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[valkyriexo]

Sweet Like Honey | Kim Seungmin

ᑉ³pairing; brat tamer! Seungmin x Bratty Reader

ᑉ³genre; Smut

ᑉ³warnings; SMUT MDNI,Jealousy, dirty talk, swearing, fingering, Spanking,impact play, face sitting, oral ( f reciving) Smut. SMUTTT minors do NOT interact

ᑉ³Authors Note; Happy kinktober day 4 “face sitting” :)

Part of the kinktober collab with @dandelions-143 Kinktober masterlist

You watched with mild amusement as Seungmin struggled to twist open the jar in front of him, his movements growing more frantic with each passing second. His brows were furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted as he fought with the stubborn lid, his knuckles turning white.

He let out a small, pained whimper, his tongue darting out to swipe at his lips. The poor guy had underestimated how spicy the food was, and now his tongue was on fire. Desperately, he clung to the jar of honey in his hands, hoping to cool down the burn.

“Need some help there?” you asked, leaning against the counter with a teasing grin. You knew exactly what was going on—he was desperate to open the jar before the fire on his tongue got any worse.

Seungmin shot you a sideways glance, his pride clearly taking a hit as his cheeks flushed from more than just the heat. “I got it,” he muttered, going at the jar again, this time using both hands, the burn making him more frantic. You could hear the faint hitch in his breath as his frustration grew.

You snorted, unable to contain your laughter. “You sure? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like that jar is winning.”

Seungmin paused, eyes narrowing at your mocking tone as he swiped at his burning lips again. “It’s stuck. That’s all.”

��Uh-huh.” You stepped closer, your grin widening. “Let me show you how it’s done, weakling,” you teased, your voice full of mischief.

He huffed but, in his desperation, finally handed over the jar, his tongue probably feeling like it was on fire. He shot you an annoyed glance, clearly irritated by your teasing but also too desperate for relief to argue. Taking the jar in your hands, you made a show of cracking your knuckles, raising an eyebrow at him before effortlessly twisting the lid off with one smooth motion.

“There,” you said triumphantly, holding the now-open jar up like a trophy. “All it took was a little strength. Something you wouldn’t know about.”

Seungmin stared at the jar in your hand, then back at you, his face flushed with both embarrassment and the heat still burning his tongue. Without a word, he snatched the jar from you, dipping a spoon inside to shovel the sweet honey into his mouth, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

You stifled a laugh as you watched him, but Seungmin’s cheeks were burning even more now—this time from the embarrassment of the whole situation. Avoiding eye contact, he muttered between bites of honey, “It was already loose. You didn’t really do anything.”

You grinned, leaning closer to him, your face inches from his. “Mm-hmm, whatever helps you sleep at night. You know, it’s okay to admit that your girlfriend’s stronger than you. It happens."

He shot you a look, his embarrassment giving way to a cocky smirk as he crossed his arms. “I’m letting you have your fun now. But we both know, if I really tried, I’d win in a heartbeat.”

“Oh really?” you said with a bratty laugh, setting the jar down and stepping even closer. “That’s a big claim for someone who couldn’t even open a jar."

Seungmin took a step closer, his competitive side surfacing now. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

You raised your eyebrows, leaning in slightly. “Is that a challenge?”

He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head with a laugh. “No. I’m not going to stoop to your level.”

“Translation: you’re scared,” you teased, poking him lightly in the chest.

“Sure, sure,” you said, ruffling his hair playfully. “But until then, I’ll be here, ready to open all your jars and carry all your heavy things. Someone’s gotta be the muscle in this relationship.”

He tilted his head slightly, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Alright, alright,” he said, his voice dripping with playful challenge. “You’re so strong, huh? How about you prove it?”

You blinked, surprised at his sudden shift in tone. “Oh? You actually want me to prove it?” you said, tilting your head with a playful smirk. “What do you want me to lift? Another jar? Your pride, maybe?”

Seungmin laughed softly, the sound low and mocking. “Nah, something a bit more challenging. Let’s see you lift…... me.” He gave you a look that dared you to try, his brow raising in challenge.

“Oh, you think you’re clever, huh?” you teased, stepping forward and poking his chest. “You think I can’t lift you?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, though you could tell he was barely containing his amusement. “Well, if you’re as strong as you say, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

You narrowed your eyes, sizing him up. “Fine. Watch me.”

You moved to grab him, but before your hands could even land on him, Seungmin’s smirk widened. Suddenly, his arms snaked around your waist, and in one swift motion, he threw you over his shoulder like nothing.

“Wait—what the hell?!” you squealed, your feet kicking uselessly in the air as he held you with ease, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

“Seungmin! Put me down right now!” you shouted, trying to squirm out of his grip, but it was no use. He was surprisingly strong, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

“You were saying?” he asked smugly, his voice laced with amusement as he looked down at you. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, the earlier embarrassment from the jar incident completely gone. “Seems like I’m the one doing the lifting around here.”

You huffed, still dangling over his shoulder, refusing to back down even in your current predicament. “Just because you can throw me around doesn’t mean you’re stronger,” you grumbled, wiggling in his grip in an attempt to throw him off balance. “I could totally escape if I wanted to.”

Seungmin chuckled, clearly amused by your persistence. “Uh-huh, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious!” you shot back, your bratty tone getting sharper. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all. You cheated by using surprise. If this were a real contest, you’d totally lose.”

“Oh?” Seungmin’s eyebrow quirked up, his voice dripping with amusement. “I threw you over my shoulder like a ragdoll, and you’re still talking about winning?

You crossed your arms stubbornly, though it was hard to look intimidating while hanging upside down.

“I mean, it’s cute that you think you’re all strong now, but don’t get too comfortable. You’re still the guy who needed me to open that jar for you.”

Seungmin’s grip on you tightened slightly, and you could feel the tension in his body as he tried to hold back his frustration . “And yet, here you are, stuck on my shoulder,” he said.

You grinned to yourself, knowing full well that your bratty attitude was pushing all the right buttons. It was always fun to get Seungmin riled up—especially when you could tell he was trying to keep his cool.

"You know, I honestly don’t know how you get by being this weak. You’d probably lose an arm-wrestling match with a pillow."

You felt as Seungmin's hand came down on your ass, hard.

All you had on was a thin t-shirt and your underwear, the cool air brushing against your exposed skin as Seungmin spanked you

"What did you say?", he said as his grip on you tightened just enough to make you feel the shift in his mood.

Your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the playful atmosphere from before vanishing. 

His hand came down, making contact with your ass again.

He waited, eyes narrowing when you didn’t respond. “Nothing to say now?” His voice was quieter but laced with that same frustration, each word a challenge.

Still, you remained silent, your breath catching in your throat. You could feel your heart pounding, your earlier confidence faltering.

Seungmin’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched as he seemed to assess your sudden silence. “You’re real tough when you’re running your mouth, aren’t you?” he muttered, his tone sharper than before.

He spanked you again, his hand leaving a red mark on your skin. You just stayed still, not daring to push him any further.

He scoffed, shaking his head slightly. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. But he didn’t let go, keeping you firmly in place as if to remind you exactly who was in control now.

Your ass was on fire, but you couldn't deny the wetness growing between your legs. His hand came down, this time with much more force. Your body tensed, a small gasp escaping your lips as the impact stung. He paused, as if considering his next move.

Seungmin must have sensed your arousal, because a low growl sounded in his throat, his voice lowering as he spoke, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

You could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt, his grip on you unrelenting.

A shiver ran down your spine, your stomach fluttering at his words. He slid his hand between your legs. 

"I knew it." His voice was barely a whisper.

His fingers brushed against your slick folds, causing you to shudder.

He slipped a finger inside, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Look at you, all wet for me," he murmured, his finger pumping in and out. "Too bad you're being a brat." Your breath caught in your throat, the sensation almost too much.

You were completely at his mercy,

"Don't think I've forgotten about that sassy mouth of yours," he said, a second finger joining the first.

"S-sorry," you stuttered, your mind going blank as he continued to work his magic.

His fingers curled inside you, eliciting another moan.Your hips bucked involuntarily, your body aching for more.

"I don't know what's hotter…. The burning on my tongue or the heat radiating from your pussy.."

"I-I..I know something that will cool it down" You sputtered out as he continued to shove his fingers into you.

"My tongue, or your pussy?" He replied.

"Both" you said quietly.

He put you down, leading you to the living room. He pulls you in for a kiss and he pulls you onto his lap on the couch.

You grind against his growing bulge, eliciting a soft moan from him.

He slides a hand under your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He kisses you harder

his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

Your breathing becomes heavy, your mind clouded with desire. You need more, and you need it now. "Y-Your tongue.." you pant out reminding him

"You want me to use my tongue?" You nod, biting your lip.

"Please.." you say. His hands trail down to your hips, pulling them closer. You can feel his breath on your lips. He lays back, allowing you to shift your weight, positioning yourself directly over his mouth. You leaned forward, your hands braced on the side of the couch.

  Seungmin's tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate path up your length, before flicking teasingly at your clit. You gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily as a surge of pleasure shot through you.

You moaned as his tongue made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, a shiver running through your body. He swirled his tongue around your clit, eliciting another moan from you.

You gripped the edge of the couch, your knuckles turning white as you struggled to stay upright.

"Put your weight on me." He said gripping your waist and pulling you down. His mouth worked furiously, his tongue lapping hungrily at your wetness. Your hips bucked, your head spinning as the pleasure built.

 "Fuck, Seungmin," you moaned, your nails digging into the fabric of the couch. "Just like that."

    He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh.

"You taste so good," he said, his voice muffled. "The honey doesn't compare to how sweet you taste."

He continued to tease and suck your clit, the pleasure overwhelming. He was holding you up with ease, with no sense of struggle. Your eyes closed, your breathing ragged as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

"Ride my face baby" 

"Y-Yes," you gasped, grinding against him.

"Yes what?" He replied.

"Y-Yes.. Sir"

"Good girl," he praised, his hands guiding your movements. You gripped the edge of the couch, steadying yourself as you rode his face, moaning as his tongue plunged deeper.

Your legs were beginning to give out and Seungmin could sense your struggle to stay up. 

"What happened baby." He said teasingly as his tongue prodded your entrance. " I thought you were strong.. You can't even hold yourself up."

He gripped your waist tighter, pulling you closer as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of you, fucking you with his mouth.

You were trembling now, the pleasure almost too much. It wasn't long before you felt the familiar tightening in your belly.

"Fuck, Seungmin," you moaned, grinding against him, desperate for release." I'm gonna.. I-I..I have to cum.. I ne-need to…to.. I wanna cum all over your p-pretty face.” 

He chuckled, his tongue swirling around your clit, causing your whole body to shudder.

"Come for me, baby," he murmured, his voice husky.

You threw your head back, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you came.Your legs shook violently, and your entire body convulsed. Seungmin kept a tight grip on you, keeping his tongue buried deep inside of you.

    Seungmin didn't let up, his tongue continuing to work its magic as you came down from your high. You collapsed forward, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

"God, that was amazing," you panted, a wave of exhaustion washing over you.

Seungmin smirked, licking his lips as his eyes trailed over you, the hint of amusement still in his voice. "You know," he said, his tone dropping, "my tongue feels much better all of a sudden."

His smirk deepened, the earlier frustration in his voice now replaced with smug satisfaction. "Guess you didn’t need to open that jar after all."

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Grounded? [Knuckles Show] Knuckles x Reader

Warnings: None

Additional information: No use of Y/N

Requested by: N/A

Today was a normal day so you didn't have to go to school. Since your family had no plans of going out of town -as your guardians had to work-, you had decided to go hang out with your three new best friends-- Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles.

Their house was a block from yours so you got to take a few moments to admire the beauty in nature on your trek. How the leaves on the trees are a vivid green. How the grass is the perfect shade of color. Dandelions here and there.

You got to the Wachowski door and knocked. After a brief wait, Tails came to the door. "Oh, hey!" He greeted. "Hi, Tails!" You put your fist out for a power bump. He does the same, and you open your hand after the gesture, as if mimicking an explosion.

You peer into the living room. "Oh my. What happened?" The living room from what you saw was transformed into a makeshift fighting arena. "Knuckles wanted to fight someone to become the 'family champion'."

"Should've expected that," You replied with a small laugh, looking a bit closely. "Hole still hasn't been fixed yet?"

"No. It's kind of hard when Knuckles sees the construction crew as enemies."

"Oh. Where's he at now?" You asked.

"Upstairs. Maddie grounded him."

"I honestly don't blame her."

You walked up the attic stairs to see Sonic strapping a VR headset onto Knuckles' head, leaving him exclaiming: "Ah! Where have you sent me?!"

Knuckles removed the headset. "And viral dance videos!" Sonic rushed to find his ring light, set his phone in the holder, and did a dance to "Keep Movin' On".

Eventually, Sonic's dancing stopped, and he set away his ring light.

"See what I mean? Use this time to relax. You'll be out there warrior-ing before you know it," Sonic replied, jumping off the tire swing he sat on momentarily. "Okay, good talk." Sonic walked past you, saying hello, before him and Tails were on their way to the backyard to play catch.

"Hey, Knuckles," You spoke up.

"Hello, human," He looked up from his sitting position on the floor, setting his VR headset and hand remotes down. "Did the fox tell you about my grounding?"

"He did. Why did you think it would be a good idea to build a throne in the dining room?" You asked, sitting next to him, looking out the circular window, watching the clouds roll by.

"Sonic told me to make myself at home. As the family champion, I deserve to sit on a throne during mealtime. Echidna tradition."

You couldn't help but snort lightly. "Knux, things are different with humans than echidnas. Humans don't have thrones at the table."

"But, what about that family that shows up on Maddie's television occasionally?"

"Knux, that's the royal family. It's their tradition as kings, queens, princes, and princesses. But it's not normal in everyday homes like ours."

You ruffled his quills lightly.

"I do think I understand."

"Do you understand the part about the fighting pit, too?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, what I suggest you do, buddy, is apologize to Maddie when she comes home. You'll be back to being a warrior in no time."

"Do you think so?" He asked you, looking up at you with his beady purple eyes.

"I know so," You nudged his shoulder with a laugh.

"Thank you, human."

"For what?" You asked him.

"Explaining to me what human culture is like. It is very different from the echidna culture." Knuckles gave you a sliver of a smile.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder. He tensed a little, but then leaned into your touch. "You're welcome, bud."

[missnightshade]

❝ THREE OF SWORDS ❞

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request? No no. But I promise I'll work on some requests soon.

Summary: Agatha is no stranger to pain and loss. Yet, somehow, even the thought of losing you is too much to bear.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Sickness. Mentions of death (not Rio this time). English not being my first language. Poor ending skills.

Word count: 1.1K.

The Three of Swords:

Grief, heartbreak, and sorrow.

Agatha Harkness was a totem of pain. Most wouldn’t know or believe it to be true. The Witches community could only measure her to their own rules and deception. She was a killer. A heartless, powerful and unruly woman, born to no good deeds.

But for a green eyed, younger witch, she was everything but a bad person.

You would always be reminded of a ghost memory of a smiling Nicholas, laughing in a field of dandelions as his mother chased him. Agatha was carefree then. Her previous Coven a memory left behind and her actions justified by the sweet smile little Nicky would give her.

Agatha never told the full deal with her son’s existence till he was gone while the other woman, still getting to know the Harkness witch, held her by Nicky's grave. It was now lost somewhere in the forests of Massachusetts, long gone and rusted, but his passing held a strong place in her heart still.

Centuries might pass, but it was certain that nothing would hurt her more than that. Not her mother’s hate. Not her trial by the people who she was raised with. Not the many people she lost along the way.

But one day, as you fell sick to the bed, something as strong as her son’s death came close to hurting her.

You laid there, the same green eyes tired as something twisted your health. As Agatha cared for you in the coziness of her newfound house in Westview, you grumbled as the whole contents of your stomach flooded from your mouth into the bucked Agatha held close to you. Her soup, your favorite, completely gone now.

“Doll..we should see a doctor. You haven’t left the bed for three days.” She argued, trying to fix your hair behind the left ear.

A laugh scaped you as your hands, damp and cold, grasped at her touch to make it last. Agatha’s fingers stayed there, slowly moving to touch your right cheek.

“I am a witch, love, much like you. Doctors will do me no good.”

She ruffled, but as her hands felt the hotness that irradiated from your skin, her eyes roamed over the pale face in front of her. Agatha’s thoughts were much like a fortress in the night. Hidden. Protected. But not for you. She felt at ease by your side after so many years. Trust was the one thing only you could give her. And then, as you saw her eyes glistening under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her mind presented itself like an open book.

She feared for your health. The fever and weakness of your body reminded her so much of her last night with Nicholas. Nothing would hurt as much as it did…but losing you to the same fate as him was painful. A pain that not even with all her sorrows and heartbreaks, she was ready to go through again.

“Aggy…” You whispered and when your sweet tone scaped weekly, the bucket was left in the floor as she tried to scape your gaze so the tears rolling down her cheeks wouldn’t be seen. “Love, look at me.”

The weak request acted like knife to her fragile heart. Agatha was tough on the outside, but not at all on the inside. Her gaze softened as her eyes, glazed and red, found yours. You reached out even with your whole body begging for some rest, and without any complaints, she quickly found her place in the bed you shared. She needed comforting, but her body was the one to hold yours. Your lips found their way to her collarbone with sweet kisses untill you reached her face. You nuzzled her cheek, hand gently holding her face to bring her to face you in the comfort of the bubble you both shared. Agatha sniffled, softly tightening her hold to your as if to stop you from fading away. Understanding her needs, you pressed flushed to her, breathing deeply.

“I’m here, my love. And I am not going anywhere.” You reassured. Agatha opened her eyes, gazing at you from the few centimeters between you both.

“You’re so sick, Doll. It worries me that you…you will…”

“Go meet him?”

The way your words stung left her breathless. Agatha had a difficult time speaking up about Nicholas even since. But while she failed, you didn’t. It was important for her to still mention him. To treat him like he deserved: an important part of her that, although painful, was beautiful.

She nodded, and you simply smiled.

“If I was to meet him…know that he would be loved even there.” Her fearful eyes met yours again, but you continued. “But I am not to be dead now. I’m just simply ill. It shall pass. Like everything. Trust me on this one, baby. I’m going to be just fine.”

Agatha breathed out shakily, not noticing how much it affected her.

“I cannot lose you too.”

“You won’t. Ever.”

[ . . . ]

As the morning came, the energy shared between the two seemed to act like a love spell. The curing type rather than the bonding one. Stirring awake, the warmth of Agatha’s arms around your body was missing. You could wait and rest, but the ache and the dizziness were pretty much gone.

You raised, brushed your teeth even, and managed to find a messy haired Agatha quietly moving around the kitchen. She seemed busy with a tea in her hand and potion tools all over the place as something boiled in her ironed cauldron. As she looked up at your figure, her tea was almost spilled all over the countertop as she rushed to your side.

“Doll, what are you doing up?” she touched you, analyzing your whole state as you laughed softly.

“I felt better, so I came down for breakfast. “ You gathered her euphoric hands to kiss her knuckles. “But you…what are you doing?”

Agatha looked over her work station for a minute before going back to you.

“I had a crazy dream-memory about a potion that I used to make for Nicky so he could feel better. I thought it may work better for you.” Her voice trailed behind her thoughts. “You feel better?”

Softly, your hugged her neck with your arms gently bringing her closer.

“Yeah. Not a hundred percent, but much better.”

She breathed out, relived. But even so, she gently walked with you closer to one sip of the potion already ready for you.

“Still. Take this. Can’t have you feeling worse again.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered.

“Only because I love you.”

As you chugged down the contents of the cup, Agatha observed you from her place at your side, fingers gently stroking your waist. Seeing the color back to your pretty features calmed her chaotic mind, and she was reminded once again how important you were to her. When the potion was done, she pulled you closer, kissing every bit of skin that you showed.

“I love you more, stubborn girl.”

You were going to get better. You wouldn't be her sorrow.

[bunnyhugs77]

Honey I'm Home

୨୧- Just a little slice of life of a hard working dad, his tired wife and their twin girls.

୨୧ WC: 900

Jungkook pushes open the door to your small two-bedroom flat, his keys jingling in the door which attracted the two little girls on the other side to come running instantly.

The soft patter of their socked feet hitting the wooden floors as they rushed to his as fast as they could. "Daddy!" The girls squealed. Jungkook crouched down, his once drained expression replaced with one full of delight.

"Girls!" He exclaims, taking the both of them in each of his arms, listening to their adorable laughter as he engulfed them into his tight embrace. "Daddy! Can't breathe!" Aria squeaks from where her head rested against his chest. Always the dramatic one of the two.

Jungkook laughs, apologizing and letting them go. Aria runs back to the kitchen where he could only assume the source of that flavourful scent was coming from. Meanwhile Hye-Ji stayed back to show him the flowers she'd picked just for him.

"Are these for me?" Bending at the waist to collect the crushed dandelions that were once in the grip of her fist. She nods with the brightest smile he's ever seen.

Picking her up as well, letting her rest on his side with one hand, careful not to ruffle the very elaborate princess dress she was wearing as he finally begins to make his way to the kitchen. "Thank you so much princess, I'll make sure to add this to my collection." He places a kiss to the crown of her head.

There you were. His eyes seemed to soften once they landed on you. In a button up and your favourite pair of mom jeans." Hi baby," He gets the chance to peck your lips briefly before Hye-Ji was asking to be put down.

She quickly ran off to her sister in the living room where there were colouring pages ripped out, building blocks all over the place, a box of crayons in the laundry bin full of clothes that were waiting to be folded.

"Hi." You manage a smile before resuming your blank stare into the pot of tomato sauce for the spaghetti that you'd been stirring for god knows how long. "Is everything okay?" Disregarding your mundane 'yeah' he know something is up.

"Honey, what's wrong? Talk to me." You sigh, dropping your shoulders, finally looking at him. He was in his typical work-wear for his day job as a private banker meanwhile he works part-time nights as a mail courier.

"Today was a bad day." Letting your head fall into your husband's firm chest in defeat. His hands raised to hold you in his arms the same way the have been for the last 5 years.

The shiny silver band of his wedding ring catching the light for a moment as he gently rubbed your back. "You wanna talk about it?"

You pout softly, "There's nothing to say, look at the state of the house. Hye-Ji turned the house upside down looking for her dress this morning. Then I took them to the grocery store and Aria got lost." Jungkook's eyebrows raise, but you weren't done.

"I finally got them to sleep for an hour while I did some laundry, and then I ended up falling asleep myself, waking up to crayons and toys everywhere, and Hye-Ji was crying because she missed you and then I started crying because I missed you too and-"

You couldn't believe this was making you tear up. The day was hectic and the fact you'd have to do it all over again tomorrow. Jungkook hushes you in a comforting manner, practically swaddling you in his arms. "I'm sorry I couldn't be here," you sniffle, stepping back.

"It's not your fault. You work two jobs. it's just hard sometimes." You admit and Jungkook gets an idea. "Go." He says and your brow arches, "I'll finish dinner, and take care of the girls. Go rest, or read that Jasper Wilde book you've been wanting to read. Please. Let me help, you deserve it." He pecks your forehead and you weren't going to fight him on it.

Leaving the kitchen and the responsibilities to him. Telling yourself that it would only be a thirty minute nap but it turned into 2 hours. By the time you walked back into the kitchen, it looked like you'd walked into a whole new house.

Everything was neat and tidy, the girls were sitting on the ground with a bowl of abandoned grapes shared between them as they watched Moana with an entranced gaze.

The laundry basket was gone, the floors were clean and the air smelled of soft fresh linens and cinnamon. Looking back to the kitchen where Jungkook quietly tidied up, humming softly to himself. You stood hidden from where you were admiring your little family.

You may not have had much but you had everything you needed right here. "You're amazing you know that?" Jungkook says as you approached him. "I should be saying that to you." You counter.

"No. I mean it, Y/n. Having two jobs is easy, but doing what you do everyday is a job for a saint. I appreciate everything you do for us, I love you so much." His lips pressing against your forehead while your heart felt so full of love. "I love you." You say.

"I have to potty!" Aria declares and the both of you look at each other.

"Not it."

"Not it."

[the-moth-archives]

୨୧ Life with Logan and Laura ୨୧

type: tooth-rotting fluff - minor hurt comfort - gn reader

word count: 967

notes: hi hi !! i’ve been super busy with college and my jobs </3 but i was finally able to write this down late at night !! thank you all for the amazing support with all of my other posts, i have officially reached a little over 1000 likes on this blog !! also a reminder that my requests are open !!

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it was very late into the night where you and Logan were cooped up in your shared bed. the windows were cracked slightly to let in the autumn air as the leaves around your cabin started to fall.

Logan was behind you in bed, spooning you with his nose snuffed deep into the crook of your neck. he’s a very light sleeper so it was no surprise that he woke up the second he heard the floor squeaking. he lifted his head up slightly and narrowed his eyes at the door, ready to jump into action but when the door opened, Laura was standing there with a blanket tucked into her arms. her bottom lip was poking out slightly as she sniffed and looked at Logan with a sad, tired look. Logan sat up.

“what’s goin on, kid?” you started stirring in your sleep at this point as Laura patted her way over to the end of the bed and started climbing in between you and Logan. you sat up on your elbows and turned to the middle of the bed to see Laura laying face down onto the mattress, suppressing her sniffles. you hummed in pity and started playing with her hair.

“awh baby..” you cooed at her, laying back down again, facing her and pulling her into your chest. Laura started whimpering softly as you quietly shush her, rubbing her back and pushing her head further into you. you looked back up at Logan with a worried look; he returned the same expression as he started petting her head.

it took a little bit for Laura to relax and fall back asleep, still wrapped up in your arms. Logan laid back down behind her and pulled the both of you close to him. you were rubbing her cheek with your thumb; she had a small fist full of your shirt in her hand, her grip loosening as she fell asleep. Logan kissed the top of her head and went back up to kiss your forehead.

Logan waited for you to fall asleep first before he even thought about relaxing. you and Laura were his everything and when he sees either of you hurt, it pulls something in him. he hugged you both closer to him as he finally let himself fall back to sleep, his grip still as firm as ever.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

It was your bi-weekly grocery store run. Logan was walking with his hands in his pockets and Laura was next to you with one hand next to yours on the shopping cart.

Logan never left your side, reaching for things you might not be able to reach and adding small commentary on the items you’d put in the cart.

you were in the frozen food section, picking out some breakfast sandwiches and veggies when Laura wondered down further and grabbed a box of waffles from the fridge. she walked back to you and held the box up to you.

“ooo, those look good! thank you Laura!” you smile down at her as she put the box in the cart. you moved some of her hair out of the way to plant a small kiss to her forehead. as you continued walking, Logan trailed behind and ruffled her hair.

after picking out the stuff that’s needed to keep your body strong, you allowed the two mutants to pick out something for themselves while you picked out something for your own interest. Logan came back with a pack of beer and Laura came back with a brown bear plush. clutched to her chest.

not only did you leave with food for the next 2 weeks, you left with 2 happy mutants who clutched their goodies to their chests.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

the sun was setting when Laura started running back to the front porch where you were sitting in a rocking chair, working on your chosen hobby. she stopped in front of you and held up some dandelions for you.

“awh, for me?” she nodded. you put what you were doing down and took the flowers from her hand and gave them a sniff. she climbed up into your lap and laid her head against your chest. you hummed and started petting her head as her eyes grew heavy and droopy from running around all afternoon, her small bear plush pressed close to her.

she, thankfully, wasn’t too heavy like Logan is with his skeleton. she was more of a very heavy weighted blanket which grounded you while you watched the leaves in the trees move around with the wind. you two sat there for while, rocking back and forth and listening to the outside world around you. Laura rubber her face agains your chest and started to drift off, you closing your eyes as well.

“now look at this.” Logan teased. he had his ax rested against his shoulder and a thin sheet of sweat covered him. you smiled at him.

“hi Logan” you craned your neck up to give him a small kiss on the lips. he looked down at Laura and ruffled her hair slightly.

“someone’s out cold.” he commented, making you giggle and move a strand of Lauras hair out of her face.

“she was running around, chasing the squirrels and what not. brought me some dandelions.” you smiled down at her and gave her a small kiss on the crown of her head. Logan’s heart swelled; he swooped down to give you one more kiss on the lips and on the forehead. his lips lingered over your forehead.

“i love you both so much. i never thought i would be allowed to have a life this peaceful.. you’re all i got.. n’ i need to keep you both safe.” you smiled back up at him.

“we love you too. you’re doing great.”

[mamisfavmosher]

hiiii i love your stories! could i make a request with poly!judgement day (mainly dom x reader) where dom and reader are just acting silly at a park while the others just watch and it’s just overall basically TJD just having fun and make it super fluffy!

(sorry this was a mouthful 😭)

of course! thank you!

you want primarily dom, you shall receive primarily dom with a touch of poly!judgment day

dandelion fluff // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

"Oh, you better start running, sweetheart." Dom threatened me with a devious smirk after I blew dandelion fluff into his mullet. I giggled with a smile and began running through the grass.

Before I knew it, Dom caught me in his arms and quickly spun me around while kissing my cheek. "You're gonna pay for that! Mami spent all morning doing my hair." He said while gently flopping us onto the ground.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Judgment Day stood a few feet away, watching the two of us roll around in the grass and playfully attack each other.

"You two need to take it easy!" Priest chuckled at us. I looked up at Damian and started running toward him to try and get away from Dom.

"Not so fast, chica!" Dom had grabbed me again, throwing me into a fit of giggles.

I maneuvered my body around his to get into a piggyback position. "You can't get me from back here." I smirked at him and gently ruffled his mullet as he groaned. He hoisted me up higher to get a better grip before he suddenly took off in a sprint. "Dom!" I squealed and held onto him tightly.

"Careful, Dom! She's precious cargo!" Rhea yelled out with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever." Dom said while playfully rolling his eyes, setting me down in front of the group. Finn swiftly pulled me into his arms, holding me close against him.

"I've got ya, lass. I'll keep you safe from Dirty Dom!" Finn said with a theatrical voice. I let out another squeal as Dom tackled the both of us to the ground.

Finn quickly got up to join the standing members, both in fits of laughter of their own. Dom and I continued rolling through the grassy field, eventually coming across a rather large hill.

"Woah! Whoever rolls down the fastest gets to pick what's for dessert tonight!" I exclaimed before barreling down the hill, not waiting for Dom to catch up.

Most of the afternoon was spent like this. Tackling, rolling around, and racing with Dom before Rhea, Damian, and Finn called us back to go home.

But I pick dessert tonight, so the fun's not over yet.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

SAM MONROE leaned back against the park bench, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line while he's in the middle of watching the chaos unfold on the playground. There’s this kid--probably about five--absolutely losing it. Screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing sand everywhere, and shoving toys out of other kids’ hands. Where the hell is this kid's mom? People muttered between each other, taking their children out of the playground or far away from this menace. Vinnie, at the time was perched on Sam's lap with his chubby fingers gripping a half-eaten graham cracker, watching the scene too, little face scrunched in an almost identical expression of disapproval that Sam had.

“Yeah, bud,” he mutters under his breath, “I don’t know what the hell’s going on either.”

The wild kid screams again, now chasing after another toddler with a stick, and Sam’s had enough. He scoops Vinnie up, balancing him on his hip. “C’mon, Little Dude,” voice low and firm “We’re not dealing with that.”

Vinnie doesn’t even protest--he just nestles closer, soft cheek pressed to Sam’s shoulder, just time to time turning his eyes to the bullying others kid. Sam walks them over to the other side of the playground, settling down near the slide where things are way calmer. He sets Vinnie down in the grass and crouches in front of him, brushing the crumbs off his tiny overalls.

“You see that kid?” Sam says, jerking his chin in the direction of the chaos. Vinnie looks over, big, curious eyes blinking.

“That,” Sam continues, tone serious, “is what we call a problem. And we’re not gonna be like that, alright? You’re not gonna be that kid.”

Vinnie stares at him for a moment, then lets out a soft babble that sounds suspiciously like «No.» Sam smirks, ruffling his son’s curls. “Exactly, Little Dude. Good answer.”

He plops down in the grass beside Vinnie, stretching his long legs out and watching as his son crawls towards a patch of flowers. Sam’s gaze softens as he watched Vinnie carefully pluck a dandelion, holding it like he’s just found a treasure.

“See?” Sam mutters, mostly to himself. “That’s my kid. Cool as hell. Doesn’t need to act like a lunatic to get attention.”

Vinnie turns back to him, holding the flower out with a wide, toothy grin. Sam takes it, twirling it between his fingers before tucking it behind Vinnie’s ear. “Thanks, Little Dude. You’re a real gentleman.”

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Granny Bucchi and Ruggie interaction for NRC Family Day, please!

"Well, Ruggie, this is quite the fancy school, ain't it? You've come pretty far from bein' that scraggly little runt that I raised." She chuckled as she teasingly but affectionately ruffles her grandson's hair. "Your ma woulda been proud of ya. Just don't let it get to your head too much, get me? And just make sure you keep eatin' enough, too."

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

His hair was already wild to begin with, but it was left all poofy like dandelion fluff once his grandma was through with it. Hands on him were usually a bad sign—a spanking for misbehaving, or another thief trying to nab his spoils for the day. But this was a happy exception.

“Nishishishishi. What'd I tell ya, Granny?” Ruggie snickered, smoothing down his wayward hair. “We’ve got a buncha’ rich kids and royalty lyin’ around, so NRC’s gotta be fancy to suit ‘em.

“They’ve got an extra special buffet set up for Family Day—all-you-can-eat and 100% free—so we should swing by to swipe some grub.” His eyes shone. “Plenty of good eats and gigs all around campus, so I’m gettin’ by just fine!”

“You’re right here with’m,” his grandma cried, heartily smacking him on the shoulder, “and you deserve every last thaumark of it!!”

“So do you.” He playfully nudged her back. “You’ll see. Once I graduate, I’ll make sure you can live the rest of your days with no worries.”

“You’re not bein’ very humble there, kiddo. Don’t you worry about me now! Ya do that ‘n all your fur’s gonna fall out before mine does!!” She wagged a finger at him. “Didn’t think it’d ever come to this. The rugrat I used to look after says he’s all grown up, wiry and strong, and plannin’ to do the same for me now.”

Ruggie’s relaxed smile turned slightly crooked. “Well, you did a pretty good job raising that rugrat. C’mon,” he laughed, excitedly tugging at his grandma’s arm, “we’ve got a feast waiting for us—and it ain’t gonna eat itself!!”

“Cool your jets, I’m comin’.”

Using her walking stick, Granny Bucchi hobbled along. Ruggie swooped in to offer his arm, which she latched onto for support. He eyed the ratty walking stick, which was beginning to rot in some spots and splinter at the ends.

“… First thing I’ll do when my next paycheck comes in is buy you a better one of these things,” he promised.

To this, his grandmother howled, showing all her teeth. “You’re a star, Ruggie.”

The two hyena prowled down Main Street and to the Main Building towering in the distance. Shining down on them was the sun, golden and welcoming. Granny Bucchi shaded her face and squinted up at the source of the sky’s warmth.

At night time, the great kings of the past would come out to greet their subjects. And scattered among those great kings were the commoners and their loved ones. Ruggie’s mother, too.

But the sun is also a star.

Granny Bucchi grinned.

She must be smiling down on us, so proud to see her son here.

[suguwu]

MOON EATER I TWO

"But truly, Master Diluc—why am I here?"

"I would wed you," he says, flexing his hands in his lap. "If you are amenable to it."

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

masterlist

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x f!reader

notes: hopefully this posts bc dividers are giving me trouble but mostly i hope you enjoy!

content: marriage of convenience, politics, some manipulation, pining, jealousy, some blood and gore.

wc: 5k

You take the Ragnvindr name on a mild autumn day.

It’s a simple thing, Diluc thinks. Two signatures side by side, yours jagged like a cliff face, his flowing like a peaceful river current. He watches the ink sink into the paper as Jean clears her throat.

He glances up at his old friend; her eyes—the gentle blue of the early morning sky—soften. He stiffens. Jean has always worn her heart on her sleeve and now, the smile that curves her lips is a dandelion thing, delicate and fleeting. There’s something melancholic to it.

“Congratulations,” she says, quiet but firm. “May the breeze bring its blessings to your union.”

The wind curls in through the window, catching against the marriage certificate, the edges of it fluttering in the sudden puff of air. The breeze swirls through the office, tugging at your simple dress with cheeky fingers, sending your earrings dancing. You laugh, free and delighted, and Diluc’s chest tightens. 

(Your little sailboat spun around in the current, small enough that the water churned around it like a storm-struck sea. 

“I’ll get it!” Diluc called as he rolled his pant legs up, exposing skin as pale as the moon, dusted with freckles, cinnamon on top of cream. He waded into the river before you could protest. The water was cold, eddying around his legs, and he grunted as he reached for the toy. It drifted away from his grasping fingertips like a crystalfly rising to the sky, just out of reach. He reached out further, stretching as far as he could over the deeper water, where the current grew teeth. He grit his teeth as the boat bobbed along, buffeted on all sides by the rippling water. He stretched further, rising to the tip of his toes, a stubborn ballerina.

“Be careful!” Kaeya called from the shore.

Diluc startled. He tumbled into the deeper water, yelping as it swallowed him in its frostbitten mouth. The current spun around him, sinking its teeth into him, but he sputtered his way to the surface. It tugged at him as he treaded water. Diluc spat his soaked hair out of his mouth as he looked for your boat, but it was long gone.

Kaeya and you met him in the shallows. Diluc stood, grimacing as his clothes suckered to him, still heavy with cold water. 

“Are you okay?” Kaeya asked.

“Yeah,” Diluc said. He looked at you. “Sorry about your boat.” 

You stared at him for a moment, eyes wide. Then you laughed, loud and echoing, as bright as the sunlight reflecting off the river’s surface. Diluc’s heart fluttered against his ribcage. 

“You’re an idiot,” you said, but there was almost something fond in your voice. “I’m glad you’re okay.” 

Diluc beamed.)

The wind dances around Jean’s office for a moment more. It undulates around you, ruffling the pristine cecilia pinned sweetly into your hair, and your laugh billows out like campfire smoke once more. The breeze plays over Diluc’s neck, tugging at the crimson strands of his hair, making them dance like flames. 

Finally, the breeze dies out, but only after it makes the marriage certificate flutter once more.

“Well, well,” Lisa purrs from her place beside Jean, gazing out from beneath the rim of her hat with a bemused expression. “A blessed union indeed.” 

“You think so?” you ask, and you’re back to that rosebud smile.

Lisa nods. “Of course, cutie. With that timing? There’s hardly anything else it could be.”

Diluc meets Jean’s wide eyes. He thinks of fish mouthing along the top of a pond, but the expression is quickly gone as Jean gathers herself. 

“Well,” you say, glancing over to Diluc, your eyes shining, reflecting his own image back at him. Your ability to be unreadable has plagued Diluc over these last few months; he supposes he shouldn’t be surprised you give nothing away now. “An auspicious start to our union, husband.” 

“Yes,” he says, unable to conjure up any other words, too caught on being called husband by you. 

Lisa chuckles before reaching out for the certificate. She signs as a witness with a flourish, even though her handwriting is atrocious. Jean takes it next; her signature is looping and beautiful, curling like sweet pea tendrils.

You tilt your head. “Is there anything else needed?” you ask Jean. 

“No,” she says, handing off the certificate to the Knight’s clerk that has just appeared at the ring of a bell. “You’re legally married. Congratulations again.”

“Thank you,” you say. “You’ll be at the party, yes?”

Jean nods.

“Wonderful,” you say. “We’ll see you then.”

“Actually,” Jean says, “I was hoping to speak to Sir Diluc for a moment.”

He blinks.

“Of course,” you say, before murmuring a goodbye. You sweep out of the office, brushing past Diluc as you do. He breathes in and the scent of you fills his lungs, with the sweet addition of the cecilia’s pollen. The door closes behind you. 

“What is it?” he asks Jean roughly. 

“Sir—”

“I’m not a knight anymore.”

She flushes, the apples of her cheeks pinkening like ripening strawberries. The air goes ozone heavy, the breath before a lightning strike. He glances at Lisa; she smiles sweetly despite the static electricity crackling around her. Jean lays a hand on her shoulder. 

“Of course,” Jean says to Diluc as the ozone starts to fade away. “My apologies, Master Diluc.”

“What is it?”

She coughs. “I understand that you don’t like the Knights, Master Diluc, but it’s important that they’re present at your wedding celebration.”

He stiffens. “Why?”

“There will be several diplomats attending, including representatives of the Qixing,” she says, looking mournful. “The Knights will need to be present as a protective measure.”

“My staff are—”

“Not Knights of Favonius,” Lisa says. Diluc frowns at her; she flashes her teeth in a lazy smile. “It needs to be the Ordo, not civilians.” 

“Won’t the Qixing have their own people?”

“Yes. But the Knights will need to provide an escort anyway.” 

Diluc grits his teeth.

“Master Diluc,” Jean says, far too gently. “It is only for a night.”

He bristles. “One night is one too many,” he snaps. 

Jean’s face hardens. “This is a matter of national importance. It is not a suggestion, Master Diluc. There will be Knights present as security at your wedding celebration.” 

(The blood on his face was still hot. 

It dripped down his cheek, but Diluc paid it no mind. He reached out with a shaking hand to his father, his body propped up against the carriage like a broken puppet. The gash on his father’s side was deep enough that Diluc could see the white glint of bone, like teeth in the crimson mouth of the wound. 

“Father,” he gasped. 

His father grabbed his wrist as he reached for the wound to put pressure on it. “Diluc,” he wheezed, his rich voice breaking over the syllables. “Please.”

Something opened in Diluc’s chest; it poured, and poured, and poured.

He knew what he had to do.)

Leather creaks as he clenches his hand into a fist at his side. Jean’s eyes dart to it, but she stays firm, her lips set into a thin line. In this moment, he realizes she looks every inch the Grand Master, with her head held high and her blue eyes burning like a comet through the sky.

“I’m sorry, Master Diluc,” she says. “We cannot budge on this. And your wife has agreed.”

“Fine,” he snaps. “But only for the celebration, not before or after.” 

Lisa opens her mouth, but Jean holds out a staying hand. “Very well,” she acquiesces.

“Is that all?”

“Yes, Master Diluc,” Jean says, her voice soft and a little bit sad. “That’s all.”

He strides from the room without a goodbye. The door clicks shut behind him, the guard outside it coming to attention. Diluc pays no attention to him, heading towards the exit.

He’s almost to it when he realizes there’s no sign of you. He halts, glancing around with a furrowed brow. There’s not even a hint of your scent to guide his way. He closes his eyes for a second, resigned to his fate, but before he can ask the guard if he’s seen where you went—

“My, my,” a velvet voice purrs out. “Lost your new wife already, Master Diluc? Impressive.”

He sighs. He turns around to face Kaeya, meeting his pale lilac eye with a scowl. The other man smiles, an indolent curve of his lips, a fat cat lounging in a golden patch of sunlight. 

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Kaeya asks, raising a perfect brow. “I’ve barely said anything.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” 

Kaeya laughs. “I’ll keep your wife’s message to myself, then, shall I?”

“Didn’t know you were a delivery boy now.”

Kaeya’s eye crinkles with his smile. “I made an exception for her.” 

Diluc takes a deep breath and ignores that. “What’s the message?”

“Oh? I can talk now?”

“Sir Kaeya.” 

The knight hums. “She’s at Good Hunter. She says you should join her for lunch. And surely you won’t keep a lady waiting, will you?”

Diluc turns on his heel. Behind him, Kaeya laughs, an airy puff of sound. 

“You’re welcome!” 

Diluc ignores him and makes his way to Good Hunter. Most of the townspeople leave him be as he strides through town. He takes the long way around, trying to give himself time to shake off the remnants of his conversation with Jean. He comes to Good Hunter from the opposite side, and he catches sight of you from the terrace above the little plaza. You’re chatting with Sara, a small smile on your lips. He pauses to watch you for a moment. The afternoon sun is casting shadows around the plaza, but it haloes you, burnishes you gold.

Sara laughs, barely audible over the hubbub of the plaza. Your smile quirks at the edges, picking up on her joy, and Diluc thinks of how the moon has no light of its own, that it only reflects what it’s given.

As if sensing his gaze, you glance towards him. You wave, elegant and sure, and Diluc nods back to you before he realizes that the two Fatui stationed just beside the terrace are waving back. He grits his teeth. He stalks past them on his way to the stairs; they quail before the scowl he knows is carved into his face.

By the time he reaches you and Sara, though, he’s managed to calm himself. He comes up beside you and tries to ignore the soft heat of you. 

“Master Diluc,” Sara says. “We were just discussing some menu possibilities for your reception.” 

Diluc raises a brow. “I thought Adelinde was taking care of the preparations?”

“She is,” you say smoothly. “I told her I’d bring some of her notes to Sara when we went into town today.”

“I see.”

“Is that all you need?” Sara asks.

“Actually, I was thinking we would get lunch here. What do you think?” you ask, turning to Diluc with a little smile.

“I had intended to go to the Angel’s Share to check in,” he says. 

“Oh,” you say. “Let’s get something to bring there, then.” 

Diluc sighs. He wonders briefly if Adelinde had put you up to this—she’s always vexed by how often he forgets to eat while he is working. 

“Very well,” he says. “Sara, we’ll have an order to go.”

She nods and takes your order. As she steps away to prepare it, you and Diluc step to the side as well. The two of you are quiet for a few long moments. Diluc tugs on his glove, fixing the way it sits on his wrist, the buttery leather sliding back into place. 

“I had hoped to return to the winery by midafternoon,” you say. “Will your work be finished by then?”

“You don’t need to wait for me,” he says. “I can take a horse if you wish to take the carriage.” 

You blink slowly, a gentle sweep of your eyelashes. They catch the sunlight, the fan of them casting sweet shadows on the top of your cheeks. “I don’t mind waiting for you.”

“Oh.”

You smile, a slow bloom of your lips. “Besides,” you say, “I should think it would be interesting to see exactly how Master Diluc runs his tavern. I’ve heard you bartend. And that you’re good at it.”

He can feel the tips of his ears start to heat. “I do bartend on occasion.”

“You’ll have to make me a drink sometime.”

“As you wish.” 

Sara calls out for you then, her voice a sharp, bright chirp that cuts through all the plaza’s noise. You hum, stepping back to the counter. Diluc follows you quickly, pulling a pouch of mora free from his belt. He reaches around you to hand it to Sara.

“Thank you, Master Diluc,” she says, sounding amused. She starts to count out his change as you whip around to look at him. 

“I could have paid,” you say, nose scrunching up the smallest bit.

(“Don’t do that,” you said, nose scrunched up into something crinkled and ugly as you batted Diluc’s hand away. 

“Sorry,” he said softly, drooping like a wilting flower. You glanced up at him. Sighed. 

“Just sit,” you said. “You can watch.”

“Okay!” 

Diluc plopped down beside you. You were pressed shoulder to shoulder; you were a long line of cool skin against the pyro-enhanced heat of him. He leaned into you to better see what you were doing and grinned when you didn’t pull away.)

“I’m aware.”

You examine him for a moment before shaking your head. “Thank you,” you say to him. “I suppose.” 

Diluc accepts his change from Sara, leaving a hefty tip, and then hoists the basket of packaged food onto one arm. Tentatively, he offers the other to you; you tuck your hand into the crook of his elbow without hesitation. He catches himself before he makes a sound.

The walk to Angel’s Share is quiet. You return any greetings you receive, but you don’t stop, allowing Diluc to continue leading you. He’s deeply aware of your hand on him; it feels as if you’ve sunk beneath his skin, singed a mark into his bones. You give a little squeeze that makes his breath stutter. He walks a little faster, but you don’t seem to notice, matching his pace unconsciously. 

“Morning, sir,” Charles says as the two of you slip inside Angel’s Share. He pauses for a moment as he takes in your presence. “Miss.”

“Good morning, Charles,” Diluc says as he locks the door behind him; he’s long learned that people will try to come in no matter the posted hours. “How is set up going?”

“Business as usual, sir. Is there something I can do for you? Wasn’t expecting you today. Didn’t realize you were in town.”

Diluc clears his throat. “We had an errand to run,” he says. “I thought I’d take a look at the books while I was here. I’ll—we’ll be in the office.”

“‘Course.”

Diluc starts to head towards the office. You follow him after a moment, calling out a quiet goodbye to Charles. The door to the office sticks a bit; as always, Diluc makes a note to get it fixed. You watch him force it open with a little smile on your lips, but you don’t say a word. He watches you take in the small, meticulously organized office before you cross the threshold and settle in one of the chairs before the desk. Somehow, you make it look like a throne. 

He sets the basket of food on the desk, careful to avoid the few papers lying on it. “I’ll get some utensils,” he says. 

You nod. He stands there for a moment, unsure if he should say anything else, but you’re starting to unpack the basket, carefully moving the papers to the side. He steps out of the room and blows out a quiet breath. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s rubbing at the crook of his elbow, where your hand had rested. 

When he comes back to the office, you’re settled in the chair, the basket fully unpacked. You’re pursuing one of the books that had been stacked in the corner, your brow crinkled as you read. You glance up as he steps through the door and smile. It’s that rosebud smile of yours. Something in Diluc aches, deep in his bones.

(Kaeya’s smile was tentative as you tugged him along, your fingers laced together. Diluc frowned at the sight, running up to meet the two of you. 

“Where have you been?” he demanded.

“We just went to the sandbearer tree, Luc,” Kaeya said, his violet eye wide.

“You didn’t wait for me!”

“You were taking too long,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “And we’re back now, aren’t we?”

“I guess,” Diluc said, kicking at the dirt of the courtyard. “Did you climb it?”

“Yeah!” Kaeya chirped. “We went really high, too!”

Diluc frowned, his brow thunderous. “I wanted to climb too.”

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s go, then.”

Diluc perked up. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” 

“Great!” 

You smiled at him, as sharp and golden as the amber mountains of Liyue, and his heart pounded.)

You tilt your head in question. Diluc shakes himself out of the cobwebs of memory and steps closer.

“Shall we eat?” you ask.

“Yes,” he says, rougher than he means to be. “Let’s.”

You smile, flower petals yet unfolded.

He wonders if he’ll ever see you smile for real again.

—

This is, Diluc decides, worse than any battle with the Abyss has ever been. 

Your wedding reception is in full swing, the music rising to the winery’s rafters, carried by the light breeze winding through the open doors. Beyond them, the sunset is pouring across the horizon, dotted with bruised clouds that are limned with orange, a fiery kiss on a painter’s palette. The crowd spills out into the vineyards like wine, pooling together in small groups. Several people are well on their way to drunk, and Diluc watches them with a frown, glad the harvest is already done. 

The Knights, of course, are doing nothing. They’re stationed around the vineyard and the winery itself, but most of them are watching the festivities with wistful expressions on their faces. They’d be useless if they were needed. Diluc’s staff, on the other hand, are casually moving through the crowds, light on their feet, their eyes sharp. Someone shifts in the shadows at the top of the stairs; Diluc doesn’t need to look to know it’s Adelinde surveying the winery from above with shrewd jade eyes. 

(“Young Master Diluc,” Adelinde said. “Young Master Kaeya.”

Both boys flinched. When they glanced up at her, she was watching with sharp, verdant eyes, the green of them gone to seaglass in the low light, washed out into something softer. 

Diluc and Kaeya exchanged a glance. They’d been careful when they sneaked out the balcony door, tired of the never-ending parade of guests, desperate to loosen their starched cuffs. No one was looking their way.

Somehow, Adelinde always knew. 

“Hi Adelinde,” Diluc chirped. “We were just getting some air!”

“Right,” Kaeya said, after Diluc jabbed him with an elbow. “It was…stuffy in there…”

Adelinde stared down at them before her stern face softened. “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” she chided. 

“Please, Addy?” 

She sighed. 

“Alright,” she said. “But I’m staying out with you.”

“Okay!”

She melted into the shadows. In time, Diluc forgot she was even there at all.)

Adelinde shifts again, stepping further back in the shadows, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. Diluc watches, but she moves again, and she’s gone. Even with his discerning eye, if she’s there, he can’t tell. 

He refocuses when you touch his hand. It’s a ghost of a thing, a gentle brush of your fingers over the back of his glove, but it scorches through him like a forest fire. He glances at you.

You’re resplendent in the candlelight, your skin aglow and your painted lips curving like the crescent moon. There are cecilias pinned in your hair again, the cream petals dainty as they catch in the breeze, revealing golden stamen tucked between the petals like treasure. He’s sure that if he touched one silken petal, it would bruise under his fingertips. 

You wear them like they’re made for you, nature’s finest crown. The breeze ruffles the delicate petals once more, loosening a flower. The bloom threatens to fall, a collapsing ballerina, and Diluc reaches out without thought, pressing it back into place with careful fingers. 

“Ah, the sweetness of youth,” someone says, and Diluc jerks back as if burned. 

It’s a Liyuen who carries himself with the quiet confidence of someone with influence. He’s older, his hair gone gray as riverstones, but he stands tall. He speaks in Liyuen for a brief moment, the phrase just familiar enough that Diluc can recognize it as a formal greeting. 

You smile, your eyes crinkling with it. 

“Zhiming,” you say, bowing slightly. “Thank you for coming. I know the journey is long.”

The older man inclines his head. “Not nearly long enough to keep me away from something as important as this.”

You laugh, covering your mouth behind your hand. Your wedding ring flashes in the candlelight. “You’re too kind,” you say. “Diluc, may I introduce Zhiming of the Liyue Qixing? We work together on trade policy.” 

Diluc gathers himself at the mention of the Qixing, though he’s very aware that the tips of his ears must be bright red. “A pleasure,” he says, nodding to the older man. “Diluc Ragnvindr. The Dawn Winery is very grateful for our continued partnership with the trading unions.” 

The other man eyes him for a moment, his deep brown eyes keen. A hawk’s assessment. Diluc meets his gaze. 

“As are we,” Zhiming finally says. “May it continue for many years.”

Diluc nods.

“Are you staying long?” you ask lightly.

“For quite a few days,” he says. “The Knights of Favonius have kindly agreed to provide me an escort around Mondstadt during my stay. Hilichurls have been gathering of late, apparently.”

Diluc can’t help his scoff. 

Your smile ripples as Zhiming raises a brow. “Is this news to you?” he asks.

“No,” Diluc says. “My staff works hard to keep the road to the winery clear of them.”

“Not the Knights?”

“The Knights are inefficient at best,” Diluc says. “My staff is much more capable.”

“I see,” Zhiming says thoughtfully. His gaze darts to you for a moment, a lightning strike glance. “How unfortunate.” 

“Diluc exaggerates,” you say with a little laugh, resting your hand on Diluc’s forearm. You squeeze and he stiffens. “He simply prefers his staff, since they’re handpicked. Now please, Zhiming, go enjoy yourself. Yumei is here.” 

A flush settles onto the older man’s cheeks, darkening them. “Oh. It would be rude to not say hello, wouldn’t it?”

“Very,” you say, a smile curling on your lips. Zhiming dips his head in farewell before disappearing into the crowd.

Your smile shifts as you turn to face Diluc. He finds that you’re once again unreadable, a still, serene pond with murky depths. You lean in close; his heart skips. He can smell the cecilias, can smell the delicate notes of your perfume, the salt of your skin. He catches himself before he sways forward to be even closer. 

“What was that about the Knights?” you ask.

“The truth.”

“I understand that you’re upset—”

“You understand nothing.”

You take in a breath. Your eyes gleam in the candlelight, knife-edged. Your mouth tilts, lips thinning into a gash, and Diluc thinks of the way the crab broke beneath your hands all those years ago.

“Your quarrel with the Knights is your own,” you say softly. “I will do nothing to involve myself in it. You may have your opinion of them, and have it freely, but you will never disparage them in front of a foreign guest. Do you understand me?”

Diluc sets his jaw.

“It is hard to have my opinion freely when you constrict it so.” 

“Master Diluc—”

“I have a right to speak my mind on the Knights and their poor performance.”

“Do you truly have no thought for their image?”

“If the Knights are so concerned about their image, they should do something about it. Perhaps if they tried being competent—”

“Shut up,” you bite out, and Diluc is so taken aback that he actually does.

You meet his stunned gaze steadily, and suddenly, he is back in the dark of a thick pine forest, the crunch of fresh snow under his boots, the endless, unyielding cold sinking its teeth into his very bones.

He thinks he sees why the Harbinger likes you so much, now. You must remind him of home.

“I would ask that you think of the consequences of saying such a thing,” you say, voice frostbitten, so different from your usual careful tones. “Of what it means to dismiss our country’s protectors in front of a foreign agent.”

That gives Diluc pause.  “I—”

“Hadn’t thought that far? Yes, that much is clear to me.”

Someone coughs. Diluc glances up and the grin he sees makes him want to groan. Kaeya tilts his head, his navy hair flowing down his shoulder like the night sky chases the sunset. His smile sharpens into something sly. 

“Out of the honeymoon stage so soon? Such a shame,” he says.

Diluc resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “What do you want, Kaeya?”

Kaeya hums. In the candlelight, his lilac eye has darkened to the color of a fresh bruise. It glitters like frost. “Why, nothing from you, Master Diluc.” 

Diluc frowns.

Kaeya turns to you. “From the bride, however—a dance?”

He holds out a hand, his long fingers unfurling like petals. He bows too, ever-dramatic; a smile flutters to life on your lips.  

“Of course, Sir Kaeya,” you say, placing your hand in his. He curls his fingers around yours delicately and Diluc thinks of trailing ivy, how it swallows everything it touches. 

He watches Kaeya lead you through the crowd, artfully spinning you through it, a thread through the needle’s eye. There aren’t many people dancing, but the musicians strike up a tune for the two of you. You murmur something to Kaeya; the man’s smile grows sharp, a fishhook grin. He whirls you away, your skirt flaring like a blossom. The two of you move like silk, rippling and flowing together. You laugh as Kaeya bends you back over his arm. 

Diluc looks away. 

—

It’s late by the time the reception begins to wind down, the silver moon a lonely mirror hanging high in the velvet sky. Diluc watches from the courtyard as people begin to drift home, laughing their way along the road to Springvale and the city, their joy spiraling to the sky like smoke.

You’re laughing too. He watches as you bid goodbye to a couple in Liyuen clothing, bowing slightly to them as they start down the path. The next group to leave is a group of merry-makers, their cheeks flushed with alcohol and their voices booming. He loses sight of you among them and takes a single step forward before he catches himself. 

“I hadn’t thought of you as a worrywart,” Lisa says as she sweeps up beside him. He wrinkles his nose as the scent of the roses she’s wearing woven into her hair reaches him; they’re cloying, the aroma heavy in the air. 

“I’m not.” 

She laughs. “If you say so.” 

He stares out into the vineyard again. The group has moved on, a few laughs coming from them as one of Diluc’s workers corrals them away from the vines and back onto the path. You have apparently had enough, as you’re coming back up to the winery, tugging at your dress to keep the hem off the ground.

(“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Kaeya said as he eyed the path up the mountain. It had churned into a thick, oozing mud with the rain that trapped the three of you inside yesterday. “If we get dirty—”

“It’s just clothing,” you said, already hopping over the worst of the mud.

Diluc hesitated. His father would scold them if they got too dirty. But you glanced back at him, a challenge burning in your gaze, and he scrambled after you.)

“Hi,” you say, a little bit breathless. “Is that everyone?”

“There’s a few more stragglers inside, darling,” Lisa says.

“Including you?” you ask, but you’re smiling.

Lisa’s lips quirk. “Including me. Jean’s helping clean up.”

Diluc frowns. “She doesn’t need to do that—”

“Oh, I know,” Lisa says. “But you know how she gets. I’ll convince her in a few minutes. I just wanted to see Master Diluc carry his bride over the threshold.” 

Diluc starts. He glances at Lisa and for the first time, he notices the tipsy flush in her cheeks, the way her bright green eyes are hazy, a morning mist over a lush valley. Her smile is a little bit wicked. 

“We hadn’t intended to—”

“Oh?” she says. “But it’s tradition, Master Diluc.” 

“We’ve hardly been traditional,” you say wryly. “Stop trying to get a rise out of him, Lisa.” 

The mage pouts. “You’re no fun.”

You smile serenely. “So you say.” 

“I suppose I’ll go get Jean,” she says, “before she starts washing dishes.”

She sweeps off without another word. The scent of roses lingers behind her, sweetening the air. You sigh. “Sorry,” you tell Diluc.

“Is that something you would want?” he blurts out. 

You blink. Light from inside slants golden through the windows; it highlights your eyes, makes them gleam. “Pardon me?”

“Being carried over the threshold,” he says. There’s warmth rising in his cheeks and he can only hope that his blush isn’t as crimson as his hair. “I can do that. If you want it.” 

A smile unfurls on your lips. “It’s fine,” you say. “But it was kind of you to offer.” 

Diluc nods, tugging at the cuff of his glove. 

You tilt your head, that same little smile on your lips, but you don’t say anything. Diluc glances away, taking in the way the crystalflies are fluttering through the vines, glowing softly. They’re flecked through the darkness like stars. When he glances back, you’ve gathered your dress and are making your way towards the doors to the winery. He flexes his hand and casts his gaze back to the vineyard.

“Diluc,” you call. “Are you coming?”

He glances at you. You’re haloed by the light of the winery’s open door; it limns you with gold. Your face is hidden in a broad stroke of shadow, but Diluc thinks he sees the starlight gleam of your smile before you turn to step into the winery. 

Diluc does the only thing he can.

He follows.

[astralnymphh]

⋆.ೃ;aestra's footnotes V. 🦢

ellie laying on your lap hcs ♡

(pic kinda relates to the hcs if u ignore the blood 🥴)

content; fluff, specific scenario, tlou universe, joels alive

an; giving you guys all my pure, fluff thoughts before dumping my gloomy ass angst within a week 🤣

𖤐. spots you taking a break during patrol, slumping down the base of a rigid trunk, and immediately scrambles over with tired knees. plop goes the side of her head on your cushioned thighs. she don't ask. don't ask why. let her bee 🐝

☠︎︎. lovesss the girls with big thighs, and small thighs. either way, they replicate two fluffy pillows, and that's all she needs. also loves running her fingertips between the bottom crevice lining your thigh-and-the ground. her love language is touch. 100%

𖤐. will inevitably begin to squeeze and prod the fat of your inner thigh with needy fingers, murmuring "hmmpp, so soft.." in that husky tune, cause she. is. in. heaaavenn.

☠︎︎. godddd, can't you just envision her pursed smile when your fingers begin to twine with her timber auburn strands, in reaction nuzzling her nose closer to your leg and poking you. a few gusts of chopped air hitting your thighs when she chuckles. "yuhhpp, keep doin' th-t.." rasped ellie, muzzled in the warmth of your thigh.

𖤐. your bored eyes catch sight of the dandelion cluster birthed from the stumps surrounding grass. hmm, are you thinking what I'm thinking? yeah. you start plucking the flora and threading it through her locks. ellie's tired ass doesn't notice the strange ruffling in her scalp at first 'till a blotch of lemon yellow clouds her peripherals.

"what the h-" her eyes screw over to you, head rotating.

you pivot her back with a firm, but loving, grip, "stay still."

"are you for real putting-"

"yes."

"tchh-" she hisses out into the air, "it's just gonna fall out.."

"but it's worth it."

"mhmm.. but you'd look way better, l'mme do it-"

☠︎︎. sometimes, instead, she'll laze between your tempered legs and slants her head on your thigh. it's cozier this way. oh my god and the way her lashes would graze your skin lightly.. goofbye..

𖤐. falls asleep sometimes and snores on you. probably drools cuz I said so. anyways, you flick her on the head to wake her up like "els, u're drooling again." and she just pretends like it never happened. "wha- whaattt.. nope, i did not. dunno' what u're talking bout babe."

☠︎︎. other times, she'll lounge the back of her head there, staring up at you and the ether that crowns your head high above. ellie rejoices in the seraphic depicture that is your face. so, god, whenever she gets a long glimpse of you, her worries wash away, and forgets the troubles lacerating at her composure. it feels like fireflies dancing on her freckles, midface heating up whenever she's with you in this position. heaven in her world.

𖤐. hair always gets rustled up when she lifts her weight off, and no, she doesn't bother to fix it. treading around the patrol route, looking like she got jumped by five infected.

☠︎︎. one time, you guys succumbed to slumber on joel's sofa with ellie, her head on your lap per usual. bro strolled in and caught you two like this, snapping a photo with his clunky ass vintage camera and then would show it to ellie the next morning, whispering, "pshh, bunch'a sleepyheads."

(gif from elliedisorder)

MASTERLIST

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Accept

@jegulus-microfic July 15, Word count 423

Because I can't help myself this is part 2 carrying on from Prompt 14 - Rejection. It's probaly only going to be three parts. Probably.

First part

It wasn’t until Regulus stood beside his cauldron in Potions that his brain caught up with his actions. Had he really just agreed to go on a date with James Potter? He was so distracted by this thought that he almost forgot to add the dandelion roots. His potion would have been useless by the end of the hour if he’d forgotten them. 

“Are you feeling quite well, Regulus my boy?” Professor Slughorn asked him once the lesson was over, and if old Sluggers had noticed he wasn’t himself, then the others would have as well.

“So,” Barty crowed at him once they were free of the potion's classroom. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“Leave him be, Barty,” Evan said as he pulled Barty’s arm away from Regulus’s shoulder. “He’s probably just thinking about all the ways he could kill you and get away with it,” Evan joked. Barty stopped dead in the middle of the corridor. 

“I resent that. I would never let Regulus dispose of me that easily.” Barty scoffed, ruffling Regulus’s hair. His hand hadn’t even left Regulus’s curls before a wand was pressed into his throat. Barty put both hands up in surrender. 

“I mean, he has warned you multiple times not to do that,” Evan raised his brow pointedly and gently pointed Regulus’s wand away from Barty. “Let’s just go get some dinner and relax, yeah?” Regulus pocketed his wand and led them up to the great hall. 

Dinner wasn’t nearly as calm as he thought it would be. His brother and co were sitting further down the Gryffindor table than usual, and he could hear everything Sirius was saying. 

“Why do we have to sit down here, James?” Sirius complained loudly. 

“Just fancied a change,” James said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Is it because of Evans earlier? Prongs you just have to accept she’s not into you,” Sirius proclaimed as he speared a carrot with his fork. 

“I have,” James told him, as he took a swig of his pumpkin juice. 

“Wait, what?! Since when? Merlin’s beard, Prongs, is there someone else?!” Sirius said far too excitedly. His head spinning around the room as if there would be a sign. His eyes flickered over Regulus but didn’t linger. Typical Sirius wouldn’t ever consider him, although he wasn’t sure that James had told anyone he liked boys. Perhaps he hadn’t known. Just then, James looked up and their eyes met. A soft smile crept onto Regulus’s face without his permission, James’s returned beam made his heart soar.

Next part

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 All Wrapped Up

All Wrapped Up: When your date with Morpheus is cut short, you are left with his coat and your own thoughts… and a bleeding finger from where said coat bit you. You find out that Morpheus’ coat is very much alive as the rest of the realm.

Warnings: Morpheus’ Coat Fucks You (this is your only warning on how nasty this is), Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: AFAB!Reader x Morpheus’ Coat

Word Count: ~6.4k

You stroll through the shifting landscapes of the Dreaming, your boyfriend Morpheus by your side. The sky above you morphs from a star-studded abyss to a canvas of swirling pastels, the colors melting into each other like ice cream on a hot day. A soft breeze carries the scent of blooming nightshade and distant rain. Yet another perfect night to spend with your handsome and beautiful boyfriend.

"You know," you say, glancing at him, "this place could use more flowers."

Morpheus' lips twitch into a barely-there smile. "Flowers? Are there not flowers throughout my realm? What more do you wish for?"

"Gilbert is currently hoarding all the best ones" you huff out in half complaint. "I'm talking about everywhere else in the realm. The places that don't have his super awesomeness."

"And what do you propose I should add?" Morpheus asks, tilting his head to the side.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe some unique roses? Lilacs? Orchids even," you gesture vaguely, enjoying the way his eyes—currently a serene blue—catch the light. They glimmer so prettily with stars. "Fun and unique flowers that you would never see together. Tulips, birds of paradise, hydrangea…"

"Fun and unique flowers, you say?" Morpheus muses, his voice like a gentle hum in the background of a dream. He lifts a hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the ground around you begins to shift. Suddenly, the once bare earth is alive with a riot of colors. Roses in every hue imaginable bloom alongside lilacs, their delicate petals brushing against the striking shapes of orchids.

The air thickens with their fragrance, a heady blend that fills your senses and makes you feel dizzy with delight. You laugh, spinning around to take it all in. "See? This is what I'm talking about."

"Indeed," Morpheus replies, a trace of amusement in his voice. "Anything else you desire?"

Before you can respond, a loud caw breaks through the tranquility. You glance up to see Matthew the Raven circling overhead. "You two look like you're picking out wedding flowers," he comments, swooping down to land on Morpheus' shoulder.

"Do you have something to add, Matthew?" Morpheus asks, one eyebrow arched.

"Just that maybe you should throw in some dandelions," Matthew says, ruffling his feathers. "You know, for variety."

You chuckle, reaching out to scratch Matthew's head. "Dandelions? Really?"

"Hey, don't knock 'em till you've tried 'em," Matthew quips.

Morpheus waves his hand again and suddenly dandelions sprout amidst the more exotic blooms. Their cheerful yellow heads bob in the soft breeze, adding an unexpected touch of whimsy to the scene.

"I have to admit," you say, bending down to pluck one from the ground. "It does add something special."

The Dreaming reacts to every movement and word from Morpheus. The sky darkens slightly as if acknowledging his focus on this moment with you. The colors become more vivid, each petal and leaf shimmering as though made of dreams themselves.

You catch a hint of ozone in the air—like just before a thunderstorm—and it makes your skin tingle with anticipation. It's as if every sense is heightened here: the sound of distant waves crashing against unseen shores; the feeling of soft grass beneath your feet; the sight of flowers blooming in impossible combinations.

Morpheus watches you with those enigmatic eyes that seem to hold entire galaxies within them. "Anything else?" he asks softly.

"Hmm," you ponder aloud. "How about some bioluminescent fungi? Something that glows when it gets dark. Can't go wrong with a good mushroom."

Matthew caws approvingly. "Now that's an idea! Glowing mushrooms could make this place even more magical."

With another wave of Morpheus' hand, glowing fungi begin to appear among the flowers. They emit a soft light that bathes everything in an ethereal glow as twilight descends over the realm.

Morpheus pulls you closer, your body fitting perfectly against his chest. The feeling is almost overwhelming—his coat is soft and warm, like the comforting embrace of a dream you never want to wake from. You really didn't. His fingers trail down your back, sending pleasurable sensations up your spine.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" His voice is a low murmur in your ear, each word vibrating through you like the distant rumble of thunder.

You nod, drawing your fingers down the lapel of his coat. The fabric feels like velvet under your touch, and the galaxy within it seems to pulse with light and energy. There is even a humming vibration beneath your fingertips that almost echo the coats appreciation of your touch.

"Morpheus," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

Matthew flaps his wings in agitation from his perch on Morpheus' shoulder. "Come on, guys. Do we have to do this right here?"

Ignoring Matthew's protest, you let your fingers wander further down Morpheus' coat. Each touch ignites a spark of passion that crackles between you both. His grip on you tightens slightly, as if he can't bear to let you go.

"If he does not wish to witness me kissing my beloved," Morpheus says, his eyes darkening with intensity as they lock onto yours, "Matthew is welcome to leave."

The raven lets out an indignant squawk but takes flight, disappearing into the shifting sky of the Dreaming.

He lowers his head slowly, giving you just enough time to close your eyes before his lips meet yours. The kiss is gentle at first, a mere brush of lips that sends a rush of warmth through you. But then it deepens, becoming more insistent as he pours all his longing and desire into that single point of contact.

The sounds around you seem to amplify—the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant roll of thunder, even the faint hum of bioluminescent fungi glowing softly in the growing twilight. It's as if every element in the Dreaming is attuned to this moment, enhancing every sensation.

Your hand slides up into his hair, feeling its softness between your fingers. You press yourself closer against him until there's no space left between you. His arms wrap around you tighter still as if he could pull you into himself completely.

As you lose yourself in the kiss, your hand continues its journey down Morpheus' coat, the fabric smooth and cool against your fingertips. You can feel the coat almost react to your touch, a subtle vibration that seems to echo Morpheus' own desires.

Your fingers brush against the edge of one of his coat pockets, and without thinking, you slip your hand inside. The interior is surprisingly warm, a stark contrast to the outer fabric. But then, something sharp bites into your finger. You pull back abruptly, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

Morpheus' eyes snap open, darkening from their serene blue to a concerned silver. "What is wrong?" His voice is soft but filled with an urgency that sends a shiver down your spine.

You blink in confusion, glancing down at your finger. A drop of blood wells up from a tiny puncture wound, bright red against your pale skin. "I... I think something bit me," you stammer.

Morpheus frowns deeply. He takes your hand gently in his own, lifting it to inspect the wound. His eyes narrow slightly as he studies the small drop of blood. Without warning, he brings your finger up to his lips and slides it into his mouth.

The sensation is electric. His lips are warm and soft against your skin, his tongue soothing as it laps at the wound. You shiver as Morpheus' tongue glides over your finger, each lap sending a tingling sensation straight to your core. The warmth of his lips contrasts sharply with the cool evening air, creating an intoxicating mix of sensations that makes it hard to focus. His eyes, now a deep, mesmerizing silver, lock onto yours, and you feel the world around you blur into insignificance.

The faint taste of iron lingers as he continues to lick the small wound, his movements slow and deliberate. It's almost as if he's savoring every drop of your blood. You can hear the soft sound of his tongue against your skin, a rhythmic, almost hypnotic noise that seems to echo in the stillness of the Dreaming.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally releases your finger. The wound is gone, not even a scar remaining. You flex your hand experimentally, marveling at the seamless healing.

"That was... weird," you murmur, pulling your hand back.

Morpheus' lips curve into a slight smile. "My apologies if it caused you discomfort."

You shake your head, brushing it off. "No, it's fine. Just unexpected."

He straightens, his expression shifting from concern to something more reserved. "I must return to my duties," he says softly.

Your heart sinks at his words. The thought of him leaving, even for a short while, fills you with a sense of loss. "Already?" you pout, unable to hide your disappointment.

Morpheus chuckles, a sound like distant thunder rolling through the night sky. He reaches up and slips off his coat, the fabric whispering against itself as it moves. The galaxy within it seems to pulse with life as he drapes it around your shoulders.

The coat envelops you in warmth and comfort; it’s like being wrapped in the night sky itself. Well, you are wrapped up in a galaxy.

"Wear this," Morpheus murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "So I will be with you until I physically return."

You snuggle into the coat's embrace, feeling its gentle hum against your skin—a soft vibration that echoes Morpheus' own being. The fabric is impossibly soft, caressing your body like he truly is wrapped around you.

He cups your cheek with one hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I will not be long," he promises.

You watch as Morpheus disappears into the ever-shifting landscape of the Dreaming, his silhouette blending seamlessly with the twilight. The weight of his coat around your shoulders is comforting, like an embrace that lingers long after the person has left. With a deep breath, you turn and begin to make your way back to the palace.

The path ahead winds through a forest of bioluminescent trees. Their leaves emit a soft, otherworldly glow that illuminates your way. The air is filled with the faint rustling of leaves and the occasional distant call of nocturnal creatures. As you walk, the sound of your footsteps mingles with these ambient noises, creating a symphony that feels uniquely alive.

The palace looms ahead, its grand spires reaching up to touch the star-studded sky. The entrance is guarded by three majestic creatures—a Gryphon, a Wyvern, and a Hippogryph—each one regal and imposing in its own right. They nod at you as you pass through the gates, acknowledging your presence with silent respect.

Inside, the palace is a labyrinth of corridors and rooms, each one more fascinating than the last. You wander aimlessly, letting your feet guide you. The walls are adorned with intricate tapestries that seem to move and change as you look at them, depicting scenes from countless dreams and nightmares. It was hard to be bored in the dreaming, but you really just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend!

You make your way through the winding corridors of the palace, each step echoing softly against the marble floors. The air is cool, almost refreshing, carrying with it the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine. The palace itself seems to breathe around you, walls shifting subtly as if alive.

Finally, you arrive at Morpheus' private chamber. The door creaks open with a whisper, revealing a room that feels both infinite and intimate. Soft starlight filters in from the high windows, casting gentle shadows across the floor.

Stars float lazily in the air, tiny orbs of light that shimmer and pulse as if they hold entire galaxies within them. You reach out to touch one, and it flutters away like a shy firefly before coming back to hover just above your fingertips. Its light is warm against your skin, sending tingles up your arm.

You wander around the room, brushing your fingers against the floating stars. Each one responds to your touch with a soft hum, a melody that seems to vibrate through your very being. It's like touching pieces of Morpheus himself—fragments of his essence scattered throughout his sanctuary.

As you explore, your gaze drifts down to the coat pocket where something had bitten you earlier. The memory of that sharp pinch makes you pause. Curiosity gnaws at you as you slip your hand back into the pocket cautiously this time, but all you feel is the warm, velvety lining.

"At least I have you to cuddle with," you murmur to yourself, a small smile playing on your lips. "Morpheus' coat is better than no Morpheus at all."

A warmth spreads through your body and you snuggle your face into the neckline of the material, enjoying the way the galaxy feels against your skin. You make your way over to Morpheus' bed and climb onto it, sighing as your hands and knees sink into the cloud like mattress.

The scent of Morpheus lingers on the sheets—a mix of stardust and midnight air that fills your senses and makes you feel even closer to him. You curl up in his coat, pulling it tightly around yourself as you nestle into the soft bedding. A nap would do nicely until Morpheus returns.

You wake with a start, the sensation of fabric skimming across your skin pulling you from the depths of sleep. Your eyes flutter open, and you find yourself staring up at the shifting, pulsating galaxy that adorns Morpheus' coat. It's draped over you like a protective cocoon, its warmth seeping into your very bones. But something is different this time.

The coat is moving, its fabric undulating with a life of its own. You gasp as it begins to slip beneath your clothing, the smooth, velvety material gliding effortlessly over your skin. The sensation is both startling and arousing, each touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you.

Your shirt is the first to go, the coat's sleeves tugging at the hem until it's lifted over your head and discarded. You try to sit up, to grasp at the fabric and halt its progress, but it's as if the coat anticipates your every move. It wraps around your arms, pinning them to your sides with a gentle but unyielding pressure.

"Hey!" you protest, a mixture of amusement and alarm in your voice. "What do you think you're doing?"

The coat doesn't answer, of course. Instead, it continues its slow, sensual exploration of your body. You can feel it tracing the contours of your chest, the touch as intimate as a lover's caress. The fabric seems to have grown impossibly softer, its movements deliberate and teasing.

Your breath hitches as it trails lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. The sensation is maddeningly erotic, a blend of ticklish delight and mounting desire. You squirm, trying to escape the coat's insistent advance, but it only tightens its grip on your legs, preventing any chance of retreat.

"First you bite me, and now you want me naked?" you murmur, the words coming out in a breathless whisper. The coat, of course, offers no response, save for the continued slide of fabric against your skin. "I don't think so!"

You thrash against the coat's hold, your heart pounding as the fabric tightens around you, holding you fast. It's an odd sensation, the feeling of being trapped yet cared for, dominated yet cherished. Despite your initial protests, there's a part of you that's intrigued, a small voice whispering that you should surrender to the coat's desires.

With surprising gentleness, the coat lifts you off the bed, suspending you in midair. You're aware of the cool air against your skin, the vulnerability of being so exposed. The coat's grip on you shifts, and you feel it deftly unhooking your bra. The fabric slides away, leaving your chest bare to the night air and the coat's lingering touch.

Your breath catches as you feel the coat's fabric against your nipples. It's a strange, intoxicating sensation that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. The coat caresses your breasts with an almost reverent touch, the fabric stroking and fondling with a lover's skill. You can't help the soft moan that escapes your lips, the sound echoing through the silent room.

The coat's attentions shift lower, and you feel it tugging at your pants. You're powerless to resist as the fabric peels away, leaving you clad in nothing but your underwear. The cool air teases your newly bared skin, and you can feel your arousal growing with each passing second.

As the coat continues to caress your breasts, you can't help but think that it's savoring this moment, relishing the feel of your soft, yielding flesh beneath its touch. The fabric moves with purpose, each stroke and caress sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

Then, without warning, the coat vibrates against your skin, a subtle but unmistakable affirmation. It's almost as if it's communicating with you, confirming your suspicion that it wants—needs—this connection just as much as you do.

The vibrations are maddening, a constant, thrumming reminder of the coat's desire. You can feel it resonate deep within you, stoking the flames of your arousal even higher. The sound of your own breathing fills the room—harsh, ragged gasps that mirror the intensity of the sensations coursing through you.

Your body responds to the coat's ministrations with an urgency that's both startling and undeniable. You can feel yourself growing wetter, your underwear clinging to your damp skin. The coat's fabric teases your sensitive nipples, each brush sending jolts of pleasure straight to your cunt.

You're lost in a sea of sensation, your body moving instinctively to meet the coat's touch. The fabric strokes and fondles your breasts, the movements deliberate and maddeningly skillful. You can feel your arousal building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep you away.

The coat's vibrations grow stronger, more insistent, as if it can sense how close you are to the edge. The sensation is overwhelming, a constant thrum of pleasure that leaves you gasping for breath. You're aware of the wetness between your legs, the slick, aching need that demands fulfillment.

And then, just when you think you can't take any more, the coat's touch becomes impossibly gentle, a soft caress that brings you back from the brink. You're left hovering on the edge of climax, your body trembling with need as the coat holds you suspended in midair, caught between ecstasy and anticipation.

"Oh come on," you whine, tugging on the fabric holding your wrists. "Don't tell me you're gonna tease me too! Morpheus is already a bastard when it comes to teasing, I don't need both of you being mean to me!"

In response to your plea, the coat seems to hesitate for a moment, as if considering your words. Then, with a newfound determination, it resumes its careful exploration of your body. You feel the fabric gliding over your hips, dipping into the crease where your thighs meet your body, and then it's slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. The sensation of the fabric against your most intimate area is surprisingly erotic, and you can't help but moan as it begins to move with purpose.

The coat tugs gently at your underwear, peeling it away from your damp skin. You feel a rush of cool air against your wetness, a stark contrast to the warmth of the coat's embrace. The fabric slides down your legs, leaving you completely naked and exposed in the coat's grasp.

You're lifted higher, your body suspended in midair as the coat positions you for its next tantalizing move. The sensation of weightlessness adds to the surrealism of the moment, amplifying the erotic sensations that course through you.

Then, without warning, the coat begins to rub between your legs, the fabric soft and insistent against your sensitive flesh. You gasp as it finds your clit, the rhythmic motion sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. The vibrations grow stronger, the coat's purring growing louder as it busies itself with your wetness.

The sound of your arousal fills the room, a slick, wet noise that mingles with the coat's purring. You can hear the soft rustle of fabric as it moves against your skin, the subtle whisper of the galaxy that forms the coat's lining. It's a symphony of sensations, a cacophony of sound that threatens to overwhelm your senses.

The coat's movements grow more insistent, the fabric rubbing against your clit with a maddening rhythm that leaves you gasping for breath. You can feel the orgasm building within you, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep you away.

Your body responds instinctively to the coat's touch, your hips moving in time with its rhythmic motions. The sensation of the fabric against your most sensitive area is exquisite, a blend of friction and warmth that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through you.

The coat's purring grows even louder, a constant thrum of pleasure that resonates deep within your core. You can feel your arousal growing with each passing second, your body tensing as the orgasm draws nearer.

And then, just when you think you can't take any more, the coat's touch changes. The fabric between your legs begins to pulse, the rhythm matching the beating of your heart. It's as if the coat knows exactly what you need, exactly how to push you over the edge.

The sensory overload is too much to bear. Your body tenses, and then you're falling, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of overwhelming pleasure. Your cries echo through the room, a testament to the ecstasy that courses through your veins.

As the waves of your climax wash over you, your body convulses with the intensity of the sensations. Your legs are thrashing, feet twisting in the air as they seek purchase on something—anything—to ground you in this moment of pure ecstasy. Your arms pull against the coat's embrace, the fabric tightening around your wrists in response to your struggles, holding you fast as it continues to lavish attention upon your trembling form.

The coat, sentient and eager, is greedily drinking up your release, its fabric writhing and pulsing against your most intimate areas. Each spasm of your cunt sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, and the coat seems to absorb every tremor, its vibrations harmonizing with the rhythm of your orgasm.

You're acutely aware of the erotic sensory details—the wet, slick sound of the coat moving against your drenched folds, the way your breath hitches with each wave of pleasure that crashes over you, the feeling of the cool air against your heated skin. The coat's fabric is like a thousand tiny fingers, each one caressing and teasing and coaxing you towards greater heights of pleasure.

The erotic sounds that fill the room are almost as stimulating as the physical sensations. The wet squelch of the coat's ministrations, the ragged panting of your breaths, the soft whimpers and moans that escape your lips—all of it combines to create a symphony of desire that resonates with the pulsing of your blood.

"Oh god," you strain out, your body falling slack. That was an incredibly explosive orgasm. All from the coat. The coat, however, seems far from finished.

Its fabric begins to move again, slithering down your stomach in a series of slow, deliberate waves. You can't help but squirm as it traces teasing patterns on your skin, each touch sending little shivers of sensation coursing through you. The coat purrs in response.

You can feel it trailing along the insides of your legs, a soft, ticklish touch that leaves you gasping for breath once more. The coat's purring grows louder, a constant thrum of pleasure that seems to echo your own rapidly beating heart. Always thirsty it seems.

As your breathing begins to steady, the coat's fabric continues its unhurried exploration of your body. It caresses your thighs, your stomach, the soft swell of your breasts. Each touch sends ripples of pleasure coursing through you, a reminder that the coat is far from done with you.

You feel the fabric shift, a subtle movement that draws your attention back to the apex of your thighs. The coat's touch is gentle yet insistent, its fabric teasing your sensitive folds with feather-light strokes. You can't help but moan, your body responding instinctively to the promise of more pleasure to come.

But then the fabric between your legs begins to change, to grow and harden into something entirely different. You gasp as you feel the unmistakable shape of a phallus emerging from the coat's inner lining, its size and girth enough to make you catch your breath.

"Wait," you protest, your voice barely above a whisper. "That place is for Morpheus."

The coat seems to hesitate for a moment, its fabric pulsing against your skin. And then, with a sense of inevitability, the phallus continues to grow, its length pressing against your entrance with an insistence that leaves you both exasperated and intrigued.

"You've got to be kidding me," you mutter, a flush creeping up your cheeks. "First you strip me, then you make me come, and now you want to fuck me? You're a coat, for crying out loud!"

In response, the coat vibrates, a low, rumbling purr that vibrates all the way through your cunt. It's almost as if it's chuckling at your incredulity, its fabric shifting against your skin with a maddeningly sensual rhythm.

The phallus nudges at your opening, the blunt tip slick with your own arousal. You can feel it teasing you, pressing just slightly into your warmth before withdrawing once more. The sensation is both startling and arousing, a tantalizing promise of what's to come.

You're aware of the erotic sounds that fill the room—the wet, slick noise of the coat's phallus moving against your drenched folds, the soft, needy whimpers that escape your lips with each teasing stroke. You hate how delicious the sounds are. The coat purrs in response, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure to the sensory overload.

The phallus nudges at your entrance once more, and this time, it doesn't withdraw. You feel yourself stretching to accommodate its girth, your body yielding to the coat's insistent advance. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and a slight sting that leaves you gasping for breath.

"Oh," you gasp out, your hips twitching and your pelvis muscles twitching from the stretch.

As the coat's phallus begins its slow, inexorable push into your body, you can't help but gasp at the sensation. It's thick and warm, a solid presence that fills you in a way you've never experienced before. Almost tentacle like, worming around against your clenching walls. The fabric of the coat's inner lining is soft against your sensitive skin, a stark contrast to the firmness of the phallus that's currently buried inside you.

You arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips as the phallus continues its exploration. It seems to be searching for something, its movements deliberate and unhurried. Each slight shift sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, the sensation both startling and intensely arousing.

The erotic sounds of your coupling fills the room once more—the wet, slick noise of the coat's phallus moving inside you, the soft, needy whimpers that escape your lips with each thrust. You can feel the coat purring in response to your sounds of pleasure, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation to the mix.

You're acutely aware of the erotic sensory details—the feeling of the coat's fabric against your skin, the warmth of its body as it holds you close, the scent of your arousal mingling with the musty aroma of the coat's inner lining. It's an intoxicating blend that only serves to heighten your pleasure.

The phallus inside you seems to be growing larger, its girth stretching you in the most delicious way. You can feel it pressing against your vaginal walls, each movement sending ripples of pleasure radiating through your body. The sensation is overwhelming, a constant thrum of pleasure that leaves you gasping for breath.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the rush of blood a rhythmic counterpoint to the thrum of the coat's purring. Each pulse of your heart sends a fresh surge of arousal coursing through your veins, making your skin flush and your breath come in short, sharp gasps. You're so attuned to the sensations that every twitch and shudder reverberates through you, a testament to the coat's mastery over your body.

And then, just when you think you can't possibly get any more aroused, the coat's phallus reaches a depth within you that makes your breath catch in your throat. You feel it probing against your cervix, a gentle nudge that sends a jolt of sensation straight to your core. Your eyes widen, and a startled gasp escapes your lips. "N-no," you stammer, your voice tremulous with a mix of desire and trepidation. "No. That place is for babies, not...not this."

In response, the coat's phallus vibrates, a low, rumbling sensation that reverberates deep within your belly. It's an acknowledgment, a silent affirmation of your boundaries, and the phallus withdraws slightly, avoiding the no-go zone with newfound respect. The change in sensation makes you gasp, and your hips jerk in response, the movement involuntary and desperate.

The vibrations increase in intensity, the coat's phallus humming with a steady rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. You can feel your body clenching around the thick intrusion, your muscles fluttering in time with the coat's purring. Your toes curl, and a series of soft, needy whimpers escape your lips, the erotic sounds mingling with the wet squelch of the coat's ministrations.

As the coat's phallus begins to move within you, your body responds with a rush of moisture, welcoming the thick intrusion with a slick warmth that makes each thrust an exercise in erotic sensation. The fabric inside you is velvety soft, yet unyielding, each stroke a delicious friction that stokes the fires of your arousal. The coat's movements are deliberate and measured, a slow, steady fucking that leaves you gasping for breath as it claims your body as its own.

The slithering galaxy that lines the coat's interior wraps gently around your throat, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. It tightens slowly, a sexual choking that sends a thrill of fear and arousal coursing through you. Your eyes widen, and a gasp is torn from your lips as the fabric restricts your airway just enough to heighten your senses without causing harm. The loss of control, the helplessness of your position, only serves to intensify the pleasure that's building within you.

Your body clenches around the coat's phallus, your inner walls fluttering in time with the rhythmic tightening of the fabric around your throat. The dual sensations are overwhelming, a blend of pleasure and pain that leaves you writhing in the coat's embrace. You can feel your orgasm building, a slow, inexorable tide that threatens to sweep you away.

The room fills with dizzying and erotic sounds—the wet, slick noise of the coat's phallus moving inside you, the soft, needy whimpers that escape your lips with each thrust, the subtle rasp of fabric against your throat as you struggle to breathe. The coat's purring grows louder, a constant thrum of pleasure that seems to echo your own rapidly beating heart.

You're acutely aware of the sensory details—the feeling of the coat's fabric against your skin, the warmth of its body as it holds you aloft, the scent of your arousal mingling with the musky aroma of the coat's inner lining. It's an intoxicating blend that only serves to heighten your pleasure.

The phallus inside you seems to grow even larger, its girth stretching you to your limits as it plunges into your depths. You can feel it pressing against your g-spot, each movement sending jolts of sensation straight to your core. Your toes curl, and a series of soft, needy whimpers escape your lips, the erotic sounds mingling with the wet squelch of the coat's ministrations.

As the coat continues to fuck you, the fabric around your throat pulses in time with the thrusts, a rhythmic pressure that sends you spiraling towards the edge of ecstasy. Your vision begins to blur, stars dancing at the edges of your sight as the combination of sensory overload and restricted airflow push you closer to the brink.

Your body tenses, and then you're falling, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of overwhelming pleasure. Your cries echo through the room, a testament to the ecstasy that courses through your veins. The coat's phallus pulses within you, drawing out your climax until you're left a quivering, gasping mess in its grasp.

As the waves of your orgasm begin to recede, the coat gently releases its hold on your throat, allowing you to draw in a deep, shuddering breath. The phallus inside you softens, retreating back into the fabric of the coat's inner lining.

The aftershocks of your orgasm softly ripple through you and the coat's fabric shifts, its touch changing from demanding to soothing in an instant. You feel its fabric stroking your body, a gentle caress that traces the contours of your skin with a lover's precision. The sensation is both comforting and arousing, a reminder of the pleasure it's capable of bestowing upon you. So much better than it biting you.

"Can we cuddle now?" you mumble, your voice soft and sated. The coat seems to understand, its fabric tightening around you in a warm, comforting embrace. It lowers your body back to the bed as if you were the most precious thing in the realm.

You snuggle against the coat, your fingers gripping the lapels while your body still trembles from the intensity of your release. The scent of your arousal is heavy in the air, a musky aroma that mingles with the musty scent of the coat's inner lining. You can feel your juices leaking from your body, a slow, sticky trickle that slides down your inner thighs. Another mess you were going to have to clean up.

The coat, ever eager, seems unabashed by your wetness. Its fabric shifts between your legs, the tip of its phallus emerging once more to lap at the moisture that pools at your entrance like an eager tongue. The sensation is startling, a cool, wet touch that sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

Your heart pounds against your ribcage like a caged bird desperate for freedom, each beat a staccato reminder of the pleasure that still courses through your veins. You're breathless, your chest heaving with each ragged inhalation as you try to regain some semblance of control over your body. But the coat, it seems, has other plans. Greedy for your pleasure.

"I can't," you protest weakly, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm exhausted."

The coat ignores your plea, its fabric shifting against your skin with a maddeningly sensual rhythm.

The tongue laps at your entrance, slurping up the remnants of your orgasm with an eagerness that borders on voracious. You can't help but squirm as it traces teasing patterns on your skin, each touch sending little shivers of sensation coursing through you. The sound of the coat's ministrations fills the room—a wet, squelching noise that's almost as arousing as the physical sensations.

"Please," you beg, your voice trembling with a mix of desire and trepidation. "It's too much."

But the coat is relentless, its tongue delving deeper into your folds with each passing moment. You feel yourself stretching once again to accommodate its girth, your body yielding to the coat's insistent advance. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and a slight sting that leaves you gasping for breath.

You roll and writhe on the bed, your body twisting and turning in a futile attempt to escape the overwhelming sensations. The coat's fabric tightens around you, holding you aloft as it continues its erotic assault. You're trapped, completely at the mercy of the sentient garment that seems intent on wringing every last ounce of pleasure from your exhausted body.

"Stop," you plead, your voice breaking on the word. "I can't take any more."

The coat, however, seems determined to prove you wrong. It knows you, knows your limits. Its tongue plunges into your depths, pressing against your g-spot with a precision that only serves to heighten your arousal. You can feel your body clenching around the thick intrusion, your muscles fluttering in time with the rhythmic thrusts.

Your fingers grasp at the sheets beneath you, clenching as your makes rake against the soft fabric. You can feel the coat purring in response to your sounds of pleasure and writhes of ecstasy, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation to the mix.

Your body tenses, and then you're falling, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of overwhelming pleasure. Your cries echo through the room, a testament to the ecstasy that courses through your veins. The coat's tongue pulses within you, drawing out your climax until you're left a quivering, gasping mess in its grasp.

As the waves of your orgasm begin to recede, the coat gently releases its hold on you. Exhausted and sated, you collapse onto the bed, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release. The sound of your ragged breathing fills the room, a stark contrast to the silence that follows.

And then, just as you're on the brink of unconsciousness, you feel the coat's fabric shift against your skin one last time. It wraps itself around you in a warm, comforting embrace, a silent promise of protection and care. You snuggle against the coat, your fingers clutching at the fabric as sleep claims you at last. About fucking time.

The last thing you hear before darkness takes you is the soft, rhythmic thrum of the coat's purring, a gentle lullaby that lulls you into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Date Published: 7/4/24

Last Edit: 7/4/24

[kokushibosbestie]

Lil Zeyn_Syre Crush Headcanons ♡

A/N: I literally thought of these at 3am but I was too tired to grab my laptop so here we are! BTW, this isn't anything fancy, these are just me being delusional and sharing it with my luvs. <3

WARNINGS: Slight cussing, mention of death, possible spoilers for Zeyn_Syre's OCS, fluff, crushing.

Christian Dean ☆

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPEEE

I swear, he will blatantly stare at you and doesn't care if you notice

And he'd definitely flirt a LOT

the teasing is REAL. Like, prepare to be teased ALL the time

If you're not okay with being touched, he'll keep his hands to himself but there is going to be a lot of touching otherwise

Hand kisses, putting his hand on your thigh/knee, arm around you/on waist, ruffling/playing with your hair 😩😩😩

And he does this even before y'all get together bc why not?

You and his sister HAVE to get along because now you're apart of his "I would will kill for you" list 😊

Dirty jokes 24/7

Pet names: Baby, babe, love, princess/prince, gorgeous, handsome, etc.

"Damn love, you're fucking sexy. Not sure if I can keep my hands off of you baby~" AHHHHHH

COMPLIMENTS COMPLIMENTS COMPLIMENTS 😳😳😳

Tbh tho, he is traumatized from his previous crush Destiny, who died, so he's gonna deny it for a while

So be gentle pls, he just wants to be loved without having to lose someone for once

SUPPPPPPERRRR PROTECTIVEEE

If another guy even LOOKS at you in a flirty way, he's going to death glare them until they leave typa protective

So imagine what would happen if someone touched you 💀

if you tell him that someone did something to you that hurt you emotionally or physically, even if it was 3 years ago; he's gonna find them and they're gonna go missing- 😀

And, no matter how tall you are or how much you weigh, he will still throw you over his back and carry you around like you don't weigh anything- 😘

Or hold you bridal style

He will listen to you rant for hours, just listening to you talk

little "mhm,"'s "yeah?"'s and "hm"'s while you're talking

and he will never, EVER cut you off while your ranting and will only speak when you're finished

AJSMDKWKCNWKQKDBCJFBWLFIQBCKRKQB-

You fell first, he fell harder ☆

Micah ▨

Fuc me emo boy fuc me emo boy

AHEM

SOFTIE AHHJHHFDKKDEKQKNAMW

Sorry-

He's so adorable

Turns BRIGHT RED if you even stand a foot away. 🤗

Headpat slut

Also enjoys listening to you talk

Will let you touch him, but doesn't really touch you

The most he'll do is hold your hand and pat your head

And an occasional hug here and there

But he's the jealous af kinda protective

Writes poems and songs about you but will never share them with you because he thinks you don't like him

Compliments here and there

He just calls you by your name or a preferred nickname, no pet names

You're the sun to his moon, no matter if you're an extrovert or introvert 😚

When you do stupid shit, he'll sigh loudly and ask you why your doing that 😭

ABSOLUTELY HAS A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST WITH OVER 400 SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU

Stay With Me, Dandelions, So This Is What Love Feels Like, etc.

He listens to that playlist with headphones on for hours in his room alone, just thinking about you

Boy is in loveeee 😌

Teaches you how to play the guitar

WILL NOT BE THE ONE WHO CONFESSES

but

if he does,

Its gonna be while you are talking gushing over your crush, which is him, but you don't tell him that part

"I'm sorry but I don't want to hear you gush over someone else like that! I want to be the one you're talking about! Why can't you see how much I like you what I'd do for you??"

He realizes what he said and apologized, before trying to leave you better not let him leave 😒

He fell first and harder ▨

Zeyn Dean ✿

Idk if her last name is Dean but I'm assuming so bc that's her brother's last name

She has a casual crush, but doesn't think too much about it unless you get close

Becomes a little quieter around you than normal 😀

LOVES HUGS

She loves going to the mall with you or teaching you how to play a sport

Study sessions if you go to school together

Will always remember every special date bc she's a good friend

SUPPPPPEERRRRRR EXTROVERTED AND LOVING 😘

Frequently makes jokes

Y'all be laughing at the worst dad jokes ever

MAKEOVERS AND SLEEPOVERS ALL THE TIME!!! 😍

Likes playing video games

Yk how little kids will do the most simple, easy thing to do and excitedly say "Mommy, daddy, look what I just did! Did you see that???"

Well that's her

If her brother approves of you, then she'll probably not confess. 😅

You're her best friend before you're anything else though

FRIENDSHIP FIRST 😎

Not the jealous type, she's a little too nice sometimes.

Singing Call Me Maybe, Rather Be, Stereo Hearts, and other upbeat songs all the time 😚

But she will get a little paranoid at times and calls you to make sure you're okay.

Pet names: Sweetheart, sunshine, and just a nickname

Holding hands: yes

Leaning on shoulder: Yes

Holding hands: YES

MY GIRL LOVES STARBURST AND TWIZLERS SO U BETTER GET HER SOME

anyways

She fell first, you fell harder and then she fell even HARDER. ✿

* * * These characters and art are NOT MINE, they Belong to Zeyn_Syre on Tiktok and YouTube. The writing is prompt and writing is mine, please do not claim, copy, or use it without my permission. Thank you! <3

[sorrowfulrosebud]

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱 (𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 𝔭𝔢𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔵𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔡𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔡𝔬𝔪/𝔰𝔲𝔟 𝔡𝔶𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔠 𝔟𝔶𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦, 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔡𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔶𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞, 𝔲𝔫𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔵, 𝔠𝔲𝔪 𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔢𝔱-𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 (𝔭𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔶, 𝔭𝔲𝔭), 𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔲𝔪𝔞, 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶, 𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔫-𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔩 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶, “𝔪𝔞𝔪𝔞“ 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨, 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔰𝔢𝔵, 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰, 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰

The thick mahogany door creaked open as you stirred Katsuki’s favourite spicy noodles in the pot. A low grunt echoed as Katsuki pulled off his heavy combat boots, almost tripping himself up as he stumbles into the living room.

He looked an absolute mess; hair ruffled with chunks of debris lurched precariously amongst the dandelion fluff; blood caked into the microfibres of his shirt and arms, his frown lines embedded deep into his face.

“Hi sweetheart. Bad day at work?” You murmured to him, slowing the bubbling of the noodles and gently approaching him. He had a tendency to slip into fight or flight mode after a particularly rough day at work; your face could melt into one of a villains in the span of an excited hug, often leading to cries of “no Suki, it’s me!”. You learned his triggers, and abided by them solemnly.

Your hands caressed his shoulders, taking in his dishevelled appearance. Fiery eyes blinked slowly into yours, thoughts still chugging away. This was also a nasty side effect of his job; sometimes it took him a while to process his feelings after a horrible day, leaving him nonverbal and heartbreakingly vulnerable.

He looked into your eyes desperately, mouth attempting to talk but only allowing gaspy breaths to leave. You smiled at him softly as you removed his eye mask.

“You don’t have to speak, my love. Let’s just eat and forget this entire day, alright? I washed the sheets with that laundry detergent you like, and we can continue reading that book we started. Does that sound okay to you?” You asked him. You found that it was still appreciated to include him in decision making, even in this current state.

Katsuki managed a small nod as you kissed him gently and escorted him to the table. A steaming bowl of ramen was placed lovingly in front of him, the waft of eye-watering spices tantalising his nose. He managed to pick up his chopsticks with trembling hands, before attempting to scoop up a bite.

The ramen plopped off the chopsticks tauntingly, splashing Katsuki in the cheek. He let out an annoyed grunt before attempting again, only to be met with the same reaction.

You lowered your chopsticks and looked at him with worry. Just what happened today to make him so upset?

“Suki? Are you alright?” You asked him gently. For some reason, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back as he released a singular sob. Then another. Then another. Until the poor man was trembling so harshly he nearly fell off his seat.

You rushed over to your husband, arms shielding him protectively as he bawled into your arms. Gentle arms rocked him soothingly, threading your fingers through his ash blonde locks.

“I know, my love, I know. Let it out, just get it out of your system. You’re safe here, nothing can go wrong. I’ve got you. You’re safe and warm in my arms,” you consoled him as his tears stained your shirt.

You didn’t bother with the “I understand what you’re going through” bullshit or convince him that you knew he did the best he could because that was not what he needed to hear. He just needed you to be his grounding anchor, someone to rest his weary body against and to relinquish his sorrows.

“That’s it, my love. Get those horrible memories out,” you murmured as Katsuki clung to you intensely. It took a good twenty minutes for his sobs to progress to hiccups and then to the occasional sniffle. He looked at you after he was done crying, as if he was actually looking at you for the first time in years.

“Welcome back, Suki. I missed you baby,” you kissed his nose and rested his forehead against yours as he slowed his breathing.

“‘M sorry you had to see that. I’m a fucking pro hero for fuck’s sake, I can’t be getting that emotional,” he muttered lowly.

Although he never intended to fall in love with you, it felt like fate. Your love was like emerging into a breath-taking grassy valley after spending years alone in a sewer. Your kindness and warmth is akin to the quirk that flows through his blood, crackling and soothing. You were like a goddess, cursed to fall in love with the foolish mortal who had in turn been incapsulated by your beauty. He needed you to breath, more than the oxygen pumping his unworthy lungs.

“Katsuki, you’re more than just a pro hero. You’re human too, a human blessed with a power that allows him to save people. You work in a job that is so, so dangerous and see things that would leave other people begging for death. You forget that you’re human too, so please don’t blame yourself for acting like one,” you lifted his teary cheeks up and kissed his forehead.

He could feel his eyes sting with unshed tears. You smiled at him and gently held his hand, massaging the tough callouses.

“I think you need to take some time off, sweetie. You’re struggling to eat, and I’m not having you collapse because your hands won’t stop trembling,” you said firmly, shushing any protest that came out of your husband’s mouth.

“Now. If you like, I can make you a sandwich if ramen isn’t working for you, and I’ll go run you a bath to clean up,” you told him, looking at him for approval.

“Something with meat in it, please,” he asked quietly.

“Of course baby.”

Katsuki’s bath went off without any major troubles; it wasn’t unusual for him to take his anger out in the comfort of the bath, where tears could roll down his face but could blame it on the scorching bath water. Well, before you turned down the water a few degrees to stop him from burning.

He ambled out smelling of his usual scented bath soak, hair freshly washed and stubble shaved. He looked better, and yet the bags under his eyes were yet to move. He found you lounging on the bed, reading a book by lampshade, and he swore his heart has never beat any faster. Just the simple domestic act of reading in bed, his bed, comfy in his stretched skull t-shirt and a pair of his boxers.

Your book was gently closed and set aside as you smiled at him.

“Hi baby, how was your bath?” You asked him, petting the bed beside you. Katsuki let out a tired hum.

“Was nice, thanks. Nice ‘n warm,” he mumbled, not quite looking you in the eye. You immediately caught on to this.

“Suki? Are you sure there’s nothing upsetting you? You can tell me anything, you know,” you offer worriedly. Katsuki sighed.

“It’s nothing, just… we had a call in today about a villain terrorising a local town. Smoke and debris everywhere, really fuckin’ awful. Kirishima and Dunce Face were there but.. we weren’t enough. A young woman about our age died in my arms, begging for me to find her daughter. And when we did find them…” Katsuki stopped himself when you rested your hand on his shoulder.

“I can’t help but think. What if there’s a day where I’m not there, and you’re hurt, or worse and I can’t save you? What if you get hurt so bad due to my incapability to save everyone, and I’m left alone?! I can’t fucking lose you, I don’t know what the fuck I would do without you!” He placed his head against your shoulder and allowed the tears to fall, the day finally catching up to him as he let out his anxieties.

“Oh my love, I’m not going anywhere. I trust you more than anything to keep me safe,” you murmured.

“P-please make it go away mama,” he whimpered, tearfully rolling his hips against your thigh. You were surprised and a little concerned.

“Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re upset and had a bad day-” you were cut off by a sob.

“D-did I do something wrong? Please, I don’t wanna think anymore mama, make it go away! I don’t like these thoughts, jus’ wanna be yours!” He whimpered as you stroked his side.

“Alright my love, settle down. As soon as you feel any discomfort, and I mean any at all, you’re safe-wording right away. Do you understand Suki?” You asked him, deadly serious. Katsuki nodded his head intensely, desperate to be your good boy.

“Alright then. Get mama her toys and prep yourself whilst I get ready.”

Katsuki lay nestled in amongst the satin bed sheets, gripping them as tightly as he physically could. The bed sheets grounded him slightly, the soft feeling between callused fingers stopping him from losing his mind as you teased your silicone cock against his ass cheeks.

You smiled lovingly at him before drawing small circles on his quivering hole. He looked sweet like this, so vulnerable and exposed.

“Mph, how are you doing sweetheart? You enjoying this baby?” You murmured into his ear. Katsuki let out a combination of a grunt and a whine simultaneously as you continued to circle his tight little hole.

“Aww, such a cute little slut. You look so adorable, trying not to cum,” you teased, sliding one finger into Katsuki’s ass. He let out a whine at the intrusion, biting the pillow that lay under him. You let out another giggle.

“Shut the fuck up and just- hngh! Fuck me already!” He demanded, voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

“My my, such a needy boy, aren’t we Suki? Just let me take care of you, such a good boy,” you coo into his ear. Katsuki’s face turned a deep pink at your reading before grinding his ass back to meet your knuckle.

A smile graced your face as you added another finger. Katsuki let out another whimper as you shushed and soothed him.

“I know, sweet boy. I don’t want to hurt your cute little ass, so we have to make sure it’s stretched properly. Look at you being so good, I’m sure you’re desperate to cum,” you murmured into his ear. It was such a breath of fresh air having him like this; pliant, needy and willing to submit. It was so sweet seeing him abandon his big, nasty feelings for a bit and allow himself to become brain-dead mush by your hand.

“Mph, p-please, I- I need to cum!” He begged, fingers flexing and leaky cock rutting against the sheets.

“I’ll tell you what baby, take one more finger and I’ll let you cum, alright? Can you be a good boy and hold it?” You cooed. Katsuki nodded his head quicker than anything you had ever seen, biting his emotional support pillow as you placed in the third finger.

“Such a good baby boy for me Kats, such an obedient little puppy. Look at your thighs, they’re trembling so hard! I can’t imagine how badly you want to cum,” you giggled sultry in his ear.

Katsuki couldn’t see from the lustful tears in his eyes, only focusing on trying to contain his sperm. Your fingers worked diligently, pumping deep and slow, making careful tries to brush his prostate.

“Mph, feelsh sho good mama, so fuckin’ go-ahh!” Katsuki whined as he came, white semen streaking the sheets underneath you. Your hands grabbed into his needy cock, pumping it quickly. Katsuki squirmed and cried underneath you, overstimulation already kicking in.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll get all of those icky thoughts out of that pretty little head,” you cooed. You ceased pumping his ass and turned your attentions to his adorable nipples, turning pink and hard at each passing minute.

“Go on your back, pup. Show me those pretty tits of yours,” you commanded gently, landing a delicate smack to his porcelain ass. Katsuki whimpered and immediately did as he was told, spreading his legs and arching his back.

“Look at these juicy fucking tits, I love them so much. How can that dumb little head think I’d leave you alone when you look so delicious under me,” you groaned in pleasure. Your husband’s face melted in absolute euphoria.

Nimble fingers began poking, pulling and flicking each pebbled nipple until your husband was hiccuping from masochistic pleasure, back arching off the bed.

“You’re so fucking cute, already to cum on mama just from her playing with your nipples? Well, alright then. Cum as hard as you want,” you gave him permission.

“Ngh, thank you mama, fank you so much,” he mewled as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, cum spraying from his tip and up your back.

“Suki baby? What’s your colour?” You asked him worriedly, afraid you pushed him too soon.

“G-green, please don’t stop,” he begged, grabbing your hips and rolling his reddening cock against your clothed core. You ached with need, but tonight was about your husband.

“If you promise, baby,” your dominant nature returning.

“Are you ready for me to blow your back out, puppy? Do you want mama to turn your silly little brains to mush whilst you ache and groan on my cock?” You teased him.

“Please mama! Lemme suck your cock, Suki can do it! I’m a good boy!” He whined. Jesus, he was so deep in subspace that it was gonna take him a month to come out.

“Okay then baby, get on the floor, on your knees. Show me that smart little mouth,” you ordered. Katsuki scrambled to the floor, eager to please you.

“Open wide, Suki, and hollow your cheeks. Remember to relax your throat,” you coaxed him, patting the silicone against his tongue. He took the first inch and suckled on it seductively, tongue flicking around the tip as he grasped your thigh. You rubbed small circles to keep him grounded.

He tried taking another few inches, head bobbing and pulling away to kiss the underside of your cock. His usually sharp tongue did an excellent job at running up and down your cock, making your core throb with need.

“You needy little whore. Look at you, showing off that cute little mouth. God, I could just shove this down your throat,” you growled, eyes widening when he managed to deepthroat all 6.5 inches of plastic.

Lewd sounds of sucking and saliva dripping filled the room as Katsuki choked and gagged on the fake cock as his throat memorised every vein and wrinkle. It was snug and he couldn’t breath fully, but it felt like home.

His stomach began to tighten, impending another orgasm. Yours began to tighten too, just needing that final push.

“God I fucking love sucking your cock mama, tastes so fuckin’ good,” he murmured as he deepthroated once more. His hips rolled against your thigh as the two of you came together, your juices dripping down Katsuki’s face. He licked them up eagerly before displaying his tongue.

“Get your ass on that fucking bed so I can destroy you,” you growled. Katsuki followed immediately as you hoisted his ankles above your shoulders and sheathed your cock in him in one fell swoop.

“Ngh, ah~! Mama, please, AH!” He hiccuped as you pounded his ass ferociously, his whole body bouncing due to the ferocity. His tits jiggled alongside him, eyes crossing in pleasure as his tongue lolled outside his mouth.

“God I fucking love this little puppycunt, you’re fucking mine forever. I’ll fuck you every day to remind you of that, do you understand? You’re my husband, I’ll fuck your brains out whenever you ask. Any time that stupid little brain of yours tells you otherwise, I’ll pump you so full of cum you’ll end up pregnant,” you grunted like a fucking animal, hips speeding up at each slap of his ass cheeks.

The room was filled with the sound of skin-on-silicone and a cacophony of harmonious and broken moans that put the choirs of churches to shame.

Katsuki was utterly gone; meaningless babbles of “more” and harder, please!” were reduced to mindless mewls and cries. Your hands found his as you chased your climax together.

“Fuckin’ cum with me baby, that’s it. That’s my good fucking boy, cum for me!” You cried in pleasure, your body feeling white hot as your orgasm peaked. Katsuki looked like he was having an outer body experience; tongue lolling, eyes almost closed and body a deep red.

You pulled your strap out, making a small whine pull out from your fucked out husband. Your hands massaged his cheeks as you simpered at him.

“I know baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”

After Katsuki was wiped down with a damp towel, hand fed a bottle of water and a wasabi mint, he snuggled up next to you. His head was placed over your heart, slowly falling asleep to the steady beat.

“I told you Suki. I’m not going anywhere.” Katsuki opened his eye a crack before snuggling back in.

“If you do, then tell me. Because home is whenever I’m with you.”

[luvv4j4ybe11]

With time

✧𝐓𝐰𝐢n 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐥𝐨’𝐚𝐤

✧Tw!!: mentions of death,sibling loss, lo’ak dies instead of neteyam, lots of crying, first time celebrating birthday without your twin brother, mentions of su!c!de, underaged dr!nking, mentions of alcohol,mostly angst with some fluff towards the end (if you squint),feelings of grief and depression and I think that’s all, enjoy this lil Drabble<33

✧Dividers by @benkeibear

✧ translation(s): Skxawng-moron,idiot , kuru-queue, hammerbrow fish- the goldfish that kiri was playing with in that one scene (idk how else to describe it😭)

(Listen to this to make it extra sad🥰)

You woke up feeling the weight on your chest being even heavier than usual. Your face still wet with tears from last nights realization. That realization being that today was your birthday but not just yours, it was his too. Ever since the night he died, you haven’t left your side of the marui since.

Even though it’s been four months since your twin brother died, that day just keeps replaying in your head, the sound of your mother screaming, the look of absolute devastation on your older brothers face, the blood on your hands, the sound of tsireya crying, lo’aks cold expression, the way your father looked at you with complete disappointment and spat out a cold, “you’ve done enough”

Every time you thought about it you felt sick.

And naturally, being Navi twins you guys were connected more than normal siblings were, you felt each other’s heartbeats, felt when the other was happy or sad, uncomfortable or frustrated. So when you felt cold and utterly alone, you knew he was gone.

But yet there’s still times you hear his heartbeat, you feel how lonely he is and how much sorrow he’s filed with. And it makes you weak with sadness every time.

Being pulled out of your thoughts by a small pair of hands on your bicep shaking you back and forth, you turn around to see your baby sister staring back at you with a smile on her face, her eyes still washed with sadness. Yes, she was young, but she certainly wasn’t stupid. She knew how to read the room better than kids your age did.

“Sis, come on, get up! It’s your birthday!” She says while climbing onto you to give you a hug, which was something she did every year, but this one was more gentle and genuine than the others. You break the hug to place a hand on her head, lightly ruffling her braids,“Maybe later tuktuk, I’m still a little tired.” You say,weakly trying to hide the pain in your features with a fake smile.

She frowns at this, making you let out a soft chuckle as you go to push her off of you. Making her cling onto you more. “That’s what you always say!, please sis, can you get up? For me? For lo’ak?” She says while looking at you with puppy dog eyes. The slight mention of his name brings tears to your eyes, not ready to start this day without him.

“Sister, leave her be, alright? How about you go see what kiri is up to?” Neteyam says as he lifts the curtain to get into your side of the hut, holding it open for tuk to run out eagerly to find her sister.

Closing it, he glances at you before siting on your sleeping mat, “Sister, I’m-” “Teyam don’t. I can’t go through today with this fake sympathetic bullshit!, you guys were constantly on both of our asses for everything! You guys never cared about how we felt! How he felt! You know how many times he came to me telling me how dad made him feel like shit? Or how kiri was pushing him about certain things? Or how he caught dad talking to you about how he’s, “too reckless” and he “wouldn’t be surprised if he got himself killed”?”

His ears pin back to his skull immediately, knowing the exact conversation you were referring to. “Sister, you think that didn’t bother me too? I told him that lo’ak only acted like that because he wanted to be like him. But of course he didn’t listen. And do you think I wasn’t aware of how you guys felt? Why do you think I’d always have both of your guys backs whenever you got into trouble? Why do you think I came up with lies left and right to mom and dad so you two wouldn’t get your asses beat? I wanted to avoid making you guys feel like that, but I only have so much control y/n..” he says as he squeezes his his fists in anger, his feelings from that night bubbling to the surface again.

You move from your comfortable position to sit next to him, bringing him into a much needed hug. “Brother, I know you did. I know you try every single day. And I look up to you because of that. You’re stronger than I am. You keep pushing forward even though there’s so much shit happening to you, I don’t understand how you do it.” You say as you feel tears flowing from your face, the hug reminding you of how lo’ak used to hug you whenever you were in a mood.

“I do it because of you guys. Because of him. You guys are the reason I keep pushing. And especially the both of your skxawng asses” he says with a soft chuckle before breaking the hug, placing his hand on your head softly, something he did with you and lo’ak that became a comfort thing for the both of you. “You can do this today sister, I believe in you, we all do.” His tone making tears automatically spill over your eyes, and causing you to notice his tear filled eyes.

Looking for some sort of grounding you place your hand over his and squeeze, taking multiple deep breaths before speaking. “Teyam.. I can’t, I miss him so much. Everytime I wake up I feel so alone and cold, but I can still hear his breath, and his heartbeat. My pain is not only mine, but his too.” You say in between sobs, watching neteyams breathing get more shallow as he tries to hold in his tears. His features covered in concern.

“Oh baby sis..” bringing you into another much needed hug. He places a light kiss on your forehead before rubbing your back and gently swaying you from side to side,trying to calm down your cries.

Kiri walks in quietly, the feeling of your pain drawing her to your room. Her whole body goes slack and cold when she sees your state, making her glance at Neteyam. That feeling intensifying even more once she saw the pain in his eyes. She takes her place behind you, quickly inserting herself into the hug. Wrapping her right arm around your waist and the other overlapping with neteyams so she can hold him too,her chin resting on your shoulder.

“You feel him don’t you? His heartbeat? His sorrow? His breath? Like he’s just a word about to be spoken?” Without lifting your head you nod quickly, too mentally exhausted speak anymore. “I know how you feel sister. Take that feeling as a way of him telling you to keep going. Keep breathing for him, keep your heart beating for him. That sorrow will be gone once he sees that you’re living for him.”

Her words make you sob even more. Knowing she’s right, he’s always hated seeing you cry, and he did anything to fix it. Purposely making himself look like a dumbass, making you go on an ikran ride with him, asking you to go exploring with him, taking you to you guys secret spot, pinky promises. He did anything for you. And so did you.

A wave of calm suddenly hits you, making your sobs come to a complete stop, and your breathing becomes more level. Feeling the change, your siblings give each other a confused glance before looking down at you. “Sister?..” they both say in sync as you break the hug and get up, your features going completely cold. “I’m going to visit him..if that’s ok with you guys” you say while lifting up a blanket, revealing a stash of alcohol you’ve been keeping ever since his funeral.

Quickly you take a bottle and cover it back up, grabbing your hunting knife and putting on both you and lo’aks matching bracelets you made on your 10th birthday. Walking towards the curtain to leave, you’re pulled back by a gentle pull on your shoulder.

“Y/n..don’t don’t drink today. It’s not gonna stop you from hurting, and you know that.” Kiri says while gliding her hand down to your hand that was holding the alcohol firmly. “Yeah, I know that kiri, but it dulls it somewhat. And it stops me from wanting to throw myself off of a cliff so I think it’s worth it. Plus it’s my birthday! I’m allowed to drink as much as I want today!!” You say in a fake enthusiastic tone, your sarcasm reminding them so much of lo’ak.

“Y/n.” Neteyam says in a soft but stern tone, the one that told you that whatever he was about to say was gonna be serious. “Don’t drink. I know you’ve been hurting more than we have but we need you here. Lo’ak needs you here. You know how much he hates seeing you hurt.” He says as his voice starts to crack slightly, remembering all the things the three of them would come up with whenever you were anything but happy and content.

Feeling the tears well in your eyes again, you squeeze the bottle tighter, fighting the instinct to drown your feelings in the burning liquid.

Glancing over at them, your heart breaks seeing the genuine hurt on their faces because of the realization you’ve been drinking this whole time and they didn’t know. Sighing angrily,you shove the bottle into neteyams chest. “Fine, but when I get back just save me a bottle, because I know it’ll be gone by the time I come back.” You say while turning out of your room swiftly, leaving kiri and neteyam there speechless.

Once you get to the spirt tree, you thank payakan and tell him that you’ll see him soon. Ever since lo’aks passing you’ve only really left your marui to go see payakan, knowing he carries the same weight as you do.

While swimming towards the tree, you mentally prepare yourself for this painful experience. You’ve been avoiding coming to the tree in the first place, because you knew how much it take out of you. And he knew the same.

Connecting your kuru to the tree, you’re brought to you and lo’aks secret spot back at your actual home. The only place that brought you two comfort. Tentatively, you walk through the clearing, lo’ak still not in sight.

“Lo?, where are you?” You call out, the sound of your own voice making you realize you weren’t 15, but you were younger. Walking towards a curtain of flora that led to a small river, you catch a glimpse of your brother, making you walk quicker.

Once you get there you see lo’ak sitting at the edge of river with his feet languidly swaying in the water, just staring into the water. Almost like he was waiting for something, or someone. You don’t say anything at first, just taking in the sight of him after not seeing him for months.

“Brother..” you say softly, not wanting to disturb his peace. His head whips in the direction of your voice, his expression lighting up as he gets up and walks towards you. “Sister!!, I thought you’d never show!” He says as he takes you into a hug, the sound of his voice making you giggle since he was also his younger self.

“Of course I did, it just took me a little time. You know I’d always come to see your skxawng ass” you say as you break the hug to shove his face with your pointer and middle finger. He giggles at that, his smile making the weight on your chest get lighter.

Grabbing your hand, he guides you to where he was sitting. Taking your seat beside him, you gaze out into the water with him.Nervously playing with your extra finger, you take a breath before talking about what you were avoiding for so long.

“Brother I’m-” you exhale slowly before continuing, noticing out of the corner of your eye how all lo’aks attention was turned to you. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be here. It should’ve been me that got shot that night. I was the one that put the idea into your head to go save spider. I should’ve just told you and teyam to go so I could’ve got spider by myself-” “Sister,” he cuts you off, your rambling making the pain in his heart worse. “It’s not your fault. You need to stop hurting yourself like this. It’s not fair to you. You need to focus on now. Not ‘what if’. And plus, It’s not like I would’ve listened to you if you told me to go anyway, there’s no way in hell I’d let that happen.”

Both of you giggle at the last part, knowing that he’s not lying. Once your laughs die down, you look down at your hands, that feeling of guilt still lingering in your chest. Glancing over at you, he notices how you’re playing with your pinkies, a telltale sign that told him something was bothering you.“Sister, what else is it?” He says as he leans back onto his hands, noticing how your shoulders slightly go stiff from his question.

Turning your body to face him, you don’t fail to notice the genuine look of concern in his eyes. “You know what day it is today?” You ask, making his expression completely drop. “Yeah, I know.” The words feeling like a weight on his tongue. “I don’t know how I’m gonna do today without you lo’. I can’t. It hurts too much.” You say as the tears finally spill over your face, the grief crawling back up your throat once again. “No, y/n, you can and you will. For me. Just because I’m here doesn’t mean you can’t live out there. Live for me, y/n. Stop letting yourself be consumed by grief and guilt. I hate seeing you like this and you know that.” He says sternly, making sure you know he’s being serious.

All you do is nod your head, not trusting your voice with the lump in your throat and the never ending tears that keep falling from your eyes. The sight of your hurting form makes lo’aks heart twist in pain. And the fact he couldn’t really do much hurt even more. “Come here, sis,” Placing his hand on your shoulder he pulls you towards him. Giving you a much needed hug, immediately making you sob into the crook of his neck.

“I miss you, twin” he says while resting his chin on your shoulder, letting the tears fall freely from his eyes. You let out a broken, “i miss you more” as the void in your chest grows the longer you two hug.

Once you finally calm down,you break the hug, now seeing each other how you guys remember. “Well shit..” you both say in sync, making you both laugh. “You look so grown. I don’t like it.” Lo’ak says as he admires you a little longer, a feeling of peace swirling in his chest. “Yeah,me neither” you say in a soft tone, once again feeling guilty for moving on without him with you.

Placing left hand on your head, and his right on your shoulder he looks at you with a soft smile on his face, “Y/n,you’ll be ok. I’ll always be watching you, and I’ll always protect you.” The tone of his voice making you inhale sharply so the next wave of tears doesn’t come. He raises his pinky finger towards you, waiting for you to do the same. You let out a soft chuckle at his childish behavior before obliging.

Once both of you pinkies are holding onto one another, he grips your shoulder tighter. “Promise me, that you won’t give up on yourself, that you won’t push everyone away, that you won’t drink your feelings away. Promise me that you can get over this feeling. That you will live through this feeling.”

You squeeze his pinky even tightly as you feel the tears well up in your eyes, realizing that time will make no difference to how much you miss him. But it will for how much you will grow through this feeling.

Tugging his pinky towards yours, you nod your head ‘yes’ before saying, “I promise. I promise I’ll do my best for you. I promise that I’ll try for you.” The words making a smile appear on his face. He brings you into a loving hug, the warmth of comfort washing over both of you guys.

“Happy birthday,twin” you guys say in sync again, a soft giggle coming from both of you. Breaking the hug, he grabs your hands and squeezes them tightly “ow! That hurts!” “I don’t care! I want you to have fun for me today alright? Celebrate us! Spend time with everyone that loves you and gives a shit about you. You deserve it!” he says through his laughs, making you smile softly at his childish demeanor.

“Alright I will!! I’ll come visit you again tonight and I’ll tell you all about today!” You say in a giddy tone, noticing that this has been the first time you’ve been somewhat happy since these last 4 months.

“You better” he says while rolling his eyes dramatically, knowing he did it to make you laugh. Once your laughter dies down, you both look back at the water. Not wanting this moment to end already. “I love you,bro” you say while bumping your shoulder against his, making him laugh and do the same to you. “I love you more,sis” he says with a soft smile on his face, one that replaced the one on yours.

You two stay like this for a while, just basking in each others presence and invading each others space. Thoughts of leaving suddenly crowd your head and the second those thoughts occur, your brother says something about it.“Y/n go spend the day with them. You know how they get on our birthday, plus they’ll make you feel better.” He says in a delicate tone, a soft smile on his face from remembering how much they loved celebrating your birthdays. You sigh softly, before reluctantly standing up.

He gets up with you, bringing you into an affectionate hug. Without breaking it, he whispers “I’ll miss you,sister.” With complete sadness laced in his tone. A tear falls from your face from the sound of his voice,“I’ll miss you more than you’ll ever know, brother.” You two stay like this for a while, until it starts getting harder to breathe, a harsh reminder of the truth.

Breaking the hug, you give him a look that lets him know that, making him hesitantly let go of you. “I’ll see you later tonight brother, I promise. I love you!” You say while turning around to leave, hearing him let out a little ‘I love you, too’ before you leave.

Once you reach the surface you catch your breath, calling out to your ilu and mentally going over your interaction with your brother to avoid acknowledging that void in your chest.

It’s a peaceful ride back home, until you start getting in your head about ‘having fun’ today without lo’ak. Because it wasn’t just your birthday, but his too. And celebrating without him just doesn’t feel right, even tuk knows that.

But right when you start having those doubts, a group of hammerbrow fish swarm around you and your ilu, stopping you in your tracks. One of them swims up to your face and flicks your forehead, making you furrow your brows and shove it away. They swim around you and you ilu for awhile longer before leaving, one of them staying back a little longer to look at you.

The whole interaction left you with a smile on your face, knowing that it was definitely lo’ak telling you to calm down, and to stop worrying about unnecessary things. Making hope swirl in your chest.

With time, you know you’ll be okay.

A/N~ this took SO LONG to write oh my fucking god. But we made it!! And I hope you guys enjoyed this (and this is my first angst fic so pls cut me some slack if some phrasing gets repetitive😔) because I did, didn’t enjoy the tears I cried while writing this but it was worth it🩷 if you made it to the end and you’re reading this I wanna thank you so much for reading this whole long ass fic, must really love me huh😏?? LMFAOO but anyway! Otw to write for kinkmas now🏃🏽‍♀️💨

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Stolen Glances

Professor Lupin x femstudent!reader

warnings: v suggestive, swearing, smoking, lots of fluff, adorable best friend, not proof read, I’m tired.

word count: 3k

i do not own any Harry Potter characters apart from my own :)

content: you struggle with your fear and lupin provides tutoring lessons for you. both of you develop feelings for each other. your best friend is the best person ever.

⛅️I recommend listening to “Dandelions” by Ruth B whilst reading this⛅️

As usual, Kings Cross was busy, bustling children hugging their crying mothers and trying to carry heavy suitcases onto the ledge of the train, taking one last look at their parents before they disappear into carriages. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N walked behind you, both dressed in their finery; both looking smart as they hugged you close. You breathed in their scent, you reminded yourself that your parents will never change and they will always be there for you. After being home for such a long time in the muggle world, it’s always been hard for you to part from your parents. It’s your last year, this is the time to properly grow up so you sniff in the tears, looking up into your mothers emerald eyes and see hers glossing over and your father ruffles your hair before you leave them to go inside the train.

As you take the long walk towards the Slytherin compartment you bump into a hard chest, your head straight into the sternum as you stumble back two warm hands grab your elbows.

“Careful there.” He said warmly, letting go of you. You rub the middle of your forehead and look up to see kind, hazel eyes looking down at you with a scar that spreads across his forehead.

“Thanks, Mr…”

“Professor Lupin.” He smiles and holds out his hand, you stare at it, perplexed at what to do so you just look at him confused. “This is the part where you shake my hand so I’m not left humiliated.” You breathe out a laugh and the creases at the sides of his eyes break out as he smiles softly, you clasp your manicured hand into his and it wraps around yours.

“Nice to meet you, Professor Lupin.” You say, smiling and he smiles back and nods before moving past you. For some reason unknown, you watch as he moves further down the train, his posture is slightly stooped like he’s in pain.

“Y/N!” Your best friend, Cyndi, calls from the back of the train, waving her arms like a madwoman. You turn and smile, your heart warming at the sight of your best friend. The girl who has had your back since first year, her long black hair is wrapped in a Dutch braid as she embraces you when you reach her. She kisses your cheeks with those bright red lips, something she picked up last year when she went to France and never gave it up. You sit next to her and a couple other seven years that you know but wouldn’t call friends. A strange smell wafts from the other side of the cabin, you turn to see Malfoy and his gremlins sharing a small bag of something.

“What is it?” You question loudly, the train rocks into motion.

“Muggle weed.” Malfoy winks and holds it up between his index and middle finger. “It’s meant you make you feel good.” Being a muggle, you knew about weed but had never tried it. You watched as they conjured up spells to make the weed into joints, lighting them up with their wands and slotting them between their lips.

“Hey, i want to try!” Cyndi raises her hand like she’s in lesson, waving her fingers like a child. Malfoy approaches and places the joint in her fingers. “What do I do with it?” She looks at it perplexed.

“Between your lips and inhale it.” Malfoy advises, watching intensely. Cyndi takes the butt and puts it in her mouth, her eyes incredibly focused on inhaling it. Once she does, she splutters and the smoke rolls out of her nose and mouth as she slams her water bottle down her throat. “That tends to happen.” Malfoy laughs. “Try again.” Cyndi picks it up and she’s better at it this time, taking more three more puffs before giving it back.

“Wow.” She sighs, relaxing into the seat. “That’s fucking good.” Her eyes flutter shut and you settle in for the long journey ahead.

After a few puffs from the joint yourself and eating chocolate frogs, the train screeches to a halt, sending everything astray. Students look outside the window, Cyndi with bloodshot eyes reaches her hand up to the window and it starts icing over. Her hand shoots back, she cradles it and looks up.

“Did I do that?” She asks, her voice nothing but a breath. “How did I do that?” She looks at her hands as if she’s never had them before. You are quite high yourself now and you know this isn’t normal, this isn’t something you’re hallucinating because a dark figure floats into the cabin. Malfoy screams and ducks under his seat, quivering as it escapes down the train aisles and opens one compartment.

“What the fuck was that?” Malfoy squeals, popping his head out from his hiding place.

“I’m gonna go see.” You say, suddenly confident. You jump out of your seat but Cyndi clasps your hand.

“Be careful.” She says, still whispering. You nod and squeeze her hand. Stumbling into the train aisles, you hold out your hands on either side and slowly creep towards the open compartment and see Professor Lupin standing tall with his wand out. The black figure escapes and leaves the train, you look to see the golden trio all stunned and you fear you may have completely hallucinated this situation because they’re looking right at you. You stare with an open mouth, your mouth suddenly dry and you try to smack it together to gather some moisture. They’re still until you blink and Hermione is talking to you. But do you hear a thing? No.

She waves her hands in your face and you’re snapped back into reality, they’re staring at you as Hermione asks.

“Hey, are you okay?” She pulls you into the compartment, Harry is out cold on the seat.

“Yeah… did you see that?” You ask, your speech slightly muffled in your own ears.

“Yeah, it was a dementor. Nothing to worry about.” Hermione smiles. You’ve always thought she was kind and Malfoy was too cruel to them, Hermione has always been your favourite one though. Ron stresses you out and Harry is simply way too worshipped in the school.

“You don’t look good.” Ron says matter of factly.

“Ronald!” Hermione smacks him on the arm, which is loudly exclaims at. “Do you need some water?” She pulls out her water bottle and you grab it like a dying camel in the desert, you chug that water until there’s nothing but a drop left.

“Holy Cow.” Ron says under his breath. Suddenly you’re aware that there’s another person in this compartment, Professor Lupin who is sat mainly looking over Harry but his eyes settle on you. The pupils slightly widening.

“Are you quite alright?” He questions, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Yes!” You exclaim and then soften your voice. “Yeah, yeah, yeah totally totally fine.” It was obvious to them that you weren’t.

“Let me see you back to your compartment.” Professor Lupin stands and waits for you by the door, you thank Hermione for the water and apologise for using it all but she waves her hand, it’s like her to not really care about it. Professor Lupin allows you out first and follows behind.

“You should sober up before we get to Hogwarts.” He whispers, his tone vaguely humorous.

“How do you know?” You whipped around, eyes wide looking up at him. Goddamn, he’s tall. Your neck hurts just by looking at him.

“I can smell it.” He says, warmly. “Also your bloodshot eyes are a dead giveaway. Go, drink some water. I need to see to Mr Potter.” He watches you as you walk back into your Slytherin cabin. The second you’re in there, it’s a hot box and you know there’s no chance of getting sober from the amount of fumes that are currently flying through the air.

~

The halls are bustling with nervous energy as you and Cyndi walk arm in arm towards your first DADA class of the year. Cyndi has been talking about her recent romantic adventures with a hometown boy, she giggles as she describes the shape and length of his dick. The DADA classroom door is open and Professor Lupin is standing, greeting his new students with nods and smiles.

“Morning, Sir.” Cyndi sings as she breezes past him.

“Morning, Miss Ribbons.” He smiles and looks at you, his eyes slightly lighting as he watches you shyly smile at him and walk into the barren classroom devoid of any desks and chairs and stand by your friend. He clears his throat, walking through the middle of the crowd of kids before standing in front of them.

“Good morning, class! I am your new DADA teacher, Professor R. J Lupin. It is my pleasure to teach you this wonderful subject, i understand you have had a rather tumultuous experience with this class. I’m here to hopefully give you consistent guidance and support. My office is always open so if you need any help or simply a chat, I’m always around.” He sends a lovely smile towards everyone in the class, he looks in the eyes at everyone with elegance and moves to the wardrobe behind him.

“He’s kind of hot.” Cyndi whispers, you stifle a laugh and try to concentrate on the class but you notice the way he swans through the space with insight and obvious enjoyment over this subject. His mouth moves into a smile as he speaks, he waves his arms around like a music conductor and you watch as his soft eyes land on yours and he continues to speak. Both of you looking at each other, you maintain the eye contact, your heart somewhat swelling and beating a little faster before you blush and look down.

You think he didn’t notice but he did, he smiled at you and the way your plaited hair broke free from its braids and the blush that journeyed over your soft cheeks. He tried to cough, maybe to get you to look up again so he can see those curious eyes but you didn’t so he carried on with his class. Everyone lined up to practise the Riddikulus spell, Cyndi went first as always and her fear was cockroaches. She screamed at first, jumping back a couple of inches before shaking her head and saying.

“You got this, Cinders.” And she shouted Riddikulus and the coaches turned into dancing mice that sent everyone into chuckles.

“Wonderful! Yes! Brilliant!” Lupin laughed heartily. “Well done, Miss Ribbons! Next!”

You turn up as one of the last to do it because you simply didn’t want to see your fear, to let anyone know about your fear because it was taboo. You step cautiously to the front, Lupin’s expectantly looking at you, you imagine it. And there it was. The stake at first covered by a red curtain until it teasingly revealed itself, covered in your own blood and it spills onto the handle in perfect stripes. Your breath catches and your chest begins to cave, you drop your wand and place your head in your hands as you begin to breathe helplessly throughout the process but no amount of measured breaths would help you out because tears begin to spill as you imagine that fear coming fast before you. Professor Lupin steps in, his arms covering you and protecting you from the fear before he shouts the spell. The class was dead silent, some whispers but not many as they all look at you crying softly in your palms, no matter how many times you wipe them away they keep spilling and now your chest was hot with embarrassment and you turn to sprint out of the classroom. Leaving the classroom puzzled at your fear and your abandonment of the class.

You hear Cyndi’s steps behind you.

“Hey! Wait up!” She calls, her Mary Jane’s clipping on the stone floor as she tries her hardest to catch up to you but you’re too fast. You turn harshly into the Slytherin common rooms and collapse on the floor in a heap of anxiety and anguish. Cyndi comes across you finally and covers you with her arms, cradling you from side to side.

“It’s okay. It’s gone. It’s not here anymore.” She whispers soothingly. “It’s gone.” Of course, she’s the only one who knows of your condition and she has been the most supportive friend and confidant you’ve ever had. Most people keep you at arms length because they’re scared you will randomly turn on them and kill them, which is the common misconception. You had no want or need for human blood and human organs. You were simply born this way and your parents fought hard for you to not have those wants. They really did their best and you have them to thank that you’re not killing everyone left right and centre.

“Merlin, I didn’t expect to react that way.” You sniff, leaning your head against Cyndi’s chest.

“It’s okay, your feelings are valid. Anyone would react that way, I’d be worse, I reckon.” She laughs and pulls away from you, holding your head in her palms.

“We need to redo your make up, sexy girl.” She winks and drags you onto your feet, guiding you to your dorm. She reapplies your mascara and eyeliner and a lovely blush coloured lip gloss before you went to lunch. You skipped your second lesson.

Both of you sit side by side, mulling over the shit food that has been placed on your table.

“I mean you’d think they’d want to feed us properly on our first day back.” Angel said, Malfoy’s older sister, her hair was the usual bright blonde and her skin just the same. She reaches and pulls out some vegetables and plops them on her plate before using her fork to just mush them around instead of eat them.

“It is poor.” Cyndi agrees, reaching for the last chicken drumstick and chews on it softly. You fill your plate with a lemon and pepper chicken breast and some boiled, skinned potatoes and pick at them. You’re not too hungry after the emotional turmoil you’ve been through, it’s normal to feel like that. You try to eat and feel grateful that you’re feeding your body but it’s just too hard because every nibble, that stake comes back into your mind. Your mind runs wild and you see yourself with a stake shoved into your heart so hard it comes out from the other side. You sigh and throw your cutlery on your plate, sending a clatter down the table, Cyndi looks at you from under her eyelashes and smiles sympathetically.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of eyes on you. It’s a strange feeling because no one on the table is looking at you. So you search for the source of the feeling until you find those warm hazel eyes looking at you, you smile at him and he smiles back even though he looks concerned. You try to send a message to him through your eyes that you’re okay but it doesn’t seem to reach him because his eyes are full of concern.

~

A few weeks later and some stolen glances across a room, you are ready to pack up your belongings from DADA. Cyndi’s voice is running a thousand miles a second.

“Can you believe she even said that to me? I mean what a sad little cow, she doesn’t even know me. Okay, so what if I kissed her boyfriend? So what? He didn’t tell me so I’m basically the innocent party here.” She’s chatting and throws her backpack over her back. “Like she hit me! She actually hit me!” From the small snippets of the story you gathered, Cyndi had kissed Oliver Wood whilst he had a girlfriend in Ravenclaw called Leigh Carter who was a big bitch and everyone knew it. Yesterday, Leigh stormed over to Cyndi and pulled her into the middle of a Ravenclaw crowd and began to argue with her. Her arms waving around like an eagle catching its prey. When Cyndi bit back, Leigh didn’t know what else to do so she pulled her fist back and connected it with her face. A full fight ensued until Lupin and Snape intercepted.

“Miss L/N, can I have a word?” Lupin called as you began to walk towards the door. You turned around to see him leaning against his desk, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“You go ahead.” You nod at Cyndi, she shrugs and skips out, sending Leigh a death stare on her way past.

“What do you need, sir?” You ask, approaching him with hesitant steps. His eyes looming over you, delicate and tender as he steps down the stairs to his desk and stands straight in front of you. You think of yourself quite tall but you only reach his shoulders, you breathe slightly heavier as your eyes travel from his torso to his eyes. You take in his handsome face; full lips, rosy and warm; hazel eyes, eyelashes that curl upwards and eyelashes that curl downwards; his eyebrows are misshapen but it adds to his charm and you realise that this man is actually incredibly attractive. That little school girl crush that simmered in the pit of your stomach, that sprouted ever so briefly whenever you smiled at each other is not growing into something else entirely. The way he looks at you with concern and the way his eyes softly dilate at the sight of you, something you never really noticed until now.

“I would like to tutor you. Just us in this classroom every Monday night. Hopefully it will help you face your fears and strengthen your ability.” He says, his voice dropping to a low whisper. You blush and smile, a piece of hair dropping in front of your eyes and as you go to move it, he gets there first. “What do you say?” His fingers graze the shell of your ear as he tucks that hair piece, his eyes roaming your hair and the way it’s styled today.

“I - um - I would like that very much, sir.” You say, a whisper of a smile gracing your face.

“Good.” He whispers. “Good. I’m glad. You are showing a lot of promise for a good witch, Miss L/N.”

“Thank you, sir.” You are flattered.

“Now go get some lunch. I can hear that stomach of yours growling.” He chuckles and steps back, creating an aching distance between you and suddenly you miss the warmth of his breath and body near you. You say thank you and spin on your heel, playing with your necklace with nervous happiness and join your best friend at the table.

~

“You need to pull your skirt up.” Cyndi comments, standing by your bed with her arms crossed and eyes covered with expensive sunglasses.

“Pull it up? It’s already short!” You exclaim, looking in the mirror at your green plaid skirt that just grazes your knee.

“Not short enough, my friend!” She stomps forward, hooking her thumbs under the waist band and rolls it so your skirt ends up meeting your thighs. “There we go, that’s better.” She claps herself.

“That’s way too short!” You pout, but she waves away your concern.

“Go seduce our favourite teacher!” She basically pushes you sternly out the door. You try to turn back but Cyndi literally locked and bolted the door, you groan inwardly and turn to the dark corridor, your heart pattering aggressively against your rib cage as the soft breeze picks up your skirt. You twirl almost trying to keep the breeze from showing off your underwear, pink with little bows on them (embarrassing but it’s all you had left) and then the DADA classroom looks into view. You halt, your heels clipping echoes through the corridor as you try to find your reflection in one of the windows. Your braids falling on your shoulders, you smoothed them out trying to make them look less innocent but that won’t work. The skirt is hitched so far that you know you don’t have enough time to fully pull it down so you approach the door. By the time your hand balls into a fist to knock, it swings open with Lupin standing tall behind the doorframe. He’s wearing his teacher robes, bellowing behind him, his tie is slightly askew and a shirt button is undone on his neck; he steps back wordlessly to let you in and your skin prickles at where his eyes could be roaming but you bite back the worry and turn to face him. The classroom is bare, all desks and chairs pushed to the side and all that stays in the space is a wardrobe, it bangs hard as her eyes settle on it.

“No need to be scared, Miss L/N.” He chuckled, throwing his hands in his pockets. “It won’t come out unless you command it.”

“Yes, sir.” You say breathlessly as your hand retrieves your wand from your waist band.

“I understand this is something you’re struggling with, whilst you’re here with me, you are safe. I will intercede if I need too. But you are a good witch and I believe in you.” His words soothe your heart, it settles in its natural rhythm as his body comes close to yours, the swish of his robes lap on your calves as he rounds to the wardrobe. “It’s upsetting. But imagine it in your mind. That fear that stills your bones and stops your blood pumping. Imagine it for me.” His words sing into your ears as you close your eyes, your hand clutching onto your wand as if it’s your last chance at living. Your mind goes dark, nature washes in and your ears begin to burn as that age old red curtain glimmers under the crescent moon. A quiet, menacing chuckle comes into your orbit and its long, white hand brushes the curtain and reveals the stake. The tip cartoonishly glinting against the dark. Your breathing stops and your eyes open, the stake is there and it has a mind of its own. Lupin is watching you with intensity with his own hand on his wand, ready to take control. Your mouth opens but you don’t say anything, you can’t and a warmth covers your throat and you’re sure it’s your own blood. You look down and see the stake is settling inside your chest, Lupin runs into the center.

“Riddikulus!” He shouts and the stake turns into a balloon dog. Something so far fetched than the stake. Your breathing comes in raspy breaths, your nose whistling as you try to drown out the laughter in your head. Tears escape and they roll, beckoning other tears to follow, you crouch on the ground and sob into your hands.

“I can’t do it!” You cry and Lupin grabs your elbows and picks you up.

“Yes, you can. You are stronger than this. Come on!” His voice ignited something inside of you and you smiled, trying the image again. It hurt and it hurt and your heart was breaking but you continued and you tried, sadly to no avail.

“You’ve got time.” He holds onto your shoulders, smiling. “You’ve got so much time. You will get there.”

“Thank you, Professor.” You sniff, stepping back and smiling. He opened the door and let you out. Unfortunately, a gust of wind has flown through the door as you walked into the hallway and your skirt revealed everything. You spun around, your eyes wide as Lupin simply laughed.

“I saw nothing. Don’t worry.” He said. “Have a good night, Miss L/N.” He shut the door then.

You were going to kill Cyndi.

~

Professor Lupin had given you tutoring lessons for the past month and finally you’re starting to get the hang of the Riddikulus spell. Cyndi has noted the glow around you whenever you’re in DADA, you and Lupin secretly look at each other when the rest of the class are nose deep in books; but Cyndi noticed. Lupin’s eyes seemed to have a glint in them whenever you approached him, whenever you spoke, whenever you laughed and your laugh is the one that makes him look up from his eating position towards the Slytherin table. You’re throwing your head back as Miss Cyndi Ribbons is talking dramatically, throwing her arms around, Miss Angel Malfoy is wiping away tears and your laugh shimmers throughout the room, angelic noises that he wants to make come out of you. You wipe a stray tear and look up, matching eyes together and in the beginning Lupin would break the contact but this time he doesn’t. His heart flutters as you smile at him, he sends you a genuine lovely smile back and you’re the one to break the eye contact, going back to your friends. Cyndi looks above your head and sees Lupin looking at you with heart eyes.

“Lupin is undressing you with his eyes right now.” She whispers, amusement in her tone.

“Shut up, Cyndi. No he’s not.” You laugh, not looking up, instead reaching towards the cucumber.

“Look at him, give him a cheeky wink.” You laugh and actually look up to see him looking, a whisper of a smile across his lips. “Give him a look that says, ‘I want you. I need you. Please give me your big, juicy co-‘“

“Oh my god! Stop!” You cut in her words and slap her arm, you look back at Lupin to see he’s laughing.

“I am totally doing your outfit tonight. I’m just saying.” She raised her hands in defence.

That evening you stand in the mirror, Angel and Cyndi looking over you like the Angel and the Devil. Your hands are hiding your breasts and your crotch, embarrassed at what they’ve done to you.

“Move your hands.” Angel groans and pushes them down to reveal a lacy pink underwear set that almost pushes your breasts up to your chin.

“I look like I’m about to go on the corner and chat up men.” You say sternly.

“No you look hot. Turn around.” Cyndi instructs and you do, showing off your ass in those panties and your friends squeal and high five each other. “I knew you were hiding a fatty!” Cyndi literally jumps up and down.

“Here’s your skirt and your shirt, put them on.” Angel passes you the clothes and you step into them. Instantly understanding what’s happening.

“The skirt is almost just as short as the first time I had my tutoring session. What if a gust of wind comes and everything is revealed?” You place your hands on your hips to make yourself seem strong but you know against Cyndi, you’ll always lose.

“Then you go, ‘oopsies! I’m sorry Professor!’ And then really sexily pat your skirt down. BAM! Boner.” Cyndi says like it’s nothing and then buttons up your shirt which, thankfully, fits you.

“Merlin, you look good.” Angel whispers. You sigh, heaving your bag and wand over your shoulder and leave your two friends mimicking a blowjob and moaning Lupin’s name.

As you walk down the hallway, you realise how good you actually feel. Not just because you get to spend some time with your favourite Professor but also because you know how good you look. Your long legs are shining as you filter through the corridors, your Mary Jane’s clipping. You raise your hand to knock but, as usual, Lupin opens it for you. Your breath is taken away just from his look, his jaw hanging as he takes all of you in. His sweater hangs lazily on his shoulders, his tie completely undone; his slacks are a light brown and fit him perfectly; his hair is slightly ruffled with his moustache. He steps to the side and lets you in.

With your wand held out in front you, the stake is beckoning menacingly towards you, you focus your ears on blocking out the cackling and you breathe deeply.

“Come on. Come on.” Lupin whispers through gritted teeth as he watches you slowly transform into ease, your legs no longer trembling. Usually he wouldn’t have noticed your legs but now he is and can’t keep his eyes off them. He knows they’re smooth, from your ankles his eyes trace every inch of you, but his eyes stop at the rim of your skirt and noticing a flash of pink and he has to stop growling. Instead, blinking hard and watching as you raise your wand, your eyes glistening with tears that you didn’t let fall.

“Riddikulus!” You scream, every nerve in your body burning as you watch the spell finally work. The stake is blown into a balloon dog that barks and you drop your wand, breaking out into a laugh. Lupin drops his, exclaiming loudly and running to you. He grabs your waist with his strong arms and twirls you around in the air, you clasp your fingers around his neck as the both of you laugh and squeal and shout with the utmost happiness. You bury your face in the dark depths of his neck, his breath warm on yours as he stops still. Your hearts beating against each other, you pull from his neck and look at him, both of you stare almost lovingly at each other as you catch your breath. His arms hold you stronger, your long legs wrapped around his waist as he flickers those dark hazel eyes from your eyes to your lips. Time stills as his soft lips press to yours, at first you’re taken by surprise at how gentle he touches you until you relax in his embrace, your fingers stretching to the back of his head as the both of you melt into the kiss. One arm keeps you close to him whilst the other one reaches to caress your soft cheek, you smile against his lips and he can’t get enough so he deepens the kiss with his head, turning it towards the left whilst you go right. The two of you locked in a magical embrace, time still and the world at a full stop as the two of you explore each other’s mouths before pulling apart. His lips plump and swollen, slightly glistening from saliva and your lip gloss. Your hair is slightly out of place from where his hand had been. Both of you bewildered at what just happened but happy nonetheless. Lupin had been waiting for the moment to finally kiss those beautiful cherub lips, you wanted it too but always pushed it away as this is technically forbidden even though you are legal. His forehead comes forward and rests it, lovingly, on yours. He breathes.

“This shouldn’t happen.” But his arms never stray from your waist and your legs do not reach the floor.

“It shouldn’t but…”

“It has.” You both say at the same time. He breaks out into a smile and a breathy laugh, looking at his feet and then bringing his eyes back to you.

“Where do we go from here?” You ask, finally being set on the floor firmly. His hands rub down his face.

“I’m not sure. I don’t want you to think I’m abusing my power. You are, quite frankly, the most beautiful young witch I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He admits, bringing his fingertips to your cheek and softly trailing them down to your lips, cupping your chin and leaning to kiss them. You want to melt into him, be one body.

“I know you’re not, Professor.” You place your hands on his cheeks, he softens into them.

“Please call me Remus. It makes me feel old when people call me Professor.” He laughs and you laugh, both of you laughing and then collapsing into an embrace.

“I suppose we could see where this goes?” You question, your arms wrapped around his middle (which is surprisingly muscular) so your voice is muffled. But he hears you loud and clear.

“Let’s see where this goes.” He rests his chin on your head. “It’s getting close to curfew. You should probably leave now.” He whispers it because he almost doesn’t want to believe his words that you have to go. You pull away from him, he tucks your braids behind your shoulders and kisses your head. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You turn on your heels and practically skip to the door.

“Hey.” You say, turning to face him, his hands deep in his pockets and he pitches his eyebrows to show that he’s listening. “What time are your office hours again?”

“My door is always open for you.” He says, a smile dancing and his voice dripping with affection. Your heart flutters and you turn to the hallway, letting the door shut softly.