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🎃 A Truth Universally Acknowledged: Chapter Two

A Truth Universally Acknowledged: It has long been established that you don’t like Dream of the Endless, and he doesn’t like you. Unfortunately, fate has decided to stick you both in a glass cage for a century. Who’s throat will be torn out first? Yours? Or Dreams.

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

To Note: Morpheus x WitchFem!Reader.

Prompt: Role Reversal

Word Count: ~6.7k

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The Dreaming had been returned to order in a matter of days once Dream had collected his tools and reinstated his power. Especially after the Corinthian had been rounded up and dealt with… now the Endless had another more pressing concern of his on his mind and it had put him in a mood. No matter how hard he tried, he could not locate you. After the guard had fractured the cage, Dream had made quick work putting him and the other guard to sleep. Once they were taken care of, he had enacted his punishment upon Alexander Burgess for all the transgressions he had made towards him. And to you. Revenge served, Dream had fully intended to go back to the basement and take you with him for you had regressed to nothing but a shell of the fiery witch you had once been… but you had disappeared!

The frailty of your body was so severe Dream had thought that a mere trickle of wind would blow you over. He had calculated that with how weak you’d become, you wouldn’t even manage the most basic spell to get yourself out of the basement and would surely require his assistance. But you were gone, the only evidence of your presence being the blood smears that had dried over a century ago. He’d been disgruntled by your disappearance but understood the weakness in which you felt and had left you to recover. Only now, nearly a month past, there was no hide nor hair of your presence within the Dreaming or even the Waking!

Something was very much wrong with these events and Dream demanded to know why.

So the Endless was sitting on his throne, fingers clutching the armrests while poor Matthew tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with his boss. He’d been watching his boss stew in place for days wondering what could possibly have him so worked up when there was nothing wrong within the Dreaming! It was time to go ask Lucienne because she seemed to know all about Dream and surely would know what’s wrong. So Matthew took to the air, leaving behind a deeply brooding Endless. It didn’t take him long to reach the library, raven magic was really a fast track around the realm, and Matthew swooped down to the table Lucienne was reading at.

“Hiya Lucienne,” Matthew greeted, letting out a caw and shuffling his wings. The librarian looked up and examined the raven, should he not be with his master at the moment? Perhaps Lord Morpheus needed a book…

“Matthew, what brings you by,” She asked, peering at him over her spectacles. Matthew shifted on his feet and ruffled his wings again.

“So the boss has been in a downward spiral with his mood and its starting to effect the realm and he won’t stop muttering about Maga apparently avoiding him which he’s getting really touchy and upset about and I think he might blow his fuse soon enough.” Matthew spit out in a verbal barf. Lucienne blinked and processed the ravens words. Certainly Lord Morpheus had been in a mood. He was prone to falling into depressions and such… but that was only after a relationship crashed and burned. He’d returned from a century absence so what could possibly have the lord so upset this time? “Who’s Maga?”

“Maga is the latin word for witch,” Lucienne explained, rubbing her forehead and thinking deeply. “And there is only one witch whom Lord Morpheus refers to as Maga, neither she nor Lord Morpheus can tolerate each others company and avoid such circumstances. It has been that way since 1815.”

That confused Matthew a great deal.

“Wait… you say they can’t stand each other? Then why is the boss currently moping and brooding about her like she broke his heart??” Lucienne’s eyebrows shot up and her ear twitched.

“And what makes you think that?” The librarian inquired, her hands shaking slightly. You and Lord Morpheus? Get along?? Matthew cocked his head, still not understanding the long term tiff between you and Dream.

“Uh, because I’m like 99% sure he started crying because he couldn’t find her and then proceeded to learn that she’s avoiding him and totally broke down after that?” Matthew chittered, still remembering the odd sight. “I thought he was gunna start oozing goo like Howl…”

What in the seven endless realms was going on?

Romania was a very nice place to find yourself after whispering a random jumble of teleportation spells in hopes one would work. The coven you found yourself near was more than happy to assist you upon finding your half dead body strew in the nearby forest. You’d been filthy, covered in dirt, hadn’t bathed in a century, and depleted of magic. It was a miracle that they had still been able to recognize you as one of their own. You spent the first week in bed, sickly, and almost comatose, but by the kindness of the coven, you had made it through that sickness worse for wear. But still alive.

The grannies of the coven had spent the last three weeks trying shove food down your throat every other minute until you had taken to hiding from them. The head witch of the coven found it hilarious and gave you the privy of hiding out in her home… which you were currently doing with a nice warm cup of tea. The head witch, Elena, had already blessed you with an enchantment to hide your being from scrying and other such tracking magics. You’d only just escaped captivity and were quite fearful of being tracked down. Mainly by a certain Endless.

You both had problems with each other and your forced confinement together had only put your issues to the side, not solved them. Freedom had reminded you that Dream was two things: petty and vindictive. The thought of what the Endless would do to you once he remembered that you didn’t like each other for a reason, terrified you.

“You are still quite frail,” Elena murmured, eyeing your waif like frame once more. “I can see why they continue to pester you about food.”

“I do not have an appetite,” You replied quietly, sipping your tea. “And I know I need to gain weight… I just, eating isn’t appealing right now.”

“And why is that? You spent a century without food, that might not kill a witch but is certainly works up an appetite.” Elena tutted in a motherly tone. You ignored her jib and continued sipping your tea. “What is really bothering you that your mind won’t remind you to eat.”

Perhaps it was time for you to tell her that you hadn’t exactly been alone in your confinement. You set your tea cup to the side and played with your fingers for a moment.

“I—” You started, finding your voice catching in your throat. “I wasn’t alone in captivity.” Elena didn’t make a comment to your admittance and the silence stretched on. You took a deep breath. “I got stuck with Dream of the Endless and we may or may not have had a truce on our abrasive affairs and now that we’re free again I’m afraid of retaliation because he is angry. I haven’t been this weak in thousands of years, he could obliterate me with a single look.”

Elena blinked once, then twice, ruminated what you had spoken, and leaned back in her seat. It was widely known that you had an ongoing tiff with Dream of the Endless, certainly among the witch communities. A witch did not get involved with an Endless and not become the topic of discussion. However, no one had thought that you and he would so openly express your dislike for each other. It had been the topic of discussion for decades, certainly after the incident in 1815. Everyone knew that you two would have an explosive argument should you cross paths again… but for you and he to be trapped together for 106 years?

“Well if you didn’t kill each other in that time I certainly don’t think you hate each other anymore,” Elena murmured in comment. You reluctantly admitted to yourself that you didn’t in fact, hate Dream of the Endless. Quite the opposite actually.

“I could have easily forgiven his moronic pride, if he had not mortified mine that night,” You whispered, hunching in place. “It all seems so stupid now. I can’t even remember the exact reason why we started hating each other.”

“I forgot that you were friends with Jane,” You chuckled and shook your head.

“Who do you think inspired Mr. Darcy? I have to admit I may have gone overboard on the ideas while having luncheon with Miss Austen…”

“Regardless of your influence over Pride and Prejudice, dear, I don’t think that Dream is interested in harming you in any way.”

“You weren’t there, Elena,” You reminded her. “Dream, he’s so angry and after Jessamy’s death… his resentment has only grown for those that have crossed him. I believe I am at the top of that list.”

“If the Dream Lord wanted you dead he’d have done it the moment that binding circle was broken,” Elena reminded you, then she decided to break the news to you. “He’d also not repeatedly call upon your location every day for the last month with the desperation of a love lorn Mr. Darcy.”

You snorted your next sip of tea and proceeded to have a coughing fit as your heart seized in your chest. He was calling for your location every day? Oh gods, oh gods. Your face went pale and for a moment your coughs threatened to turn into gags. Fear ebbed down your spine and the world dropped away from you. Elena called your name, drawing you from a moment of panic.

“There is no malignancy behind his calls, dear, like I said, desperation is the emotion strongest felt.” Elena reassured you, patting your knee at the sign of your physical shakes. “Surely one hundred years of progress towards a better relationship wouldn’t go down the drain simply because you were finally freed from your confines…”

“Elena he’s an Endless,” You enunciated to her like it would make a difference in the witch’s mind.

“Yes,” The woman replied quaintly. “An Endless that has ravaged the earth in search of the one whom he spent a century with and now seeks with desperation.”

“What is there to chase after?” You questioned her. “A skeleton that finds food repulsive?” You then gestured to your body. “In what realm would I be in any shape to be in the presence of an Endless?”

“Well you certainly aren’t getting better by yourself, dear,” Elena chided you. “You are a witch, not a waif. Start acting like it.” Your eye flashed with your magic at Elena and you were about to go off on her when an explosive ripple disturbed the peaceful village. Stiffening in your seat, your fingers clutched your tea cup until your knuckles turned white.

“What did you do?” You questioned hoarsely. Elena was unperturbed by the change in aura of the village.

“What you are stubbornly refusing to acknowledge, child,”

“I’m not a child,” You bit out, your eyes sparking dangerously with the pitiful whips of your magic. How hypocritical for her to call you a child!

“Perhaps not, but you are acting like one.” The witch replied coolly. “Tis time to face your fears before they consume what flesh you have left.” Trembling in your seat and unsure if it was from anger or fear, you slowly set your tea cup down. You could only feel the tumultuous energy coming off the Endless, you couldn’t pick up the distinctive emotions however, and would be walking into this blind. Your fingers picked at the thick cardigan covering your frail body and you shakily got to your feat.

You didn’t bother giving Elena a look at this point for the witch had turned her attention to a book and was clearly ignoring you now… so you shuffled towards the door of her home. When you reached for the door handle, you noticed your hand was shaking and cursed at yourself for being so weak. Where had the confident you who could stand up to Dream of the Endless and shout in his face without fear of repercussion gone? Chained up one hundred years in the past, you believe.

Opening the door, you continued to shuffle with your head down and hand clutching the thick wool around your shoulders. As you approached the brooding Endless you dared not raise your gaze and gave no word to those in the coven that had gathered the moment Dream had arrived. Stopping short of him by several feet, you kept your lips pressed together in refusal to speak. You couldn’t make things worse if you did not speak. Silence seemed to stretch out for eternity, that is until Dream moved into your view. You still chose to stare at his boots.

“You have been hiding from me,” His smooth and beautiful voice rang out in an accusatory tone, but not even that had you firing back in equal challenge. You simply replied in a soft demure voice that gave nothing away to the Endless.

“And you find that surprising?” Nothing. Not even a whisper of rage from your spoken words. What was going on inside that complex (or rather simpleton) mind of his? A pale hand appeared in your vision and you unconsciously flinched away. You couldn’t see the reaction of Dream to your reaction, but every witch around could. He had not liked that you flinched away from him. But nothing came of your action and the Dream Lord simply remained in place, giving you the space you clearly wished for.

“After our time together, yes, I expected a vastly different one than you disappearing from the scope of the realms.” In other words, he hadn’t expected you to disappear on him like a frightened hare. “We need to talk.”

“Do we?”

“Indeed,”

“I’d rather not,”

“You’ve had more than enough time to wallow, Maga,” You wanted to snap at him for that comment because you were not wallowing, but numbly recovering… but you couldn’t bring yourself to go off on him. But you could stubbornly refuse to look at him… that bothered the Endless, that bothered the Endless a great deal. “Very well, if you do not wish to speak here, then we shall speak elsewhere.”

Your eyes went wide and your head finally snapped up, but it was too late. Sand swirled around your body, obscuring your vision of Dream and that of the small Romanian town, and before you knew it you were standing within the Dreaming throne room. He did not!

“I am not dealing with this right now,” You angrily whispered, whipping around and scuttling towards the nearest exit. Morpheus was quick to follow your footsteps, angry at your refusal to talk.

“You hid from me,” Dream accused you, following in your footsteps. You ignored his accusation and hurried down a winding hall you could have sworn you saw an exit to… on the next turn the exit appeared to disappear and you found yourself deeper in the palace. You ground your teeth together and stomped your foot.

“Stop playing games with me!” You shouted at the ceilings. “I just want to go—” Home. You didn’t have a home anymore. Fine then, you’d just continue walking until Dream left you alone, surely he’d tire of such devotion eventually. You were, after all, just a menial witch who irked him. But alas, the more you walked, the faster your steps became, the Endless continued to follow you regardless. “Why won’t you just leave me alone!”

“Perhaps I shall once you inform me of the reason you left and hid from me,” Dream pressed, close on your heels and irritation quickly growing. He did not understand why you were being so obstinate with your being! Certainly when you were in such a state of frailness.

“And I don’t see how that is any of your business,” You puffed out, feeling fatigued and drained. Gods you were so weak. But you really wanted away from the being that could destroy you in a heart beat. “Just leave me alone,” You found an exit and strode out of the palace. Now you were in a garden, not exactly away from Dream since he was still following you, but it was better than being smothered by his presence. Then again the whole Dreaming was him. As long as you were there you were surrounded by him. You bat away a flower from your face, once again being reminded of how pitiful your body was. You really were a walking skeleton.

“Maga what happened between us during our time together—”

“Was just circumstance!” You snapped out over your shoulder. “Have you ever heard of trauma bonding?”

“Maga—”

“That’s not my name!” You shouted, turning a corner in the garden that led to a small clearing. But as you were about to storm towards the small fountain in the center, your foot caught an uneven stone. The weakness in your body meant that you didn’t have the muscle to catch yourself and you let out a yelp. So you began falling in a weak heap, but rather than flop to the ground cold hands caught you and swung you around.

You stumbled for but a moment before finding yourself within the arms of Dream and leaning against his chest. You were breathing heavily, having well exerted the limited energy you had and on the verge of tears. Why couldn’t you just have a peaceful life after everything you’d experienced in the last century? Your fingers dug into his jacket as your frustration finally began snapping.

“I am tired, Dream, I am tired, and worn down and I just want peace,” You spoke out, nearly in tears. “But I can’t have peace as long as you are there, taunting me with vengeance and wrath. How many decades have we spent at each others throats now? At what point will you finally tire of my antics and banish me to darkness?? I can’t keep—!”

“I apologize,” His words cut off your tear stained tirade and silenced any further thoughts. Dream of the Endless had just apologized. Freezing in place, you trembled and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Perhaps he had finally cracked and lost his mind? “I apologize for the duress and agony I have caused you over the centuries and regretfully know not the very reason for the start of our tiff.”

“Have you finally gone mad?” You whispered hoarsely.

“It is only fitting since I favor the Mad Witch of Carthage,” You hadn’t been called that in nearly two thousand years. All remnants of your existence had burned when Carthage fell. Finally you looked up at him, and your jaw nearly dropped. What should have been a proud and petulant stare was hindered by red. He’d been crying. Dream brought a hand up to your cheek and traced the enunciated bone. “I think it’s time you stop hiding in the shadows, Y/N.”

He didn’t give you time to question the meaning behind his words and simply acted. Utilizing the immense power now at his disposal, Dream easily recharged your magic stores to the brim. But he didn’t stop there, he took it upon himself to return you to the healthy state he remembered. Full cheeks, beautiful curves, and sharp eyes. Instantaneously you felt better, felt revived, and it was because of Dream.

“Dream—” You were whisked from the garden in a shroud of sand. Reappearing in the palace, you had to take a moment to take in the fact that Dream had just supercharged you. “I think you went a little overboard.”

“It was mine to over do for my folly,” Dream replied as you raised your own hand and brushed your fingers beneath his red stained eyes.

“You’ve been crying,” You noted, displeased by the notion. “Who upset you this time?”

“You did,” Your eyebrow went up as Dream’s fingers gently took yours. “I have found myself despondent over your absence as you have captured my heart and the only comfort I feel comes from you.” He was exaggerating, surely, but your mind was quick to remind you of all the times he had spent within your arms. “Or have you so easily forgotten me in fear of retribution?”

“You know what fear does to people and not even I am exempt from that.” You admitted, eyes flickering to the side. “And I am not presumptuous to think I know what you are thinking or feeling, Dream.”

“You know exactly what I am thinking, Y/N, for how many dreams have we spent together alone?” Innumerous, that you knew. All you remembered from the nights you spent within his realm were tense moments filled with an unstable power dynamic and romantic tension that made Lizzie and Mr. Darcy’s issues menial.

“I hate you, always have,” You bluffed, crossing your arms and turning your head to look elsewhere.

“And I you, vehemently,” Dream replied with a curl in his lips. “Yet here we are,”

“Entirely your fault,”

“Which you instigated,”

“The gall you have,” Your eyes were sparking now, the fire that had been nearly snuffed out returning. “It never runs out does it?”

“You’re still here,”

“Because I find your irritation somewhat amusing.”

“And your fire is ravishing,” Now you remembered why he vexed you so.

“I would like nothing but to shut you up, do you know that?” You growled at him, stepping up to him and getting in his face. He smirked at you, enjoying the way your fear evaporated to nothing. His Mad Witch was back.

“You are welcome to fix that if you dare,” Your eye twitched this time, and Dream pushed you one step further. “Maga,” You lunged at him. You were atop the Endless in seconds, pinning him to the floor of room with blazing eyes and teeth bared.

“You have to be the most irritating, sorrel brained, ninnyhead I’ve ever met!” You hissed in his face.

“That is the best insult you can think of?” You pressed your hand over the Endless’ mouth and growled.

“Not another word! Gods you irate me to no end! If it’s not your stupid little smirk or your stupid fluffy hair or even your inane eyes, it’s your loathsome presence!” You were in his face, snarling and just short of mauling the Endless… and all the Endless could do was look at you like you had single handedly hung the moon and stars within the Dreaming. You grabbed the side of Dream’s face and glared, well you tried to glare, but you couldn’t hold your composure for much longer. “I loath you the most out of everyone I have ever had the displeasure of loathing,” You finally hissed.

“I could say the same—” You didn’t let the Dream Lord finish his sentence. Rather than let him mouth off to you and irritate you more, you simply mashed your lips against his mouth to shut him up. You roughly kissed the Endless and enjoyed the sweet silence that proceeded, greedily sank your fingers into his black hair, and just all around enjoyed being the one in control for once. When Dream thought to take control of the rather debauched kiss by placing a hand upon your cheek you immediately pulled back and snatched his wrist. You pressed it to the floor beside his head with another glare.

“I don’t think so,” You spit out, lips tingling from the taste of stardust. “You are always in charge, I want my turn.” Dream had a hard time focusing on anything other than your mouth which was divine, but your words he heard loud and clear.

“Your turn?” He repeated in amusement, rather enjoying this side of you. “Very well, Y/N. Have your turn.” You were leaning back down before he could give you another infuriating smirk. You kissed him just as hard as before, over and over until your lips were stinging. Then you moved onto the beautiful line of his jaw while your fingers dug into obsidian strands and pulled hard. Neck was exposed to you and you happily ran your tongue along Dream’s jugular. Even his skin tasted like it was sculpted from the cosmos. You pressed your face into his neck and sealed your mouth against his skin in happiness.

After dealing with such a condescending and irritating Endless for centuries you wanted physical payback and what better way to do so than to mark your territory? So you went about suck and biting at porcelain skin, blooming marks of possession you would lovingly adore later. But now? Now you just wanted to have control for once. Your fingers dug into his clothing and your magic easily reduced the cloth to stardust that shimmered into the abyss. The moment your eyes set themselves upon his glorious body you were salivating.

You hadn’t taken the time to observe his form in that basement, your pride and anger had stopped you from ogling the Endless… but now? Now you were going to explore each and every crease and curve with your tongue. And so you did, revealing in the tautness of Dream’s skin and the infinitely powerful muscles that lay beneath. Tongue sliding across his pale skin, you let your lips and nose brush against porcelain skin to hear the soft moons from the Endless beneath you. It was so delicious.

Shimmying yourself down his body, you briefly lifted your gaze to see Dream’s face. His jaw was clenched, no doubt in an effort to not reverse your position and take you like you both wanted. What a good boy he was being. You softly chuckled and caressed the curves on his hip bones.

“You’re being so good for me, my lord,” You praised him, devilish fingers undoing his dark jeans at a painfully slow pace. Electric blue sparking with glimmering stars caught the edge of your vision as you hooked your fingers around his jeans and briefs. You couldn’t help your proceeding snicker when you tugged the rest of his clothes free from your prize. You had every inkling that the rest of him was just as beautiful, but your lips parted the moment your eyes dropped down.

“Do you enjoy torturing beings, Y/N?” You chucked at Dream’s disgruntled comment and glided your fingers across his hipbones. Your lips curved into a smirk when you purposefully allowed your fingers to stroke his cock.

“Torturing?” You questioned leisurely, “Since when is it a crime to adore something so beautiful? Be grateful that I am feeling impatient this day.” Ignoring the dream lord’s petulant stare, you wrapped your fingers around Dream’s cock and stroked it. It swelled beneath your touch and you gleefully gave it a lick. Dream quivered beneath you, holding himself back as your devilish touch incited the most pleasurable of feelings within his physical body. Now if only he could feel your mouth. You gave the Endless no such luxury, happily (and purposefully) stroking him up and down with your hand because payback was delicious and you wanted him to squirm before you’d wreck him with your mouth.

So you delicately ran your fingertips up Dream’s throbbing cock, delicately of course because a light touch was often far more effective. Dream growled deep in his throat, fingers almost twitching against the floor in need of sinking into your hair. You were a cruel witch at times. Cruel enough to purposefully ignore the throb in his cock and the precum dripping down.

“Y/N,” He called, his voice deep yet stressed by the underlying pleasure you so dutifully and vindictively pulled from his body.

“Let me worship,” You whispered, drawing your lips along his length. The heat from your mouth was enough to make the endless groan, and that precious sound was melodious to your ears. “So pretty you are for me.” You murmured, tracing your lips up to the throbbing head. “And all mine.” As you whispered that last word you let your lips part to engulf the tip of his cock and sweetly (vindictively) gave it a kiss.

“You play with fire,” Dream growled to you, his fingers inching across the floor. Your hair was right there, easy and ripe for tugging. Beautiful. He wanted to stroke your face and watch his cock disappear down your throat, but knowing you he wouldn’t get that pleasure this day. His hips bucked against your touch and mouth and you instantly pressed your free hand down against his him.

“Then watch me burn,” You purred, holding his hip in place lest he took more than you’d allow. He wasn’t expecting that response from you, clearly, and you gave him no time to contemplate your response. Stroking up his throbbing cock, your lips enveloped the head of his cock for but a moment… then you pushed your head down to take all of him. Throat flexing around Dream’s thick cock, you sucked and bobbed your head slowly. You wanted to savor the moment of having Dream of the Endless at your mercy.

He was delicious. You could feel the full brunt of power he was holding back just for you, and could appreciate that he was giving you this honor. Certainly after you both had been trapped for a century… Yet you had never truly imagined what he would taste like under your tongue. You certainly tasted the cosmos, he was build from the brightest nebulas and the darkest of black holes, but there was a touch of stardust wonder that left you floating. Dreams and stars, what an exquisite combination.

“Beloved,” Dream called once more, the ground beneath your bodies trembling from his outracing power struggling to remain at bay. A shiver went up your spine at the endearment for that pleased you and made your stupid witch heart swell happily, but you were on a mission! Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked harder and ran your hand up and down his swelled cock. Everything around you trembled as the Endless reached a stunning climax, his cock quivering in your throat before the rush of hot seed flowed. You swallowed it all, stroking Dream through his orgasm while pulling your head back in satisfaction.

“That’s a start,” You happily purred, drawing so you were hovered over the naked Endless. His intense blue eyes ringed in silver stared hard into yours in astonishment. That was a start for you? You giggled and settled your hand on his hip once more, pushing your fingers up his chest to stroke his skin. “There is much I wish to explore,” With you. You left those words unsaid but they echoed in the room and within Dream’s eyes.

“Do as you wish though may I have the privilege of touching you?” He queried, aching to touch and stroke you from the very center of his being. It really was tortuous to feel such exquisite pleasure from you and not be allowed to do the same. You blinked at him in consideration, then your lips quirked to the side. His attention was engrossed in the soft sheen of them.

“You may, but only my legs,” You called, lounging on him and tracing his jaw with your finger. He really was so unbearably gorgeous. “You go any higher and I stop.” Dream’s eyes washed full silver for a moment before his touch tentatively brushed against your lower thigh. You gave him a pleased smile and took his face in hand, pushing your fingers through the hair you already mussed. “Good boy,” You breathed, mouth mere centimeters from his. Then you kissed him once more.

Mouths crushed together Dream wasted no time swiping his tongue along your lips. He didn’t care that you had his cock down your throat only seconds previously, he adored your vexatious mouth. So he licked at your tongue, pulled it into a dance with yours, and feasted off the beautiful and precious moans that floated up from your vocal cords. But how his hands clenched your legs, itching to dig into your hair, or hold your cheeks just as fervently as you grasped his. Your kisses grew sloppy as you heaved for breath but that didn’t stop you because you wanted so much more. Keeping one hand buried in midnight logs, you allowed your other to wander over Dream’s stardust chest. A rumble came from the chest you stroked and the Endless nipped at your lips, tugging on your lower lip until you gasped.

“Let me appreciate,” You scolded him, eyes flickering open as you gazed intently into his. Your faces were still pressed together, lips touching, forehead pressed and noses mashed together, but your eyes were talking. “I want to worship.” At your whispered words the hands on your thighs tightened and his muscles trembled in restraint. It was taking everything he had to give you that.

“And I wish to feel you,” Dream spoke softly, his eyes glimmering with stars. You brushed your thumb along his cheek and felt your own body ache terribly. With a flicker of magic your clothes melted away with shimmers of silver.

“And you will my love,” You replied, lifting your body and feeling your aching cunt rest upon Dream’s throbbing cock. It felt serendipitous. So you rolled your hip to press your body further into that delicious flesh of his, marveling once again, at how gorgeous Dream of the Endless was. While you were slicking your folds up and enjoying the little sparks of pleasure from the contact between his cock and your clit, Dream couldn’t keep his eyes off your body. He had only gotten glimpses of your corpselike body while trapped with you, but seeing your body healthy and glowing like this? Padded in all the best places?

You shimmied your hips a few more times, enjoying the little sparks of pleasure bursting from your flesh. If was, perhaps, a little selfish of you to just enjoy the feeling of being on top for once because with the way Dream’s fingers were digging into your legs you were going to have bruises. A thought you actually liked. You kissed his jaw, allowing your lips to linger upon his flesh while you stroked his torso. Then your fingers glided across his pelvic bone before dipping between your bodies. You curled your fingers around his swelled and twitching cock and rubbed the head against your soaked cunt. Rising up onto your knees, you stared directly into Dream’s eyes while sinking onto his cock.

You nearly collapsed from the way his cock stretched your tight walls out. Over a century of abstinence had left your body tight and strung up, and your walls burned viciously while stretching to accommodate Dream’s length. Yet it felt oh so delicious as your body fully took very inch he had to give. When you were fully seated you raised an eyebrow at Dream unable to help yourself.

“Is that better pretty boy?” You cooed to him, bending down and brushing your lips over his but not allowing him the pleasure of a kiss. Dream’s eye twitched at your taunting words. Your audacity knew no ends… yet the Endless didn’t seem to mind.

“Pretty… boy…” He rumbled at you, eyes flashing silver again. You grinned sweetly at him.

“Oh, my bad, I meant beautiful boy,” You softly whispered, licking at the sharp curve of Dream’s jaw. His touch upon your thighs drew up, not breaking your rule, but getting close to. You nuzzled his neck. “You are a very very beautiful boy.” As you praised the Dream Lord, you slowly rolled your hips. A beautifully soft moan slipped past Dream’s lips and that brought a smile to your own. Gazing down at the Endless beneath you, you shove your fingers back into his dark hair and lightly pulled your nails through the strands.

It was pleasurable agony. Pleasure because you felt like hot silk wrapped around Dream’s cock, squeezing his cock so tightly every time your hips rolled or you rose up… but absolute agony for you were right there. Naked. Filled with ecstasy. Your beasts softly bouncing with each ride you made. Dream just wanted to touch you, hold you, place his mouth upon your soft breasts and suck on your breasts until you sang sweetly for him. But the Mad Witch of Carthage was a cruel Mistress to have, and yet Dream was entirely bewitched.

So he grudgingly watched as your head dropped back in pleasure and you pressed your remaining hand against your breast. Well you said he couldn’t touch above your legs, but you had said nothing about moving his own body beneath you. Eyes glowing silver, the next time you let your hips fall, Dream bucked up into you. His cock buried itself into your body so deeply that a sharp burst of lightning ricocheted through your limbs and you twitched with a ragged gasp.

You fell forward onto your forearm with shaking thighs, eyes staring into Dream’s intense ones. You wanted to go off on him for taking more than you’d given him, but it felt so good that you just leaned forwards and pressed your face into his neck with rasping moan. It was still agony for Dream to not be able to touch you the way he wished but the mere fact that you clung to him so close was sweet enough. So he continued to buck up into you with soft grunts and growls, feeling close to ecstasy.

Breathing heavily and teetering on the brink, you didn’t care who was in control as the threat of orgasm prickled your limbs and made white hot heat flood your legs. It all became too much for you to handle. Spine bowing upwards, you stiffed as your muscles clenched. For several seconds you hung there, captivated by pure ecstasy rippling through your body and filling you with a warmth that felt comforting.

As the weight of your body collapsed fully onto Dream, he bucked up into you warm and gushing cunt for a few more moments. Then he found his own release and let out a drawn groan when your walls flexed and fluttered around him. He expected you to make some more off handed quips at him, or perhaps taunt him into irritation, but you remained limp against his body.

“Y/N?” Dream softly spoke, raising a hand to brush against your messy hair. You didn’t move even as he ran his fingers through your hair. He tentatively touched upon your consciousness, you’d fallen asleep. Dream chuckled to himself. “So you have finally worn yourself out with all your ferocity, beloved?” You didn’t respond, naturally, but the Endless half expected you to wake up and go off on a rampage about the cheek of him to say such a thing.

Shifting in place, and reluctantly letting his cock to slide from your body, Dream effortlessly brought you into his arms while rising to his feet. He had returned your body and magic to its former glory, yes, but you were mentally spent and in need of a good rest. So he carried you over to a large bed constructed in the room just for you and settled you down. He should leave you to your intimate dreams (that he would definitely spy on) but something within him longed for the embrace and comfort of your body. So he joined you, gathering you in his arms once more and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You stirred, drawn from your dreams by the tight embrace of the Endless wrapped around your body. You had literally just spent 106 years locked up in a glass cage with the Endless and he was still seeking your arms? Your kiss stained lips twitched and you tiredly dragged your arm up to brush your fingers through his hair. The moment your fingers stroked across his scalp Dream tightened his grasp upon your body and pushed his face further into your neck. You hadn’t really thought out what you were going to do past getting to be the one in charge for a change. But you had to admit one thing, being in his arms like this felt quite nice.

Date Published: 10/9/23

Last Edit: 10/9/23

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seventhdoctor · 1 year ago

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Soulshipping rambling: Just how does Judai relate to his past life? How does that affect his relationship with Yubel?

Bunch of musing below, now updated with screenshots while I'm reposting stuff that never made it to tags because Tumblr is a functional website. I think this is the last repost but it's gonna be me yelling a lot about these two.

(Also, happy anniversary to these guys! GX episode 155 aired October 3, 2007.)

In their original lives Judai promised Yubel he’d only love them, after Yubel had already voluntarily become a monster dedicated to protecting him. In the present Judai remembers their past lives while Yubel is trying to destroy the universe, tortured into insanity by a combination of his mistake and the Light of Destruction’s corruption.

Before Judai remembers, he only sees Yubel as his mess that he has to clean up - if any emotional attachment remains, it's buried within his memory twice over. But once he remembers, he instantly flips from "you’re evil and deluded and I will stop you at any cost" to "I accept your love (metaphorically), you need healing and I will risk my entire existence to help you."

(Episode 153, after Yubel explains Spell Chronicle)

(Episode 155, Judai chooses to do that. I haven't stopped thinking about this moment since my rewatch)

What exactly is he thinking at that moment when he flips? The decision to fuse with Yubel is about taking responsibility (growing up and redeeming himself for his mistakes) as well as - or even more than - a matter of love (acting on his feelings about Yubel). But also, there’s so many angles to what he’s feeling about those two things, and how much of each factors into exactly why he chooses to fuse their souls.

The flashback to their past lives is brief, less than three minutes of mostly exposition, and you don’t really get a full sense of just how much Judai connects with his past life beyond the line "I remember… They’re me and Yubel in our past lives" (paraphrased) before he watches his past self make that defining promise.

How much does he remember? Does he feel like a continuation of his past life in that moment, or like the next version of the young prince? I feel the answer to that question changes the meaning of his decision to fuse their souls together, in essence ensuring they can’t be separated again as a gesture of love and/or responsibility.

If he feels a sense of continuity with his past self, then that decision is a continuation of that promise to love Yubel, and an as-it-should-be reunion between guardian and guarded.

If he views his past self as someone connected to but separate from himself, then continuing that promise is more of a decision he takes upon himself to stay connected to someone he still feels tied to.

...Or maybe not. Maybe it’s simply a sense of duty to someone he’s hurt, someone he promised to love in another life and feels obligated to love in the present.

(Judai's smile when remembering his friends transitions into a determined expression just before he declares a fusion of his and Yubel's souls. Also, get rekt Amon.)

How much responsibility does he feel to uphold the vows of his past self? How much responsibility does he feel to heal someone who’s been hurt badly because of his mistakes (which, to be fair, were made because Yubel was attacking his neighbors to begin with)? Complicating this question is the massive sacrifice Yubel made to become what they are, a transformation that persists through lifetimes all for Judai's protection.

Yubel is tied to the past in a way that Judai doesn't have to be. Does this change the nature of what Judai feels toward Yubel? Is loving Yubel Judai's obligation, his nature, or his choice? Can it be multiple of these things, or all three?

You could argue it's none of those things, really; you could say Judai owes Yubel nothing and doesn't care about Yubel at all, but simply fused with them to save his friends and the world. I think that interpretation ignores how Judai's attitude towards Yubel visibly changes once he remembers the true depth of their connection, though, and what that says about how he views them.

But without direct word about what Judai was thinking during this moment, in the end the exact feelings Judai has about Yubel and the fusion are a matter of interpretation and/or headcanon. Regardless, it leaves room for a lot of fascinating questions about how their past bears upon the present...which are never revisited for some reason.

Well, that's what fandom is for I guess. The only value I have to contribute to the GX fandom is yelling about Soulshipping so here I am.

#yugioh gx #yugioh series #meta #soulshipping #judai yuki #yubel #i wasn't sure i wanted to repost this #but you know what #i'm about to have a very exhausting october #so this is me treating myself #by making my love for reincarnation stories everyone else's problem #also thanks as usual to kaiowut99/GymLeaderLance99 for the subs #sorry i've run up the ep155 view count a ton for reference purposes

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bliss-wily · 4 months ago

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Not Ginyu Force but how would Dodoria be as a boyfriend?

Headcanons obvs.

Gender neutral, SFW, and under the cut of course~

Now I believe I may have touched on this before but of course I also can’t remember what I wrote and nor could I find it so I may have different thoughts. As usual if anyone else has said this before me I apologise, we must just think alike heheh.

Now to the headcanons, inspiration as usual is taken from official media such as the anime, manga, and games.

•I feel Dodoria would be a bit oblivious at times, it would be best to be straightforward with him. He’s smart but that doesn’t translate to romance.

•Dates would consist of viewing wrestling, buffets, or simply spending time around each other.

•Although the food may be…subpar. If I remember correctly Dodoria has an odd taste in food.

•I think Dodoria could be the jealous type, and given he’s short fused it would spell doom for anyone who dares to check out his other half.

•I think his little spikes would soften around his s/o. A random detail sure but I’ll include it.

•He would definitely be the talker in the relationship. He strikes me as being extroverted.

•I expect he probably doesn’t realise what an indoor voice is at times. Expect the man to shout if he’s annoyed or talking about something he’s passionate about.

•Now he would be away a lot I imagine, or at the very least spend a lot of time with Frieza. I would say expect voice messages or an equivalent over texts. I don’t think he would have the patience.

•Expect details on how he added another opponent to his body count, he is a vicious warrior who likes to get his hands dirty.

•But do expect rants about how annoying Zarbon is near daily. Got to have their rivalry in here somewhere.

•But I think he would be open to cuddling in private.

•Praise will likely fluster the man, he’s not used to it.

•And his attempts at flirting may be a bit awkward but he’s trying, I promise.

•Expect broken items, not on purpose. I believe at times Dodoria is like a bull in a china shop. I also believe he doesn’t know his own strength.

•He will learn his partner’s favourites though, and especially if it’s food, so things like candy will be noted.

I’m all out of headcanons for now.

#dbz #dragon ball #dragonball #Dodoria #frieza force #headcanon #answered ask #accept my nonsense!#5:12am #up at 8am for class #🫠#this is life~

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captmickey · 6 months ago

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A Sleeping Beauty type spell is falling over the Valley of Daventry, sending everyone to sleep. Some are able to stay awake longer than others. POV: one of the guards.

The sounds of metallic pointed boots clacking against the marble floor reverberated through the empty hallway. It was muscle memory at this point, he thought… to patrol around the castle and make sure the defenses were still up, that the maids and butlers were unbothered, that the guards were doing their job and that the king was protected. But for as much as the route was familiar, his reasoning to do as such was different than usual.

He was on a patrol (of sorts) to see if anyone was awake… if anyone was in need of help.

A chuckle escaped his throat. He didn’t think he would miss the reasoning of his old routine but here he was lamenting for a time that isn’t there.

Number Two stopped for a moment and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had long since left his helmet back in his own office, finding it counterproductive to stop, take off his helmet, yawn or what have you, put it back on and repeat the gesture in little under ten minutes.

He could hear Number One reprimanding him, saying that doing such a thing was both reckless and a personal endangerment, and… to an extent, he knew his Captain was right, but at this moment, he really could not care. Not when most, if not everyone, in Daventry were in a deep slumber. There were a select few that, somehow, by some miracle, were not inflicted (himself being one of them), and those few were the ones trying to break whatever it was that was happening.

Let alone trying to figure out why they were spared and how to cure everyone.

In the distance, he heard the faint sounds of muttering as though to be respectful of those asleep and not raise their voice. Number Two stopped and quickly moved to find who was talking, feeling a small bubble of hope in his chest that maybe someone else woke up, but when he turned the corner, he found an exhausted Number One talking to an equally exhausted Graham. The bubble sadly popped, but at least there was some comfort that those two were awake.

“And I’m telling you it's reckless.” Number One said, his helmet tucked under his arm.

“Staying in the castle and not looking for a means to end this is just as reckless.” Graham countered. “And you know that as well as I do.”

Number One tightened his lip and exhaled through his nose. A sound that meant that he agreed, but didn’t want to. He turned his gaze away and it fell onto Number Two, his expression softening just a little before going back to being firm.

“Number Two?” Number One spoke up. “Where’s you– why are you without your helmet again?”

“I got tired of taking it on and off to yawn.” Number Two shrugged, walking over to the others.

“I think that was your most straight-forward answer yet.” Graham pointed out.

“You’d be surprised how often I do that, yet not a one of you believe me.” He smiled after yawning. “What’s going on here?”

“I should ask you that, considering you’re on patrol.” Number One said. “Do you have a report?”

“I asked first.”

Number One rolled his eyes in annoyance, his already exhausted state was making his infamously short fuse even shorter.

He didn’t want to anger his friend further and shook his head. “Number Three fell asleep.”

The two looked at him wide eyed with a horrified gasp, leaving Number Two to look away for a moment, to try and recompose himself.

“Well, I told you my report. What were you two murmuring about?”

“I’m going to investigate the Enchanted Forest for any help.” Graham answered. “I don’t know why the Enchantress did what she did, or if it’s because of me–”

“It’s not.” The two of them answered curtly.

“But,” Graham continued, “there has to be a way to reverse this.”

“The very same Enchantress that could be residing in those very woods.” Number One angrily pointed out.

“A little unsafe, don’t you think lad?” Number Two frowned.

“Yeah… but I can’t sit down in complacency either.” Graham frowned, his hands on his hips as he swayed a little on the balls of his feet before looking at Number Two. “And if it was me… maybe I can fix this.”

“For the love of…!” Number One rubbed the bridge of his nose before glaring at him. “You did nothing to prompt that witch.”

It was true, Number Two thought. Supposedly, according to one of the villagers who stayed awake just long enough to warn Graham, an Enchantress came to the middle of town, did an incantation, and knocked everyone into a slumbering stupor.

No rhyme, no reason.

One by one, they all fell asleep. One by one, the bridling energy they once had felt like they hadn’t slept in eons.

It just made the small dagger in his chest turn slightly, recalling him trying to desperately shake Number Three awake, to try and get her to wake up… and looking now at Number One, he feared either one of them were about to sleep too. It was only a matter of time. He rubbed the back of his head as he took a deep breath and pushed that thought aside.

“I’ll join you.”

“What?!” Graham and Number One looked shocked.

“Ken–”

A growl from Number One.

“At least one of us needs to make sure the lad is safe. And if I’m perfectly honest, I think patrolling the castle is making me even more exhausted than this spell.” Number Two pressed on. “Let me join him in finding a way to stop this.”

“Are you sure?” Graham asked. “It’s outside the castle walls…”

“According to Addendum 459018, a Royal Guard may accompany a Monarch on a dangerous journey.” Number One butted in. “So I suppose we will be joining you, Pockets.”

“You just made that addendum up.” Number Two smirked.

“You have no way to prove it.” Number One side-eyed him as he slipped his helmet back on. “Now go gather your helmet and meet us at the front.”

Graham watched as Number One went ahead and he turned his attention to Number Two, giving a warm smile as he mouthed ‘thank you’ to the Second in Command before rushing after the Captain.

He was tired. Bone tired. But for once, Number Two felt a second wind course through him.

#mickey writes #kings quest #FICLET MY LEFT BUTT OTL

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destinygoldenstar · 7 months ago

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Fusing Total Drama Characters In Sims 4 (Part 1)

I’m fusing Total Drama characters in Sims 4 using the genetic mechanic.

Why?

I don’t flipping know. Why not?

I’m gonna do EVERY pairing possible. This post is just gonna be however long Tumblr allows for images.

So let’s just get into it.

I’m using my own TD Sims for this. They’re in the Gallery if you want them. As well as all these pairings and sims that get generated. So what you want.

Owen + Gwen

Here’s my Owen Sim. Here’s my Gwen Sim.

I tried to make them as show accurate as possible. So they have the shows… odd proportions.

That’s kinda what I like about Gen 1’s designs. They’re so odd, you know. You remember them. Even if they look really weird. You remember them.

Also, these sims are mod-less. I don’t use CC. So anyone can use these if you have the game. Don’t worry about that.

Im gonna use the genetics mechanic. If you don’t know, it’s the ‘Play With Genetics’ option. It’s gonna take the DNA of both these sims and make a new sim. Im gonna select both of these sims and have the ‘create their child’ setting. And Im gonna age the sim they generate up into a teen.

Im gonna do a boy and a girl.

Let’s see what Sims comes up with…

OH… MY GOD…

Yeah I already regret this 😂

I mean I will give it this… they have personality.

They’re both blonde. But assuming Gwen’s hair is dyed I’m not surprised. At least the girl has some of her facial structure… and eyeshadow? I think??

I randomized their names and two personality traits too.

The boys name is Iker. He’s lacrosse intolerant & active.

The girls name is Hana. She’s materialistic & an animal enthusiast.

The materialistic trait SCREAMS Total Drama.

Owen + Heather

I think my Heather Sim is my best of these that I made.

I tried to give her a hairstyle that combines her hairstyles throughout the show. Considering she changes about every season. And I think this one looks superb on her.

Plus I’ve always headcanoned that as an adult she’d have her hair in a bob cut like this.

So let’s see what Sims comes up with…

Okay.

That boy is literally just Owen again. It’s down to a T. He has a tanner skin shade though and idk where that came from

They’re both blonde. So Owen clearly has the dominant hair color. I kinda wish the girl resembled Heather a bit more.

The boys name is Darrin. He’s a foodie & erratic. (Again, Owen down to a T)

The girls name is Roxana. She’s squeamish & a geek. (Her name is pretty, but that’s an odd trait choice for this setup)

Owen + Duncan

This genetic mechanic also works for ANY Sim pairing.

What’s great about the sims is the complete lack of LGBT limitations. Especially this version.

Say what you want about Sims 4. This is refreshing compared to other games.

Okay, let’s see what Sims comes up with…

Okay, not what I expected.

I can’t tell if the boy is more Owen or Duncan. I’d say he looks perfectly in the middle.

I love that he randomly got generated with the nose piercing XD

The girl just straight up does not resemble Duncan AT ALL. She looks way too wholesome of a person. I mean, I guess the bow matches his eyes, but other than that. (She also has lipstick)

The boys name is Sage. He’s a geek and self absorbed.

The girls name is Ciera. She’s a dance machine & good.

Now I know she REALLY doesn’t resemble Duncan. She’s a wholesome character according to the game.

Also, the game decided her name was Ciera… I mean it’s spelled differently I guess.

Owen + Leshawna

I will say Leshawna is probably the sim I’m the least happy about when designing. Idk why she just doesn’t give her vibe, you know? I tried.

Let’s see what Sims comes up with…

Okay, WOW

I’m gonna say it. I’m IN LOVE with the girl. This girls looks SO FASHIONABLE. I can’t. That’s too good.

The boy is kinda whatever. Why he has a bun, idk. But he’s way more of a slob I feel XD

Their skin tone seems to be a mixed race. Leaning more towards Leshawna. Which I do like and prefer.

The girls name is Marina. She’s good & a perfectionist.

Again. Love her.

The boys name is Marcelo. He’s a dog lover & a vegetarian.

Owen + Geoff

This is the last one for today.

I think this one is gonna look the most similar out of all of them. Just cause these two look so similar already.

Let’s see what Sims comes up with…

Okay…

The boy? Absolute TRAINWRECK of a design. I’m sorry. This body type? The short shoulders? The complete mismatch? NO. AND they absolutely botched his facial structure.

The girl looks okay. She looks pretty casual. I like that she’s more plus sized. She also has this dyed hair. If you can see the ends of her hair are more pale. I like that.

The boys name is Trevor. He’s an overachiever & romantic.

Really? With THAT face is he gonna find love?

The girls name is Jacqueline. She’s an insider & a music lover.

Alright. That’s all for now. I’ll do more pairings if you want.

Say these generated sims were on a team on a show. What’s their team name?

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims #the sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #my sims #simblr #the sims #total drama #total drama oc #td owen #Td gwen #td heather #td duncan #td leshawna #td geoff #total drama island #total drama action #total drama world tour

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myrfing · 1 year ago

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this isn't in that list of Qs but you said gourd was obsessed with fray. TELL ME MORE

THE frayknower asks….SORRY for the late answer and for the fact this is going to be uber convoluted head sauce. also to fray because it’s kind of gnarly for him and selfish on gourd’s part though there’s no way for it to not be. world’s most co-opted corpse of all time

OK to preface gourd spends all of the time from the Calamity to post-SB in a bizarre and extreme denial of the fact that the band of mercenaries that raised him (bar one, who vanished) all got blown up at cartenau. he essentially “convinces” himself they’re still alive and had just been delayed in their return, which is why he takes off run circles around eorzea. you don’t have to recieve bad news or be left alone waiting for your loved ones if you run first right—so he does and maintains this thought that he still has a place to belong, that he’ll eventually return to, and everything will return to the way it was. cue years of stagnating as a person, not wanting to find his own selfhood, and refusing to form any deeper and lasting bonds with other people because he didn’t want to change and shatter this illusion. he’s polite, distant, tells nobody anything, and lives life as (to himself) a passive observer who also thinks it’d be fine if he just died somewhere along the road and never Found Out. he also thinks he has an obligation to live, like his life doesn’t belong to himself but to the imagined person he was. BUT ALSO obviously it’s not like he can actually fully convince himself of the trick and all of this is really just a very thick muffler cased around a self that can’t help but be curious, to desire, to judge, to change and to be changed by others and to crave survival.

SO it’s heavensward and he finds a dead guy in the brume, our beautiful fray, and in my canon fray’s individuated soul still holds on to his body and crystal pretty much locked in the seconds before their death, so: REALLY juiced up on adrenaline, bleeding hatred, desperation, bitterness, and the animal terror of dying. it’s everything gourd doesn’t know how to feel but needs to feel and he pulls fray’s soul into his. in a near instant they converge and you get Repression Man fusing thoughts and emotions with Bleeding Man and gourd feels sooo alive at the moment fray is shocked breathless and confused in the impossible untethering from his self. he essentially steals the terror of fray’s death to feel alive.

and fray is perfect. fray is gut-wrenchingly attractive to him, to start, whatever that says about him. fray is angry at and for him for things he’d never think to be angry about. fray wants him to run and live in a way that only another person can want for another, and he knows it’s true every time. fray finds his existence unfair, just like he does. fray forgives him. fray desperately longs to return to those they loved; they are waiting for him. fray already knows everything about him. and fray is unattainable. he is dead. but he is a whole other person and he can desire them as much as he wants without breaking the spell, because (in his mind) for everything he feels and wants, it has nowhere to go in the world where it can be seen and made real.

BUT OF COUARARSEEE it’s not that simple because fray’s thoughts and memories and feelings slowly trickle and flood back in as the raw fear of death and seperation subsides. and fray also puts a lot of his problems on gourd; he has a very “it was hideous to die like that only to have someone like you, ridiculously strong and touched by gods, stroll in a bell later and do the impossible, when all my anguish and everyone I have ever known could not change a thing” view of the situation. fray lived their whole life really craving the power to save anything and change anything and only in death and bound to someone else’s soul does he get it. fray plays out the fantasy of being able to escape his lot through him. fray can’t understand his passivity, struggles to reconcile their experiences with the fondness gourd has for the world, and wants this (what he initally thought was) child of god to forgive him too for being afraid and wanting to live and wanting to run in those final moments. and of course neither of them can hide a single thing for each other.

so they coexist in this miasma of nine trillion contradictions and gourd, guilty and obsessed, thinking of himself as an interloper, comes to want to give his life to fray the more he knows about him. it’s like, perfect to him. he can exchange his ghost of a life for someone else’s vivid one, who actually really wants to live and has people to return to, and he can do it content, having been given the opportunity to experience feelings he honestly thought he never would though fray. besides, he stole him anyway. and of course fray is like wtf wrong with you man. but at the same time the 2guys1brain means he gets it, he has to. and also gourd knows it’s true that fray, when all the pain of his death fades, knows he doesn’t want that and and GOURD has to understand that too. it’s a really weird experience. guy intent on living in his own isolated one man suddenly does the unthinkable of sharing body mind heart and soul with someone else.

anyway it’s really fucked up for sid and rielle too because he lets fray take the wheel sometimes suddenly but hasn’t explained anything (he does to rielle later) & kind of leeches off communions with sid just to attain more pieces of fray’s life. like their face. he never removed the helmet, he doesn’t know what fray looks like and the body is way decomposed by no, so he used sid’s memory to reconstruct it while sid had no idea why this random dude appeared covered in fray dust and constantly brings hom up and apparently has his soul stone and apparition popping out sometimes. sorry for feeling human vicariously through the tulpa of your dead best friend

#this is so long. THANK YOU FOR ASKING FOR REALLL FUCKKK FREE MY MAN FRAY HE DID ALL THAT BUT I LIKE HIM

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cerebralabyss · 1 year ago

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USELESS INFO I FEEL LIKE PUBLISHING!! and also just archiving on my blog 4 my own sake :D

here is the stories/reasons 4 all my alters’ names cuz they’re all weirdly significant in some way or another OR went thru a very long process 2 become the name it is today

putting it under cut cuz it’ll probably be longish

reffy & ramen - they both went thru different processes, but come from the same origin. VERY LONG STORY I AM NOT SHORTENING IT!!

we were finding a new collective name cuz our old one did NOT suit us at all!! and at the time, our understanding of our system was very different. we had a lot of trouble separating reffy/ramen cuz not having one host scared us, so ramen was a sort of “sub-alter” to reffy for a good while until we were comfy with the distinction.

we settled on the name remiel/ramiel, but couldn’t decide the spelling. we ended up using remiel collectively, but that name was also specific to reffy because again at the time afraid of deviating from host. so ramen ended up with the scrapped spelling!!

reffy - when we realized we in fact were not just one host, having reffy’s name as our collective name was rly confusing!! we ended up shortening it to “remy” for a rly long time. then, we ended up fusing the names “remy” and “maffy/maffal” (maffy is a sub-alter to reffy that we had treated as distinct for a while b4 realizing it wasn’t healthy for not fun reasons!!) so it became reffy!! and yes, reffy is short for reffal!! no one calls him that tho cuz it’s weird (other than dire cuz he’s strange but he only does that in private) (and sometimes jax scolds him using his full name cuz it’s funny)

fun fact: reffy decided 2 use the name reffy instead of remy in the vegetable section of a grocery store. very useful information ik (sarcasm)

ramen - this name didn’t end up getting changed till like a little over a year ago now!! they stuck with “ramiel” for a good while, purely because we have a dog tag with the name ramiel engraved on it and they didn’t want to change their name cuz then the dog tag would be WRONG!! but eventually they were like NO im CHANGING IT. the nickname “ram” rly stuck (since no one called them ramiel anyway cuz it was confusing with it being so close to the collective name) so took the ram and turned it into ramen like the instant noodles cuz enby behaviour (lh)

they actually considered the name “azriel” for a bit n couldn’t decide between that n ramen. ramen is much more fitting i could not IMAGINE IT BEING ANYTHING ELSE

(i’m writing this and im writing in third person to avoid confusion and it FEELS WEIRD!!!)

jax - ok i’m leaving out the context of my 2020 system yrs cuz it’s not rly relevant and complicated BUT!! this name came from back then. it came out of NOWHERE LIKE LITERALLY IT JUST POPPED INTO OUR HEAD LIKE “yea this guy… he’s jax” and i don’t know WHERE IT CAME FROM cuz we probably only ever heard that name less than 10 times our whole life. it’s RLY WEIRD but it kind of makes it feel oddly special cuz it just happened without us consciously thinking. like that’s just how the name was Meant 2 BE

his name has not changed a SMIDGE since then. he did end up deciding it’s short form 4 something else somewhere along the line, but only one non insys person& knows what it is cuz he’s weird abt it. it’s been years n he’s still keeping it a secret .. and no it’s not jackson !!! that’s ur one hint :3c

nuni - this one is kinda silly!! when we were like 8-12 our online alias name was our cat’s name and since nuni was the primary host at that time the name rly stuck with her. when she came out of dormancy a few yrs ago, we wanted to change it since it could get confusing differentiating our CAT from our HEADMATE so we went with a random nickname we called our cat!! idk where it came from exactly tbh,, but our parents still call our cat that sometimes like once in a blue moon and each time they do it feels SO WEIRD!!

dire - ima be real i know there was a reason behind this name but i can’t remember it 4 the life of me. none of us can it’s rly weird. just pretend this is an awesome cool backstory ok thx

BUT!!! there’s a neat story behind one of his many old names!!! he first developed/split as an oc introject, we called him “corgo” cuz he more closely resembled the comfort au version of said oc (which in hindsight was not a comfort au it was just the personification of the introject) and combined the word “comfort” with “margo” (the oc’s name)

driell - him n his sibling (who isn’t in our sys) both have names that r their parents’ names combined together n letters smushed around a lil bit!! his sisters name (alexis) is a combination of the specific alter names, and driell’s is a combination of collective names!!!

THIS WAS ACTUWLLY A LOT LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED i expected it 2 be long but i underestimate how much i love infodumping about my system WAYGYH. if u read this all the way thru it means the world 2 me u have no idea

i wanr to infodump abt system stuff more cuz it makes me happy :33 just worry abt clogging up my blog a bit :P

that’s it that’s all!!! good day 2 u

- 🖤

(🥀🎀🧸 co-con)

#plurality #crbrl sys.diary #crbrl ramen

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golvio · 2 years ago

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Concept: Post-TotK Ganon who’s settled into his new role as the god of the resident assassin mystery cult. He pops out of a flower like Malanya, as that’s what most gods who perform services in exchange for offerings do these days. However, instead of a Rafflesia, his flower is based on myriad carnivorous plants, given that there’s Malice instead of water inside and it basically functions like digestive enzymes (the sticky Sundew trim makes his flowers extra sparkly, so you can’t miss them even if you don’t notice the patch of dead vegetation/animal bones surrounding them). Watch out for the splash zone, because the Malice inside will melt and/or horrifyingly assimilate into your flesh upon contact.

Most minor deities ask for money, but he’s not like that at all! He just asks you for food. Several courses, most incorporating rare meat. Be warned, if he’s not starving, he can get very picky. Sometimes he will ask for something still alive. Don’t refuse him, you don’t want to make him mad.

He does favor jewels, particularly in his divine and chimerical form, now that there’s a lot more room to wear large ones. Some say he has a little bit in common with every monster he holds dominion over, others say his form shifts constantly, obscured by the darkness of night and lit only by weak moonlight. He can’t tolerate silver, it gives him hives. He also favors pearls, due to the method of their formation and because they, too, are found in the waters. The porous pearls that have darkened against his skin from absorbing his Malice are highly sought after in the occult black market, whether as raw ritual implements or crushed into pigments for use in painting sigils and talismans.

If you do everything right and he’s in a good mood, bring him the right materials and he’ll he’ll make your weapons beautiful and unbreakable…or fuse you into a horrifying chimerical abomination, if he thinks you’re too scrawny. Sure, the townsfolk will react to you in fear, but at least your base attack stat is up and your spells are stronger!

Do not ask him for a kiss. If you try anything funny without his permission and especially without the marks of favor he gives to his loyal worshippers, anything you paw at him with will be pulled back as a rapidly dissolving stump.

#legend of zelda #totk spoilers #totk thoughts #loz thoughts #ganon

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abyssruler · 2 years ago

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cupid’s chokehold

pairing/s: cyno, diluc, scaramouche x gn!reader

summary: it’s simple, really. one moment you’re laughing, the light of the sun brightening your features, and the next his heart is beating out of his chest, face warm and breaths short, an almost pleasant twist to his gut when you lean close. you look at him with fondness dancing in your eyes, and he realizes, oh, he might just be in love. or — the moment they find out they love you.

note: this is really just an excuse to write diluc being whipped, also this was supposed to include childe heizou and xiao but i lost motivation so here ya go!

CYNO

He finds it hard to believe that you’d be so incapable of writing a simple essay. You once admitted to him how you only got accepted into the Akademiya through sheer luck, but he didn’t believe it then. The Akademiya is known for its strict rules and thorough examination of every student it takes on.

But seeing you struggling not to plagiarize an essay is truly pushing his patience. He’s not one to snap or bark out harsh words to those undeserving of it — and he can think of no one more undeserving of his wrath than you — but it is frustrating to watch you stumble even at the easiest of assignments.

“I think I’ve got it! Oh, I made a little mistake on the spelling there, but this is the one that’ll blow my professors away! Cyno, can you proofread this for me?”

He’ll tell you later that he didn’t mean it, and you’ll accept it without hesitation with an accepting smile — but right now, the searing sun made worse by the humid weather makes a short fuse even for the most patient of saints.

“If you can’t do something so simple, then I see no point in partaking in this fruitless endeavor. The Akademiya is harsh and has no room for error, you would be better off leaving than continue struggling futilely.”

He didn’t mean to come off so harsh, as if he’s belittling all your hard work and effort and telling you that you don’t belong in the Akademiya. But the damage has been done, and your hopeful look turns into shock at his outburst, retreating into yourself and quickly retracting the paper you’d been in the middle of handing out to him. Your face closes off, clutching your essay close to your chest and darting your eyes anywhere but his general direction.

“Sorry,” you say, awkward and fumbling, resolutely not meeting his eyes, “For being annoying, among other things.” Then, you rise to your feet abruptly. He can see the way your fingers are clenched tightly at your paper, tight enough to wrinkle the edges such that he knows you’ll regret later for ruining yet another paper. “I won’t bother you again.”

Your voice is uncharacteristically quiet, almost sounding choked off. You turn and give him a brief glimpse of your face, and he realizes that you’re on the verge of tears.

He catches your arm just before you can take a step forward. “Wait.”

You freeze, muscles tensing beneath his touch. He instantly releases you after he feels how uncomfortable it must have made you. The silence between you is so tangible he can almost see it permeating the air, cloying and thick and utterly unwelcome.

He parts his mouth a few times, going through every possible scenario where he says the wrong thing that pushes you to the edge and makes you hate him forever. The mere thought is enough to steal him of his breath. No, he can’t have that, can’t bear the thought of a world where you aren’t there greeting him brightly in the morning and being so shameless as you fall into step beside him despite his rank and engage him in idle chitchat. He doesn’t think he’s ever told you before, but he looks forward to that part of his day the most.

After what seems like eons of standing in silence, he finally speaks. But what comes out of his mouth isn’t the apology he rehearsed in his head.

“Why did the bike fall over?”

You turn to him with an almost incredulous look, eyes wide with unshed tears that he berates himself for. Then, hesitantly, you ask, “…Why?”

The response comes naturally to him, years of reading through his notes and making them himself has all but ingrained such information in his mind.

“Because it was two tired,” he delivers this with a straight face, tone flat and completely at odds with the nature of his joke.

You stare at him for a moment, lips parted in surprise at the sudden joke. He sees your grip on your paper loosen, shoulders relaxing, mouth twisting into something he can’t quite discern, and then—

“Pft.” It starts out small, quiet as you bring a hand to cover your mouth, before it dissolves into a full blown laugh, the kind that has your shoulders shaking and eyes closed, head tilted back and the sound of your laughter filling his ears. He’s never considered that laughs could produce such pleasant sounds, so it comes as a surprise when yours makes something in him want to lean forward to hear more. Or perhaps it’s just you.

The light from the sun bounces off your skin, making your expression all the more radiant.

And Cyno? Cyno doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a mesmerizing sight before.

You’ve never laughed at his jokes, or rather, he’s never seen fit to tell you any of them, seeing as you’ve always been so at ease around him that telling a joke was never necessary. He’ll have to rectify that, he thinks, watching the way your mouth curves up in a smile, eyes dancing with mirth as you finally meet his eyes.

And he’s suddenly struck by the thought of how much he likes seeing you like this — hair mussed from the wind, exhilaration lining your lips, breaths short from laughing too hard, and gazing at him in delight.

And maybe he’s overthinking things too much, maybe the pounding of his heart and the sudden intake of breath is a result of something else, but he wants to believe it’s because of you.

Later, he’ll come up with a proper apology, something a little less joking and a little more serious. But right now, you’re looking at him like he’s the only person in the world, and that’s all that matters.

DILUC

The sun is particularly hot today, bordering on sweltering, but still, you insist on accompanying him in this menial task of picking grapes.

Diluc has always preferred solitude since he came of age, doing things alone and being lost in his thoughts have become things that he finds strangely pleasant, almost calming. But you’ve never been one to settle in silence, always needing to voice your thoughts and fill the room with chatter about all sorts of topics. It’s something he should dislike, all things considered due to his preference for quietness, but you, he finds, have always been an exception to what he considers the norm.

He wonders why.

“And just then, a hilichurl comes out of nowhere and starts throwing rocks at me — rocks! They have crossbows and shields and those battering things, but that one chose to use rocks to attack me! It’s like he thought I wasn’t even worth the effort!”

He idly plucks a group of ripe grapes from a vine, listening to you retell your encounter with a hilichurl that led to you discovering its camp that held a precious chest, only to open it and find nothing but cabbages. You bemoan how it was a total waste of effort, all that fighting just for a few pieces of vegetables you don’t even like.

A small, amused smile flits its way into his lips. It doesn’t escape your notice.

“So you think my suffering is funny, huh?” You narrow your eyes at him.

He turns away and briefly considers the merits of admitting to smiling, not at your plight, but at the various inflections in your tone as you regaled him with your story and the little laughs you let out when you got to a funny part and the way you looked at him with a smile so wide it crinkled the corners of your eyes, reflecting the light from the sun in its near-blinding intensity.

When he turns back to face you, he’s met with fingers on his lips and something small and round being pushed into his mouth. His teeth bites down into it, tender and sweet. A grape, he realizes, meeting mischievous eyes set upon a face that’s full of promises for future teasings and pranks.

The pads of your fingers are soft against his lips. His eyes wander against his will, landing on your lips twisted into a smirk, and his mind conjures an impossibly dangerous thought. Perhaps your lips would feel softer against his.

And then heat is creeping up his skin, searing red across his neck that reaches his cheeks and stops at the tips of his ears.

It’s nothing ostentatious. Not like the stories told in books where they meet each other’s eyes across the room and falter as their hearts beat as one, where they meet in the carnage of a battlefield, offering each other’s hands and knowing without a doubt that they will only ever have their backs for each other until the day they die. It’s not even one where he holds your hand and feels the way his heart leaps at the contact as he realizes what it might mean.

But this is still as meaningful, still as beautiful, suspended in time and carved in stone upon his memories until the winds of time erode it away.

A gentle breeze blows past you, and he catches the barest hint of a scent that consumes his mind and fills it with thoughts of nothing but you and your fingers lingering on his lips and how he’s never wanted to kiss a person more than he does now.

And oh, oh.

It’s a fanciful thought, but he imagines if his life were to become a book, then it should be one with an ending that intertwines with yours.

He considers that, for such a book, it would begin like this — the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Diluc Ragnvindr is in love.

SCARAMOUCHE

If Scaramouche were the kind to think thoughts that would have him put below the pedestal he’s placed himself at, he’d think there must be something wrong with him.

“Did you really think you could have defeated those monsters all on your own? You’re lucky I was nearby, otherwise you’d be nothing but a bloody splatter on the ground.” His words are as harsh as ever, carrying that biting tone that’s labeled him unapproachable and unlikeable to most anyone — that is, most anyone who isn’t you.

He doesn’t understand you, the reasoning behind your actions and words and generally everything about you that makes you so infuriating. It grates at him, not knowing something, especially when that something pertains to you. Though why that would even matter is beyond him.

You smile at him, a sheepish little thing, utterly unrepentant and unaware of the possible consequences your actions could have brought. Not that he cares if anything happens to you. He’d just rather not deal with the trouble of handling your papers should you die under his service.

(That was, admittedly, a very weak argument that he’ll chastise himself for later. A Harbinger would have more pressing work to do than handle every paperwork about a dead subordinate. Not that the fact about him handling your papers upon your death was untrue, only that it’s only your paper among his countless other subordinates who’ve died that he’ll bother doing.)

Your mask fell off somewhere in the middle of that rather pathetic fight. It’s a breach of protocol to not be wearing your mask while on duty, but Scaramouche chooses to ignore that particular rule. He’s a Harbinger, he’s the one who decides the rules. Having to order you to go fetch your mask to put it back on would be a waste of time and effort. Much more efficient to simply speak this way, he reasons. It’s most definitely not because he wants to see your eyes and the myriad of emotions that pass through them. And even if it is, it’s only a way for him to better read your expressions and discern whether you’re lying or not. He can’t have anyone betraying him the Fatui.

“I apologize, my lord. It seems I’m still unaccustomed to my new uniform.” Your voice carries a sort of lilt to it that makes it more tolerable than most people he’s ever spoken to. It’s not a compliment, lest his mind go against him and begin creating false narratives, it’s an observation rooted in fact. The sky is blue, the stars are false, and your voice isn’t unpleasant to listen to.

He does frown at your explanation. “Unaccustomed? It’s hardly that different from your previous uniform.” He would know, of course, he spent hours watching you in it. Not that he was watching you simply for the sake of watching, no, never, he was merely criticizing your choice of color scheme and the scuff marks and dried blood that never quite went away no matter how many times you washed it. You’ve complained to him enough times about it in a way that no subordinate should to their lord, but he was in a good mood then, so he let it slide… among countless other things he let slide.

You pull at the collar of your uniform. “It’s a bit constricting. I think they may have gotten my measurements wrong—”

He scoffs, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. “And you didn’t think to tell me? What use would I have for a recruit who can’t even move properly because of a tight uniform?”

“Well, you did tell me not to bother you anymore with my inane concerns, so I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about this…my lord.” The last part is added almost as an afterthought. He decides to let it slide.

He does recall something along those lines, sometime when he was in a foul mood and had no patience for your presence and the contradictions it brought in his behavior. He remembers being lost and dumbfounded the next day when you turned to leave after giving your report instead of lounging on his office’s couch and telling him about your day and the gossip you recently heard. He hadn’t actually meant for you to stop talking to him, but he was too proud to say so to you, which resulted in a week of silence on both parties. It was completely unbearable, but Scaramouche would sooner cut his own head off than admit it.

“Fine. You’re allowed to speak such drivel to me again, since you clearly can’t function without any sort of assistance from me.” It’s easy to twist the situation as if you’re the one who’s been dying to talk to him normally again instead of the other way around.

You laugh beneath your breath, something bordering on a giggle — a giggle, of all things. The last time someone had the audacity to giggle in his presence was…was a long time ago. Something he won’t dwell in.

“If you insist, my lord,” you say, an almost teasing twinkle in your eyes, and Scaramouche has never been more grateful exasperated that you aren’t wearing a mask. Who do you think you are to show such an emotion like happiness in front of him?

He’ll let it slide though. Just this once.

“Let’s return to the camp. I don’t want to be seen any longer with you looking the state you are now.” He deliberately ignores the fact that people will only see the two of you together once you’re back and not at this lone clearing. You turn to place your mask back on and he lets you. Wouldn’t do much good to have others see your face and plot whatever nefarious schemes their minds will cook up, like talking to you or, gods forbid, flirting with you—

And then he stops, completely frozen in place and unable to hide that shock that bleeds through his carefully crafted mask. He’s lucky you’re standing behind him, otherwise he’d have to kill you for seeing him in such a state. Not that he believes he’ll be able to go through with it, but the thought is needed though not necessarily appreciated.

He turns to you after he’s gotten ahold of his expression, eyes scanning your features and, with an almost sickening lurch in his stomach, finds that you’re not exactly unpleasant to look at.

Your hand reaches out for his arm with worry, and he nearly reels his hand back at the sheer audacity you have for assuming he is someone who needs worrying for but—but.

He rather likes the feeling of your fingers brushing against his skin.

So he lets you close your hand around his arm and look at him with through a mask he knows harbors a concerned look behind it. He nearly laughs at the notion of someone being concerned for him, but alas, you’re such an anomaly that even he can’t bring himself to mock even the worst trait you possess.

You are truly the most vexing person he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Perhaps if you keep touching him like this, he’ll let that one slide too.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #cyno x reader #genshin cyno x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #gn reader #serious x airhead

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 2 years ago

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Moody Moony

pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

summary: Remus’s temper is short because the full moon is approaching. You, his girlfriend, want to be there for him. He’s a bit of an ass, but you make up, and then you really make up.

tags / warnings: established relationship, Remus being bitchy, but then making up for it because he’s really a sweetheart, minor injury, fluff, fem!reader, sex, eating out, fingering, p in v, NSFW (minors do not interact!)

notes: The Mandrake leaf thing is a reference to the process you need to go through to become an Animagus 🦌🐾🐀

word count: 3.4k (like 1/3 is smut)

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. It’s his time of the month again,” James said stepping out of his dorm, eyes wide, an exasperated look on his face. As if you weren’t already exceedingly aware of the lunar cycle and the effects it was probably having on your boyfriend right about now. Hence your current mission of bringing him a cup of tea and maybe just a little bit of relief. “Very supportive,” you said sarcastically. “Oi, I kept a bloody Mandrake leaf in my mouth for a month, same as you, so don’t get cheeky with me because I occasionally want to steer clear when he’s Moody Moony.”

“Fair enough. Sorry, Prongsie.” He rolled his eyes at you playfully and bumped your should with his in a sweet encouraging gesture as he stepped past you to make his way down to the common room. You took a breath and made your way into the dorm.

Remus was sitting up in his bed, hair an even worse mess than usual from how his hands had no doubt been running through it incessantly. One of his hands was still entangled in his soft brown locks, his elbow resting on his knee, which was bouncing up and down with his excessive energy. You couldn’t help your thought: he looked good. Really good. But that’s not what you were here for. You were here for him. He looked up at you as you entered, and you gave him the warmest smile you could muster.

“Hey, baby. Watcha up to?” you asked, closing the door behind you.

“Potions essay due tomorrow. Can’t seem to fucking focus on it, though.”

“Can I help?” “I didn’t say I didn’t understand it; I just can’t focus right now,” he shot back, a bit harshly.

“Yeah, no, I know. I know you know it, Moons; I was just thinking maybe you could talk me through what you’re writing or something to keep your head in it.”

“It’s fine, love. Thanks for the offer, though.” He was gentler now, aware of his short fuse and genuinely grateful at how well you put up with him month after month. His eyes raked down your body slowly, lingering on your exposed thighs still clad in your uniform skirt, finally landing on your hands, a small mug in each.

“I brought you some tea,” you said sweetly, bringing it over to his bedside table.

“Thanks, y/n. Really.”

You smiled in response. “Can I sit with you a while? I can do my own work and let you focus.” “Yeah, ‘course.” He gave you a tight-lipped smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, and it always pained you seeing him like this, all pent up.

You tried to keep up your smile and went to sit at the corner of his bed, borrowing a Charms book one of the boys had left lying around and turning to a spell that had been giving you trouble in class the previous week. You worked like this for a while, his quill scratching the parchment in angry flurries, you muttering the incantation over and over again.

“Do you think maybe you can practice something else? Or maybe like read or work on an assignment or something?” Remus asked. “Right. Sorry. The repetition is a bit annoying, huh?” You tried to sound light-hearted, but your cheeks were burning. You knew it was his wolfy hormones, but still, his being short with you was hard, and you couldn’t help but be embarrassed at having annoyed your boyfriend, who was usually so happy to have you around, which he never failed to express.

Remus just gave you that same tight-lipped smile in response and looked back down toward his parchment.

You reached over for one of his muggle novels you’d been meaning to borrow from the stack on his bedside table, taking a sip of tea while you were at it. You leafed through the book, reading the first few pages, but decided you probably weren’t going to get very into it right this moment. As you made to put it back, though, you accidentally knocked the tea over, and it spilled all over Remus’s books. The cup fell to the ground and shattered. “Bloody hell, y/n, fuck! I’m already on edge without you scaring the shit out of me! Is this your way of letting me focus?”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” you spat out, talking over him and desperately trying to move the rest of the books away from the encroaching liquid. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I’ve never understood why people say that. ‘I didn’t mean to’ or ‘It was an accident.’ Obviously you didn’t mean to, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

You cringed at this, unused to Remus being nasty with you, conflicted between the sadness it welled up in you and the anger it was starting to cause. You weren’t sure how much you should take before you said something, always wanting to be kind with him, but not wanting to let that sacrifice your being kind with yourself, which, if you were honest with yourself, you knew you were less good at. You had always been more of a giver.

You tried to ignore him, missing the immediate expression of regret that crossed his features at his harshness, and bent down to pick up the shattered mug.

Distracted with the efforts to keep yourself from crying, you were careless in your cleaning and cut your hand on a particularly sharp shard of porcelain.

“Ow! fuck,” you breathed out.

“y/n? Shit. You okay?” Remus rushed off his bed down to where you knelt on the floor. He took your cut hand in his. “C’mere.” He ushered you over onto the bed with him, reaching for a t-shirt and putting pressure on where your hand was bleeding. “Shit, sweetheart.”

“Ouch.” “Sorry. Don’t want it to bleed too much.”

“S’okay, just hurts.” “I know, sorry. Here let me see if I can fix it; you know I’m no good at healing spells.” He reached for his wand, pointed it at your cut, and said, “Episkey.” It wasn’t completely healed, but it was definitely better. “Thanks,” you said, taking your hand back from him, looking down at the floor.

“Hey…” You ignored him.

“Hey, y/n, look at me, please.” His voice was gentle, apologetic, and he reached out to grab your hand again. You let him.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it.” “Doesn’t make it any less annoying,” you quoted back to him.

He giggled, the short laugh still tinged in sadness. “Fair enough, clever girl. That’s why I love you. Always so smart. Funny too. Smarter than me, that’s for sure. Kinder too…” Remus paused, stroking your hand as he held it. “You’re right to be mad at me. I really am sorry, though… I know it’s no excuse, but you know the full moon is this weekend. I’ve been feeling like I’m going mad all day. Like I have all this energy and can’t focus on anything and get mad at every little thing.”

“Yeah…” A beat. “Stay here.” You jumped up and out of the room, leaving a very confused Remus looking toward the door as it closed behind you.

You sprinted over to your own dorm, grabbed your secret weapon, and made your way back to his.

When you came back in, Remus was up and pacing back and forth quickly. He looked up at you. “What the fuck, y/n?” he questioned light-heartedly. “What was that? I was worried you were so angry you didn’t want me to go after you when you left my grumpy arse.”

You let out a half laugh half scoff. “Sorry, drama queen. I had to go get something.” “Oh? just now? Couldn’t wait? Couldn’t say ‘be right back’ or something either?” He tried to sound upset, but he was smiling through his whole bit, the sight of that smile lightening your heart immediately. “Oh, relax, you big wolfy baby. I’m back now, and I have a surprise.” You pulled the bar of chocolate — his favorite kind — from behind your back. “I was saving it for after. You know, when you’re hurting and exhausted… but I figured it was urgent enough now.” “I don’t deserve you.” “Hm,” you considered jokingly, “probably not, Mr. Lupin. And I will be taking a square of this in repayment.” You hopped back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged and opening the chocolate. You put a piece between your teeth, and with it still in place there, you asked, “Want some?”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” He was beaming at you. “Yes, I do,” came out muffled through the chocolate. “And you love it.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” He jumped to join you on the bed, kneeling in front of you and leaning down to place an arm on either side of your thighs, caging you in. Moving very slowly, he brought his face extremely close to yours. You could see your own reflection in his lovely brown eyes as they looked between yours. He pecked your nose then grinned. “But not as much as I love chocolate.” Before you could react, dazed as you were by his proximity and his smile and his stupid gorgeous face, he stole the piece of chocolate from your mouth with his own, laughing all the while.

You let out an indignant scoff, smacking his shoulder, pushing him back a bit but staying close to his body.

“Yes, well, I can believe it. You’re never mean to chocolate, even when you’re in Moody Moony mode.” “Moody Moony?? How long has that been a thing? Did Sirius come up with that? Oh, Merlin, it was James, wasn’t it? It’s always the nice ones you have to watch out for.”

“Sorry, baby, my lips are sealed,” you smirked.

“Yes, well, they’re also still covered in chocolate.”

“Oh, are they?” You puckered them and made a show of trying to look down at them, crossing your eyes. His laughter was music to your ears. You stuck your tongue out, licking your lips as lewdly as you could manage given you were holding back from laughing too. “Mm… looks delicious.” Remus’s voice had gone down what sounded like a full octave, and you could see a lot less honey brown where his pupils had dilated.

He stuck his tongue out and give your lips a soft, long, lingering lick. “Hey, Rem,” you whispered, your voice only audible to him due to your closeness.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“You still have all that extra energy? Maybe I can help after all…” Remus chucked as he leaned forward again, splaying his large hand across your chest, using it to push you down until you lay on your back on his bed.

He lay on top of you, your legs entangled, your chests flush, your faces a whisper away from each other.

After a beat of heavy silence, he ate the space and kissed you ardently. Remus could be gentle, and you loved that about him. But especially when the full moon was approaching, he could be anything but, and you loved that about him too.

He shoved his tongue into your eager mouth, and you sucked on it, eliciting a groan from the man above you.

Still wanting to get him back just a little bit from his earlier temper, you pushed him up forcefully, stopping the kiss and saying, “Wait, wait.” “What? What’s wrong? You alright?” His face searched yours, and your heart melted at his concern, his constant care no matter how much he wanted you.

“What about your Potions essay? Isn’t it due tomorrow? This is very irresponsible!” “Hilarious, y/n. Fuck Potions, love.” He kissed you again, hungry for it. “Or, actually, let me fuck you first,” he said as he kissed and sucked down your jawline and into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, and his hand grabbed your thigh and brought it up against his hip. He was rutting into you, already hard, and when you pulled his hair, he groaned again, slipped both hands under your ass and sat up, lifting you with him easily so that you ended up sitting on his lap, straddling him where he knelt on the bed.

“Off.” He pulled on your shirt, sucked on your neck. “Now.”

You heeded him, opening only enough buttons to then pull your shirt over your head in a rush. He leaned back for a moment to take in your tits appreciatively. He took them in his strong hands and squeezed roughly, kneading them as he moved his open-mouthed kisses down your sternum until his face was level with your breasts. Not bothering to unclasp your bra, he yanked the cups down and bit down on the soft flesh he’d revealed. You squealed in surprise, pleasure coursing through you. He moved his mouth to your nipple and sucked hard, playing and pulling on the other with his adept fingers.

“Remus,” you hissed.

He moaned into your chest. His tongue circled your hardened nipple wetly then moved to give the same attentions to the other. His hands slid down your sides, grabbing fistfuls of you as they went, landing on your ass and giving a firm squeeze.

“Hands and knees, gorgeous.” He threw you down and admired the view of your tits bouncing as you landed on your back. You flipped over and hadn’t even settled onto your knees yet when you felt his hands pulling your panties down your thighs. He flipped your skirt up, and you pushed your bare ass up into air, arching your back and wiggling it a little for his benefit. “Fuuuck, y/n.” His hands bruisingly gripped your ass cheeks, pulling them apart and shaking them. “You know the one thing more delicious than chocolate?” Before you could reply, jokingly or otherwise, his tongue ran up from your clit to your entrance unceremoniously before pushing in abruptly. Remus started fucking you with his tongue, nuzzling his whole face into you all the while.

You reached behind you, entangling your hand in his hair, not needing to pull him into you from how feverishly he was already doing so on his own. Your moans grew louder and louder as you began rocking back and forth into his face, and you let out a strangled scream as his fingers slapped your clit then began rubbing it with the exact pressure you wanted, his ability to read your body always astounding.

After a good while of eating you like this, he pulled his head back, but you had no time to be disappointed as he immediately plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy, setting a brutal pace from the first thrust.

“Holy shit. You’re so wet I don’t even have to stretch you out, love,” he said, amused, as he slipped in a third finger and kept his pace. The resulting squelching sound was ungodly. His other hand rubbing your clit starting working faster, his circles tighter. “I can feel you clenching my fingers, it’s so fucking hot, you gonna cum for me, baby?”

You nodded as best you could given your face was shoved down into the sheets. Your thighs started shaking, and seconds later, you were cumming hard. Remus’s hands kept at it to prolong your pleasure as long as possible, but as soon as the aftershocks felt more painful than pleasurable, you clenched and squealed, and he stopped. Amidst the ringing in your ears from the intensity of your orgasm, you heard the unmistakable sound of unzipping. His rock-hard cock was at your entrance before you could recover, sliding along your soaked folds, but he still asked, “Alright, love?” before pushing in.

“Yeah, Rem, please,” you said, and before the end of that third short word, he was pushing in to the hilt, an elongated strangled “ah” leaving his lips as he bottomed out.

“You feel fucking sublime, y/n.” Leave it to him to still use nice words while fucked out. “Pulling me in like you can’t live without my cock.”

His hand gripping your hip tightened, and he placed the other on your shoulder, holding you firmly in place as he pounded into you, hard but slow.

“You gotta tell me if it hurts, okay? I’ll stop right away if it’s too much.” “I know. I’ll tell you. I’m good; it feels so good, Rem, so so good.”

With that confirmation, he quickened, his hips pistonning at a pace you only ever got when the lunar cycle affected him like this, made him feral for you.

He leaned down over you, not slowing down, so that his body covered yours, his hot breath on your neck. He bit your shoulder and moaned. He continued for long, incredible minutes that made you wonder how entire days of life could drag on without a hint of this intensity.

Remus was sucking on your neck when you felt his breath start to catch. His hand on your hip snaked around to rub your clit, and your body jerked at the sensation. He held you tight as he increased the pressure, chanting, “Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me,” through labored breathing.

You did. And if your first orgasm was overwhelming, this one was completely devastating in the best possible way. As you clenched around him, Remus groaned animalistically, and his hips struggled to stutter through his climax. You felt the heat of his cum filling you up, and you could already feel it dripping down your thighs before he was even done pumping more into you.

His body collapsed on top of you. His heavy breathing had his chest pushing into your back with every breath, and the weight and pressure of him were comforting. You reached behind you to scratch his scalp and caress his cheek, and he giggled as he kissed gently along your shoulder.

When his breathing finally evened out, he pulled out and lay next to you. It was cold without his body, yours covered in sweat. You curled up into him, smacking his chest as you said, “Warm me up. You’re like a bloody space heater.”

He chuckled but pulled you tighter running his hands along your back and wrapping your legs in his to share his heat. He kissed your forehead and nuzzled into your hair.

You lay like this for a while, caressing one another other and basking in the bliss of each other and the aftereffects of mind-shattering orgasms.

He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed along the cut you had already forgotten about.

“I’m so sorry, lovely girl… I don’t know how you put up with me half the time.” “It’s not half the time… only about a fourth of it,” you joked, but he grunted in response, smiling but still solemn. “I love you, Moony.” He looked into your eyes and ran his nose along yours. “I don’t deserve it,” he whispered for the second time tonight, this time seriously.

“I love you, Remus,” you repeated, more ardently this time. ��All of you. Every bit, every day, no matter what.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, lingering on a salient scar. “‘Deserve’ has very little to do with it, but even still, if it did, you’d deserve the whole world, my love.”

He kissed you sweetly. “Thank you, y/n.” Another kiss. “I love you completely. More than the whole world. The world’s got nothing on you, darling.” You smiled.

“Even when I spill tea all over your books?” “Even then. Besides, the tea stains give them a nice look, don’t you think?” He looked over at his still messy bedside table. “Very cosy and worn… And seriously, y/n, it’s like you forget you’re a witch sometimes,” he laughed. He reached for his wand, his other arm still wrapped around you, pointed it at the floor and stated, “Reparo.” The mug fixed itself in an instant. “Show-off,” you muttered. He chuckled, settling next to you again and giving your forehead another kiss.

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Kiss Her, You Fool! R.W x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.1k

A/N: ITS HERE!!! IT IS TIME!!!! HERE IS MY FIC FOR THE EVENT PLZ ENJOY I PROCRASTINATED A LOT. This was originally supposed to be a WHOLE different work where it was a very slow burn best friends to livers but I lost motivation and like this better so plz enjoy!!!

Inspired by this song and these (1) posts (2) by @roonilwazlibimagines !!!!

“Are you alright?” George screamed up to you as you sat upon your broom, levitating about 20 feet in the sky.

“Yeah! I’m all good up here! Let me know when you guys are ready?” You screamed back to him and Fred. This was your first new year’s outside of the muggle world. As well as your first one with the Weasley’s. You always did it big on New year’s with your family, but this year was going to be the best one yet.

“Ready?!” Fred looked up to you as he placed the fireworks you had brought them, George readying his wand as Fred moved out of the way. You moved further back from your position in the sky, giving the twins a thumbs up as they nodded to you.

“Three.”

“Two..”

“One!” The boys screamed up in unison as Fred ran back, George lighting the fuse with a spark from his wand. The fuse of the firework began to hiss, lighting up the area around it. It made its way into the explosive, going out as it hit the end.

“.. Well that was uneventf-” Before George could finish his sentence the fireworks shot into the sky. Screaming as they hit the highest point, exploding and flashing a bright light upon you and the twin’s faces. You cheered loudly as the boys stared in awe at the colorful bomb that just went off in the sky. You must admit it the effect was the same with a spell from your wand, but it was just more fun doing it “the muggle way.”

Ron and Harry watched from inside of Ron’s room. Harry observed as the sparks flew down from the sky, but Ron’s focus was on something else. He watched as the explosion lit up your smiling face. He looked almost dazed, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you glided down to his brothers, viewing you three laugh and load up some more fireworks, this time Fred going up on his broom.

“Harry, I can’t do it.” Ron grumbled as he fell back onto his bed, rubbing his hands over his face with a soft groan. In response Harry looked over his shoulder from the window to Ron, letting out a small sigh.

“You have been complaining about this for months. You need to tell her eventually.”

“I know, I know.. Just, I don’t want to risk it is all. We have a good relationship n’ I don’t want to do anything to damage that.”

“Ron. You haven’t shut up about her since you broke up with Lavender for Merlin’s sake.” Harry sat there thinking about the situation, in all honesty he forgot how you reacted to Lavender getting with Ron. You weren’t the happiest about it in all honesty, she really annoyed you.

“Don’t remind me- That was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life.”

“Have you thought about kissing her yet?” Harry asked his best friend, sitting down at the food of the bed, making eye contact with Ron.

“Of course I’ve thought about kissing her, Harry! I’m bloody obsessed with her for Merlin’s sake!” Ron sat up to look at the boy across from him. His face and the tips of his ears glowed a soft pink as Harry placed his hands on the ginger’s shoulders.

“Tonight. You have to do it.”

“What?”

“Kiss her you fool! Tonight, at midnight, it would be perfect. It’s a muggle tradition to kiss someone on New Years, it all lines up perfectly.”

“Merlin, these muggles are weird.” Ron said to Harry, trying to avoid the topic of kissing you.

“Ron, you’re in a family full of gryffindors. Lavender made the first move with you, now it’s your turn to make the first move with y/n.” Harry huffed as he squeezed Ron’s shoulders, giving him a gentle shake of frustration.

“All right, all right!! I’ll do it.” Ron replied to Harry out of slight annoyance. He was nervous, very, nervous.

As the boys had their conversation, Ginny had decided to come outside to watch the fireworks with you and her twin brothers. You guys were moving onto the sparklers as Ginny made it into the group.

“Oh, hi Ginny!” You said to the ginger girl as you handed her a sparkler, lighting the end of it with a lighter you brought from home.

“Hi, how long have you guys been out here? We have to get ready soon, we have ten minutes until midnight.” Ginny said to you as she observed the sparkler cautiously.

“‘Bout 2 hours, right Fred?”

“Just about, Ginny you’ve really outta try these things called bottle rockets, they’re wicked.” Fred told her excitedly as he lit about three sparklers in his hand. The bigger the better you suppose.

As your sparkler died down, Ginny handed hers to George, dragging you inside.

“Tonight, he’s planning on kissing you tonight. Hermione told me so.” Ginny said, she was a little giddy about it all. Hermione was your personal spy on Ron. She told you everything and anything you wanted to know about him. You practically fell over from choking on air. Tonight?! You couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t made a move in months, any attempts that were made, he always backed out from overthinking. Despite being a Gryffindor he was super awkward when it came to romance.

“Tonight? As in, within these next few hours tonight?”

“No, next week on Tuesday at 7 in the evening.” Ginny scoffed, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a gentle shake.

“Of course I mean tonight you dimwit!” Hermione chimes in, walking down the stairs as your face began to flush red. You let out a small huff, straightening your back as you looked at Ginny and Hermione.

“Okay. I think I’ll be ready for it. I just hope he doesn’t back out..”

Meanwhile back upstairs during this conversation between you and the girls, the boys are having a small pep talk of their own.

Ron starts to pump himself up in the mirror, fixing up his shirt, gently ruffling his hair before letting out a huff.

“You can do this.. You can do this, Ron.” He mumbles to himself as he starts to bounce in place gently, both to ready himself for the so-called “challenge” ahead, and as an attempt to shake off the nerves.

“You look ridiculous.” Harry laughed as he pulled his jumper over his head, fixing his glasses as he walked up behind the anxious ginger, giving his shoulder a few pats.

“Oh shut it, Harry.” The tall boy grumbled, grabbing his jumper from the chair beside him, pulling it over his shoulders as he stared at himself in the mirror once more.

“It’s just one kiss.” Ron shook his head and left the room, attempting to shake off any nerves and jitters that remained as he and his best friend made their way down the many stairs within the burrow.

Ginny looked over her shoulder to face her brother as Mrs. Weasley was beginning to rush everyone out of the house. You look over to the clock on the wall; 11:53 p.m. . 7 minutes left. You know you had to do this.

You three met with the boys at the end of the stairs, keeping pace with Molly as you four walked to the porch of the burrow. But, you decide to run out a bit to the middle of the field. The twins had mentioned using some fireworks later that night, Weasley style. Obviously you couldn’t miss it, and you wouldn’t want everyone’s cheers to cover the noise of the colorful explosions in the sky. You stood there for a while, Ron staring at you from the distance, fidgeting with the end of his jumper; Harry giving him a playful glare.

“Well go on Ron, you’re not going to let her stand out there by herself now are you?”

Ron jumps a little at the voice of his best friend, snapping back to reality after being so lost with his infatuation for you. Ron gives the brunette a small nod as he takes a deep breath, stepping off the porch and into the field ahead of him.

**11:56.** You heard a few footsteps approach you from behind, your head turning over your shoulder instinctively. Ron’s eyes were to the ground as he cautiously made his way next to you.

“Excited for the fireworks?” You ask him, giving him a small smile as you cross your arms in an attempt to warm yourself from the evening winter cold. Ron’s head perked up from his position, his ears a soft pink as he looked over to you, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked up to the sky.

“Yea.. They may be annoying as ever but they never fail to amaze me with what they can do with just a little time.” The ginger explained to you, noticing you shuddered slightly at the incoming breeze, he removed the jumper from his back, gently wrapping it around your shoulders. The warmth almost instantly engulfed your being, you let out a deep sigh of relaxation, looking up to his tall frame.

“Thanks..”

“Anytime..” the twins placed their final boxes of fireworks on the ground in front of you. Bickering at each other as they kept moving the boxes inch by inch until they were perfect. 11:58.

“Hey y/n. Can I ask you something?” The boy asked you, staring up at the moon that lit up his face almost perfectly, displaying the constellation of freckles that covered his face and shoulders. You could almost count them all if you wanted to.

“What is it, Ronald?” You stared up at him with a slight head tilt, Ron’s eyes shifting to you as he turned to face you. You instinctively do the same, now face to face with the boy, sticking your hands in the pockets of his jumper.

“Are you comfortable with me?”

“Comfortable with you…?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, yeah I would say so.”

11:59.

“You mean it?”You began to shuffle your feet, Ron grabbing hold of your hand, gently pulling it out of the pocket of your jumper. Pulling you closer to him.

“Because I want to make sure you’re being honest with me.” He gave your hand a small squeeze, staring into your eyes, he was nervous. Really, nervous. But you didn’t say anything, you wouldn’t want to point it out.

“I am, I am!” you giggle as you look into the boys eyes, slowly losing yourself to the view.

“Are we about to kiss right now?” You ask him jokingly, completely forgetting what Ginny had told you only minutes prior. You give him a small giggle as he wrapped his free hand around your waist, leaning down to touch his nose with yours. His heart was beating fast.. uncontrollably fast, it skipped and picked up pace at free will as he looked into your eyes.

“I would guess so..” he mumbled shyly.

12 am.

Almost as if it was planned, as Ron pressed his lips against yours, the twins set off the fireworks, but none of those explosions could compare to the fireworks that went off in your head as you kissed the boy in front of you. You accept the kiss without hesitation, your free hand finding its way up to the back of Ron’s head, gently pushing it against yours gently. It was almost fake, everything was just, utterly perfect. Ron let go of your hand as he pulled you closer to his chest, slowly pulling away from the kiss.

The ginger’s breath was sped up, it all hit him at once. You were in his arms, dumbstruck, dazed even. His face, was, red. Hell, if you color matched it with his hair you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

“Ron..? Did we just.”

“I think we did…”

“Woah.”

“Well, was I any good?”

“I-I think so? I mean, my brain went all.. exploady? Is that even a word..?”

“Me too, I think it is? Well uhm.. does this mean what I think it means?” You knew exactly what it meant. But you wanted to hear it from him.

“What do you think it means, Ronald?”

“Well, I think it means you’re m’, y’know?”

“I don’t know Ron.”

“Yea you do!” He whined, grumbling before he buried his head into your neck.

“Does it mean you’re m’ girlfriend?” It was silent for a moment, only the sound of fireworks being able to fill the void as you stood there with him in your arms.

“Yeah… It means I’m your girlfriend Ron.” You smiled softly as the boy gave you a squeeze, you could feel him almost shaking from the anxiety and just overall the relief he felt. As you pulled the boy in your arms in for another kiss, you knew that the next years of your life with your Weasley would be the best years imaginable. You wouldn’t change it for the world.

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