfect second for her horrid husband.

“Hello, Alanna.” His grin reached ear to ear. “Have you seen Matilda?”

“Matilda? No, not tonight, why?”

“I was wondering if she’d been able to help you?”

“Help me? With what?”

“Nothing at all, my lady.” He smiled ferally. “Have a wonderful night.”

He turned on his heel to leave, walking off down the dark hallway. Alanna was both worried and confused, wondering if she might have given away some great secret she didn’t know she was keeping.

She shut and locked the door, going so far as to push a great set of drawers in front of them.

That night, she didn’t sleep.

++++

The Forest House had been disturbingly quiet, and Alanna was unnerved. It wasn’t as though the halls were typically boisterous, but this silence was haunting, uneasy, and filled with malevolence. Alanna thought it wise to stay by herself and not invite trouble, so she’d called for all her meals to be delivered to her rooms, a single staff member at a time, and no cleaning until Beron returned. She knew she was being paranoid, but something felt off. She was forsaking even the garden, looking out her window night and day for signs of something amiss.

If someone had asked her what it was, she couldn’t have pinpointed it, but her magic was restless in her veins. After nearly 600 years of life, she’d learned to listen. Alanna felt herself tempted to reach out in the bond, as she often did when she felt worried or nervous. Even feeling it there, listless as it was, she always moved to caress it like a comfort object. She refrained. If there was unrest here, it would be more than unwise to get Helion involved.

Part of her wondered if it might make sense to leave her rooms to go find Tilly and have the two of them isolated together. If something was truly wrong, surely that would be safer. She opened the door tentatively, just the smallest bit, but then thought better of it and slammed it back closed. Her magic was barking at her to lay low, to not make waves, to keep herself safe, but the restless feeling would not leave her be.

She sat in the window seat, book in hand, hoping that the evening Autumn ambience would soothe her a bit, but she couldn’t focus for a moment. Suddenly, she registered the shouting outside. Through the fogged window, she could see soldiers running, holding weapons. Fires were being lit, and the shouting intensified. She could hear running feet in the halls now, as she sprinted to the doors, bolting them and shoving the drawers in front of them again.

She didn’t make it in time. A great slamming met the other side of the door as Alanna flinched and stumbled back.

Should she run, hide, grab a weapon?

She chose the final option, reaching for a great sword Beron kept on the walls of their sitting room. She backed away as a second great boom rang through the doors, holding the sword up and bracing her hands on the pommel.

Was this an uprising? Would she be killed?

If it were Eris, surely he wouldn’t have someone breaking down her doors. Another boom and the wood splintered. She dropped into a fighting stance–they could kill her, but she would be taking them with her. With her final moments, she opened the bond, giving a great tug. If this was it for her, she would be connected to the one she loved as she went.

But it was as if all the air had been sucked from her chest. He was here, in Autumn, the bond practically vibrating with delight. In that moment, the door blasted off its hinges, wood shattering across the floors, as Helion lunged through the frame.

He was here, and that meant…

“Is he…Is it…?”

Helion couldn’t speak, he just nodded, and hadn’t even gotten through it entirely before Alanna was across the room throwing herself into his arms, the sword forgotten on the ground. She held herself entirely to him like her body had ached to for longer than she could even fathom, and cried, and cried, and cried.

He held her so closely that his heartbeat became her own. He stroked her hair, murmuring sweetly to her, “It’s finally over. It’s over, Alanna.” She nodded against him, the pressure of centuries lifting from her chest as she finally, fully, opened that bond to him again. The love and adoration of it was overwhelming, matching her gasp to Helion’s own.

“Come, let me take you home.”

Home.

And they winnowed out of her prison forever.

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Nitpicking ACOWAR 16

This chapter had some ridiculous info-dumping so I get a bit rant-y because of it. So much could've been simplified but instead we get this mess. I'm starting to understand why I hear about people skipping chapters because yikes, it's egregious. The character interactions are more boring than I expected too. I also feel there were missed opportunities here as well.

Chapter 16

-Rhysand takes Lucien to a suite in the House of Wind with Feyre and Cassian behind them. I’m very much getting tired of Feyre thinking “my mate” I already get it! SJM doesn’t need to beat me over the head with it, it just makes me think that Feyre is insecure about her relationships.

-The suite has onyx doors and a sunny sitting room carved in red stone.

-Rhysand gives a tour of the room, it apparently has a midnight-blue handwoven rug. I have no ideas why I’m making notes on what the room looks like. But it is still bizarre that the chapter starts like this.

-Feyre wonders what Lucien thinks about her sister, apparently we’re pretending the previous chapter at the end didn’t happen.

-Rhys talks about clothes, Lucien asks about cost.

-[“If you’re trying to say that you have no money, don’t worry—the clothes are complimentary.” Rhys gave him a half smile. “If you’re trying to ask if this is some sort of bribe …” A shrug. “You are a High Lord’s son. It would be bad manners not to house and clothe you in your time of need.”] Somehow this upsets Lucien and I don’t understand.

-Feyre mind-speaks to Rhys to stop baiting him and Rhys responds that it's fun.

-”Something had rattled him. Rattled Rhys enough that taunting Lucien was an easy way to take the edge off.” This doesn’t make sense to me.

-[“We’ll be back for dinner in a few hours. Rest a while—bathe. If you need anything, pull that rope by the door.” Lucien stiffened—not at what I’d said, I realized, but at the tone. A hostess. But he asked, “What of —Elain?”] I’m still confused.

-[“I need to think about it,” I answered plainly. “Until I figure out what to do with her, with Nesta, stay out of their way.” I added perhaps too tightly, “This house is warded against winnowing, both from outside and within. There’s one way out—the stairs to the city. It, too, is warded—and guarded. Please don’t do anything stupid.”] Why is Feyre the one in control of her sisters? I don’t like how this is worded, something about it bothers me, like it doesn’t make sense?

-[“So am I a prisoner?” I could feel the response simmering in Rhys, but I shook my head. “No. But understand while you may be her mate, Elain is my sister. I’ll do what I must to protect her from further harm.”] Making note of this.

-Lucien says he would never hurt Elain.

-[I simply nodded, loosening a breath, and met Rhysand’s stare in silent urging. My mate gave no indication of my wordless plea as he said, “You are free to wander where you wish, into the city itself if you feel like braving the stairs, but there are two conditions: you are not to take either sister, and you are not to enter their floor. If you require a book from the library, you will ask the servants. If you wish to speak to Elain or Nesta, you will also ask the servants, who will ask us. If you disregard those rules, I’ll lock you in a room with Amren.”] This dialogue sucks, it’s boring.

-”Then Rhys turned away, hands sliding into his pockets as he offered his hooked elbow to me.” Now that I know that this quirk of putting hands in pockets is taken from The Black Jewels series I hate this.

-They leave the room and say some words.

-They fly to Amren’s place, waving at people. Apparently everyone in Velaris already knows about Feyre being their High Lady? Even though she hasn’t been formally introduced?

-Mor and Azriel are there too, and are described to be seated like scolded children for some reason. Amren is flipping through pages of books. I think they’re all on the floor?

-Azriel is standing now instead. Apparently SJM can’t make up her mind on who’s seated and who isn’t.

-[But it was Amren who said from the floor, “You should kill Beron and his sons and set up the handsome one as High Lord of Autumn, self-imposed exile or no. It will make life easier.”] If it was that easy why aren’t all the High Lords doing that?

-Amren is in a mood.

-[I blew out a breath. “Who else thinks it’s a terrible idea to leave the three of them up at the House of Wind?” Cassian raised his hand as Rhys and Mor chuckled. The High Lord’s general said, “I give him an hour before he tries to see her.” “Thirty minutes,” Mor countered, sitting back down on the divan and crossing her legs. I cringed. “I guarantee Nesta is now guarding Elain. I think she might honestly kill him if he so much as tries to touch her.”] But Lucien did see Elain in the previous chapter?

-[“Not without training she won’t,” Cassian grumbled, tucking in his wings as he claimed the seat beside Mor that Azriel had vacated.] Why is Cassian all about training? Is that his go-to for everything or something? Also just because Nesta hasn’t trained doesn’t make her an invalid, she can still fight.

-”The shadowsinger didn’t so much as look at it. No, Azriel just walked to the wall beside Cassian and leaned against the wood paneling.” What?

-[But Rhys and the others remained quiet enough that I knew to proceed carefully as I asked Cassian, “Nesta spoke as if you’ve been up at the House … often. You’ve offered to train her?”] This is just about relationship drama isn’t it? May as well just turn this into a sleepover and braid each other’s hair too.

-Mor silently judges Cassian for his continued interest with Nesta. Azriel glares at Mor for it.

-[“I don’t blame her,” Cassian said, shrugging despite his words. “She was—violated. Her body stopped belonging wholly to her.” His jaw clenched. Even Amren didn’t dare say anything. “And I am going to peel the King of Hybern’s skin off his bones the next time I see him.”] If Cassian knows what’s bothering Nesta, why is he still bothering her then?

-Cassian’s siphons respond by flickering, very Black Jewels of them.

-Rhys makes jokes. Cassian calls him an asshole.

-”And—Rhys was goading him, working Cassian into a temper to keep that brittle edge of guilt from consuming him.” This doesn’t make sense to me. I guess it’s supposed to be a distraction, but I still don’t see how being a jerk is the only direction he could take. Rhys could just change the subject and get the same result.

-So, Rhys ends up changing the subject after all and talks to Amren. Amren complains about Mor and Azriel, apparently Azriel came here to help Mor. They’re distracting Cassian.

-[“We’re not monitoring you,” Mor said, tapping her foot on the carpet. “We’re monitoring the Book.” And as she said it … I felt it. Heard it.] How convenient!

-Amren is using the book as a coaster. I now understand why Amren drinks blood, it’s from the Black Jewels too.

-[I didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe. The latter won out as the Book murmured, Hello, sweet-faced liar. Hello, princess with— “Oh, be quiet,” Amren hissed toward the Book, who—shut up. “Odious thing,” she muttered, and went back to the tome before her.] This is stupid.

-[“Utter nonsense,” Amren spat, scowling at the Book. “It just likes to hear itself talk. Like most of the people cramping up my apartment.”] I know the feeling Amren, one way for me to describe this whole book series.

-[Cassian smirked. “Did someone forget to feed Amren again?” She pointed a warning finger at him without so much as looking up. “Is there a reason, Rhysand, why you dragged your yapping pack into my home?”] Hilarious (I’m being sarcastic, these interactions suck).

-Amren’s place is described as a “giant, converted attic”.

-Rhys says that he has also gathered the same information that Feyre got from the creepy twins.

-[“Vultures,” Mor muttered, and Cassian looked inclined to agree.] Redundant and confusing.

-[But Rhys—Rhys had indeed been spying, while Azriel had been— Rhys snorted. “I can stay hidden, mate.”] Why are we back to this again? I know Feyre is protective but this just makes her seem like she doesn’t trust Rhys. I doubt this book will ever bring it up though.

-Azriel says having Hybern’s movements confirmed by Feyre is needed. Feyre asks why.

-”Cassian crossed his arms… He drew a line across his tan throat.” Keeping note of complexions.

-”Mor elbowed him in the ribs. Cassian nudged her right back as Azriel shook his head at both of them, shadows coiling around the tips of his wings.” They’re having serious discussions but then they’re acting like children? Why?

-Feyre asks questions about the faerie territories on the continent, and yeah she wouldn’t know about them but I don’t know why she is bothered by it.

-[Rhys pulled at a stray thread on the cuff of his black jacket. “Not ones that would sail here to help.”] I hate these quirks that Rhys has, they don’t inform me of anything so what’s the point of them?

-They bring up Miryam and Drakon. Feyre seems to still believe that Rhys did great things during the war from centuries ago. Their island was called Cretea, SJM and her unoriginal names again. The island was abandoned and in ruin. They try to think of what could cause Miryam and Drakon to disappear.

-More exposition. Miryam died to a spear through her chest at sea, Drakon took her body to Cretea to use some object to resurrect her. The King of Hybern is using the Cauldron to track them through the object, Miryam and Drakon might’ve figured that out.

-They’re going to try to keep the other territories from joining Hybern. Amren is apparently amused that Feyre is trying not to pace. Rhys had gone to Hybern to look for weaknesses.

-[Rhys smirked at the concern flaring across my face. “I’d hoped that Hybern might have some internal conflict to exploit—to get them to collapse from within. That its people might not want this war, might see it as costly and dangerous and unnecessary. But five hundred years on that island, with little trade, little opportunity … Hybern’s people are hungry for change. Or rather … a change back to the old days, when they had human slaves to do their work, when there were no barriers keeping them from what they now perceive as their right.”] It sounds like the King made Hybern like this on purpose but I can’t tell?

-Amren, I think, calls Hybern fools. Hybern had apparently relied on the Black Lands for trade before the humans took it. She doesn’t know if the King is deliberately making Hybern worse.

-”...But for centuries now, Hybern’s people have been festering. Hybern let their resentment of their growing stagnation and poverty fester.” Wait, are we talking about the country or the King? SJM really should’ve just given a name to him because this is confusing.

-There is so much exposition on Hybern, why? Why is SJM torturing me with this? Brings up how humans were slaves to High Fae for so long. And how the High Fae have held a grudge, things that I already know. Continued explanations for why Hybern is awful. Feyre is bothered why Hybern believes the King.

-[“Perhaps we did them a disservice,” Mor mused, “in not sharing enough of our wealth, our territory. Perhaps we are to blame for allowing some of this to rot and fester.”] So now you realize this? Also how does a small area like Prythian have more wealth than a continent?

-[“That remains to be discussed,” Amren said, waving a delicate hand. “The point is that we are not facing an army hell-bent on destruction. They are hell-bent on what they believe is liberation. Of High Fae stifled by the wall, and what they believe still belongs to them.”] War is always destructive. Why does it matter the reason behind it?

-They talk about the 3 territories that Hybern is trying to ally with. Feyre is shocked by Rhys being in those areas again.

-To discourage the territories they’ve been spreading rumors around them. Apparently even to their old allies, who now don’t even want to support them anymore because of this. More pointless exposition, they make it seem like they’re so clever with this but I just expect this to be the default so it makes them seem stupid than anything.

-“Making sure that longtime enemies and rival-nations of Rask, Vallahan, and Montesere have suddenly received information that has them worried about being attacked. And raising their own defenses. Which in turn has made Rask, Vallahan, and Montesere start looking toward their own borders and not our own.” An example of bad writing here.

-Mor doesn’t care what they’re former allies do if they’re not going to fight with them, she uses “we” though.

-”I blinked at them. At Rhys. Brilliant. Utterly brilliant, to keep them so focused and fearful of each other that they stayed away.“ Are you serious?

-[“What of the human queens, though?” I chewed on the tip of my thumb. “They have to be aware that no bargain with Hybern would ultimately work to their advantage.”] Does it?

-Mor continues and thinks that the human queens have already opened the gates for Hybern.

-[“But we don’t know that for certain,” Amren countered. “And none of it explains why they’ve been so quiet—locked up in that palace.”] Keeping this in mind.

-Rhys and Azriel are bothered that they don’t know what’s happening with the queens.

-Now they discuss Hybern wanting to break the magic wall. They question why the King hasn’t destroyed the magic wall already, and is looking at the holes to destroy it. They speculate that the King used too much of the Cauldron’s power on Feyre’s sisters and the queens. Amren has been researching how they can fix the holes.

-[“It could be a fool’s errand,” Azriel cut in before Cassian could voice the retort dancing in his eyes. “To get us to focus on the wall as a decoy—while he strikes from another direction.”] Making note of this.

-Feyre asks if they should nullify the Cauldron. Rhys says it nearly killed her when she tried. They argue about it. There’s no way for them to get to the Cauldron a 2nd time anyway.

-Feyre brings up that she could try to repair the wall herself. Maybe if she didn’t mess around in Spring so much she could’ve done this already.

-Amren says that maybe with her sisters being changed by the Cauldron they could fix it better. Feyre tells her no.

-[“I asked them to help once—and look what happened. I won’t risk them again.” Amren snorted. “You sound exactly like Tamlin.” I felt the words like a blow.] How exactly does that make Feyre sound like Tamlin? Every character has some form of protective streak but somehow it ties back to Tamlin?

-[Rhys slid a hand against my back, having appeared so fast I didn’t see him move. But before he could reply, Mor said quietly, “Don’t you ever say that sort of bullshit again, Amren.”] Why does Mor care exactly?

-Amren and Mor try to start a fight.

-[Amren slid her attention to me. “We need your sisters—if not for this, then to convince others to join us, of the risk. Since any would-be ally might have some … difficulty believing us after so many years of lies.”] Something that actually makes sense, well… I don’t know how Feyre’s sisters would help with allies though.

-Mor wants Amren to apologize to Feyre. Feyre says that Amren is right.

-[I swallowed. “Amren is right.” I walked out of Rhys’s touch—realizing he’d kept silent to let me sort it out. Let me figure out how to deal with both of them, as family, but mostly as their High Lady.] I’ll give Rhys some credit for this but it’s a low bar, I expect this as default in romantic relationships.

-[Mor’s face tightened, but I shook my head. “I can—ask my sisters. See if they have any sort of power. See if they’d be willing to … talk to others about what they endured. But I won’t force them to help, if they do not wish to participate. The choice will be theirs.” I glanced at my mate—the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right. Rhys’s violet eyes flickered in acknowledgment. “But I’ll make our … desperation clear.”] Apparently being given 2 options is considered a “choice.” Also that’s such the bare minimum for Rhys.

-[“Compromise, Amren,” Rhys purred. “It’s called compromise.”] I didn’t know that Rhys knew the word compromise, he never did before.

-[Rhys said smoothly, “I’m not entirely sure Velaris is prepared for Nesta Archeron.” “My sister’s not some feral animal,” I snapped.] Ooh, go Feyre for that!

-[Rhys recoiled a bit, the others suddenly finding the carpet, the divan, the books incredibly fascinating. “I didn’t mean that.”] Yeah, I’m sure you didn’t Rhys (rolls eyes).

-Mor frowns at Rhys in disapproval and asks Feyre about Elain. Feyre says that Elain is probably not ready to be around so many people and reiterates to them that Elain was supposed to marry next week. Amren complains about Elain constantly saying it. Feyre glares at Amren for that and Amren is surprised by it.

-[But I went on, “So, we need to find a way to patch up the wall before Hybern uses the Cauldron to break it. And fight this war before any other territories join Hybern’s assault. And eventually get the Cauldron itself. Anything else?”] I wish the rest of the exposition was summarized like this in the 1st place.

-[None of us spoke, none of us moved as Rhys said simply, “Tomorrow, invitations go out to every High Lord in Prythian. For a meeting in two weeks. It’s time we see who stands with us. And make sure they understand the consequences if they don’t.”] I just found it easier to copy-paste this part.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter Twenty-Two

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone.

Word Count: ~2.5k

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The feeling of your legs giving out was instantly washed away by an orgasm that was sending electric shivers to every part of your body… but rather than flopping to the ground, Morpheus caught you and cradled you against his chest while nuzzling his face into your hair. You took several gulps of air, your chest heaving and your entire body now feeling euphoric. Staring up at the open sky, your fingers trembled as they weakly curled around onyx strands. You softly moaned within his arms basking in the aftershocks of what Morpheus’s love brought. Tenderness. Love. Adoration. He was everything you needed to feel complete. You felt tears start burning in your eyes again, but this time from the happiness of simply being in his arms again. You felt complete once more.

Twisting in place, Morpheus gently brought your naked and trembling body down to the soft grass of your private courtyard. His hands brushed the hair from your face as you hazily blinked up at him. Then he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. You shuddered and sighed, drawing a hand from his hair to his face. Your fingers trailed across the dampness that still clung to his lips and chin, and you felt alone streak of heat burn through your already warm cunt. Morpheus always managed to wreck you in the best way possible. Eyelids fluttering, your eyes peered up into blue dusted in silver.

“What a way to worship, my Dream,” You softly teased, curling your fingers along his cheekbone in eternal appreciation. “To make my legs so lax that they are unable to support me? Surely an achievement you can add to your repertoire.” A black eyebrow twitched upwards.

“Oh my Hope, I have only just begun,” Morpheus drew out, his voice deep and rich. “And I shall not design to cease until I am sure that you are aware fo the gravity of my apology and fully understand my burning devotion and idolatry to you.” Your fingers pressed harder into his face, loving the smoothness of his flesh and the unbelievable beauty of Morpheus. Mother Night and Father Time had done an unbelievable job sculpting him into creation. His eyebrow and lips quirked, his fingers coming up to brush across your swelled lips. “And now what runs through my dear sweet Dawn’s mind to have her looking upon me with such awe? Should it not be me who gazes in reverence, my Hope?”

You cupped his face and enjoyed his beauty further.

“You’re so beautiful,” You softly commented, your eyes glowing with passion and love. How could one being be this beautiful? Your fingers drifted, running across his cheekbones, brushing along his lips, stroking his jaw. His eyes were still that extraordinarily blue color dusted with stars and stardust, and the obsidian black hair that Morpheus never bothered to comb was just as soaked in night as it had been eons ago. Alabaster skin glowed with the purity of an untouched, newly formed planet and the hum of his essence whispered just below flesh in a hungry clash of thunder. Morpheus’s eyes wavered in a mirage of explosive power and tender love as he stared down at you. Your fingers stroked his face once more. “Please love me, my Dream. I’ve been so lonely without you.”

Morpheus bowed his head, his forehead pressing against yours for a few moments.

“I shall never leave you to despair alone, my Hope,” Morpheus whispered to you, his nose brushing against yours. Your eyelids fluttered close as you basked in his tender words and gentle touches. You loved how soft and gentle your Endless lover, in all his power and might, could be. How, despite his seriousness and brevity, he allowed himself to be vulnerable when within your arms. It was like only you got to experience the real Dream, and oh how you loved him. Morpheus’s lips grazed yours ever so softly. You slipped your hand to the back of his neck and tilted your head, allowing yourself the pleasure of tasting his lips once more.

Morpheus basked in your taste, desperate for his hands to wander your soft body, to run across your lush curves, to feel the embrace of the only entity who ever made him feel at home. His lips slowly became more urgent against yours, roaming across your mouth until you drew in a sharp breath, a surge of warmth filling your body. Morpheus pressed forwards, slipping his way past your parted lips to get a deeper taste of you, tongue laving at yours. He kissed you deeply, over and over until the skin of your neck and face sweltered. You were almost dizzy from his kisses, your naked body shifting and squirming against his still clothed one.

Your legs still shook lightly from the pleasure Morpheus had pulled from your body and the harsh throb in your cunt made you whine against his mouth. Not even Morpheus’s open mouthed kisses and tongue twisting with yours until you felt heaven sent could distract you from what your body felt. From what your body wanted. He caught your lower lip and gave it a tug. Your proceeding soft whimper fed his need to drink your ethereal body and once again become a willing prisoner to your touch. As Morpheus ran his hand down your body, lazily stroking your breasts and caressing their soft curves, your fingers grasped his onyx hair. Morpheus then ran his fingers along the line of your hipbone and you pushed your hips against his touch.

“My Dream, please,” You begged, that throbbing within your cunt nearly becoming painful. Oh how you just wished to be filled by him once more. Only he could cease that painful empty sensation. You tugged on his hair once more as Morpheus shifted his lips to gently nip at the skin of your bared neck. “Please, my body aches for you, I need you, I need you.” How cruel of him to be so close but still so far. You wouldn’t feel complete until your very essences were intertwined once more. Another frustrated whimper slipped from your swelled lips.

“Forgive me, my Hope, but you must wait just a little longer,” Morpheus whispered soothingly against your neck, lips pausing over the area where your essence hummed and beat beneath your skin. He slipped his fingers over your curls to your drenched and sensitive flesh that he, only moments before, had been drinking from. Morpheus stroked his thumb over your clit and you let out a delicious moan, your hips lifting into his hand once more. “If I take you in the way that you wish I will hurt you. You know that I will not have you unless I am satisfied your body is ready for mine.”

Your frustration was clear on your face, as was your dissatisfaction with his words, but the moment Morpheus pushed his long fingers over your clit and through your folds a second time, your impatientness evaporated. Breath catching in your throat, your arm slipped over his shoulder and you scratched at his jacket. Fire streaked between your legs and your thighs trembled around his wrist as he continued to stroke your swollen flesh.

“Morpheus,” You gasped, feeling a finger dip into your body and stroke your walls. Then he added a second finger, stretching out your tightened body. “Oh,” Your walls clenched around his fingers, desperate for more and yet entirely comfortable with the girth in which he stretched you. Raising his gaze, Morpheus watched as you bit your lip and squirmed against his ministrations. Oh how you looked so beautiful, you always did. Chest rising and falling at a faster pace, your stared up into the face of your lover and sank your teeth into your lip, smothering the sounds of pleasure that bubbled in the back of your throat. Morpheus grabbed your chin with his free hand and tugged your lip from the bite of your teeth.

“You think to deprive me of your melodic sounds, my Hope?” He sounded insulted and his eyes echoed that sentiment. You shuddered beneath him and his fingers plunged faster, deeper, into your body. Your eyelids fluttered and you gasped out, mewling and whimpering from Morpheus’s increased strokes. He teased more ecstasy from your cunt, but that was not what your throbbing flesh craved. Surely with how his fingers slid into your body with ease and slickness from your earlier orgasm you were well prepared for your lover. Morpheus thrust a third finger into your body. You physically tensed at the stretch, jerking on the fistfuls of hair you held as a kiss of sting settled between your legs.

It seemed your body had forgotten your lover.

“See, my Hope” Morpheus gently spoke to you, his lips fluttered across your jaw as your walls clenched around the fingers stretching them back out. “Your body doesn’t recognize my love, I will have to reacquaint it with my full adoration and reverence.” The sounds of his fingers repeatedly plunging into your body, combined his thumb occasionally caressing your clit, had you in a squirming mess upon the grass of your courtyard and well ready to beg.

“I need you, Morpheus,” You cried out, harshly tugging at his hair and pressing your face against his. “Please, rid me of my emptiness, I beg of you, my love.”   Morpheus stroked your wobbling lower lip once more, he never could stand your begging and his hunger for you was nearing an unbearable insatiable state. So with a soft growl, Morpheus retracted his fingers from your body and made his own clothes melt away to nothing. The moment you felt his naked skin on yours, your wiggling tempered and you softly groaned. You could feel the warm cock against your throbbing mound, teasing you and making that throb turn sharper. Your breathing quickened.

Morpheus held your jaw, nuzzling his lips against yours and savoring the little pants and whines that slipped from your lips. Your patience was not nearly on par with Morpheus’s and that was well apparent. While he slicked his cock through your soaked folds, Morpheus pressed his lips against yours once more, nibbling on them ever so softly before nudging them apart so that he could once again tangle his tongue with yours. Drinking in your intoxicating taste and laving his tongue against yours, Morpheus pressed the head of his cock against your opening and ever so slowly pushed himself into your body. It resisted against his intrusion, but not nearly as much as when he had first taken you all those eons ago, but it was enough to make you softly whimper and tense within his arms. Dragging his mouth from yours, Morpheus brushed his lips across your cheek.

“Relax my Hope,” He whispered to you as you fought against the urge to tense further at the sensation of his cock stretching you out again. Your nails dug into the muscles of Morpheus’s back, your cunt pulsating around his cock. You felt heavenly around him and it his muscles strained to keep his pelvis pressed against yours. Your walls were clenching almost painfully around him, hot and welcoming. Another tense shiver went up your spine. “Dawn,” Morpheus chided, nipping at your jaw, his intense blue eyes boring up into yours.

“I can’t help it,” You gasped out, wrapping your limbs around him, basking in his sharp kisses on your tender skin. Surely they would bloom with color in a few hours. “I never feel complete unless I am with you and I am starving for you. Do you design to leave me hungry?”

Blue shifted to a silver glow and you felt a shiver run along your spine. A hand settled on your waist and fingers seared into your skin. Morpheus held you gaze as he drew back his hips from yours and then thrust forwards, your cunt clasping his cock fiercely and rippling from that one action. He repeated his action, watching as your eyes rolled slightly and lips curving as your grasp on his hair once again turned sharp.

“I have left you ravenous for eons, my Hope, and that is a heinous crime.” Morpheus purred, settling into a rhythm that made you squeak out a gasp each and every time the head of his cock buried itself into the depths of your cunt. You were gorgeous beneath him, cheeks flushed with heat and chest heaving, and the way your walls fluttered around his cock was utter ecstasy. Morpheus lowered his mouth to a breast and sealed his lips around a nipple, sucking on it through his continued thrusts. You cried out, chest thrusting against his mouth. His tongue toyed and flicked your nipple, playing with the hardened bud.

Your fingers raked across his scalp and you bucked your hips against his, pelvises crashing against each other. Morpheus growled against your chest and bit at the soft tissue, you fed off his sounds, your cheeks now glowing with heat. Eyelids fluttering shut, you dug one of your heels into his lower back, loving the way Morpheus seemed to fill you completely each and every time he plunged deep within your body. His mouth released your nipple and Morpheus kissed his way up your chest and neck until your mouths were hovering over each other. You felt your essence slip free of your physical body and wind its way around your body, searching. It didn’t have to search for long.

Morpheus’s essence surged forwards in a storm of dreams, swallowing yours whole until your cosmic entities were wrapping around each other. An explosion of sensation sparked within your essence as you floated through time and space, Morpheus wrapped around you, in you. Your being finally intertwined to form the perfect connection and as shards of ecstasy rippled throughout the cosmos, you became undone within your lovers arms, finally at peace. 

Back in your physical body, you moaned at the ache between your legs and the swell of love within your body. After being hollow for so long, your physical body was unaccustomed to the influx of emotions and reverence. Let alone the cosmic coupling that your essences craved. Lips ghosted across your cheek and hands collected your limp body within strong arms. You were cradled against a smooth chest and your face tucked into a neck. Slowly cracking your eyes open, you gazed at the beautiful skin of your lover as he carried you from the courtyard. Morpheus entered your private chambers and settled you down on your soft bed.

“Morpheus?” You spoke out as hands trailed along your body. Morpheus caressed your shoulders, traced your sides, appreciated the beauty of your thighs. He joined you on your bed, pressing kisses along your skin. Tingles bloomed where his mouth had been, echoing his complete and endless devotion.

“It has been eons since our essences joined as one, my Hope,” He replied, nipping along your jaw and placing kisses at the edge of your mouth. “Give your physical being time to recover, my love, for it will surely need it when I am through with you.”

You let out a pleased moan, knowing that he would not allow your body to stray from his until he was satisfied that you fully acknowledged and understood his veneration. You doubted that you would be able to walk once he was finished.

Date Published: 3/31/23

Last Edit: 3/31/23

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Decor Challenge- "Dreamlight Diamond Showcase". HEHE I did a Haunted Mansion reference. I was originally just gonna go spooky and have the Onyx's there as protection (because like most black crystals and stones one of their crystal meaning is "Protection" and "Warding off negative energy") but then I was like "well, it says Diamond specifically, so maybe I should use a diamond somewhere" and was googling diamond crystal meanings because I'm too poor to have a diamond for my magic just so I just never bothered to learn what Diamonds meant. Due to being in a Western area where the Diamond means very specific things, I learned that one of the Diamond's crystal meanings is "Constancy" and my brain went "OH WAIT?! IS THAT WHY THEY PICKED THE NAME CONSTANCE FOR CONSTANCE?! ITS A GOD DAMN JOKE! ITS IRONY!" So I did a Haunted Mansion inspired photo, showcasing the Diamond of the Haunted Mansion, Constance. Fashion Challenge- "Disney Princess Week". Did you know that when the Disney Princess line first came out in the late 90s/early 00s Jane from Tarzan was included for the first couple years before being dropped (alongside Esmerelda and Megara. Tinkerbell was a part of the line too until 2004, with the Disney Fairy franchise coming out in 2005). While I could have gone with one of my favorite princesses, I had already done a couple Mulan based Dreamsnaps already and she is my favorite (I did attempt a Shang inspired outfit and a Eugene inspired outfit, but I liked my Jane more) Unfortunately, I am back down to consistently getting 600 instead of 900, probably because Playstation players are now combined with everyone else instead of being their own separate competition and since I was just barely making it into the top 55% for 900 moonstones, I'm now back to making 600 with the added people...but that's okay... (And also because I still think pretty pink, symmetrical, boring ass builds are stupid and boring and I'd rather decorate a setting like I was on a stage or it was a setting in a book or movie and dress my character up as if I needed to get their story through to the audience via what they wear and what they are interacting with. Instead of just combining clothing pieces with no rhyme or reason just to get numbers or copy and pasting half of a build)

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I'd like to send in a request for Zhao Haoyu 1311 (I don't know his dessert name yet) where fem!reader somehow ends up in his casino and naturally has an insane level of luck. Haoyu hears about her, is intrigued and takes her to his office to talk. He notices how she's blushing and flustered in his presence and when asking her if she's interested in him, she lies to him repeatedly and says no, unknowingly riling him up? He ends up taking her on the desk *cue smutty smutty goodness* and in the end, they end up together?

I hope this makes sense - I fell in love with beautiful Haoyu when you released him today ❤️

Thank you for all the hard work so far, really enjoying everything you post on here :)

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 1311 haoyu / afab!reader ꒱ your luck finds you in the office of a certain casino owner who can't help but find you adorable. . .

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“sir one of the players seem to be having a bit too much luc-”

“yes i am aware, now leave, you bother and disturb my focus.”

you were sat by one of the roulette tables. pretty little face catching his eyes from where he stood, in his little balcony that overlooked the casino.

you sure were winning a lot, hm?

you had his mind running, and yet myrr did not detect a single sign of cheating or deceit by the table, and that was fascinating to him.

perhaps he needed to get a closer look to see or feel it, be in closer proximity. he was not sure. although one thing he knew was, he couldn’t just let you keep winning without giving you some attention, could he?

such special costumers here at the casino deserves to sit and have a talk with the owner of it. just simple conversation is all.

he just needed to rip you away from that table.

with each step of his foot down the onyx gold grand staircase. he began making his way, pace calm and collected. there was no bothering in hurrying, he wanted to catch you off guard. observe you a bit more before letting you know of his presnece.

you were so focused on the ball rolling around, nails clicking together quietly. barely did you feel the presence that suddenly loomed behind you. until you notices the eyes that were all pointed in your direction all of a sudden.

long, black strands of hair touches your shoulders and framed the back of your head slightly, as the owner of the casino leaned over you to get a good look. scare you a bit too just for the fun of it.

and you did indeed jolt, eyes frantically flickering away.

an immediate detector was triggered within him, the spectre possessing him scanning to see if he had caught you cheating. yet there was nothing. nothing.

gods, you were already infurating, he adored it. you hadn’t even a clue you were already riling him up just by your stupid luck, it had his head spinning.

“songbird.” he crooned out softly, redirecting your gaze by pressing his index below your chin and making you look up at him. meeting his half lidded dioxazine gaze that seemed to scan each and every part of you.

sizing you up, you didn’t know in which way.

“mr. zhào,” you greeted breathlessly, a pink tint spreading across your face, while you forced your eyes to stay looking at his to avoid trouble. even if it felt unnerving.

“what pleasure do i have to be in your audience?” you inquire, eyes flicking to your fellow players leaving as they are dismissed by the man. leaving the two of you alone for a bit.

“ah but, i was simply curious darling, you seem to have quite the luck do you not?” he responds at you with a chuckle.

“ah— sir, I can assure you that I am not cheating. i would never, i know the guideli-” you fumble, only to be silenced by a thumb that meets the plush of your bottom lip.

“shhhh. no no no,” he drawls and moves a hand to the small of your back, pulling you up from your seat.

“no, i am aware.”

the smile that catches your attention has your stomach twisting with butterflies, the pinkish tint growing a little more red.

“you do interest me though, do i make you nervous darling? am i catching your eyes hm?” he muses, grinning at you. that bastard and his charming smile, it had anyone in the vicinity swooning and staring with jealousy.

“no sir, i was merely concerned that i. . . that i may have offended you with my success in roulette.” you whisper in response.

though admittedly the touch he had on you made you want to lean back and melt into it. you’d always admired him from afar, yearning.

it is then that it clicks for him that you have caught interest in him. and for a moment you watch in slight disturbance as his eyes roll back and then slowly down again to look at you.

finally, a little lie. and so adorable too.

“oh darling. . .” he tsks, and begins leading you towards the staircase. “lying is not appropraite right here, did you not just tell me you knew of the guidelines hmmm?”

you felt your entire face pale before flaring a deep red.

“sir i mean it, i truly do not wish to bother you.” you breathe out in slight panic. you don’t notice the jolt in his right shoulder this time.

after a bit of walking in the hallways of the casino, you reach his office. a pale, slender hand reaching out to open up the door, while the other that had rested on your back gently guided you inside.

breaking the silence, he looks you over while quietly letting out an amused: “so quiet, i catch the glances you give me, don’t you know. songbird?”

your body is tense, he can tell. ah and he simply wishes for you to relax. there’s no messing up a pretty face like yours when you haven’t been breaking rules. the little lies you feed him are not much to be angry over either.

it gives him small rushes. it’s like you can’t tell he is infatuated with you, but alas.

“i glance not at you but the paintings of the hallways, they are quite beautiful. i wonder whom you commissioned to paint them, or were they made before they were bought?” you ask softly, though there’s a clear lie to him that slips off of your tongue once again.

with a playful roll of his eyes, he gestures for you to sit down. walking towards the cabinet to grab something to drink.

“gin? wine? whiskey? what do you prefer?” he asks, before answering your question.

“wine, please. nothing too bitter or strong.” it’d be for the best, making sure you didn’t get drunk and start spilling to him.

and at your response he all but glanced over his shoulder at you with a smirk.

he made you feel a yearning, a need for his touch once again. gods, the way his hand had felt on your back had been intoxicating, you could imagine him feeling you up — no don’t think that.

grabbing a wine glass and pouring in the red liquid, he puts it down next to you on the elaborate desk, hand taking yours once more and pressing a kiss to it. you didn’t know but it was all to feel your pulse, how fast was it going for him. was it rushing? were you shivering? hitching your breath?

oh this game was all too fun for him, and unfair on you. no?

and after pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he sat himself across from you. leaning his chin against his folded hands and smiling at you.

“well, i’ve commissioned these paintings myself, they are of those of importance to me.” he answers the aforementioned question you had thrown at him in your attempt to escape the situation.

“you would be quite pretty hanging there in the hallway too, would you not my dear? perhaps next to my portrait. or in it.”

you clear your throat at his words, eyes flickering down to the glass of wine and using it as an excuse to silence yourself by sipping a few drops of the beverage. you click your tongue at the taste of it.

it is on the fruitier side, yet not too sweet, a subtle strength to it one may not pay attention to at first. it’s refreshing.

it bubbles in your system, in the same way that you feel when your eyes meet his. your heart stuttering and your emotions swelling with overwhelm. you know not what to truly feel.

“mr. zhào by all means i am flattered, however i do not wish if i, myself, would be comfortable with that.”

“oh but what if it was simply a portrait in this office? not many would see it my love, i see the interest in your eyes.” he hushes, glaring holes into your eyes. gaze full of teasing behavior.

“sir-” you murmur, but before you can continue. he rises from his spot and walks around the desk, putting his hands on your shoulders and gently tracing the bare skin your dress reveals in the area with his leather gloves.

“you are too adorable, it isn’t even funny to me anymore. darling stop lying. we both know you want me as much as i want you.” he whispers in your ear, fingers gliding down your arms.

your legs brush against one another, thighs pressing together slightly. while you look up at him.

“i don’t feel that way mr zhào, please believe me-”

you feel yourself lose your words when you are tugged up from your seat. the chair kicked away by a rough foot that meets it, impatient. in need to hear you say the truth.

dioxazine eyes glare into yours and then down at your lips.

“sweet lips with sweet lies, even sweeter, almost toothrotting, if they spoke the truth instead. songbird.” he spoke through gritted teeth.

you let out a little noise at the demand, you’re so close to him yet not yet are you touching. only his hands hold their tight grasp on your arms, keeping your body still and slanted against the desk just slightly.

“i-” you stutter. your breaths leaving you in quick succession, “i—” it’s hard to find the words.

“i do — i do- it is true, i d-”

cold, soft lips meet yours. so suddenly, a frenzied, devouring kiss is pressed to them. yet searching for permission to keep going.

and you let him by kissing back, your hands gripping at his waist to pull him closer.

with his body now against yours, hands roaming and lips possessively keeping yours on his. tongue swiping across your bottom lip, to which you gladly accept, parting your lips and deepening the kiss.

and for a brief moment, he pulls away, letting out a few chuckles at how breathless you already were. you were confused by how he managed to still have so much air, it made you a little dizzy.

“will you let me have you dear?” he whispers, testing the waters with you.

his heart stutters at the small hitch in your breath. yet you seem to ease instead of tense, your body melting into his hold and slanting a bit more against the desk.

“if you’d have me,” you whisper. his words drawing a flustered smile from your lips. so beautiful. . .

“why else would i ask?” he chuckles in response, lips meeting yours and trailing down your neck as he props you up on the desk. spreading your legs skillfully and positioning himself between them.

slowly lifting up the hem of your dress. teasingly, he flashes you another one of his flirtatious grins. one of many that he has given you tonight.

shivers run up your spine and you feel the need to squeeze your thighs back together at the flutters that run up to your already, quite drenched cunt. your panties soaked.

and he quickly finds out when his hands grip your thighs once more and hold them apart. a hand going a bit faster now to slide up your inner thigh and to your clothed slit. pussy clenching around nothing, he can just feel it.

you can see the way his eyes darken with arousal and lust, heavy breaths shaking out of his parted lips. so full of excitement.

“gods, leaking already darling, i’d expect a pretty cunt like yours to be dripping a bit but it feels like i’ve already fucked you.” he mocks, leaving you whining a little and looking away with embarrassment riddling your expression.

you only hear him tut, hand leaving your other thigh and keeping your legs spread with his. while his hand moves up to your face, redirecting it to face his, just like earlier.

“why look away with such shame? pretty face here, darling.”

his lips find your neck, biting down on it with his sharp teeth, which pulls a gasp from you at the sudden nip. pleasure and pain mixing together as you feel him sucking on the mark and leaving a very obvious hickey there.

and all the while, his hands migrate to your ass, after pull your dress up as far up your waist as he possibly could. the warmth of your soft and plush skin had him rolling his hips against yours already. perhaps he was being impatient.

he wasn’t in the mood for sitting and edging you all night, toying around and teasing was fun. he wanted you fucked dumb and overstimulated, left at his mercy. and for him to take care of you after.

you had attracted him with your commentary on surroundings — your luck by itself was drawing him to you. it left him yearning to familiarize himself with you. ah but he supposes becoming familiar with your body first was just as good.

he’d have to ask you to stay a bit after he was done with you.

you pant and whine at the continous dry humping, leg twitching at the feel of his fabric covered erection rubbing against your clit.

“fuck, feel so good darling.” he groans against your ear, biting your jaw gently and pulling another whine out of you.

“hàoyú—” you breathe shakily against him, arms wrapped around his neck.

“I know, i know, fuck. just hold on,” he whispers, hands finding their way to your hips to squeeze them tight. nails scratching away at the delicate skin.

a hard spank on the side of your ass has you moaning out loud, before you feel your panties being ripped off of you. thrown off to gods know what corner in the office. thumb pressing against your sensitive pearl and rubbing away at it in circles.

“— oh fuck-” you choke out, arousal swelling in your stomach. your body tingling with that feeling of need, fingers curling around into his shirt, while you buck your hips.

he feels the way your poor cunt quivers, clit twitching at the motion he has going on. you barely notice the fact that while he abuses your poor clit, he’s pulling his hard cock out of the tight bounds of his pants.

there is absolutely no way you are going to fit all of him inside of you, the both of you know it. the sight has you swallowing hard, eyes flicking up to look at his with desperation. pleading and begging for him, without even using words.

“words baby.” he pants, keeping up his ministrations on your clit, while he strokes away at his shaft slowly. teasing himself at this point.

“i want you- please i need you, i can’t— please?” you manage to draw out.

you all but earn a deep laugh of satisfaction from him the second he hears them come out of your mouth. hips pressing against yours. it’s blissful. feeling his twitching cock stroke up and down against your slit and gathering the wetness onto it as lubricant.

you shivered against him each and every time you felt him tease at your entrance, sliding down you slit just a bit more than the last time.

it wasn’t until you called out for him in a loud choked out whine he gave in, entering you slowly. giving you some gentle thrusts to make sure you he was getting in right.

and he scanned your expression throughoughly, making sure you didn’t hurt. but you took every inch of him so well. well you took as many inches as you could. he had bottomed you out by the time he had his cock halfway inside of you.

fuck it, it mattered nothing to him with the way you squeezed around him so delightfully. gods, it had his mind reeling.

“please—” you spluttered, his lips hushing your begs. hips thrusting forward into you, finding your sweetspots. body getting to know yours. the heavy slap of his balls against your clit didn’t make it easier for you to hold back your pent up climax from rolling to it’s end.

and he felt the way you came around him — already, he’d only begun and you were cumming already? so sensitive. it had his chest vibrating along with his chuckles. body pressing you against his and trapping you against the desk as he fucked into you with a slow building pace that knew no mercy.

the moans that reverbarated from you and through the room made him roll his eyes back on multiple occasions, trying his damndest to keep himself together.

hooking an arm beneath your leg and lifting it up a bit more as he kept your right one pinned against the table, he angled himself a bit. speeding up the pace to a fast grind, guiding your hips against his. the squelching of your pussy made the most obscene, beautiful noises he’d heard in his office.

“uh-huh, good girl. doing so fucking good aren’t you? taking it so well, you deserve it.” he grunts against your ear. moans coming out as heated, deep and quick breaths.

“m-mr— m-mr. zzzhào nghhg—hhh”

you yelp out as he gives your right thigh a smack.

“say my name.” he hums, thrusting into you a bit harder, as if giving you punishment.

that streak of saliva that rolled down your chin after was quickly licked up by him, tongue meeting your chin and trailing up to your lips to capture them in a lustful, passionate kiss. and they didn’t leave you at all after that.

his thumb found your clit once again, keeping your leg hooked up still with the arm. he circled around the hard pearl. pinching at it to see your reaction. only to gasp a little as he felt you squeeze down on his cock. he felt like you were suffocating him but fuck. he could use a bit more of that.

the next second that passed, you had squirted all over him. leaving choked out, loud and abrupt moans to rip through your throat, chest heaving up and down fast. while your legs twitched and your eyes squeezed shut.

“you liked that huh? whore.”

“you want more? yeah, yeaaaah.” he laughs into your ear, fucking you into the desk like you were a fucktoy. it was unlike any experiences you’d ever had. . .

but then suddenly you felt the way he began taking you a bit more sloppily, the pace becoming erratic and losing it’s rhythm. while his head buried into your neck and he panted quietly, trying to contain his moans.

he was close, it wasn’t hard to tell. and you wondered, if he had teased you so much as he had. why didn’t you do it back? get him for all of his mocks and mean words.

“ah— f-fuck! f-f- funhhhhhhh baobei, fu-hgn” he moans out loud as you squeeze and clench down on him again. watching as he crumbles on top of you, a shock rushing through you as you feel him shoot his seed inside of you. though, instead of it being hot, it’s ice cold.

your body convulses, pussy spasming around his dick. yet the feeling was addictive almost. gods, you’d never felt anything like it before, you could be stuck in a loop with him and you’d be delighted.

and oh you can’t help but whine when he pulls out of you, leaving you empty and coming down from your high.

“could’ve taken some more huh?” he muses, seeing the clear disappointment on your expression. a little whine leaving your throat.

“gonna have to move it to the bedroom then dear, don’t want your back hurting from hitting the wood of the desk so much.” he sighs out and picks you up.

“it’s alright.” you sigh. blinking away the tears and fuzzy brain you’d been starting to get.

“. . . i’d like to get to know you some more.” hàoyú hums, earning an amused expression from you.

“you tell me that after you fuck me into your office desk?”

you watch as he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.

“well mind you, this man here had wanted to since he laid his eyes on you.” he murmurs, giving the wall a quick arch of his eyebrows before he looks back at you.

“but on a genuine standpoint.” he sighs

you laugh softly at his words, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“i don’t think i’d mind at all. the feeling is mutual, after all.” you whisper back in response.

and he smiles, because he knows you’re telling him the truth.

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☾⋆ ‒‒‒‒‒  None of this is easy. Realistically? Chrissy knew that he’d find out sooner or later, Eddie is perceptive and if he hadn’t already picked up on it he would have picked up on the fact that she stopped eating in front of him, always making excuses that she’d already had something or that she was waiting until dinner. That’s what made him special; he noticed things about her. He noticed when she was feeling blue or if something was bothering her and though he’d ask her about it, he never pressured her to talk about stuff if she wasn’t ready for it. So yes, going back to the trailer and just being away from everything she was scared of? It was perfect. His home had become her sanctuary, the one place she felt free to be herself and Eddie was the one that had brought that out of her.

Hearing him say he wished he’d known sooner, wished that he could have done something sooner? It has her clinging to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders as she squeezes him tighter. She’s trembling, both from the effort of purging but also because she’s just so overwhelmed by the whole situation. Sadly, even if he had known sooner… he might not have been able to stop it. Like it or not, they were still kids with limited resources. “I’m just… I’m sorry… it’s a lot and I know it is and you deserve so much more than all of this.” Because Chrissy fully believed that, she believed that Eddie deserved the world. Look at him, he was carrying her bridal style and looking every bit the knight she needed him to be; but his armour was black as onyx, not white and trimmed in gold. The colour didn’t matter, it was his intent that did. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you… deserve your kindness and your love… I don’t think that I do deserve it.”

       Eddie doesn’t resent her not telling him, but there is a part of him that resents the fact that he hadn’t been able to piece it together sooner. Even if he had though, would there have been anything he could have done? Even now… what could he do? Aside from comforting her, making sure she had love and support. He could help her seek treatment, if she was willing - but… he couldn’t stop her, could he? Fuck, even if he could, that would have to be… if she was embarrassed and ashamed now? No, that wasn’t… he’d always be there if she needed him, but practically? He wouldn’t always be there to hover over her. And that was no way for her to have to live either, was it? It wasn’t a solution. Things like this though… he didn’t know much about them, but he knew there were no easy solutions. No easy ‘fixes’. It was something you lived with, wasn’t it? Something you fought, and even if you ‘beat’ it… in the sense you were healthy… it was like an addiction in a sense, wasn’t it? Even if you were sober, you were still…?

Or maybe he was wrong. And maybe that was terribly offensive. Shit. What did he know? Aside from the fact he loved her? He had no idea… how often this happened. What she tended to do afterwards, did she just… go about her day? How? And how had no ever noticed? “Life’s not fair, is it? You don’t need me to tell you that. We all have thoughts on who does and doesn’t deserve what, and I certainly have opinions on all that - but I’m not going to fight with you right now. Just… tell why should you have to do anything to receive love and kindness? That’s not me being snarky, seriously. Try and give me a good reason.”

[turvi]

Who Did This to You?

Young Severus Snape x f! Reader

Summary: A prank played by Marauders on Y/n went wrong. Now Severus is furious.

Warning: bullying, kissing

Only 12 mins to go and then Professor McGonagall will wrap up her lessons and Y/n will be in the arms of one Severus Snape. She can't help the beaming smile on her face at that thought. Ever since she was able to break through the emotional walls Severus built throughout the years (which was a difficult and time taking task no doubt) they have been inseparable.

They mutually decided to keep their relationship seeing they had only two years left at Hogwarts not wanting their relationship to become yet another target for Marauders and they enjoyed the time they spent away from prying eyes, they could hold hands a minute longer, they could kiss until their lungs begged for oxygen.

Y/n looked at her watch again. Only five minutes left. Her heart fluttered. Merlin, she is whipped. Can she help it? Nope.

"What a pretty smile Y/nn am I the reason behind it ?" Sirius whispers

"You wish Padfoot" Godric Y/n promises time has not moved slower.

"Class Dismissed" as soon as those words came out of Professor McGonagall's mouth Y/n picked up her bag and made a beeline towards the door when she felt a tug on my skirt. When she turned around to find the cause she found Sirius' hand tugging her skirt.

"You know love your skirt is too short for my liking" Sirius chuckles darkly

"Sirius leave my skirt people are looking," Y/n said sternly

"He is right you know love your skirt is so long we can't even see your knees I think we should fix it," James said

Before Y/n even could take her wand out to defend herself James muttered a spell decreasing the size of Y/n's skirt so much that she feared if she bent forward slightly the whole corridor would be able to have a peek at her lacey panty. Tears brimmed her eyes all of a sudden feeling too cautious of the eyes of students now on her as they giggled and whispered she quickly put her hands on her skirt.

"Merlin, Y/n we didn't mean to make it that short let me fix it," Sirius said raising his hand towards her but she backed away from him.

"You have done enough Sirius. You have embarrassed me in front of the whole school."

Sirius opened his mouth to say something but Y/n put her palm up

"Just get away from me. There is a limit to do pranks Sirius." she yelled as her cheeks are now tear stained dropping freely when she turned around to get away from public eyes, hands held tight around the skirt as she ran away giggles increasing in volume as she made poor attempt at holding her skirt down. As soon as she turned around the corner she collided into someone.

She lost her balance due to the impact but the person in front of her grabbed her shoulders, she looked up to apologize to whoever it was. Severus. His onyx eyes quickly accessed the situation

Her heart now pounded against her chest as she tried to hide the fact she was crying but her lover's cold hand held her chin to make her look up.

"Who did this to you" his voice cold and deep sending shivers up her spine.

Before she could respond she heard footsteps halting behind her. She turned around to see Sirius and James followed her. Now Severus saw red. It was enough that they bullied him, but bullying his girl is too much.

As Severus took a step forward they took two steps back not liking the look on his face they never saw but before he could even speak Y/n held him back.

"Leave it Severus they are not worth it" he just looked at her before turning back to them.

"You better apologize to her now or my potions will destroy you so badly your own mothers will not be able to recognize you" he sneered

"We are extremely sorry Y/n we honestly didn't mean to, we will never bother you again," James said quickly

Severus took a step forward again this time making them run away.

As he looked at Y/n again she started sobbing into his chest as he increased the size of the skirt back to normal. He rubbed her back to calm her down.

"shh, I am here love, it's ok."

"Was that the first time you stood up to them?"

Severus softly chuckled at her inquiry "Yes love I shocked myself too"

"I was coming to surprise you but they ruined it"

He held her face gently between his hands as he brushed her lips with his.

"They can't ruin what we have love" his words mumbled as he kissed her like there is no tomorrow.

They break apart to take breath and Severus nuzzled his nose on her.

"How about we sit near black lake?"

"Yes please"

As Y/n took lead to go to the lake Severus grabbed her hand pulling her towards him. Her back hit his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed soft kisses on her neck.

"I love you, Y/n"

Tears brimmed her eyes for the second time as she replied "I love you too Severus"

A/N: Was it good?

[dorimena]

Ugh... been thinking about Aizawa crying during sex. Sucking on your fingers? Tears. Cockwarming? A river has been cried. Pegging him? Fucking waterfalls. Idk, man. Got any headcanons or add-ons about this? Maybe a short little blurb? — 🐬

Oh my-

I actually have this draft somewhere in my files about Aizawa crying during sex and cockwarming him (and I’ve been tempting myself to release sometime soon). But him crying a river because he’s cockwarming you? That sounds incredibly sexy, even better, dear 🐬 anon (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; aizawa shota

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.2k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; implied female reader, cockwarming, pegging, overstimulation (?), crying, cursing, mostly shameless smut, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; crying Aizawa, sobbing Aizawa, slut Aizawa, mating press, couch sex, loud sex, lots of cum

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; yes, horrible title, terrible joke, but it’s kind of funny, right? I got carried away, as you see... will I ever be able to write a blurb? Probably not. It’s not proofread!

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 (𝖘𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖐.)

He thought it was going to be a romantic date night at your place.

You promised some delicious food, some strong liquor, some nice massages, maybe throw in some soft cuddles as you lull him to sleep.

You did mention before that you had a little surprise for him to reward him for his good work this week, for saving more lives, contributing to keeping the city safe, teaching the kids at UA everything they need to know to excel in the hero world.

And what a surprise it was when you took out his favorite strap on he gifted you. But maybe he shouldn’t have gotten so excited at the idea of you fucking him until he forgets past pains and sufferings, maybe even today’s disappointment with how Kaminari seemed to forget how electricity could very much be well conducted in water…

Because for the past hour or two, maybe three, you’ve had him sitting on your lap with your silicon dick in him, slapping his thighs even if he were to shift, making him leak more tears each and every time the stinging becomes more intense.

You’re tempted in gagging him to see if with the lack of words he’d cry more.

“Stop moving so much, babe. We’re supposed to be relaxing.”

Your mocking purr makes him shudder as he flinched at another slap. Looking down, he can somehow make out, through his tear-covered vision, how his skin is turning red, a blurred handprint noticeable at the edge of the growing redness. He can also see how sticky his thighs are with how badly his dick is weeping in thick blobs of precum. God, has he always been such a slut?

Well, his shameless moan at the appearance below him and the lasting sting on his skin is enough to answer his own question.

“C-can’t he-elp it.” He groans out, trying his best to ignore how much hotter his body keeps getting the more he’s forced to sit still, the more you keep ‘accidentally’ teasing his nipples and play around with his precum covered thighs. Don’t you feel disgusted? Aren’t you?

Because if you are, that’s too bad. He hasn’t felt so proud of himself since-

“Auugh! M-mistress!” Aizawa sobs, feet trying to plant themselves onto the ground to keep himself stable as you slam up into him again, and again, and again.

No signs of mercy ever-present as you drag out of him so, so painfully slow before you go ahead and hit his sweet spot straight on.

Even with his feet on the ground and his back pressed onto your chest to keep him still, his hips still pitifully chase your thrusts, desperation present in every way he twitches and sobs.

He’s not even moaning, or even if he is, it’s just a garbled strain of your name fucked out of him as you coo praises and compliments into his ear, your hands grabbing onto his thighs to keep them spread so that he doesn’t shy away from your cock.

Turning your head a bit to see his face, you grin at how red he is, just like his wet, slick covered dick, his cheeks decorated with trails of hot tears coming from his closed eyes. And once he opens them, he looks into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed upwards as he wonders why you’re smiling like that, as if he were something so magical, so beautiful.

But this isn’t a time for something so romantic, not with how much he’s burning from deep inside his core up to his skin, flushing everywhere that’s possible as he manages to whimper out.

“H-hard, hard! N-need- nngh, ri-ide you!” And a please is whispered so, so sweetly, so softly, so unlike how society sees him as.

“Go ahead.”

And he rides you like there’s no tomorrow, even if you’re still slamming into him at an even faster pace. He can ride you, but you’re still in control of how fast everything goes.

He doesn’t complain, and not like he can even give his usual sarcastic remark with how his mouth's currently occupied letting out a waterfall of cries, moans and sobs, getting louder and bolder with every fast change of speed.

He’s gripping onto the couch cushion below you with such strength, you swore you heard a rip- but that’s alright, it was old anyways. Right now, feeling the way he can’t even control himself to at least act anything but a porn star is rewarding and forgiving enough.

His tears from earlier? You’re sure there’s enough water to bathe in, feeling how it touches your shoulders, seeing how it trails down to his chest, some lucky ones even going to his neglected dick. Poor thing, weeping just as much as the man who’s feared by so many criminals and past students.

This delicious fucking is going animalistic with how he’s bouncing on you, skin slapping polluting the air as much as the smell of sex. You hope neither filter outside into the neighboring apartments, although you’re positive you’ll be receiving some unhappy calls from the landlord.

Aizawa feels so, so hot and so, so close. It’s so painful, too painful, he’s never felt this way before. Maybe it’s how deprived he was for weeks, how starved he was for you, how desperate he was to be able to cum after so many failed attempts.

But he’s becoming so, so, so loud, with his sobs echoing around the apartment, his cries of your name and ‘mistress, mistress, mistress!’ ringing in your ears that maybe you should’ve gagged him. Your fingers will do-

And they did, with how greedily he’s sucking them, as if they offer the finest water to help quench his growing thirst to cum, cum-

“Cu-umming!”

And you let him, not retorting anything, not depriving him anymore as you send the most powerful thrusts you could muster into him to hear him wheeze so, so pathetically, reminding you how old he is, even if just 31.

And his eyes? His beautiful onyx eyes are glowing red, his sweaty, tangled mess of black hair floating in the air giving you the view of how he didn’t only lose control of his quirk, but also how he lost control of his thighs, his quivering, trembling, now cum covered thighs.

He’s babbling anything that comes to mind, it’s difficult to know if he’s praying for mercy or praying in gratitude, his hips still sliding up and down your cock as every hit to his prostate milks out more and more cum, the hot substance spurting onto the floor, onto the coffee table, onto his thighs, legs, feet, everywhere.

It’s so pornographic, so unbelievably out of this fucking world that you just need to see him do it again, even if you’ll have to stay inside of him to keep him horny and hot and bothered.

“Ag- augh- gain?”

Aizawa doesn’t wait for you to answer, and to damn your answer, not with how he still feels his dick burn with more need, still so hard because you wouldn't give it our attention.

But you do this time, switching your position to fuck him deep into the couch, mate pressing him as you flick your wrist furiously as wet sounds join in the symphony of his wails, his pleas of mercy which you’ll never, ever give to him unless he says the safe word or you’re feeling romantic.

[cheekygreenty]

A Little Death - The Darkling x Reader

Enemies-to-lovers, one bed trope AND smut. You’re welcome 🖤

The mission went terribly, just as you said it would. You were always known to voice your concerns during meetings and this one was no different but he hadn't bothered to take your criticism into account.

The big bad Darkling couldn't stand you for that very reason or so he told himself. You were loud, outspoken, rude, and a control freak. You clashed and fought but he kept you there for perspective reasons, even though he never listened to you, like ever.

You laughed when the mission turned sour, earning yourself a glare from everybody, including him. If it wasn't the hours of sleep you lost to carry out the stupid mission in the first place, you would be heading toward Os Alta by now, but no. Everyone was tired and hungry and practically begging for a proper bed and not a makeshift cot in a tent, you included.

Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in

You waited as the colorful keftas dispersed into the inn and as you approached the innkeeper to grab your keys, he hesitated.

'Only one room left.' He looked afraid to say it, does he think I need more than one? The confused look on your face kept until you saw General Kirigan appear out of the corner of your eye, looking right at you with a displeased look.

'Will it fit two people?'

'Yes Sir'

'Alright then, Y/L/N you're with me.' He took the keys and gestured for you to walk through the archway but you couldn't believe your ears. This man was the General of the Second-Army, almost as rich as the King but he had to share a room, with me no less?! Of all the bloody people on this journey, it obviously has to be me.

You bit back the rude remark that sat at the tip of your tongue and gave a curt nod. It's just one night and I'm ready to pass out.

'After you General' You forced a smile and watched as his irritation grew. Although you hated the man, you had to admit he was incredibly handsome, you weren’t blind. His dark onyx eyes always stood out against the pale of his skin, and the perfectly quiffed jet-black hair practically begged to have your fingers running through it.

His cape whirled around him as he walked past you, breaking you out of your trance. You guessed he knew where he was going as he ascended the wooden stairs and climbed to the top. Out of boredom, you counted the room numbers you passed not paying attention to him and stopped when you walked right into his rock-solid back. 'Saints- I'm sorry.' You blundered. I think that's the first time I've ever said sorry to him. He ignored you and walked into the room, inspecting it closely. You did too, but were cut short when you noticed the absence of another bed.

The room was fit for two

'There's only one bed' You dead-panned. You thought for a moment, looking around for a couch, an armchair, anything, but came up empty-handed. 'This is just great.' You sighed and looked to him. He had shed his heavy cape and donned his black kefta, staring at the one bed the same way you did.

'Well? What are we going to do?' You threw your hands up in exasperation 'Perhaps they have a tub I can-'

'Don't be ridiculous Y/N.' Y/N? I think that's the first time he's called me by my name.

'I meant to go wash, General. It's been a long week.' As opposed to some of the others, including the General, you had stayed in a tent over the past 2 days to gather intel. He and his flock stayed in inns and hotels, bathing in luxury and warmth.

'Yes, of course.' He stared into your eyes, holding your gaze for a hot minute before you looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

You put the bed situation at the back of your mind as you fetched some warm water and washed the grime of failed missions off. So much wasted time, all because nobody would listen to you, he wouldn't listen to me. If he weren't so gorgeous, I would kill him in his sleep.

Once you felt clean enough and your hair began to dry, you walked out of the washroom, enveloped by a towel as you searched your pack for anything you could sleep in. Perhaps the bath fogged up your mind, for you completely forgot the General was sharing the small space with you.

'You know you talk to yourself?' His voice scared the living daylights out of you. He was sitting back lazily against the headboard of the bed in his shirt and breeches smirking to himself. 'I think conspiring my death is reason enough for prison, is it not?' You couldn't tell if he was joking.

'I never said I would.' You bit back, grasp tightening around the flimsy towel.

'Because I'm too gorgeous?' He stood up from the bed and walked over to you. You never registered how much taller he was than you as his eyes scanned you up and down, like a predator hunting its prey.

'I need to get dressed, General'

'Hmmm, yes I can tell.' He took a bit of hair that hung in front of your face and held it between his fingers, the action sending waves of arousal through you, What- No. He was dangerously close, you could feel his breath tickle your ear and he was bound to hear your pounding heartbeat. But alas he moved away, sashaying into the washroom leaving you alone. I need a cold bath.

***

You were dressed for bed now, curled up on the left side of the bed. You were trying to sleep, really trying, but knowing he was laying right next to you only heightened your insomnia.

You knew he was awake too and he did little to hide it amongst the deafening silence of the room. You could feel the heat coming from his body, radiating an invitation for you to join him. You huffed loudly and turned again for the umpteenth time that hour, attempting to escape the weird tension in the room.

'Can't sleep?'

'Obviously.' Even in the dark, you knew he was smirking.

'I know something that would help.' Suddenly he was on top of you, caging you in with a hand at the sides of your head. You could feel the bare skin of his arm and chest as he slightly pressed down onto you, signaling that he wasn't wearing the black silk shirt anymore. Wherever his skin brushed against yours, it ignited that longing and need in you and it felt addictive.

I want you to touch me

'What are you doing? I thought you hate me.' Your proximity allowed for you to see the slight glistening of his eyes. They had an edge to them, a darkness you'd never seen before or never paid attention to.

'You're one to speak.' Taking one hand from beside your head, he so very slowly traced the side of your face, and your breath caught in your throat as he continued his way down your neck and further, stopping at your thigh where your nightgown had bunched up. 'I think it's time we stop this charade of ours.' As you concentrated on the feel of his fingers against your burning skin, he moved his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and exhilarating as he spoke.

'What charade' Your words came out with a deep exhale in anticipation of his actions.

'The one where we both pretend we don't want to fuck each other's brains out.'

Your eyes flew open at his crude remark but shut right back again as his lips gently kissed your collarbone and made their way up to your jaw, getting increasingly rough as he traveled. His hand at your thigh sneaked its way under the gown and now gripped your bare hip in a tight hold. 'What do you say?' His lips were now at yours, touching them as he spoke. All your logic flew out the window of the dingy inn. You didn't care that this was your General, or that he could kill you in an instant, all that mattered was that you needed him, and he wanted you.

'Ye-'

Before you even finished, his lips were hot on yours, devouring you in a bruising kiss. He pressed into you harder and if you had any reservations about his feeling towards you, they were flushed away as he made his arousal for you obvious. It fueled you, awoke your need to control with a jolt.

You fought for dominance, letting your mouth duel for any scrap of authority you could have over the man, but he kept you wrapped around his finger, tightening his grasp on you while simultaneously letting your mind run free with thoughts of him and only him. He was dangerous; intimidating.

She sought death on a queen-sized bed.

He began to pull away but to your surprise he only hauled you up with him, taking your thighs and forcing you into a straddle around his lap, not once letting his lips leave your body.

'You do it on purpose, don't you? Vexing and riling me up in front of others-' He took hold of the nightgown and pulled it up over your head before roughly grabbing your chin and letting his lips brush against your now swollen ones '-I swore to myself if you did it again, I would've thought you a lesson right before their very eyes.'

The General was quick to pull you back into him, bare chests pressed together and heartbeats merging into one. Your hips moved on their own accord, slowly drawing circles around his bulge.

'General I didn't take you for a man that stalled.' You spoke against his lips. You were done with his words, you needed his actions.

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

At that, his hand let go of its deathly grip on your waist and quickly went to your core. Letting a deep growl out at your dripping wetness, he plunged a finger deep into you as his palm stroked your clit at an excruciatingly painful pace, too slow for your liking. You couldn't help keep the whimper down and he had the audacity to chuckle at your neediness.

'And I didn't take you to be so impatient.' He nipped at your shoulder as he picked up his pace, earning a series of moans from you. It was like music to his ears.

With your head against his chest, you rode your wave of pleasure out with his fingers still inside you, milking your first orgasm of the night.

Almost immediately he had you under him again and before you could register with your eyes, you felt the head of his cock nudging at your sensitive bud, as if begging for entry. It sent shivers up your spine, seeing him there at your mercy. He ran across your wet folds again and a throaty moan echoed around the room. Are you sure he's at your mercy?

You coaxed him to enter and once he did you felt euphoria. He stretched you out to your limits, filled you until you bottomed out. His eyes were tightly shut as he basked in the comfort of you. It felt just as good to be buried in you as it did to kiss you. You enveloped his senses and his mind. You were the only thing that mattered to him at that very moment.

'Saints Y/N.' His forehead fell against yours as he thrust in and out of you, bearing his weight on the arm not holding your thigh up.

Despite the pleasure clouding your mind and vision, you managed to grab at his vulnerability and flip you both around. He didn't fight back, only grabbed hold of the back of your neck to kiss you deeply as you pounded down onto him. His hold on your hip was deadly, bound to bruise. He liked the thought of marking you as his.

You came with a strangled cry, the pulsing around his length sending him into a frenzy of his own as your name spilled out like a prayer from his lips. It took a while for you to catch your breath and return to your natural state. But it didn't last long before the events of the night were repeated and more marks were littered across your body.

It was only then that you fell asleep, thoroughly spent and exhausted, awaiting the next time you could defy him.

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[astaroth1357]

Demon Brothers Getting Possessive at the Club

… I can explain. Or, well, no I can't. But this exists now anyway so enjoy?

Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Yandere-ish, Violence

Intro: The MC and their favorite demon were just trying to have a fun night out at The Fall. The lights were going, the music was blaring, and the two of them were by the bar but there was a problem. Their demon noticed a sketchy creep who'd been eyeing their human all night long… and that simply won't do. So when their human left to use the bathroom…

It was time to take care of the problem.

Lucifer

Though Lucifer was usually less than into the club scene, the MC wanted a change of pace from their usual dates and he did so want to make them happy… At first, he thought he'd just be dealing with the loud noise and crowded atmosphere but then he noticed something else…

A demon had been following them through most of the night, always keeping his distance but staring at the MC far too much for his liking…

This put Lucifer in a bit of an odd position. He didn't exactly want to leave the club because the MC didn't look tired yet, but he also didn't like seeing that cretin following them around…

Yet, of course, it also rubbed his pride the wrong way to go tell him to stop directly. Lucifer would never admit to feeling bothered by some pitiful lesser demon… Never.

But by the time the MC left him to use the restroom, he was at his wit's end. He could see the man had taken a seat at the other end of the bar just to watch them and he was growing irritated… So he had to devise a new strategy.

It's unusual for demons to walk around in their true forms. It's not that it's frowned upon or anything, it's just that it's normally something reserved for big events… or for displays of dominance and control.

So when Lucifer slipped into his demon form in the middle of The Fall, it turned quite a few heads. Truthfully, there was only one head in particular that he wanted his way, and once he got it, he stared the guy down…

It was a taste of the lowlife's own medicine, but so much worse coming from him… The feel of Lucifer's bloody-onyx eyes and chillingly cold smile from across the bar could have made even the strongest men run for the hills…

Needless to say, the demon didn't last very long under the eldest brother's gaze. In fact, he wilted almost immediately before slinking away as quickly as he could… 

A guy not even able to stomach the firstborn's stare? Truly a pathetic coward if Lucifer ever saw one.

He was totally back to normal by the time the MC returned and went back to dancing with them like nothing ever happened… Though his human couldn't help but notice the crowd kept their distance from them for the rest of the night... 

Eh, Hell is just weird sometimes isn't it?

Mammon

Look, Mammon had been trying to have some fun the whole night and for the most part he'd been succeeding except for one thing…

He could sense that asshole still hadn't left them alone. He'd just hover near him and his MC like a hellhound stalking prey… It was annoying. It was creepy…

And it was reeeaaallly getting on his nerves.

When the MC left for the restroom, he was leaning back against the bar scanning the room for their abhorrent admirer while using the tint of his sunglasses to hide his eyes.

It didn't take him long to see the gross fuck sitting alone at a table. Who knew what he was planning... following them home? Taking candid shots of MC? Either way, he wanted to sock him in the jaw…

But, of course, Mammon knew he had to play it just a little smoother than that to stay in the club.

Mammon sauntered over to the man's table and invited himself to sit, kicking his feet up to look casual but knocking his boots against the surface so roughly it made the guy jump... Pathetic.

"Oi, so I've seen ya lookin at my human… Real work of art, eh?" He flashed the guy a fanged grin and watched him sweat for a second before cutting off any answer.

"-'course they are. Don't need to tell me. But I gotta say, you're really ticking me off, bud… We're just tryin to enjoy ourselves but I keep seeing your ugly mug wherever we're at."

He pulled his legs back from the table and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a deck of playing cards.

"Tell ya what, I'm feelin oddly generous so let's play a game. You and me. If ya win, I'll let ya have a night with'em…" He fought the urge to punch the guy when he saw his eyes light up, "but if I win…"

Mammon put the deck on the table then leaned in real close, "I'll flay your skin off and gild ya skeleton in the 4th circle myself… Gold skulls are selling like hotcakes right now." He put every bit of malice he could into the threat, even barring his increasingly sharpening fangs.

The guy must of had a good head on him because he paled immediately before getting up and running from the table. If there's one thing everybody knows about Mammon, it's never play cards with him if he can make even a single Grimm… Chances are, you're gonna lose.

When the MC came back, Mammon flagged them down to their new table and pulled them onto his lap for a little chat before getting more drinks. They're his human. His.

Leviathan

Of course Levi noticed this creep the second that they walked in. He's Envy. He had been hyper-vigilant of all the attention the MC had been receiving since their first step inside. But this guy was… persistent.

He'd been tailing them all night, always finding spots with good vantage points, which of course was sketch as hell but...

Honestly? Levi just didn't like him looking at them. Not at all. In fact, he'd hazard to say he truly hated this complete stranger for how much real estate his eyes were taking up of his precious MC… What gave him the right??

By the time the MC had to use the restroom, he was sitting at the bar seriously contemplating whether or not to just carry them home… He didn't like night clubs anyway, but they seemed to be having fun and they always looked so cute while dancing…

No. He couldn't just take them home. But once they left, he had a much better idea.

It was easy for Levi to slip away from the bar. The asshole was leaned back against a nearby wall and pretty much pulled his phone out the second the MC was out of sight. From there, Levi only had to do what he did best, blend into the background, until he was right next to the guy...

He didn't say anything. He didn't give him any warning or threat. No, no he was far too ticked to be that charitable…

The only indication the man got of how royally he fucked up was the searing pain of Levi's fangs digging into his shoulder, the thirdborn's gloved hand muffling his screams until the venom took hold of his prey.

The last thing that man ever saw, propped up and paralyzed against the wall, was the MC coming back to their docile otaku, who now pulled them into his arms… still shooting the occasional smirk in his victim's direction.

And the last thing he ever heard was the same word his killer whispered to him after his throat became too tight to scream… "Mine."

Satan

This always seemed to happen whenever he took the MC places… They could be walking together in the park and he'd still see lesser demon eyes following them around...

Frankly, it did piss him off to a degree. He knew they never asked to be stared at like a piece of meat, but if he'd go on a rampage every time it happened then they'd never have a quiet date again. So he learned to put up with it… to an extent.

The demon that had been following them that night was really testing his notoriously short patience...

He had tried several tactics to shake the guy as they were dancing but he'd always come right back. He even got more handsy than normal to show, "Hey, this one is mine!" but that had gotten him equally dismal results… It was bordering the line of disrespect now.

He did his best to keep up a friendly face while the MC was with him, but they must have noticed he'd gotten tense. They told him to try and relax a bit before they left for the bathroom…

Oh, he was going to relax alright.

The second they were out of sight, Satan's smile broke into a glare he leveled right at the offending scumbag's table. Of course, seeing the MC had left put the guy's attention elsewhere, but that was his funeral.

Satan knew his time was limited, so he skipped the pleasantries and marched right over to him, slamming his foot down onto the edge of the table with such force it threatened to tip it over then grabbed him by the neck.

"Back. OFF."

It really didn't take much, his reputation preceded him. He felt the guy's pulse skyrocket between his fingers before he let him go.

It was hard not to get a little satisfaction when watching the worthless creep scramble away from him like his life depended on it (as it very much did). He almost considered giving chase just to amp up the fun, but the MC returned sooner than he expected…

A pair of arms around his waist and lips against his cheek were enough to evaporate his anger right then… but it didn't settle his sudden need to mark them in the slightest.

Ultimately, the real question was whether he could wait until they got home to show the world that they were his or if they needed to find somewhere… quieter. No promises, MC.

Asmodeus 

Asmo had dealt with his fair share of admirers, the stalking kind included. Fortunately, dealing with them had always been relatively easy for him (he is a ruler of Hell after all) but one targeting his beloved human…? That was far less acceptable in his eyes.

He caught sight of the beady eyes of the creep while he was dancing with the MC. At first, he thought the guy was looking at him (who wouldn't?) but then he followed his eyeline right to his lovely human companion…

Though he couldn't exactly blame him for staring, he and MC made a fantastic looking pair, he definitely couldn't sit idly by either. People like this are usually bad news and he refused to let any harm come to his MC…!

He was as tactful as ever, though. He liked The Fall and would rather not be banned from returning… He waited patiently for the MC to go to the bathroom before making his way over to the creep, his perfect smile still sitting on his face.

"Excuse me, cutie." He waited for the stalker's eyes to leave his phone and settle on Asmo's own. "Ah, there you are! Good. I had a question for you, I think… oh no, I must have forgotten it! Silly me."

Though he could see the demon was growing annoyed, Asmo stalled for just a few moments longer… just long enough for his bewitching charm to set into his victim's mind.

"Ah! Now I remember. Do you like dogs?" He smiled in satisfaction to see the creeper's head nod slowly. "Oh good! Because I know a very hungry dog right now… Cerberus is his name and I don't think he's had a meal today. Would you be a doll and go feed him for me? He lives in the cave behind the House of Lamentation. You can't miss him."

The demon's head nodded slowly yet again as he rose from his chair and walked out of the club quietly. Quick, painless, and with no messy cleanup!

Well… none that Cerberus wouldn't clean up for him anyway. Asmo returned to the bar with a newly giddy grin on his face... His MC wouldn't be seeing that man ever again~!

Beelzebub 

Beel is very patient. Beel is very kind. Beel is very forgiving. Beel is… really not about this right now...

Unlike his brothers, Beel's easygoing nature made him less quick to pick up on the lingering glances that the MC gets from others. Even when he does notice, he can usually let it slide if looking is all they do (he's the only one who can touch after all).

But even he couldn't miss how wolfishly that demon was staring at them… It made him uncomfortable and the guy just refused to leave them alone…

By the time the MC left Beel at the bar to use the restroom, he was on a level of irritated usually only reserved for when someone denied him food… It was like that jerk had taken a cheese grater to his patience and it was wearing thin…

As much as he knew he could deck him, he didn't want to get them kicked out… The MC was having such a good time, despite the creep's ogling, so he used a different approach…

Being so high up in Hell had its perks and one was that anywhere in town that offered food also had a secret menu… A Beelzebub Only menu (as a precaution so that he wouldn't wreck the place whenever he stopped by). Anything on his menu always had huge portions and The Fall was no exception.

The bartender didn't seem too surprised when he ordered a Drakon Leg, but he was very surprised when he asked to get the full bone too… Not with the meat on it. Just the bone.

Fun Fact: the bones of Drakons are supremely thick and strong enough to be used as clubs.

Even More Fun Fact: it takes an incredible amount of force to snap these bones…

...which Beel did without breaking a sweat… and maintaining eye contact with the creep The. Entire. Time. The sound of the bone snapping in two was almost as deafening as a gunshot and he didn't even flinch.

The demon went running out of the club with his tail between his legs and quickly got swapped out for the MC running back, worried about what made such a loud noise…

Of course, by that time Beel had the bone thrown away and was chowing down on the meat like nothing ever happened so they dropped the subject soon enough...

He may not be as open about when he claims someone as the rest of his family but that's because when push comes to shove, who in their right mind would want to challenge Beel anyway...?

Belphegor 

Nope. Nope. Nope nope nope, he's not having this. Not one bit.

Belphie lacks a lot of the good-natured patience of his twin... Chances are if there's something happening and he's not stopping it, it's just because putting up with it is the path of least resistance…

But there are always exceptions and those are usually reserved for the MC.

Strangers trying to get close or even imagining themselves being with MC really makes his blood boil… He knew them the most. He loved them the most. On just what grounds did some random moron think he could take his place?? Wishful thinking? Keep dreaming, buddy.

So, of course, he wasn't happy when he noticed some asshole staring at the MC like Beel does when he sees a havoc roast...

He kept his poker face up while he was with the MC, but he was devising a plan to take care of him the entire time… One he finally got the chance to enact once the MC went to the bathroom.

He's even better at going unnoticed than Levi, so sneaking his way over to the asshole was a piece of cake. He didn't notice until Belphie casually draped his arm around the guy's neck, hanging his clawed hand dangerously close to the scumbag's heart...

"Having a good time…?"

He could feel a shallow swallow against his arm as he began to slowly apply pressure to his trachea.

"I bet you were… and I was too until I saw you following us… Care to explain yourself?"

"I-I uh-Gah!" 

The guy's voice gets cut off by Belphie's arm getting even tighter, the sharp tips of his claws drumming directly over the man's thundering heart.

"Ugh, that's what you actually sound like? Never mind, it's not worth knowing…" His fingers stopped drumming and slowly began to dig into his skin...

"I'm only going to say this once… If I ever see you tailing my human again, you won't be needing this-" his claws drilled a little deeper into his chest, "-anymore. Am I clear?"

The demon's head nodded as much as his strangled throat would allow and Belphie finally retracted his claws, wiping the blood off on the guy's shirt before letting him go. He fell forward onto all fours before attempting to scramble away as fast as he could...

Belphie watched him go with disinterest on his face, but satisfaction in his heart. Yet another threat to his human dealt with… And they could go back to enjoying their evening together. Alone. Just where his human belonged...

[jasmariswonderland]

Shining Hearts Chapter 1 ~ Costumes and Confessions

Chapter Summary: Soon after returning from winter break, Danica begins preparations for the coming cultural festival with Farron’s help. And contemplates the thoughts she has for her dorm leaders. 

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Pomefiore Dorm - Farron’s Studio 

The door to the studio was cracked open ever so slightly, enough to allow someone to peer in. From the corner of her eye, Danica could see one of Farron’s dress forms draped with an indigo Pomefiore cloth. A twinge of happy anticipation fluttered in her stomach. She knew what was under the cloth and knew it was for her.

A million possibilities danced through her mind about what would be the final result of this collaboration. Right before winter break, Danica had shared with Farron a handful of ideas for her VDC costume—details that, she was certain, with his imagination, he would take and create something gorgeous and worthy of victory.

“Come on in, Cygnet!”

Sitting at his makeup stand and looking through the three-way mirror, Farron saw Danica peeking from behind the door. He smiled and opened the door further, welcoming her into his creative domain.

"Come in, and prepare to pick your jaw off the floor!”

She greeted Farron cordially, fighting back the very strong urge to pull the cloth off the dress form right then and there. But she knew to give him the satisfaction of revealing his work himself.

“I’ve seen the things you’ve made for Vil-san. And for the film research club,” she said, grinning. “I’m so excited I’ll finally have the honor of wearing your beautiful work myself!”

“Would you like to see it first? Once you’ve decided you like what you see, and once the other six members are selected, we’ll all work together to create pieces that highlight each lady’s style and personality." Farron pushed the dress form closer to her, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Now, close your eyes, Cygnet. And don’t open until I say so!”

With bated breath and her heart racing, Danica closed her eyes and covered them with her hands for good measure. Farron waved one of his hands near her covered eyes and when he saw she couldn’t see, smiled as he swept the indigo cloth off the dress form with elegant flair. Revealing a masterpiece of fabric and design.

“Okay, open!”

Danica opened her eyes and was seized by the very alarming but very euphoric sensation of love at first sight.

A strapless dress of two contrasting hues stood before her. Sleek black overlaying a deep and shimmering violet, laced with thin black ribbons at the front and adorned with black sequins. Soft black feathers decorated the bodice, and a multistrand belt of onyx beads hung loosely against the waist. When Farron turned the dress form around to show the backside, the belt swayed with the dress, causing the beads to sparkle. The black fabric itself caught the light, and Danica could see small hints of sparkle there as well.

“Ahhhh!! Ohhhh, Great Sevens!!” she gasped, her heart beating faster than before. “This is incredible! Better than I ever dreamed!”

“Excellent!” he exclaimed. “And now, I’m going to step out momentarily so you can try it on. We can see if I must make any alterations.”

What Danica felt as she slipped on the dress and laced the beaded belt through its loops, she could not easily describe. The feathered bodice hugged her figure perfectly, with the hi-low skirt cascading gracefully above her knees. She turned around a few times in the full mirror, admiring how her porcelain complexion contrasted dramatically with the sleek dark fabric. And she noticed acutely how much skin was revealed by the strapless bodice but it didn’t bother her. The dress accentuated her curves, exuding an air of maturity while still reflecting her youth and personal style.

Of all the stage costumes she had worn in the past, this one was unlike any other. It was beautiful. No, more than beautiful, it was striking, it was elegant. And wearing it enveloped her in a feeling she never before thought was possible with clothing. It was a sensation akin to perfecting her unique magic and watching someone fall under its influence. For a moment, Danica closed her eyes and envisioned herself on the VDC stage. The eyes of the world upon her, the roaring sound of applause as she brought victory to her school. Basking in all of the adoration.

Power

This was power. At that moment, Danica realized that Farron had created the perfect ally for her. With this gorgeous dress, Danica would soon be reborn, shedding her insecurities and becoming the kind of performer she always, secretly wished she could be. Not one chronically afraid of being perceived, no longer fearing judgment, but one who commanded her audience with all the confidence of one well aware of their magnificence. Yes, this was what power felt like. Victory at the VDC was as good as hers, performing in an outfit like this.

“You’re glowing, Cygnet.” Farron grinned as he returned to the studio, closing the door behind him. “I’ll take that as a sign of your satisfaction then?”

“Absolutely!” Danica replied, joyfully spinning around with all the enthusiasm of an excited little girl. I can’t describe it, but I feel like this dress has cloaked me in some kind of power—the power I’ll need to win. Farron, did you use any magic in the construction process?”

“None whatsoever, but what you’re feeling is a power,” he smiled. “The power of looking amazing and knowing you look amazing! And you do!” He took her hand and brought her closer to the three-way mirror, turning her around so she could admire her costume from every angle.

“I know you said you were thinking of a dark color palette and wanted to add feathers. So, I decided to go with the school colors since you will be bringing home a victory for NRC. See? The colors match our ceremonial robes. That’s also how I decided on black feathers, like the elegant ravens of the night!”

“Night ravens…” she thought aloud. “I can see that however, when I see this, the image I get is of black swans.”

“Like the black swan from the ballet. I like that image too!”

“The Black Swan was charming and graceful, just like the White Swan. But she was also powerful, dangerous, and bold. That’s how I feel wearing this. And now that I think about it…” Danica laughed a little. “That’s exactly the image I was going for—a beautiful but dangerous black swan, exactly what I was envisioning.”

“Dangerous? Bold?” Farron gave her a knowing look. “I do believe Vil’s teachings are beginning to rub off on you. On that same note, have you two discussed your plans for the VDC? Like what song your team will perform?”

“Not yet,” Danica replied, still focused on her reflection. We’re supposed to meet this afternoon. Taima, her sister, and I worked on a few tracks over winter break, so we’d have options. Vil-san said he’d have the final say, but I’m sure…”

A tint of red flushed her cheeks at a sudden recollection of something that transpired during that same winter break, mere hours before the end of the previous year. Her train of thought was momentarily lost, and Farron had to retrieve it for her.

“You’re sure that…?”

“Oh! I’m sure Vil-san and I will see eye-to-eye, and he will acquiesce to what I want.” The flush on her face darkened. “Since we’ve returned to school, he’s…been very agreeable as of late. Have you noticed?”

Farron had not, but from the look on her face, he could tell there was more to what she was saying. His curiosity couldn’t help but be piqued. Perhaps the rumors were true.

“Danica, dear, do you mind if I ask you something?” Farron’s sudden shift from her nickname caught her interest and she nodded slowly. “I promise I won’t tell anyone your answer but was it planned?”

“Planned? Was what planned?”

“The new years ball, the one held by your ballet school. The one you performed in. When you left for winter break, I don’t recall you saying your ballet performance for the ball would be a pas de deux, let alone with…”

“OH! THAT!” Danica covered her cheeks as a sudden rush of heat came to them. Along with the memory of what transpired that evening on the dance floor. “No, no. It wasn’t planned at all! I was as surprised as everyone watching, probably more so. It was terrifying!”

“Really?!” Farron’s eyes widened. “But from an outsider’s perspective, it did seem planned. The way you two moved was so natural, so smooth—as though you and Vil rehearsed for weeks!”

“Nothing couldn’t be further from the truth! Initially, I planned to perform with four others from my class. But a few days before the event, I was told I would actually be dancing solo, and then, once I walked out onto the dance floor…”

“There was Vil,” Farron finished her sentence, furthering her embarrassment.

“Yes! There he was! Vil Schoenheit, our dorm leader, leading me in a completely unplanned pas de deux! It’s a wonder I didn’t pass out!” Danica sighed. “Would you like to know a secret, Farron?”

“A secret? Certainly.”

“Before that moment, I had little experience dancing with a partner. My ballet teacher had only just begun teaching us before I began NRC. Vil gave me a little more instruction before winter break, but everything we did together, was just me improvising from what I’ve seen in other ballets. I know Magicam is flooded with our performance videos, but I’m afraid to look at them because I had no idea what I was doing. Vil whispered instructions throughout, but still, for all I know, we may look very clumsy.”

“Clumsy? Far from it, my dear,” Farron couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “In fact, I was looking at one such video before you came in, would you like to see?”

Danica hesitated, torn between fear of further embarrassment and genuine curiosity. The latter of these took over, and she agreed to look at it. The video Farron showed her was, incidentally, the most popular upload at that moment. It only showed the last minute and a half of their dance but showed the moment when Danica’s confidence was in full bloom, moving gracefully with Vil’s guidance. She made several bold turns around her partner before he took her hand and lifted her in the air, with as much ease as if he were lifting a feather.

Several audible gasps and musings could be heard from the audience as Danica made a beautifully flowing movement with her arms as Vil gently brought her back to the ground. As the music faded, she took a few steps back from him, lowering her eyes and performing a deep reverence to the audience and then to him. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, kissing her hand in full view of the countless eyes upon them. She watched this with a fluttering sensation warming her chest, becoming warmer as she read the video's title.

“Princess Swept off Her Feet By Vil Schoenheit: Is This Bad Boy Secretly A Prince In Disguise?!”

That’s exactly how it felt. Danica thought. It was only by imagining he was my prince that I could keep my nerves in check. And the way he praised me, kissing my hand when we were done…he’ll never know what an incredible moment that was for me.

“Cygnet?”

“Oh, oh,” Danica shook herself from her thoughts. “You’re…right, we…look amazing. I guess I had nothing to be afraid of after all.”

“Yet your face says you’re still troubled."

“No, no. I’m not upset or anything. Just surprised. And confused.”

“Confused?”

“You remember how Vil was acting right before break, right? He was acting so cold, cruel even. Threatening to pull me out of the VDC if I didn’t cancel the holiday promotion I did for my parents. I didn’t understand it. But when we danced together…I…he…”

Danica turned away from Farron, just in case her face was giving away the words she dared not speak aloud.

“But now, the difference in his demeanor is like night and day. He hasn’t mentioned the promo, but he also hasn’t mentioned our dance either. He’s just being very nice, maybe even nicer. As though none of this ever happened.”

“Ahhh, I think I understand now.” Farron smiled.

“What do you understand, Farron? Because I would love to end this confusion”

“Take off your costume and return to your dorm uniform. You look ravishing, and thankfully, no alterations will be needed. Once you’re dressed, I’ll explain everything to you.”

Eager for answers, Danica made quick work of this. Slipping her Pomefiore top and robe over herself as she pulled the dress to her ankles. She didn’t even bother to add the ribbon back to her hair, a gift designed specifically for her dorm uniform, and held onto it as she sat down.

“Okay, now please tell me why Vil-san has been so hot and cold lately,” she said as Farron returned. Closing the door again. “Cause I’d like to be warned if his mood swings again.”

“I doubt that will happen again anytime soon," Farron replied. "But let me first ask you a question. The photos from your shoot for Ledelle Cosmetics were exquisite, and the commercial was lovely. But what did you think of your modeling partner?”

“My modeling partner? Oh you mean Neige Leblanche? Well, he was nice, I guess. Very sweet and approachable.” Danica giggled. “Kind of like a puppy!”

“And what do you think of him compared to Vil?”

“Compared to Vil?” she hesitated. “I…well…ehhhh, honestly, Neige is kind of flat compared to Vil, if that’s the proper word. I know I just compared him to a puppy, but the thing is, those traits would be more acceptable if he were a puppy. But he’s not; he’s older than me." Danica laughed. "He's charming for sure, and he’s extremely adorable, but I feel like he’s TOO adorable. Does that make sense? I don’t know, I guess I just like what Vil-san has going on a bit more.”

“Ahhhh I see,” Farron nodded. “Well, to answer your question, Vil’s ire with you wasn’t at you per se. But with the fact you were in a commercial and photoshoot with Neige. I’m sure you’ve seen the films they star in.”

“I have. I was always taken with Vil’s acting,” Danica smiled. “I remember when I first spoke to Vil at our welcome party, it was like seeing one of his characters emerge from the silver screen. I was so afraid of even meeting his gaze.”

“And he kept scolding you about that!” Farron winked.

“No, don’t remind me! But even though I was afraid, I was more so captivated. He’s very compelling as an actor and incredible as a model. My two besties at RSA are huge fans of him too.”

“That may be, but Vil and Neige are as much stage rivals as they are academic. An interesting dichotomy between them has existed since they both debuted. They both have beauty worthy of the heavens, but Vil’s is dynamic and intimidating. I’ve heard people say he’s almost too perfect. Neige, on the other hand, is adorable and pure, but as you said, he’s too much so. But while they are on different ends of a beautiful extreme, it has affected what roles you see them take.”

“Hmm, I never really thought about any of this. My friends and I just always preferred Vil more.”

“And rumor has it Neige will head the boys' team for the VDC this year.”

“That still doesn’t answer why Vil was upset with me," Danica shrugged. "If he has issues with Neige, how does it relate to me?”

“Ah, sweet cygnet.” Farron grinned. Very well, I’ll ask you another question, though you might want to think carefully before answering.”

“Hmmm? You can ask me.”

“What do you think of Vil-san? Not just as a dorm leader and senpai, I mean personally. Do you like him?

“Like...like him?!" Danica gasped. "You…don’t mean like a friend right? You mean…” Farron quickly nodded and blush shot up her face. “AH-EH?!?!? I…I mean…uhhhhhh…” she wrung her hands, pressing them to her scarlet face. “I do but…I…Vil-san he…I…errmmmm…oh…ohhhhhh…”

“My, such a strong reaction!” he chuckled.

“I…I mean…it’s not like I haven’t imagined it. But kind of like how I imagine what would happen if a meteor came from the sky and destroyed Twisted Wonderland! Although, I’d prefer dating Vil-san to that.”

“Uhhh, I think I would prefer that too,” Farron laughed. “And I think THAT might be more of a possibility. After all, you like him, right?”

“I…well…yes, I do like him, but that doesn’t mean he likes me the same way. And besides…” she blushed again. “My feelings are…somewhat complicated because I…” The memory of another moment during winter break returned to her, darkening the blush on her face. “I think I’m crushing on two people at the same time. Vil-san and…well…someone else.”

“Someone else? Ohhhhh?”

“If I tell you, do you promise…”

“Far be it from me to betray the trust of one I consider a friend,” Farron smiled, answering her question before she finished. “Tell me, Danica. I swear, not even Sidonie will know.”

Danica hesitated, waiting until she was sure the blush had fully faded before taking a deep breath and leaning into Farron’s ear. She bit her lip and then murmured the name of her second crush, though too softly for Farron to hear. She spoke his name again, a little louder, but Farron still wondered if he had misheard.

“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you say…”

“You did! I did!” she quickly interrupted him, not even bothering to become embarrassed again as she felt the time for that had long passed. “I did. Yes, it’s true I am crushing on both of my dorm leaders! What is wrong with me, Farron? What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Wrong? I see nothing wrong here. Honestly, I understand. For a long time, I was crushing on Vil myself. And Rook, well, he’s not as beautiful as Vil for sure. But he’s far more…dashing and exquisitely rugged,” Farron grinned. “You have impeccable taste, my dear!”

“You don’t think it’s odd that I’m developing feelings for two people at the same time?”

“Hmmm, not really.” He placed his chin in his hand with thought. “I will say, both think very highly of you but in different ways. But at some point, one of them will stand out more in your heart, and your feelings for the other will eventually fade. So I wouldn’t worry.”

But asking Danica not to worry was not usually the easiest task. From the moment she entered Pomefiore months prior, she felt herself under immense pressure. Rook’s initial warmth helped alleviate some of the pressure, and his charming praise always put her at ease, even if his words often bordered on blatantly flirtatious. They had a sweet yet unorthodox dynamic that Danica strangely enjoyed.

Vil, on the other hand, expected nothing less than absolute perfection from her. She was never under the illusion that life at NRC would be easy, but Vil’s exacting nature was on a whole different level, even compared to her own perfectionist streaks. Oddly enough, he seemed to take very little issue with her compared to other freshmen. There were times when Vil seemed almost sweet in how he encouraged her potential, but he never praised her to the degree Rook would. He was distant, often critical, but still kind.

Though Danica often thought herself in Vil’s good graces, it didn’t mean he was ever easy on her. In fact, she sometimes wondered if his expectations for her were greater than what he wished for Epel. From making her sing solo for the first time to insisting she dance for a group of famous reporters visiting the dorm and then deciding to sit in on her practice sessions, it always seemed like Vil was testing Danica. Testing her determination, introversion against pressure, and whether she was a worthy disciple of the Fairest Queen. All of these tests pushing her to new limits she was previously unaware of.

Now, with the VDC, she felt that she would soon be given yet another test, the most important of them all, it seemed. But despite it all, Danica truly respected and admired Vil. She could see his drive and wanted to emulate it and pass all his tests. When he led her in their pas de deux, Danica saw firsthand how Vil was able to captivate the audience, exactly what she wished for as a dancer.

Over the course of winter break, Danica was able to see new sides to her dorm leaders during the unexpected moments they spent time together. First with Rook, during a visit to Sunset Savanna to see Taima and her family, and then with Vil during their dance at the ball. Even if these moments left her heart confused, and even if it was distressing at times, Danica wanted to meet the expectations of her dorm leaders. To earn their approval, their respect, and, in the deepest corners of her mind and heart, maybe even the love of one of them. Farron could see the deep thoughts going through her mind and decided she could use some assurance.

“I can see how your feelings are troubling you, Cygnet. You were kind enough to trust me with some of your secrets today. How about I tell you one of my own? It might help lift some of those troubles from your heart.”

He noticed that Danica was still holding her dorm hair ornament. When she nodded her interest in his secret, he sat her down, turning her head back to the mirror. Gently, he pulled the ribbon from her grasp and placed it in her hair before brushing it in place.

“This hair accessory was a gift for you, do you remember? On the day of your dorm concert back in October.”

“I remember. Honestly, since receiving it, I feel like my dorm uniform was lacking before having it.”

“It matches perfectly and suits you perfectly too. I should know, because I made it.”

“Really?” Danica turned to him with a little smile. “I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised. I’ve seen the other lovely things you’ve made for others in the dorm.”

“Now, here’s my secret. I was sworn to absolute secrecy never to tell anyone who commissioned me to make it for you. I won’t tell you either, but what I will tell you…” a mischievous grin spread across his face. “…is that it was commissioned by one of our own dorm leaders!”

“WHAT?!”

Such was her surprise that she actually jumped from her chair. Not realizing Farron was still brushing her hair and squeaking when he unintentionally pulled on it.

“Vil or Rook gave me this gift?! You mean to tell me, every time I walk down the hall of these dorms and greet one of them, they’re looking not just at me, but a gift from one of them…oh…ohhhhhh” Her face was as red as an apple. “This changes everything! Farron, please tell me who…”

“What did I just say?” He laughed. “I was sworn to secrecy! And I take that very seriously if you haven’t noticed! I didn’t even tell Sidonie, so what makes you think…”

“I promise I won’t let him know that I know! Tell me, Farron, Please!”

“Forget it, Cygnet! Consider the truth a mystery. A mystery for you to solve!”

Danica grumbled but knew there was no use in coaxing Farron. She was certain that whoever commissioned him probably really did not want her to know. If it was Rook, her knowledge might ruin the current, playful dynamic they both shared. And if it was Vil, he might fear the knowledge of his feelings would cause her to become lax in her self-improvement. She told herself this, and she sighed, half in defeat and half in determination. She would find a way to solve this mystery.

“Could you at least give me some clues?” she asked. “It doesn’t matter how vague.”

“Fine, one clue,” Farron smirked. “Your admirer is blonde and eighteen years old.”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

“You said I could be vague!”

“Ugh, you’re correct, I did say that.”

Danica fell back into the chair as he laughed again. She looked down at her feet, pensively kicking them before looking up at the clock on the wall. It was now one thirty-five, and she would soon have to meet with Vil and Rook anyway to discuss her plans for the VDC. She pulled herself up out of her chair and prepared to leave.

“Well, I suppose this will remain a mystery for the time being. And perhaps I will soon find clues of my own."

"Hmm?"

"It'll soon be time for me to meet with our dorm leaders," said Danica. "I'm heading out now so I have time to change; since I plan to show them some of the choreography I have planned."

A warm feeling ticked her heart as she turned the doorknob, and Farron immediately noticed a smile coming to her.

"Are you excited?" he asked teasingly. "About performing in the VDC, and about your secret admirer?"

"Both of those things," she replied, smiling wider. "But more than anything, I'm looking forward to being on stage again, and I'm excited about how this experience will change me as a performer." Her expression then became quite serious as she went on, "Ever since I became a Pomefiore student, I've felt myself gradually changing for the better. I don't know if that makes sense."

"You're making perfect sense," Farron nodded. And I can see it, too. You're definitely a lot less timid. You still have your insecure moments, but I believe you are beginning to believe in your capability—exactly what Vil and Rook have always wished for you." He chuckled. After all, five months ago, would you have been able to dance beside Vil without passing out?"

"Ohhhhh noooo!" she laughed. "I wouldn't even dare to imagine such a thing! But now, it's true I'm beginning to believe I am capable of anything. And in a few weeks, my capability will be put to the test. And for once, I'm feeling wholly confident in the results!"

"I'm so glad and happy that I'll have a hand in your success, Cygnet." Farron smiled as he pulled her costume back onto its dress form. “I wish you the best of luck, and I can’t wait to see you on stage in this," he added with a sly little smirk. Now, the second thing I’ve created just for you!”

~~~

[princehrry-writings]

Y/n's a witch and Harry's her soulmate

I'VE LITERALLY BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR 2 MONTHS!!!

lanfvksbkvjbs I hope you guys like it because I poured my whole soul into this!!!! I wanted it to be over 10k but I felt like I was just dragging it on and the ending isn't great but it's ok.

I switch between present and past tense without meaning too- oops :)

wordcount: 9911

warnings: uhhh, swearing, google translated latin :) catcalling and unwanted male attention (with a bad witch moment... see what i did there😏), a little bit of violence, very lightly edited lmao

She didn’t quite understand what was going on. Was this another witch? No, she would have felt that energy differently. So he had to be a mortal. But why did it feel like she had just been set on fire in the best way possible.

“Thank you…” He muttered, eyes glazed over. “M’Harry, by the way.”

Harry.

What a magical name, she thought.

or

Harry walks into Y/n’s shop one day, sees the brooms sweeping by themselves and gets a little curious.

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“Althea, get your claws out of there. You’re gonna get hair in the muffins!” Y/n shrieked, quickly shooing the troublesome feline away from the open bowl of batter sat atop the counter. The cat just meowed at her, unbothered by her person's shrieking. Thea was quite the diva. She couldn’t give a flying fuck even if she tried.

“Oh Stars, look what you’ve done!” Y/n continued, cleaning up the trail of paw prints left in the flour on the table. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the kitchen when I’m baking Thea! Why don’t you ever listen!”

Y/n has been a little strung up lately. That’s probably the understatement of the century. Maybe if she hadn’t been put in charge of the shop for the first time by herself while her mother went to gather supplies and place orders for said shop, she wouldn’t be so stressed. She’s only 22 years into her eternal lifetime. She’s yet to learn the virtue of patience, her mind never ceasing to run with ideas and thoughts and feelings.

Her mother always griped about how she needed to take a deep breath and let go of the tension in her shoulders because now that she had stopped ageing- she had all the time in the world (literally) to do everything she was worried about. Y/n would argue that she’s not worried so much as eager. She’s just very excitable.

“Why do I even bother yelling at you anymore.” Y/n grumbled, flicking her wrist in the direction of the broom closet. The broom and dustpan came floating out and got to work sweeping up the bits of flower seeds and petals that had dropped off the table instead of into the mortar like she had planned.

Y/n’s never been known for her cleanliness.

Out of the blue, the hair on the back of her neck and arms stood at full attention, a warm shiver shooting down her spine. What the hell? She thought to herself. Thea didn’t seem bothered by whatever energy was coming closer so she knew it wasn’t any danger, but it was something. Y/n flicked her wrist once more, quickly sending the broom away and going to hide behind a wall where whoever this was couldn’t see her.

The little bells above the door chimed, alerting anyone inside that someone had just arrived. In walked, who Y/n thought to be, the most beautiful boy she thinks she’s ever seen. Chestnut curls shielded by a knit beanie, sea glass eyes, broad shoulders, a kind smile on his face. He looked as ethereal as she was.

She felt the earth shift under her feet, her heart speeding up slightly in his presence. He was magnificent, she thought. The shiver she felt was steadfast and unchanging, finding a home in the goosebumps covering her whole body. She had never felt like this before.

The witch watched from behind the wall as the man gazed about the shop, his hands rested behind his back. In a pair of black jeans with a rip in the knee and a white tee shirt with a cardigan thrown over it, he shuffled about.

Y/n took a deep breath, collecting herself before making her presence known. She walked out from behind the wall, stepping behind the main checkout counter and clearing her throat lightly.

“Welcome in! I’m Y/n, let me know if you need any help!” She said, trying not to cringe at how scripted that sounded.

His head popped up, eyes connecting with hers and that’s when they both felt the energy in the room grow. Thea came sauntering out of the kitchen area in the back, Y/n made a mental note to check the muffin batter for cat hair later, no doubt at the electrical charge of the room.

She didn’t quite understand what was going on. Was this another witch? No, she would have felt that energy differently. So he had to be a mortal. But why did it feel like she had just been set on fire in the best way possible.

“Thank you…” He muttered, eyes glazed over. “M’Harry, by the way.”

Harry.

What a magical name, she thought.

There was a pause, where neither of them wanted to move, in fear of this moment passing and never getting to feel like this ever again.

It felt like having a picnic on a warm summer day, where it’s not too hot but just right. It felt like the first breath of fresh Spring air, like hearing a baby giggle. She felt fuzzy and warm. Like she was wrapped in a hug. Y/n felt… peaceful. She felt all of her anxiety about the shop melt away, as if it had never been there.

Harry smiled at her, a pink tinge coating his skin, and pulled his eyes away (he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring), continuing on with his peruse of the shop. He had no idea why he was here, truly. Didn’t realize where he was until he pushed through the door. He doesn’t even know what any of this stuff is, he’s just looking so it seems like he knows what he’s doing.

He felt something brush his ankle, looking down and seeing a fluffy snow white cat with striking green eyes (just like his!), and cooed at her.

“Is it alright if I pet her?” He asked, looking back up at Y/n. He would take any chance he got to look at her. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. With her shiny hair and kind eyes, a smile that made you want to hug her. She looked so welcoming. He felt… oddly peaceful.

“Yeah of course! She’s my little attention whore, aren’t you Thea?” Y/n giggled and Harry thought his heart would stop right there. Her little giggle was the most glorious sound he’d ever heard, he decided.

She got up from her little stool behind the counter and floated over to him, using her cat as an excuse to get closer. She just couldn’t figure out why she had such a pull to him. It didn’t make sense to her. Maybe he was a witch and was just masking his energy really well, maybe he was some sort of other creature, or maybe… no, that can’t be it.

Well…

Maybe… he’s her Flame. Her Twin Flame… Her Soulmate.

No. There’s no way. It’s so rare for witches to find their flames. And especially at such a young age. Y/n’s parents didn’t find each other for almost 75 years, and here she is at just 22, stumbling upon some magical happenstance where her Flame just saunters into her family’s shop.

Harry scratched behind Thea’s ear, a motor-like pur erupting from her little belly. She nuzzled into his touch, and then sprung up onto his shoulder from the table, startling the man. Y/n giggled at the look on his face, reaching up to scratch just above Thea’s tail, her favorite spot.

“She does that when she likes someone.” Y/n explained. A blush appeared on his face at this.

She likes him.

“So was there anything in particular you were looking for?” Y/n continued, hoping to make more conversation with him. Her fingers are buzzing, wanting to reach out and hold his hand or touch his arm, anyway she can get her hands on him really, but she knows that would be inappropriate so she refrains (however difficult it may be).

Harry was in the same boat. He felt the need to wrap her up in his embrace and never let her go. It was the strangest thing he thinks he’s ever felt.

“Honestly, no. I don’t really know what any of this stuff is… I didn’t even realize when I walked in but I didn’t want to look like a psycho just walking in and out of shops randomly.” A shy smile displays on his features.

Y/n chuckled. This furthers her hunch that he is, in fact, her Flame. Getting a random urge to come in here could only mean that the invisible string tying them together was leading him to her. Pulling them closer and closer everyday until this very moment, when they were fated to meet. Written in the stars to know each other, whether that be for love or friendship only time would tell.

She really hopes it’s love.

“Ok… We’re kind of just a general shop. We carry crystals, herbs, spices, oils, candles, and my mother does a lot of crafts, so we sell those here too.” Y/n went on to explain, Harry’s eyes flitted around to all the things she mentioned. He saw glittering crystals, by themselves but also made into jewelry like rings and necklaces, he saw bundles of different flowers and vials of liquids he assumed were the oils she mentioned.

“What is all this stuff for?” He questioned. He had never heard of anyone suddenly needing Oxeye Daisies or black onyx crystals, but he’d never been one to judge.

Y/n paused, thinking of the best way to explain everything. Practising “witchcraft” wasn’t an unusual topic to humans, but they didn’t know that witches with magic that was (semi-inaccurately) portrayed in movies and tv shows actually existed.

“Uhm, anything in the shop can be used for a number of things. Apothecary, gardening, herbal remedies, manifestation.” She explained. He nodded along with her words, doing his best to focus on what she was saying rather than just her. His body was tingling the closer she stood. He never wanted this feeling to go away.

Whatever this feeling was.

Harry looked around, his sights landing on a shelf full of colorful candles. His eyes lit up, trotting over to them, picking up one that was a light lavender color. He didn’t know he was drawn to this one in particular, but something had pulled him to grab it. Something was telling him to buy it, bring it home, and burn it on his bedside table, right next to his head every night.

It was Y/n’s favorite color.

The girl's cheeks burnt when she realized this was the one he had picked out. The occurrence might seem random to anyone passing by, anyone who didn’t know two halves of a soul had just been reunited with one another after being apart for however many years. But Y/n knew, and hopefully Harry would know soon.

She didn’t want to scare him though. He would think she was crazy. Imagine a random stranger that you’ve never seen before in your entire life tells you that you’re meant to spend the rest of your life together. He would run away screaming.

So she has to start slow.

“Think I might get a few candles…” Harry trails off, looking around at all the different shapes and sizes of colored wax sitting before him. Y/n smiles at this and nods, letting him know she’ll be at the counter if he needs anything.

Please need something, she hopes to herself.

He didn’t end up needing anything, but he ended up purchasing 3 candles, all of them being that same lavender color.

* .

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It was a few weeks later when Y/n felt a familiar tingle run down her spine. Harry must be near, she thought.

She had spent the last fortnight and then some moping about the shop and her flat, hoping her Flame would turn up again. Her mother, Asteria, had been ecstatic when she heard that her daughter had found her Flame, and empathised with her pain, understanding that he was a mortal and it was difficult to form bonds with them quickly. The woman always found it interesting how the most indefinite creatures took the longest to form their bonds. But then she remembered they had no knowledge of Twin Souls and often settled for one not fated to them.

“Mama, he’s close. I can feel him!” Y/n cried, tidying her appearance in the reflection of the window. She hopes to the Stars that he’s coming to see her and not just passing through.

Waving away the brooms fluttering around the shop, she busies herself restocking shelves. Asteria had just finished a new batch of candles that needed shelving. The mother had been trying new recipes lately and was excited to see how they would fare.

Y/n almost misses the little chime of the bells signaling that someone has just entered. If it weren’t for the energy in the room skyrocketing and all the hair in her body standing at attention, she wouldn’t have noticed it at all. Turning, her gaze falls upon a familiar set of sea glass eyes and chestnut curls that have enchanted her mind every passing second since the first time they met. She tried her damndest to hide her grin, but had to turn away so he wouldn’t be able to see it.

Harry looked around the shop before his gaze fell upon the girl he hadn’t stopped dreaming about since he last was here. There she stood, back turned to him, with her shiny hair and adorable outfit. In a lavender colored sundress, hair pulled back by a white scarf, she fussed about the candle shelf that Harry had searched the last time he came.

Everytime he burned that candle, he thought of the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the different items in the shop and how she smiled at him when he asked her a question.

Harry had never been one to jump into things quickly. He was the kind of guy that liked to get a feel for a situation before he really dived into it. But there was something about this girl that made him want to jump in head first, fearless. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her, daydreaming about little scenarios that he wished would happen between them.

He knows he sounds crazy, but he has a crush on her. And he’d only met her once! That is so not like him at all.

Y/n turned once again, sure that she had calmed the burning in her cheeks, greeting Harry as if she hadn’t thought of him in weeks.

“Welcome in,” she says, wondering if it would be weird to him if she remembered who he was, she decided she doesn’t care, “Oh, hi Harry!”

“Hello Y/n!” He smiles. Y/n felt her heart stutter in her chest when her name fell from his lips. As if she was floating (she had to check to make sure she actually wasn’t), she followed the sound of his voice, going to stand before him. Her first instinct was to hug him, and she was very sad that she had to stop herself.

“What brings you back?” She asked, itching to reach out and hold his hand. His gaze flits around for a few seconds before landing back on her face, a rose tint now on his cheeks.

“I- uh, I don’t really know. I just felt like I needed to come back…” He stuttered. A smile graced her lips, causing an identical one to grow on his own. Asteria watched from behind the counter, beaming at the couple.

“Y/n dear, who’s this?” The witch called. Y/n snapped out of her love-drunk haze, looking to her mother.

“Mama, this is Harry. He came in a few weeks ago while you were away.” She answered, giving her a look that said “please don’t say anything.” Asteria had a tendency to butt into her daughter's life, and Y/n needed to figure this out on her own.

Thea came flouncing out from whichever corner she had burrowed herself into and nosed at Harry’s feet before launching herself onto Y/n’s shoulder and staring at Harry from her new height advantage.

“Well look at you Thea, sittin’ all pretty up there!” Harry reached out to scratch behind her ears. Thea began purring loudly, louder than she did when Y/n petted her (Y/n did her best not to roll her eyes at her attention whore cat). The one thing the girl loved about this was now she had a reason to step closer to the boy before her. He smelled like citrus and woods, with a hint of weed (she’s not judging, she just wouldn’t peg him for a stoner so it’s a little surprising). She let it take over her senses until all she could think about was HaryHaryHary, having to stop herself from purring just like the cat.

“Well, whatever led you back here, it’s nice to see you again!” She blushed, deciding to let her affection for him shine through lightly. Y/n realized she didn’t really want to waste time dancing around mortal niceties. She didn’t want to scare him off but she wouldn’t feign disinterest. The witch wanted to make it clear she was smitten with him. So this was her way of starting slow, letting her blushes be seen, maybe resting a gentle hand on his bicep if he says something that makes her laugh, letting her longing gazes be caught before she looks away.

Like she said before, she’s going to start slow.

“I am too…” Harry wondered if maybe she felt the things he was feeling too. If she couldn’t stop thinking about him the way he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wondered if it would be weird to ask her out. See if she wanted to get dinner with him, or have a picnic in a park on a sunny afternoon while he stared, as uncreepily as he could, at her bright smile and star-stricken eyes.

Very quickly, like it almost didn’t happen, Y/n saw a blush pink haze surrounding the boy. He was feeling love. The heat in her cheeks rose, fluttering of her heart increasing.

Now she knew for sure, he was her soulmate for love- not friendship. Thank the Stars!

* .

. * .

The next few weeks, Harry would come in every few days just to see Y/n. After realizing that she might be feeling the way he was, he wanted to make it clear to her that he was smitten. So he’d come in after he got done with whatever he’d been doing that day, bring her flowers or a blue-raspberry red bull italian soda (he saw her drinking one one day when he came by) and they would talk and sometimes he’d bring food if it was late and they would eat at the counter in the back kitchen. It became a routine, and he started showing up almost everyday. On slower days, she would close up early, so as not to have a single distraction from her Flame.

The two would talk about the most obscure things, not giving a rat if others heard them cackling at each other's jokes and misspeakings (Y/n stumbled over her words quite a bit when she was tired, he came to realize. He thought it was adorable).

In return for the beautiful flowers and the delicious drinks he’d bring her, Y/n would give him little spell jars or charmed items to make his life easier. He didn’t know they were spelled or charmed, but he thought it was cute how she gave him a lavender colored pen and told him he would think of her every time he wrote anything down (she had charmed it to always spell things correctly) or a little jar filled with lavender and chamomile buds, a few drops of lavender oil and a small amethyst crystal sealed in white wax to help quell the anxiety he’d been feeling with his job lately.

He appreciated them more than any material thing she could have purchased for him. He liked that she wanted him to think about her or that she wanted to do away with his ailments. He came in with a cold once and she spent the better part of an hour fussing over him, telling him all these little tricks to clear his sinuses and giving him different blends of herbs and spices that should clear this up in no time! He thought she was very adorable, worrying over a little cold and wanting to make him better.

Harry found that each time he left her, the force that pulled him to her grew stronger. He wanted to be in her presence more and more every time he walked out the door of the shop. The boy still didn’t really understand what it was about her, but he’s long since stopped asking questions and was just rolling with the punches.

Speaking of things Y/n did that Harry thought was cute- the things she said enamoured him, rendered him so speechless sometimes all he could do was sit there and look at her, (ironically) wondering what magical force brought her to him. He had no idea that the Universe herself was the one who chose his favorite girl.

“Oh Stars Thea! Get out of the nettle! It makes you sneeze, silly cat!”

“Stars forbid you ever listen to me, mother.”

“Althea Rose get your furry ass away from that hot wax before I feed you to the hellhounds!”

He loved how she was always saying Stars where he would normally say Jesus Christ. He never was one to be into religion but it was just something people around him said.

As the weeks went by, they began to sit closer and closer to each other. What started as across the table from one another, began to turn into her at the head and him on the corner next to her, then both of them sitting on one side but a bit of space between them, and then side by side, thighs touching, on the bench seat. Eventually, Y/n would lay one of her legs over his and he would rest his hand innocently on her skin, his thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth, tapping his fingers to an imaginary beat as she told him a story about a kooky customer that came in.

That was another thing he loved that she said a lot: kooky.

Their goodbyes had grown more and more affectionate over time as well. From a little wave and a shy smile to a little hug, to a bear hug with a kiss on the temple from Harry.

Things were moving very swimmingly. Y/n was happy with the progress the two had made in getting to know each other. She had learned that he worked at a marketing firm but his passion was music, that he was in a band when he was in high school, and he’s from a village in Manchester.

Harry learned that Y/n has a degree in herbology and really likes the woods, and the show The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (despite the inaccurate depiction of witches, she thinks the characters are pretty).

Y/n has been trying to figure out the best way to tell Harry about her… lifestyle. It’s going to be a big shift in his reality and she worries that she’s going to overwhelm him. Her parents didn’t have this problem because they were both witches, but she had been fated to a mortal, which she’s not complaining about because loves Harry and all his human afflictions (loves!), but it’s quite a task keeping him in the dark until she’s ready to shed light on everything.

Especially on a day like today.

Her mother is out again, leaving her in charge of the store, again! And as previously mentioned, Y/n gets a little strung up when she’s left in charge. She’s forgetful, her mind flying all over the place. Her messiness gets worse, leaving different things all over the place (she somehow left a grimoire in the refrigerator at home), losing things… Basically, Y/n’s not doing so hot at the moment.

A busy spell had just finished, she had like 7 different customers in at once, all of them needing her for different things and all the chamomile and lavender oil rubbed behind her ear in the world couldn’t calm the anxiety flowing through her at the moment. She’d been so strung up that she hadn’t noticed the warm golden shiver running down her spine or all the hair on her body raising to attention or the jingle of the bells on the door when Harry walked in.

Walked in to see… the brooms sweeping up by themselves? And different pots and pans flying back into place… with no one carrying them. And Y/n muttering words he didn’t understand while her fingers wiggled, making the pestle inside what he learned to be called a mortar, moving by itself.

To say the least, Harry was very confused. And a little scared. Was he dreaming? Did today even happen? Was he still at home lying in bed?

The only thing that makes him realize he’s not is the shriek Y/n let’s out when she sees him standing frozen in the doorway, eyebrows pulled together in confusion (and a little bit of terror), mouth agape like he wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start. All at once, every moving item ceased and dropped, including the pots and pans which made a very loud noise, scaring Thea so much that she did the loud “meow!” that you only hear cats do in movies, and Y/n let out a quiet“Shit!”

“Harry…” She muttered, standing up slowly and treading towards him.

“Um… Y/n. What- what the fuck… was all of that?” He stuttered, and she continued to walk to him.

“Love, why don’t we go sit down and I’ll explain everything to you!” Y/n said slowly. She had taken to calling him Love lately, not being able to stop herself. They had yet to really “confess their feelings” to the other, but it was like a silent thing that no one said but they both just knew. So the name didn’t surprise him. Actually in the midst of all this craziness (and how his whole world had just seemed to be flipped in a matter of 5 seconds) he was clinging to the familiarity of the pet name.

He nodded, his eyes glazing over as he tried to wrap his head around what he was seeing. Y/n waved her wrist, everything that had dropped seeming to come to life again and be put back into their rightful places. Harry stared in amazement. Seeing it for the second time really drove the nail into the coffin that holy shit this is really happening…

They sat down side by side on the bench where they normally did but Y/n didn’t put her leg over his like they had grown used to. She missed the contact but figured a little space while she explained everything would be best for her Flame. Harry didn’t agree and tugged her closer to him. She didn’t fight it.

“Ok,” She sighed, cracking her knuckles as she took a deep breath, “Harry… my darling Harry. I need you to keep an open mind while I tell you all of this ok? It’s gonna be a lot for you to take in and I don’t want you to get a headache.” He nodded, and she took his hands in her own, running her thumb over his palm and channeling positive energy between the two of them. She saw Harry relax a little, letting her know it worked. He was ready (as ready as he could be) to hear what she had to say.

“Love, I’m a witch.” She says, letting it sink in for a moment. Harry doesn’t say anything for a moment. Y/n wonders if he’s even breathing. The strong pulse thumping in his wrist is a steady reminder that he’s ok, just shocked. (Very, very shocked).

“I come from a very long line of very powerful witches. I have magic, kind of like you see in movies and tv shows except I don’t worship the devil or eat children. None of us do. We’re usually very gentle creatures, unless we’re put in danger. Witches don’t use magic to hurt others, quite the opposite actually.”

“So… you cast spells and stuff?” He asks quietly. She breathes a laugh through her nose, nodding her head, continuing to channel him by rubbing her thumbs over his palms.

“I do, that’s what you saw me doing at the counter. I was actually strengthening the anti-anxiety jar I gave you a few weeks ago, because you told me you had a big project coming up and I didn’t want you to get too stressed out.” The girl said.

Harry couldn’t really focus on one thing for too long, letting his gaze flit around the kitchen area. He felt oddly… calm.

“Why do I feel so calm right now? I feel like I should be freaking out a little bit more than I am…” He voiced, finally looking into her eyes.

“I’m channeling you… look.” She said, pointing her gaze to their hands. He sees her thumbs rubbing gentle circles into his palms and looks back into her eyes.

“You’re casting a spell on me right now?” Harry wonders out loud.

“Channeling isn’t necessarily a spell, I’m just focusing and directing positive energy onto you right now, to help keep you calm. Like I said, I don’t want you to get a headache or pass out on me. I can stop if you want me to though!” She added quickly at the end but he shook his head.

“No, don’t stop…” He almost cried, pulling her closer to him.

“Ok, I won’t. It’s ok!” She shushed him, letting one of her hands float to his cheek, brushing over his cheek bone and pushing a fallen curl out of his eyes, before her hand found his again.

“Was it a spell that made me want to come in here that first day?”

“No baby, that’s actually a little different. This might be a little much so you gotta bear with me ok?” She explained and he nodded, heaving out a heavy breath.

A beat of silence passes and Y/n lets her eyes lock with his.

“We’re Twin Flames… or what you would know as Soulmates. We were fated to be together. That’s why you felt a pull to come in here. We were… destined… to meet each other.”

Harry doesn’t say anything and Y/n feels like her heart is about to beat out of her chest. She knew he was going to find out someday, but really didn’t expect that day to be this one. This crazy long day where everything had seemed to just bubble over and explode. She should have known something was going to happen when this morning, the flame on the candle she had lit for Harry on her altar was taller than it ever had been. She had written it off to him just thinking about her or something (if this was the case, it would be to the ceiling all day everyday because he never stops thinking about her), but she should have known. And now, here she was, terrified that Harry was going to walk away from her. She would understand if he did, it’s a lot to take in, and having your whole world flipped on its head is a bit much.

It would still break her heart though.

“So… this is normal?” Harry broke his silence.

“Is what normal?”

“That I want to be around you all the time? That I think about you all the time? What I’m feeling is normal?”

Y/n’s face softens. He’s so cute, she thinks. She could just wrap him up in a little bow and keep him all to herself for the rest of time.

“Yes, baby. It’s normal! I’ve been feeling the same things as you ever since we first met!” Harry’s mind is a little clearer now, so he picks up on the new pet name. Baby. He likes it, he decides.

“You feel this way too?” He looks like a little puppy right now, Y/n could just cry. She nodded her head, scooting impossibly closer to him, practically sitting in his lap. It seemed now that he was even calmer than he had been before, even without her channeling. She stopped for a second to test his reaction and he was ok. He didn’t tense up, eyes didn’t well in tears, didn’t lose consciousness. So she moved her hands to cup his cheeks now, feeling him lean into her touch.

“You’ve been the only thing on my mind since before you even walked through the door that first day. You’re in my dreams every night, I see you every time I close my eyes, I’m completely taken with everything you do.” Y/n confesses, feeling a weight lift off her chest.

“I know it seems fast to you, as a mortal. Your kind usually takes this kind of thing slowly, really learns a person before you become vulnerable. Out of fear for being judged or whatever it might be, but I would never judge you. I want you to know it’s ok to let your guard down with me. Whatever you're comfortable with! I don’t want to overwhelm you in any way, and I know all of this is so so much to take in. I just want what’s best for you, my Love.”

It’s not lost on Harry that she adds my before Love. He feels his heart flutter.

“I’m taken with everything you do too. Absolutely everything.” He whispers, if he speaks too loudly the moment might be lost.

They stare into each other's eyes, feeling the energy in the room grow. Flames from the lit candles around the room grow tenfold, reflecting the rising energy. Harry has half a mind to break his gaze from the girl before him, seeing the tall flames before bringing his eyes back to hers. He sees her gaze drop to his lips repeatedly. He doesn’t think she even realizes that she’s leaning in to him, but he’s not going to stop her.

When she’s so close he can feel her breath fanning over his face, she pauses, looking back up to his eyes, silently asking for permission. With her hands still cupping his cheeks gently, she closes the distance between them, pressing her lips delicately to his. Harry places his hands in two places: her waist and her neck. He pulls her in closer, pressing their lips together more firmly. A wildfire spreads from head to toe on both of them. It seems as though time has paused for this very moment, and again the earth shifts. A piece of the universe has just been restored, two halves of a soul reunited.

Harry’s fingertips send sparks flowing down her spine, she hums against his lips. The kiss is simple, just two people getting to know each other, learning the other's body, but it’s long. It’s not just one peck. Harry presses his lips against hers multiple times, slotting her bottom between both of his.

When Y/n pulls back to catch her breath, Harry chases after her, not ready to end this moment yet. She chuckles and grants him a few more kisses until she really is about to pass out because she needs to breathe. Pushing him gently, she breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against his, keeping her eyes closed.

She so badly wants to let the three words sitting on the tip of her tongue go, but doesn’t want to overwhelm him with too much all at once.

“Do you feel that?” He whispers, pulling her to sit astride his lap. She moves pliantly, letting him take control of the situation.

The air feels charged, thick, like it should be hard to breath but it flows, smooth as water, into their lungs.

Y/n’s head feels heavy, like she’s high on every drug there ever was, her mind fuzzy, unable to think outside of this moment. Outside of this little wrinkle in time where Harry is the only other thing that exists.

“Yeah,” She whispers back, reconnecting their lips, slotting them together over and over until their lips are puffy and red. Harry slides his hands around her waist, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, not even a slip of paper would fit.

Pulling away, Harry heaves in a deep breath, squeezing Y/n’s hips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…” He says, nudging his nose against hers. She smiles, letting his affections wash over her, warming her eternal soul.

“This doesn’t freak you out?”

“Oh, I’m so freaked out but I'm kind of just going with it, living in the ambiguity and all that shit.” He heaves a laugh through his nose, pressing kisses to her cheek and down her neck, smoothing his hands up and down her back.

This was the best possible outcome of the situation, if Y/n had to be honest. It could have gone so many ways. Harry being freaked out but rolling with it… she’ll take it.

“How about we make dinner and you can ask me any questions you have?” She suggested and he nodded.

So they did just that. But Y/n closed the shop early and they went back to her place. Hand in hand they walked the few blocks, side glaces of reassurance and little squeezes of the hand, letting the other know they were there, and they weren’t going anywhere, with Thea in her little travel backpack (that she was absolutely in love with surprisingly).

They came upon an unsuspecting alleyway. Harry thought they were just passing through as a shortcut but Y/n stopped walking in the middle of a blank brick wall and muttered a few words she didn’t understand while waving her hands. He started to realize maybe this wasn’t just a shortcut.

Before his eyes, a door appeared. His brows shot up in surprise (he’s gonna get worry lines on his forehead if he doesn’t stop doing that, he realizes). Y/n looked over her shoulder at him, trying to hide a smirk but the look on his face was too good.

“Pretty wicked huh?” Harry didn't say anything, just chuckled and nodded, following her when she opened the door and a set of stairs appeared. Walking up the dimly lit hallway, they come to another door with the cheeky The Witch Is In sign.

“Cute.” Harry smirks at her and she laughs, opening it and letting him walk through first.

“Make yourself at home! I’ve got records on the shelf over there, you can pick one if you want. I’m just gonna feed Thea and get her all settled and we can get to making dinner.” Y/n explained. Harry ventured off into her living room, seeing the shelf she was talking about and browsing through. There were many different artists from Fleetwood Mac to Taylor Swift to Weezer. He picks out Hozier's self-titled album and puts it on, the beginning of Take Me To Church crackling through the speakers.

“Good choice,” He hears from behind him and smiles, turning around to see the girl he was apparently destined to spend the rest of his life with standing before him.

“Jackie and Wilson has been stuck in my head the last few days so,” He said, sauntering over to her and snaking his arms around her waist.

Taking a look around, he sees many different trinkets and items similar to what was in the shop. A lot of jars filled with different things, candles of all different colors, crystals, a broom (he didn’t realize witches actually had brooms but ok), among other things that he didn’t know the purpose of.

“Wait… how are there windows in here? I didn’t see any outside.” He asked, pulling back from the hug and looking at her.

“Well, there aren’t any windows in the alley. But there’s also a glamour spell on this building so nobody can see my apartment. That’s why you can’t see the door until I do the little thing you saw me do.” She answered. A sheepish smile broke onto his face.

“Oh,” he said and she laughed from her chest, petting a few fallen curls back from his forehead. She could get used to this, she thinks as she stares into his eyes, green as the forest and wide with wonder at everything he’s discovered today.

Who knew the girl he was falling in love with would be a witch… with actual powers.

* .

. * .

“Wait so, if no one can see your front door… how do you get mail?” Harry asked, reaching around Y/n for the salt.

“At the shop,”

“Oh,” He says. She laughs, kissing his cheek and continuing on cutting up veggies for the salad they're making.

“Have you always been able to do magic or was it something you grew into?” Y/n thought back to when she was little, remembering how she struggled to harness her powers for a few years before she started getting the hang of things.

“I always had powers, but imagic isn’t something you just wake up and know how to do so it took a while for me to really settle into and control. Magic is a skill, same as reading and writing, so I had to be taught and I had to work on it. Does that make sense?” She pauses while she explains, looking into his eyes. Harry nods, but his light hearted curious expression turns into one of embarrassment and she doesn’t understand why.

A rosy red color surrounds him, telling her he was feeling… embarrassed? Why did he feel embarrassed?

“Baby? What’s going through your head?” She asks, wanting to help him feel better.

She doesn’t like when he’s feeling anything other than happy!

“I just… I feel like I’m asking you so many questions about all of this stuff and it’s just tough to wrap my head around I guess.” She puts the knife down and sets her hand on his wrist, stopping from what he’s doing. She places her other hand on his shoulder, coaxing him to face her.

“Harry, this is a lot to take in, yeah? It’s not something you can just find out and move on from. It’s gonna take time to process. You’re gonna feel a lot of emotions, and that’s ok! I would be worried if you weren’t feeling a little off, as much as I hate that you’re not feeling 100%.”

She places a series of gentle pecks on his lips, doing her best to soothe him in any way.

“Ask all the questions you want! You don’t have to worry about being judged or saying something wrong, you have a right to be curious.” She feels him relax in her hold which in turn makes her relax.

“Thank you for being patient with me,”

He’ll get used to this, he thinks. He’ll get used to the fact that real witches actually exist, he’ll start to understand the words she mutters when she waves her hands, he’ll get it eventually. But right now, he doesn’t really get it, he’s not really used to it. But she’s worth it. She’s worth more than everything.

“I think you’re the one thing I know how to be patient with,” Again, she wants to mutter those three words on the tip of her tongue, but he’s already been through so much today, she doesn’t want to overwhelm him any more than he already is. So she’ll wait, because one day (hopefully soon) he’ll be ready to hear them.

“Can you do a spell? I kind of want to see how they work…” Harry asks after a moment of them just enjoying the silence that only really comes when two people understand each other.

She chuckles and nods, telling him she will show him a few spells after dinner. He agrees and they go back to making their meal, dancing around each other and laughing just like they always did and it felt good. Felt like this would be ok. Y/n was still scared because he could still decide to leave, that this was too much for him. That she was too much for him.

But for right now, things were ok.

* .

. * .

“Amoris et lux sum ego ipse, et carorum beatum facere potest, per potentiam solem et lunam, ut superius, et inferius.”

(I am love and light, I bring happiness to myself and my loved ones, By the power of the sun and moon, as above, so below)

Harry doesn’t think he’s ever heard anything weirder in his life...and his college roommate freshman year was a conspiracy theorist.

As Y/n spoke the words, she stirred a brew of tea infused with different herbs clockwise. He watched from beside her as she did this, his hand placed on her thigh so that his energy could be used in the spell along with hers.

Before she said the spell, she told him to set an intention and he had no idea what that was so she did a little lesson after reassuring him that his question was valid. (He’s still feeling insecure about not understanding anything she was talking about.) She told him to “close your eyes, take a deep breath, and clear your mind. Think of something you want in life that isn’t material.”

His immediate thought was that he wanted to spread kindness and love in the world (Y/n did her best not to tear up at her Flame’s pure intentions) so she nodded, telling him to think about that and only that, and set her intentions to the same thing so the spell would work. Mixing lavender, rose petals, and chamomile in a large mug, she pours in hot water to steep the herbs and, as previously mentioned, stirs it clockwise (something about clockwise being for manifestation), , rubs her palms together and snaps her fingers, and snuffs out the candles she had lit.

When all is said and finished, Y/n pulls Harry into a sweet kiss, and then has him take a sip of the tea telling him be careful my Love, it’s still hot. He kisses her back, taking a sip of the tea (he’d never been one for lavender things but this was actually really good. He wonders if it has anything to do with the fact that Y/n made it).

“So we just drink this and then what?” He asks, handing her the mug.

“We sacrifice an animal,” She says, not skipping a beat and taking her sip. Harry chokes on his spit, gasping for a breath of air before the girl bursts into a fit of giggles.

“I’m just kidding, baby. That’s it. That’s the whole spell. You just have to honestly believe it for it to work.” She says and he heaves a sigh of relief.

“Don’t joke like that!” He whines, more giggles escaping from Y/n’s throat.

“I’m sorry bub, I won’t do that anymore.” She says, still fighting off laughs. They continue to sip the tea, Y/n telling Harry about different things she did during the day.

Harry looked upon her as if she hung the moon just for him, and was telling him all about how she did it. Without even realizing it, he started to feel warmer and like a buzz was coursing through his veins.

“I feel weird…”

“What do you mean you mean you feel weird?” She voiced, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead and then feeling his pulse. Both were normal.

“I feel warm and like I’m buzzing… Kind of like I’m high…” He explained and she nodded her head, a small sigh of relief escaping her.

“That’s the spell working baby. You’re ok!”

“Oh, ok. It just worried me a little,”

“You’re ok! I want you to tell me when something worries you or feels different or off.” She says, and places a hand on his thigh. Harry agrees and they continue with their conversation.

When they both took their last sips on the tea, they cuddled up on the couch, an incense stick and candle lit on the coffee table.

Y/n sat, manipulating the smoke and flame simultaneously while Harry watched with a wide eyed gaze. She had explained how this was something he would be able to learn if he wanted to, and that she had been practicing for years to be able to do both things at the same time.

“I started when I was… I want to say 5. It’s a simple skill that promotes concentration. You have to stay extremely focused to even manipulate one element at a time. It’s only been these last few years that I’ve been able to concentrate enough to do both.” She explained, taking a break. As much as she loved showing Harry all these different things, it took a lot of energy out of her and it had already been a dreadfully long day.

“How about we go to sleep and I’ll show you more tomorrow? I’m pooped!” Harry hums an agreement, lifting his head from her lap and letting her lead the way to her bedroom.

Light lavender walls adorned with shelves full of plants and different nicknacks, and a desk with more candles, herbs, and other eclectic items sat atop it.

“What is all of this?” He sifts through all the things on the desk, not touching as Y/n had explained to him at some point today, I know you don’t have any ill intent, but a lot of this stuff absorbs other people's energy which can mess up what I use it for, so look and don’t touch. If you want a closer look, I’ll pick it up. There are different colored stones of varied shapes and sizes and many candles. One in particular catches his eyes. A green one with a very tall flame with something carved into the side of it. “What’s up with this green candle?”

“This is my altar, and the green candle is the one I have lit for you. I’m assuming that because you’re here, it’s going a little crazy. Nothing to be afraid of! I’m actually going to put it out since you’re here with me.” She explained quickly, reaching towards the flame with her finger and snuffing it out.

“Wait, you had a candle lit for me?” His eyes rounded, a shy smile coming onto his lips. An identical smile graced her features as she turned to look at him.

“Yeah, I’ve had one lit for you since the day we met. I made a sigil and carved it into the side and keep it lit day and night as an extra layer of protection for you.” She explained. Harry felt his heart melt at this.

She couldn’t get any cuter, he thinks.

A candle lit for him… to keep him safe. That’s adorable.

He leans in and places a gentle kiss on her lips, brushing the little hairs away from her face.

Y/n led him further into her room where her ensuite bathroom was, giving him a tooth brush and letting him know he could shower if he wanted to. When he came back into the room after getting ready, Y/n laid out on the bed in a sports bra and shorts. He just wore his boxers.

Climbing into bed next to her, she cuddled up to him right away, his arm finding a home around her body and her head laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“Been dreaming about this moment my whole life,” Y/n mumbled, cheek smushed against his skin, making her look all cute and cuddly. Harry had to hold back a coo at the sentiment.

“Me too Moppet, me too,” He sighed, and they both drifted off into warm, fluffy, dream-like states, wrapped in the safety of each other's arms.

* .

. * .

Walking down the street at night isn’t the best idea for normal women, Y/n had learned over her 22 years of life. But Y/n is not a normal woman. She’s a witch.

And while most women carry their keys between their knuckles and have tasers or pepper spray or mace at the ready, Y/n didn’t really need that. This was one of the only instances where she would use her magic to harm anyone. Like she’d said before- only when she’s put in danger (or someone else around her is put in danger).

So when a prick who reeks of whiskey starts tailing her, she waits for him to take the first blow. Waits for him to get a little too close, so she can turn around and unleash her wrath on him. All the while making it seem like it’s not her doing. Like causing a brink to fall off the roof above her and hit him in the head. She wouldn’t actually do that but a witch could dream.

No, she’ll trip him up without turning around and if he still insists on gaining her attention, she’ll spin around quick, flick her wrist and send him into an unconscious daze and let him sleep off his inebriation on the lovely warmth of the concrete sidewalk.

That’s exactly what she does.

“Hey sweetheart, where you goin’?” He slurs, beginning his trek behind her. She’s unresponsive which leads him to believe she’s playing hard to get because his fragile little man ego can’t fathom that a woman would ignore his attention.

“Oh c’mon baby don’t be like that!” He speeds up, already wobbling but this only serves to make him clumsier.

She does her thing, flicking her wrist in his direction (discreetly) so he trips, but this doesn’t stall him. He reaches out, effectively grabbing her arm. She whips around to face him, cheeks growing red hot with anger. Ripping her arm out of his grasp and twisting his arm around, she gets close to his face.

“Touch me again, I fucking dare you!” She snarls, doesn’t even realize her grip is burning into his flesh- her magic gets a little crazy when she’s mad. Releasing him (tossing his arm away from her in a rough manner), she flicks her wrist once again and mutters a quick “et obliviscere somnum*”, watching him fall to the ground, unconscious. She looked around to see if anyone was watching the scene go down but no one was sober enough to pay attention to some drunk bloke harassing a young woman.

*(forget and sleep)

She shakes off her frustration as she comes to a stop in front of an unfamiliar building. Where her Flame lives.

She had agreed to let him make her dinner at his house, so she packed an overnight back and made her way further into town. He had given her an address and while, yes she did use it, she also let their bond lead her to him. She just kind of knew where to go, it seemed. Harry had expressed that he felt something similar the first time he went into the shop, though he didn’t understand why he wanted to walk in- just felt like he had to.

Making her way up the stairs, she let’s Harry know she’s there, beginning to feel the familiar tingle rush down her spine. She hadn’t seen him for a week and a half since he's been busy with a project at work- a client wasn’t happy with all the work he and a coworker had done so they had to quickly re-do an entire proposal to meet the client's deadline. Needless to say- the little anti-anxiety jar she made him was coming in real handy lately. Y/n had also had him put citrine and amethyst points on his desk while he worked to help him focus and stay calm so he didn’t stress too badly.

She always had a little something to make his life easier, whether it be a stone, or a jar of different things (a spell jar, he’d learned), or whatever it may be- she always had something to help.

When she made it to his floor, he was standing there waiting for her with open arms. She ran to him, jumping into his arms and holding onto him tight.

“I missed you, my wild girl,” He muttered into her neck, spinning her around. Her face flushed without fail, her arms wrapping tighter around him.

“Missed you most,” She sighed, nuzzling into him.

“Don’t think that’s possible.”

She hummed in disagreement while he walked them inside, Y/n still wrapped around him like a koala bear. His house smelled of peach and mango. It’s sweet- just like him. The thought made her smile.

Giving him a big smacking kiss on the cheek, she pulls back to have a look at his face, seeing he’s smiling like an idiot. It warms her heart to see him smile, butterflies breaking out of their cocoons and fluttering about her tummy.

“What’re you smiling for?” She voices, giggling at him.

“M’ happy you’re here,” He sighed, “Don’t like not seeing you.”

“I don’t like not seeing you either,” She frowned, petting his wild curls back and placing little pecks all around his face.

His cheeks flushed at her affection.

Harry set Y/n down on the kitchen counter, standing in between her legs, hands resting on her hips. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers lightly, before slotting them together, fully indulging himself in his girl. She responds immediately, letting her hands rest around his neck.

She will never not be amazed by how soft his lips are. Kissing him feels like floating through clouds, like laying down in bed after a long day on your feet. Kissing him is like the first breath of warm summer air after the longest winter. Kissing him feels like coming home.

Y/n’s heartbeat picks up as the kiss becomes more needy, leaning into him further. Harry pulls her closer, his hands ghosting up the bare skin under her shirt and fiddling with the band of the bralette she’s wearing. A gasp escapes her lips when he pulled the fabric up, letting it snap back to her skin causing a smirk to grow on his face- struggling to keep up with her lips.

He kisses her breathless before pulling away, watching as her eyes flutter open and she heaves air into her lungs, her cheeks flushed and supple.

“Don’t want the food to burn,” He smirks again, hands falling away from her body, moving the pots and pans on the stove around to the counter so he could plate their dinner.

“Asshole,” He hears her mutter.

Harry could get used to this, having Y/n around. Being able to come home to her, make them dinner, make out in the kitchen, fall asleep together. He can’t believe he ever thought he loved anyone before she came along. There was just no way. Y/n came into his life and took over every aspect and now he couldn’t imagine a world without her in it. He hopes to the Stars he doesn’t have to.

Yeah, she’s got him praying to the stars now.

[mycrofts-gunbrella]

Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part 11)

A/N- Okay so this is just a short 2k fill in chapter! It’s kinda cute and kinda sad but it was too long to add to the last chapter, and it doesn’t fit in with the theme of the next chapter (though it sets it up quite nicely!). The next chapter is likely going to be a bit angsty but I promise it’ll have a rewarding ending to it! I hope to have it written and up sooner rather than later but, until then, enjoy this little piece.

Word Count- 2028

The ten minute drive from Baker Street to the Natural History Museum went by in a flash- most of it being spent by Mycroft giving you a mental tour of the building's various rooms and the 'most appropriate route to take'. Though it did also take a minute or two for you to convince him to not get everybody kicked out for a private visit, no matter how many people were there.. Admittedly, you hadn't been to the museum for 6 years or so now- after living so long in London it feels less of a luxury being only round the corner from it- but walking through the doors made you feel like a child again. Entry to the museum was free, but that didn't mean you didn't see Mycroft swiftly pushing a few notes into the donation bin at the front before guiding you forwards. Glancing up, you eyed the blue whale skeleton that hung from the ceiling and frowned. Mycroft caught your look and spoke up.

"Ah yes, Hope has been a relatively recent addition to the museum. She was found dead on an Irish beach back in 1891. It's a rather beautiful marvel to gaze upon, though, large as she is, she doesn't quite fill the hole in my heart that was left after my beloved Dippy was removed." Your eyes scanned the skeleton of the large mammal once more before looking back at Mycroft. "I did try to convince the board to keep the diplodocus somewhere but all attempts were futile. There's only so much force you can put into such a topic without exposing yourself as-"

"As a man who loves dinosaur bones more than he loves people?" Mycroft shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed.

"The very thing." Lifting your arm, you rested your hand at the crook of Mycroft's elbow to encourage him to move on.

"When we get home and have dinner we can raise a toast in Dippy's honour.. but for now, my mind's been taken over by that huge statue of Darwin." And the pair of you headed off, your hand very much staying place at Mycroft's arm as you wandered through the rooms- Mycroft more than willing to reel off facts about every deceased animal of history and, more often than not, even impressing the workers with his spiel of facts. Though you were very much enjoying wandering aimlessly through the room of human evolution, you most definitely noticed the pull from the man beside you as he was eager to reach his beloved dino-pals. As you turned the corner into the slightly darkened dinosaur room, you tripped over your feet slightly as you felt Mycroft stop in his tracks, his eyes wide and taking everything in. He looked as happy as a boy at Christmas and, quite frankly, it was adorable. You nudged him slightly when he still didn't move. "You okay?"

"Sorry, it just seems as though, no matter how many times I come here, it always feels like the first." He had shaken his head as though to bring his thoughts back to focus before taking a few steps into the gallery and leading you over to the skeletal remains of a Baryonyx. "The name Baryonyx roughly translates to 'Heavy Claw' from the Ancient Greek's 'Barys' meaning heavy and 'onyx' being claw or talon." He spoke, his voice smooth and relaxed as his fingers brushed over the board that announced the name of the creature within the glass. "It was also an excellent swimmer which it would use to its advantage while hunting." You listened to his every word as he spoke, grinning as he excitedly told you how many teeth it had and it's preferred techniques for capturing food before he moved you onto the next one.

"Oh these beauties have always been my favourite." You almost whispered, taking in the sight of the huge triceratops skull. You barely noticed Mycroft's hand shift from his pocket until you felt the heat of his palm against the small of your back, fingers squeezing slightly by your hip as he spoke.

"Mine too. Sherlock used to say they were boring and that we might as well have gone to the zoo to look at rhinos. He ended up spending 5 months trying to prove that the rhinos were descendants from the triceratops and then avoided me for 3 weeks when he realised there was no connection at all."

"That sounds about right. Though I can't imagine Sherlock enjoying it here very much anyway.." Mycroft began to guide you to a small bench just off the side to sit down, still giving you the view of the beautiful dinosaur bones.

"He didn't. When we were much younger he would kick off until Mummy and Father would tell us it's time to go and I had to go with them.. Then as we got a little older and Sherlock properly found his legs, he would simply run from the doors round to the science museum. Of course mummy and father had to follow him as he was so young, but one time I decided to stay here. They didn't realise I hadn't followed them until it was time to go home 5 hours later." Mycroft spoke quietly.

"Found his legs? That's at, what, four? Five? How young were you?"

"I was 9 the first time, I think." Now, Mycroft, you don't just 'think'; you know. Your hand moved to rest above his own on his knee, brushing your thumb fondly over his knuckles. "But it isn't all bad. Some of my best days as a child were spent here, and a lot of the staff were very kind and would teach me extra facts that weren't displayed. There was one gentleman who even gave me his own copies of some books that they had here. I'd wander the whole museum in time but I always found myself back here on this bench just.. watching. This room felt more like home than my very house sometimes. It was the room where I could escape the real world and find peace. Eventually Mummy, Father and Sherlock stopped bothering with the visits because Sherlock found the science museum boring after he'd prove them wrong on something each time, but I'd still pop back in on occasion without them.. Coming to think about it, I've never actually brought anybody here with me at all." You squeezed at his fingers and settled back into the bench.

"Well I am incredibly glad that I found out about your little interest, and I feel even more honoured that you let me come here with you." You beamed. And it was the truth. Evidently, this little museum meant much more to Mycroft than you could have ever imagined and it warmed your heart to know that he trusted you to see him nerd out over some bones.

"Eventually I used this very building as the scaffolding to build my mind palace. My files on Sherlock, very appropriately, are nestled in the human biology room. But most people's information is either stored in the entrance, where Dippy remains over Hope, might I add, or in a few of the rooms I find less interesting.." You didn't have to ask to know he was referencing 'that room with all the bloody rocks'. "I love most of the galleries too much to taint them with information on people that aren't important. The likes of Gregory and Doctor Watson now reside in Hintze Hall as the years have passed." His eyes remained focused in front of him, unblinking, as though he was wandering the very halls at that moment.

"And where.. where are my files?" You had to ask, really. Since he was on the subject anyway. "If you've put them in the marine reptiles room when you know I'm terrified of the ocean I shall never forgive you." Mycroft's hand flipped beneath yours so the pads of your fingers brushed before he blinked and looked over to you, a small smile on his face.

"Here." Oh. Well that's.. something. You shifted to give him a quick kiss on his cheek, knowing he wasn't overly fond of PDA and tugged him to stand.

"And on that note, I think we should go and grab some lunch before you make me cry in front of the dinosaurs."

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After lunch, you both spent a few more hours walking from room to room (and of course circling round to the dinosaur gallery again) before you decided to call it a day at 4pm. Before departing, you headed towards the toilets that happened to be beside the little gift shop and you had a browse while Mycroft was occupied. Grinning, you picked up a deep blue plush triceratops and stroked a finger across its back. It was just small enough that, after purchasing, you could hide the little guy in the loose fabric of the sweatshirt you wore, acting innocent as you waited back outside near the wall. After going to the bathroom yourself, the pair of you headed outside where a car was waiting for you. Sliding in the back seat, you couldn't contain your little gift anymore.

"Surprise!" You laughed, producing the small toy from under your clothes and into the hands of the man beside you. He studied it briefly before beginning to laugh himself as he reached into his inner pocket and handed you the matching dinosaur, though purple in colour. "God, we're such children aren't we?" You noted as you swapped plushie companions, each of you brushing a finger on its nose as though it were a small pet. "I daren't think what your colleagues would say if they knew you were now the proud owner of a baby triceratops teddy that's.." You glanced at the tag. "..Suitable for children aged 12 months plus!"

"Probably nothing as bad as if they realised said triceratops was going to take proud placement on my desk at home." He beamed. "Thank you, this really does mean a great deal to me." You knew he wasn't just talking about the toy that rolled around his long fingers and you shifted to rest your head lightly on his shoulder.

"We can come back any time. I, for one, know I'll never get bored of looking through the galleries.. Or I'll never get bored of watching you light up as we walk through said galleries. Either or works, really." He hummed in response, his emotions slightly overwhelmed from the day and its revelations into his past. "Plus there were about 10 other little dinos in the shop and I've always been one to want a full collection.. so, if we pace ourselves, that's at least 10 more trips."

"13.. Although that could be tripled if we take the colour variations into account."

"Oh, of course! Can't half-arse a collection or it's just pointless."

"I concur."

"That's settled then. Almost 40 more trips to finish off our collection.. And thennnn we can move onto the figurines." Mycroft let out a laugh beside you and tilted to rest his head atop yours for the remainder of the journey home.

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The evening between you was shared over a meal (where, as promised, a small toast was made to the memory of Sir Dippy) before Mycroft sat to finish the papers for Greg. Eventually you collapsed into bed at a relatively reasonable time, groaning at the throbbing in your legs from the day's adventure before finally slipping into rest.

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The next day passed relatively quickly. The morning was spent visiting Greg in his office to drop off the papers before the pair of you took a small stroll through the streets of London. Eventually, Mycroft and yourself even got a text message from Sherlock giving a (albeit half-arsed) apology for his behaviour the day before and the rest of the day was spent in bliss. That was until exactly 17 minutes after you got back home when Mycroft's mobile began to ring. He swallowed deeply, showing you the caller ID of the person he had been dreading to speak to post-Eurus and answering.

"Ah, yes.. Hello, Mummy."