#i missed my chance out of fear of her disapproval

[birdsong-warriors]

I found this post again. Still miss you so much, sis. ♡

In case anyone wanted to see my awesome big sis, given that long post detailing her medical history! She's been through a lot, but she still keeps the brightest smile on her face. She also makes for an awesome reference! (She ties the pant leg for her amputated side so it doesn't drag on the ground.) She might take a picture of her stump to share what the scars look like, too! But in the meantime, here's my own personal Cinderpelt! <33 And her stupid bright pink water bottle, lol!

[princessbrunette]

rafe definitely would be the type to get his fwb pregnant, ghost her for a while, and then come back with his stupid shaved head and his hands in his pockets like ‘when’s the next appointment’. he has to take a little panic time to come around to the idea and remember that it takes two to make said child, and then the fear of being like his dad and neglecting his firstborn kicks in and he pops back up ready to sort shit out and attempt to be there to the best of his ability in his own way cause it’s still rafe and he’s not perfect ykwim. definitely could heal him though 🙏. Waddle around in those flowly little dresses cause they’re all that fit in the late stages but cause of the belly it makes them shorter than they already were and he’s a man starved.

GODDDDD this makes me go crazy😀

you’re by no means a pogue but your place is still just small enough to make rafe turn his nose up at it if you remember correctly, proving his disapproval of it when he shows up after a few months, a few shades tanner, buffer, with a buzzed head. he looked older, more mature— but the way he stood with his hands shoved into his pockets, staring unabashedly at the bump that had only just broken into vision, it was clear he was the same old rafe.

“so uh, y’know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” he wanders, slowly pacing your kitchen whilst you brew him a coffee.

“no, rafe. i’m keeping it as a surprise.” your voice is quiet, untrusting. it makes him resist a sigh, scratching at his cheek with a look of discomfort. he just wants his girl back. he wants his family.

“right, right.” he nods, watching you for a moment. he supposes its true what they say about ‘pregnancy glow’ because you look fucking stunning. “baby, i’m really sorry.” he drawls and you flinch a little at the nickname. it’s been a while since you heard that. you turn to him, giving him a chance to explain himself.

“i freaked. i’m— i’m a fuckin’ coward and if you hate me, cool— alright i get it. but whether you like it or not, that’s my baby in there. and, and i’m gonna be apart of it’s life. just… let me take you out of here. we’ll start again. tanny hill’s all mine now, can set up a nice little baby room, paint it any colour you want, n’you can stay there too, with me—” he pauses, watching your unsure expression, not quite knowing how you feel about sharing the bed with rafe cameron once more. “…or sarah’s old room. up to you.” he adds reluctantly but gives you the option anyway. he does seem to really want this, and whilst you were mad he just up and left, leaving you to deal with the start of your pregnancy alone you could never resist him. you didn’t want your baby to grow up without a dad, not one bit.

“what’s wrong with my place?” you frown at your shabby little apartment your parents had set you up with.

“this place… tanny hill.” he holds his hands out mimicking a tipping scale, a cheeky smile growing on his face, voice still being gentle with you. that was the rafe you liked.

with his baby inside you, and the two of you spending all that time together, you didn’t stand a chance. you’d wondered how the two of you had ever commit to just being friends with benefits when it’s clear you had great deals of love for one another. he constantly doted on you, spoiling you and buying you whatever, if anything annoyed him he’d remove himself from the situation instead of getting mad like he used to, didn’t let you even walk anywhere alone despite telling rafe it was fine, jumping up to guide you with an arm around your waist once you got more swollen. he was treating you like you were made of glass, even showing reluctance to fucking you when you’d begged him, telling him how the pregnancy hormones were driving you mad and you missed his dick, the blue eyed man furrowing his brows in concern asking whether this could hurt the baby.

once he was passed the concern though, rafe couldn’t help sate his arousal almost every time you’d walk around in stretched out little nighties, swollen tits practically falling out of the top. he’d still be real gentle, don’t get it twisted— opting to grind his cock into you instead of thrusting like a madman remanent of your past with him. he’d stroke your clit with his thumb, your legs spread with his cock burrowed inside you, panting. “its true what they say, pregnant pussy is wetter. didn’t think you could get any better, baby.” he groans, your walls clamping down around him, crying out at his vulgarity.

“get used to this life, sweetheart, ‘cos i don’t think i’m ever gonna be able to stop fucking babies into you.”

[firawren]

Re: Ficlet Friday

Emma?!? I’d read anything you’ve got for a seasonal Emma ficlet!

(I was cracking myself up imagining Mr. Woodhouse eating Pumpkin Spice gruel for the Seasonal food & drink 😂)

Sorry for the delay on this! Ran into some family drama right after you sent it and then got busy with other stuff for several days. But here you go! (Btw you should write Mr. Woodhouse eating pumpkin spice gruel!)

Ficlet Friday: no apple picking

"Mr. Knightley, I recommend a baked apple. You need not be afraid of a baked apple. It is the only way that the fruit is thoroughly wholesome."

"Thank you, sir, I will have one," Mr. Knightley replied to Mr. Woodhouse. "They are indeed wholesome, especially at this time of year when they're so fresh. The orchards at Donwell have been producing an abundant amount these last weeks."

Mr. Knightley looked to Emma, seated across from him at the dining table. "Perhaps we should gather a party together for apple picking at Donwell, like the strawberry party of a few months ago."

Neither Emma nor her father had a favorable reaction to this idea.

Mr. Woodhouse immediately began exclaiming against the idea of being outdoors when there was a chance of an autumn chill to catch them, invoking Mr. Perry's certain disapproval of it as well.

Emma's resistance had nothing to do with fears over the dangerous autumn air, but with having to tolerate the company of others in the party who she knew would annoy her. Miss Bates she had already heard speak at great length about Donwell's apples, and the silly woman would doubtless do so again. Emma did not think she could stand to hear Miss Bates say a single word more about apples than she had already been subjected to. Mrs. Elton would be in similar raptures over apples and the delights of autumn, which would then all deteriorate into tiresome complaints about the scheme, somehow.

Emma spoke none of this out loud. What she said, instead, was, "I think I should much rather eat apples than pick them, Mr. Knightley."

"You're at liberty to decline my invitation to the party if picking apples does not suit you," he replied smoothly, as if it were no consequence to him at all whether she came or not.

Emma frowned, wishing to say something about the fact that as the soon-to-be mistress of Donwell Abbey, it would be ridiculous for her to not be there, but she did not wish to distress her father by referring to her upcoming marriage, even though he had finally consented to it mere days before, and even though she would not be removing to Donwell once she became Mrs. Knightley.

She settled for a more obtuse reference to her intimate relationship with Mr. Knightley. "Is that all I am to you, a guest, the same as any other?"

He directed an amused but affectionate smile at her. "You know full well that you are not, my dear Emma."

His fond admission soothed her, but still she must press her point. "Then will you give up this apple picking scheme?"

Mr. Knightley regarded her for a moment, then turned to Mr. Woodhouse. "I will follow your advice, sir, and refrain from holding such a party."

She smiled. Mr. Knightley was teasing her, she knew, but she was not vexed. She had gotten her way, and what was more gratifying than that?

🍎🍂

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - Part 16

The ballroom was filled with the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. My hand rested on Shoto’s arm, his steady presence guiding me through the crowd, but my attention was split. Katsuki stood close on my other side, his scowl as sharp as ever, and although he hadn’t said it aloud, I could tell he wasn’t planning on letting me out of his sight tonight.

The whispers started the moment we entered.

“That’s them, right? The children of Endevour?”

“I heard she used to be the youngest pro-hero.”

“And he is the one who actually should be a Hero, not her with that dangerous monster.”

“And this is the guy with the short temper, he really shouldn’t be a Hero!”

I clenched my jaw but tried to keep my face neutral. The comments weren’t new, but now they were tinged with something heavier—fear. The Ice Dragon had revealed more about me than I had ever intended, and now I could feel the weight of that knowledge following me.

Katsuki let out a low growl, his arms crossed over his chest. “These extras need to mind their damn business.”

I shot him a look, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy glaring at the other guests, daring anyone to step out of line.

On the other side, Shoto remained silent, his face impassive, but I could feel his tension. This wasn’t just another event for us. Tonight, we were here under the eyes of the pro-heroes, many of whom had been keeping tabs on Shoto and me long before the Sports Festival.

I was just trying to breathe when a flicker of red feathers caught my eye. My heart skipped a beat as Hawks made his way through the crowd, his vermillion wings folding neatly behind him, his usual easy grin in place.

I hadn’t expected to see him. The last time we’d spoken, he’d warned me that there was a growing threat and that we wouldn’t be crossing paths for a while. Yet here he was, strolling through the ballroom as if nothing had happened.

“Looks like the star of the show is back,” Hawks teased as he approached, his voice low and playful. “Miss me, Dove?”

I shot him a sharp look, trying to push down the irritation bubbling in my chest. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Hawks. Thought you were laying low.”

Hawks shrugged, his smile never faltering. “Plans change. Besides, you know I can’t resist a good party. And how could I pass up the chance to see you again?”

Before I could respond, I felt Katsuki tense beside me, his scowl deepening. He crossed his arms tighter, standing between me and Hawks as if to block him out.

“Who’s this bird-brain?” Katsuki growled, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Hawks chuckled, clearly amused. “Ah, Bakugo, right? Heard a lot about you. You’ve got quite the explosive reputation.”

Katsuki didn’t look impressed. “I asked who the hell you are.”

Hawks raised his hands in mock surrender, his wings twitching slightly behind him. “Easy there. I’m Hawks. An old friend of Y/N’s.”

Shoto, who had been watching the exchange quietly, glanced between me and Hawks with a curious look. “You’ve never mentioned him before.” Shoto said, his tone neutral but questioning.

I sighed, knowing where this was going. “We’ve worked together. Hawks was my mentor.”

Katsuki snorted, unimpressed. “He seems like trouble.”

Hawks grinned, clearly enjoying the situation. “Oh, I’m definitely trouble. But don’t worry, I’m on her side.”

I gave Hawks a look, silently telling him to ease up. Katsuki was already on edge, and the last thing I needed was for him to get into a confrontation with Hawks. “Be honest, Hawks,” I asked, my voice quieter. “Why are you really here?”

Hawks shrugged again, playing it cool. “I thought I’d check in, see how you’re holding up.” He paused, his golden eyes flicking between Shoto and Katsuki before landing on me again. “And maybe steal a dance while I’m at it.” He winked at me.

Both Shoto and Katsuki shot him disapproving looks, but I knew Hawks well enough to understand that he wasn’t just here for small talk. He wanted to tell me something, and he wasn’t going to do it with them around. After a moment of hesitation, I nodded.

“Fine,” I said, accepting Hawks’ outstretched hand. “Just one dance.”

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Hawks’ grin was as casual as ever, his hand resting lightly on my waist as we moved through the ballroom. To anyone watching, it seemed like nothing more than two Heroes sharing a dance, but I knew Hawks better. That smile of his always had more layers.

“So,” Hawks started, his voice low enough for only me to hear, “you’ve been wondering why I pushed you so hard at the Sports Festival, haven’t you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You think? The villains already had their eyes on me. Why make me stand out more?”

Hawks shrugged, his expression still light, but I could see the seriousness beneath it. “They’ve known who you are for a while now. But with your dad not exactly playing the family man, and me busy with my own missions, you can’t hide in Endeavor’s shadow anymore. You had to show them what you’ve got.”

I frowned, still not fully convinced. “So now I’m even more of a target?”

“Nah, you were already on their radar,” Hawks replied smoothly, giving me a twirl before pulling me back in. “The point wasn’t to make you a target—it was to remind them you’re not easy prey. You’ve been laying low since you went pro. That Ice Dragon? That was a wake-up call.”

I met his gaze, feeling the weight of it all. “And if they still come for me?”

Hawks chuckled, his familiar smirk returning. “Then you give ‘em hell. Simple as that.”

I smiled, glancing around the ballroom. “Easy for you to say. You’re always ten steps ahead of everyone.”

Hawks chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Perks of the job, but you’ve got a pretty solid backup plan.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

He nodded subtly in Katsuki’s direction, who was standing not too far off, arms crossed, watching us like a hawk. “That guy’s been watching your every move since the second he saw you. I don’t think he’s letting anyone get close without a fight.”

I followed his gaze, my lips twitching at the sight. “That’s just how he is. Always on edge. Not a big deal.”

Hawks shrugged with a knowing smile. “Yeah, but it works. I like how he’s got your back. Makes it easier for me to sneak off when I need to.”

I shot him a look, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You’re seriously comparing your spying to his?”

“Hey,” Hawks grinned, “the guy’s good at what he does. No guy would even try and talk to you when he is around.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Before I could say anything, a sharp voice cut through the moment.

“Alright, enough of this crap.”

I turned to see Katsuki storming toward us, his scowl darker than ever, eyes narrowed as he glared at Hawks. “What the hell are you two talking about?”

Hawks chuckled, stepping back and raising his hands in mock surrender, his wings giving a slight twitch. “Easy there, Bakugo. Just enjoying a dance with a friend. Nothing to get worked up about.”

Katsuki’s glare didn’t waver. “Yeah, well, it’s over now.”

Hawks shot me one last playful look, his grin softening. “Guess that’s my cue. We’ll catch up later, Dove.” He gave me a wink before smoothly disappearing into the crowd, leaving Katsuki standing there, fists clenched at his sides.

I could feel the tension radiating off of him as he turned to face me, his jaw tight. “What was that about?”

I raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand. “Just a dance, Katsuki. What’s your problem?”

He scoffed, his arms crossing tightly over his chest as he glared off in the direction Hawks had gone. “You two looked pretty cozy for ‘just a dance.’”

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my voice light. “You’re overreacting.”

He didn’t respond right away, but the tightness in his posture didn’t ease. Instead, he let out a low growl, his frustration spilling over as he turned on his heel. “I’m going outside.”

Without another word, he marched off toward the exit, and I stood there for a moment, watching him go. I could sense there was more behind his outburst than just annoyance with Hawks. I glanced at Shoto, who had been watching the whole exchange silently.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, excusing myself before following Katsuki outside.

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The night air was a welcome change from the heat of the ballroom, but I barely noticed it as I found Katsuki leaning against the railing, arms still crossed, his head tilted slightly toward the sky. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the frustration still simmering beneath the surface.

I approached carefully, not wanting to set him off again. “Katsuki…”

He didn’t look at me, his voice low and edged with something more than just anger. “It’s always something with you, isn’t it? You’ll always have secrets.”

I stopped in my tracks, taken aback by the accusation. “What are you talking about?”

Katsuki turned to face me, his eyes burning with that same frustration. “First, it’s all the stuff with your family, then you go and pull that Ice Dragon move, and now you’re all buddy-buddy with that damn bird. It’s like you’re always keeping something from the rest of us.”

I felt my chest tighten, but I kept my voice steady. “It’s not like that. Hawks just wanted to check in.”

Katsuki’s scowl deepened, but he didn’t say anything for a moment. His gaze flickered, just briefly, with something else—something he wasn’t saying. “You think I don’t see it?”

I crossed my arms, not wanting to give in to the tension that had built between us. “See what?”

His jaw clenched, and for a split second, I thought he was going to say something, but then he just shook his head, letting out a rough sigh. “Forget it.”

He turned back to the railing, leaning against it as he stared out into the night. I stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. The frustration in his voice, the way he’d stormed out… it wasn’t just about Hawks. It was about more than that.

I stepped up beside him, the silence stretching between us, thick with unspoken words.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Katsuki,” I said quietly. “I know what I’m doing.”

Katsuki let out a snort, but there was no heat behind it. “Yeah, well, just don’t expect me to be at your hospital bed again while you mess around with that bird-brain.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “Jealous?”

His head snapped toward me, his scowl returning in full force. “Tch. You wish.”

Katsuki took a deep breath, his frustration easing as he straightened up. “Whatever,” he muttered, pushing off the railing. “I’m not here to babysit you or watch you dance all night. I’ve got work to do.”

I nodded, watching as his eyes flicked toward the ballroom. “I need to talk to a few of those pro-heroes inside. Gotta figure out where I’m doing my internship.”

“Go ahead,” I said softly. “I’ll be right behind you.”

He gave me one last look, his gaze lingering as if he wasn’t entirely sure I was okay. But after a beat, he nodded roughly. “Don’t take too long.”

With that, he turned and headed back inside, the doors swinging shut behind him. I let out a slow breath, leaning against the railing as the night air cooled my skin. Hawks’ words kept spinning in my mind, mixing with everything else I’d been trying to juggle.

“That blond guy is definitely jealous.”

I blinked, turning toward the voice that came from the shadows. A figure stood near the edge of the balcony, half-hidden in the dark. He was dressed like one of the waiters, but something about him seemed a little too relaxed, a little too comfortable in the shadows.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to see his face, but the darkness kept most of his features hidden. “I don’t think so,” I said cautiously. “He doesn’t even like me.”

The man chuckled softly, the sound low and amused. “He sure looked ready to blow up at that bird-brain in there, if he would’ve danced just a minute longer with you.”

I shrugged, though his observation made me pause for a second. “That’s just how he is. Always running hot.”

“Protective, though,” the man noted casually, his voice still light. “In his own way.”

Something about the way he said it felt strange, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. I tilted my head, squinting into the shadows, but I still couldn’t get a clear look at him. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Just someone passing through,” he said, not giving much away. “Been watching for a bit.”

I frowned at that, but his tone didn’t carry any threat, just something… familiar. “Watching what?”

He chuckled again, this time with a little more warmth. “You. Saw your performance at the Sports Festival. That Ice Dragon? Not bad.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “You were there?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied smoothly, still leaning comfortably against the wall. “You’ve come a long way.”

I stared at him, a strange sense of familiarity creeping over me, though I couldn’t pin it down. There was no menace in his voice, just something that felt… oddly supportive. But before I could respond, the door behind me opened.

“Y/N.”

I turned to see Shoto stepping outside, his expression calm but watchful as always.

“Are you alright? You’ve been out here for a while.”

I glanced back toward the shadows, ready to explain—but the figure was already gone. I blinked, my heart skipping as I scanned the dark corner where he had been standing just moments ago. He’d vanished, leaving nothing behind.

“I was… talking to someone,” I murmured, still looking toward the empty space.

Shoto glanced around, his brow furrowing slightly. “There’s no one here.”

I turned back to him, confusion settling in. “I… I swear, someone was just—”

Shoto’s eyes searched my face for a moment, but he didn’t push. “We should head back inside. It’s cold out here.”

I hesitated, still glancing back at the now-empty corner of the balcony, but there was no sign of the stranger. Whoever he was, he was gone.

“Yeah,” I finally said, turning to follow Shoto back inside. “Let’s go.”

Shoto walked beside me, silent as we passed through the doors and back into the warmth of the ballroom. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something important had just happened. The man’s voice echoed in my mind, his words lingering longer than they should have.

Watching… You’ve come a long way.

I didn’t know who he was, but something about him felt… familiar, like I should know. But for now, it was just another mystery in a sea of unanswered questions.

Amethyst. - Masterlist: click here

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I’m very sorry for how long it took me to get this Chapter out but sometimes life gets in my way. I’m really curious on how you feel about this chapter, please let me now in the comments and don’t forget to vote! <3

[deaths-presence]

Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 6: The Becoming

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.7k Characters Featured: Dazai Osamu Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, usual Dazai suicide comment warning, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know! We are finally here at the moment we've been wanting for so long.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You awoke in a room that was starting to darken with the evening sky, but part of you was relieved to realize it wasn’t recognizable. On the one hand, you immediately wondered where you were.On the other, however, you began to remember what happened before you slipped into darkness against your will. Your suspicions were confirmed when the bed you lay on resembled one you would see in a hospital. Was that where you were? The thought was quickly dispelled by the presence you missed off to your left side.

“The sleeping beauty finally rises from her slumber,” the honeyed voice makes your head spin towards the source. His chocolate eyes were latched onto you, and the little smirk on his face made you aware of his amusement at your reaction.

“Dazai, was it?” you asked after a moment, your voice laced with exhaustion. “You touched the doll, and everything stopped.”

Dazai gave a hum of approval. “I did! My nullifying ability was able to cancel out Q’s madness that spread across Yokohama thanks to Atsushi’s efforts. I saw you. You tried to keep Atsushi from dying; such selflessness.”

You sat up more in the semi-uncomfortable bed and shrugged your shoulders at his praise. The more you thought about it, you registered that you didn’t give saving Atsushi a second thought. You were willing to risk your life, but maybe that was because you weren’t sure you were initially going to survive the landing. However, it certainly didn’t feel self-sacrificial either.

“I was only doing what I thought was right, and that meant making sure Atsushi gave you that doll. It was the least I could do after he explained what was happening,” you attempted to explain.

“Were you escaping the Guild?” His eyes were watching you with such precision, and you could sense that he was trying to gather any piece of information about you that he could. It was understandable, you reasoned. You were the stranger that was previously with the enemy before you were found.

“I was never truly a part of it like the rest are. I didn’t join out of my own willingness. I’m sure Atsushi has at least told you that.”

Dazai’s smile returned, and it was the only confirmation you needed to know that Atsushi did relay the knowledge to him. “I admit it is part of the reason why we decided to bring you back to the Armed Detective Agency, besides Atsushi insisting on it.”

So that’s where you were.

“In fact, I was even willing to thank the angel that would give her life for our Atsushi’s safety. You could only imagine my surprise when I saw you instead,” he commented with a grin. It only widened when his words made you squint at him. You picked up on the flirty tone after all.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” you quipped, hiding your surprise at how fast the words came out of your mouth. You knew better than to be rude in fear of being left to fend for yourself. You were here upon the graciousness of Dazai and Atsushi after all.

Dazai’s little giggle kept you from panicking. “No, not at all. Instead, I should be grateful. I don’t think you realize how many in your position would have never risked death and focused on saving themselves instead.”

You crinkled your nose and shook your head in disapproval. “The Guild may have crushed my sense of freedom, but I did not forget my morals and beliefs. Atsushi was willing to risk everything, so I decided I would too. I had nothing else to lose in that moment.” Your gaze caught the way his eyes shifted from studying you to properly seeing you for the first time, and you turned your head away as he spoke next.

“That’s what I thought you would say. Goodness, I may have found someone that may finally agree to a double suicide,” he sighed dreamily.

“I’m sorry, agree to a what—?!” you nearly shrieked.

The disappointment was evident on his face after your question. “Every woman I’ve ever asked has always said no. I thought you would’ve been the one after being so willing to give your own life, especially with such a pretty face.”

The urge to slap Dazai was replaced by confusion for the way your cheeks felt hot at his comment. You decided to hide in the sheets that you held up to your face, hoping you looked disappointed instead of flustered. “You do not ask every woman you encounter. I feel so sorry for them.”

“It is their loss, just like it is yours,” he huffed out and sat back further in the chair that resided by your bedside.

“I’m good, thanks,” you retorted with sarcasm dripping from your words. You showed your face again once you knew the blush from your face was gone, deciding to change the subject before he went on. “How long do I have here?”

Dazai’s eyes slid back over to you. “It would depend on how long you think you are staying.”

Your body squirmed. You got into all this mess trying to find Roberte, and you didn’t know how long it would take to finally locate him. It was never your intention to grace the ADA with your sudden presence, but it was a genuine concern to be left alone with Fitzgerald who would be hunting you down.

“I do not want to burden you. I’m sure the last thing you need is someone else to worry about, at least until I find what I came looking for,” you finally replied. 

“And what is it that you are searching for in Yokohama of all places?” His curiosity was back to soaking up information from you. 

“My brother had written to me. Roberte said he had found work in the Guild and to come join him, but when I arrived, he was nowhere to be found. That’s when Fitzgerald saw my ability and decided to use me for his purposes. I’m not sure Roberte’s even here at this point,” you explained, your voice more fragile now. “I want to go home, but I have to find him first.”

Dazai was quiet at your words before standing up. Your eyes watched his lanky form draw the curtains around your bed, and it was only then that you noted he had discarded the tan trench coat from earlier. Your heart fluttered as he turned towards you, and you excused it for the rising anxiety.

“Are you too exhausted to show me how your ability works?”

The question made your stomach drop, and Dazai could see how much dread was in your eyes at it. You didn’t give him a chance to reply as you took a shaky breath. “Can I ask why first? I’ve never been able to without repercussions.”

“Atsushi said that you could shapeshift into other people. I want to see how you’re able to do it. It’s something we should understand if we are to help protect you here,” he answered. 

You couldn’t argue with his reasoning. Your ability was powerful and had already started to end up in the wrong hands with the Guild. You decided despite your initial discomfort, it would be best to comply.

Your eyes were now staring into his scrutinizing brown ones as you replied. “Can you give me something that has personal meaning or is commonly worn by someone? Nothing of yours, though. I’m afraid as soon as I was able to try, I wouldn’t be able to with how your ability works. It would cancel mine.”

Dazai thought quietly before holding up a finger, signaling for you to wait before stepping out of the curtains and leaving you alone. He shortly returned with something in his hand, and you examined the red sailor collar as it was given to you.

“Give me a moment, please. A new Change is more difficult,” you warned. Your eyes closed as you attempted to focus. Your fingers explored the red fabric, trying to find the connection. It took a few seconds, but you were able to latch onto something. Long, sleek black hair that went down to her hips and dark gray eyes. She was an Agency member despite still being a high school student. You opened your eyes to find Dazai’s interested eyes on you as you finished the shapeshifted appearance.

“Do you know her name?”

You searched through her mind, and with ease found the desired answer. “Naomi?” Your voice startled you, sounding nothing like yours.

“So, you are also able to be convincing once you’re connected to them,” Dazai observed.

“Only if their mind isn’t guarded. There have been people I’ve tried to imitate only to be blocked out of knowing who they are,” you informed.

Dazai was silent for a long moment before speaking again. “You can return back now.”

You sighed in relief as you shifted back to your normal appearance, offering the red collar for him to give back to Naomi. “It works with physical touch, too. It doesn’t just have to be a person’s belongings that make it unique to them.”

“Is it possible to use more than one Change, as you call it?” His hand was on his chin.

“I can have them. They do become harder to maintain in memory if I don’t use them after a certain amount of time, though, and I would have to repeat the same process,” you said.

Dazai hummed, and you determined he was someone who was difficult to read. He always kept an impressive metaphorical mask on his face besides the playful smiles and teasing that you observed earlier. You couldn’t place what he was thinking as he kept his gaze on you. Therefore, it alarmed you when he merely smiled.

“In that case, we’ll discuss everything in the morning. If you need anything, Yosano will be here overnight. I simply wouldn’t want to keep you from recovering,” he cooed as he began to exit. At the last second, he peeked his head past the curtain again. “Make sure to have sweet dreams about me.”

You scowled and raised one of your pillows to hit him with it as a threat before he disappeared with mischievous giggling. You heard the door close and sat the pillow back down once you were alone again. You decided you were going to take up Dazai’s offer and continue to rest, and maybe just once you would have a peaceful night’s sleep while being in the ADA’s safety. 

You curled up underneath the covers, not noticing the small little smile on your lips as you succumbed to sleep. You didn’t dream of Dazai, but you were free from nightmares for one night.

[lilalexchaos]

Good omens

Oneshot

Original fanfic

Enjoy!!

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Warlock finally fell asleep, so nanny have some time off. She knew exactly what she will be doing. She closed the door on boys darken room and went out, right to the garden.

An old gardener was scurring behind a lovely growing patch.

Nanny smirked and walked towards him.

"Mr. Francis, what a stunning flowers you have here." He declamed.

Gardeners face lightened as he looked up at nanny. "Crowley!"

"Not Crowley! I'm a nanny now." He said with amused voice.

"Oh, right my apologies miss -?"

"Ashtoreth." He declared.

"Right." Gardener giggled.

"I'm surprised he isn't frightened of you."

Aziraphale knew he was bringing out his look. He growled.

"So how's Warlock?"

"Oh he's alright. Pretty normal if you ask me."

"Hope you're Right"

"Right now he's taking a nap. Had to sing to him again."

Gardener giggled. "What were you singing him?"

"A lullaby. Usual one. You wouldn't like it."

"Crowley, he's a child!"

"He's an Antichrist Angel!"

Aziraphale looked down. "Still a child."

"Child who's going to end the life on Earth Angel."

"Guess you're right."

"I am." Aziraphale have him a disapproval look and Crowley growled.

"Listen, you mind if i took a look around your garden?" He asked, changing an argument.

"Oh no! Not at All. Actually i was planing to show it to you. Tought you'd like it."

Crowley rised his eyebrows with a smirk on his face. "Show me then."

With a genuine smile Aziraphale led Crowley through the garden showing him all lovely and colorfull flowers he had growned. Aziraphale was so excited for it, Crowley almost forgot to pay attention to what he was saying. Thay were all so beautiful, full of angelic love.

"I see you're doing very well angel. I mean, they're beautiful."

"Oh thank you Crowley, I was really hoping you'll like them"

They walked around a garden for a while, side by side, when suddenly Aziraphale remembered something.

"Oh- I almost forgot!" He cried facing Crowley. "You stay here, I'll be right back."

He run towards a little garden house leaving Crowley without a chance to say a word. He came back few moments later with a small flowerpot with yellow flowers in it.

"I grew these especially for you. When I saw them at first, I emediatly tought of you." Said the Angel handing him flowers.

Crowleys eyes brightened and the angel could see it even through his glasses. "Angel this is- i mean it's beautiful." He said as he was taking flowers from Aziraphale.

"Maybe this time you should actually speak to them. They'll grow much better when you treat them with love instead of hate and fear."

"I'm a demon i can't 'love' " Crowley whispered.

"Oh Crowley I know you better than anyone else and I know you Can love."

Crowley looked in his eyes for a long moment. He wasn't sure how to react. Should he just act as he did always so he don't get to trouble? But Angel risked by saying that. If Heaven or Hell heard that...

He looked to the ground. "But you know we're not allowed to, so it's the same." He said under his breath.

Aziraphale didnt get a chance to react, when young Warlock run betwen two of them.

"Nanny! Brother Francis! We're finally all together!" He cried.

"You young beast why aren't you sleeping?" Asked Crowley with pretended anger.

"I just woke Up. Lets play! Together. Aslo with gardener."

"Well..." he run away to get a ball and in a moment was back with it. "Come on!"

"Right," said Crowley, "let me just out these on side."

Warlock curiously came to flowers in his Nannys hands. "Are they from gardener?"

"Yep." Crowley said firmly and put flowers on a safe place.

"Do you know that if someone gives you a flowers it means they love you? My mum gets plenty of flowers from dad. And her joga teacher."

Crowley was surprised by words of young boy bit looked at Aziraphale and smiled gently. "I know." He said under his breath.

Angels heart started beating so fast he tought he was going to faint but that would be embarassing. He just managed to do a stupid smile and felt a tears apeared in his eyes.

"Right." Said Warlock, taking Nanny and gardener by hands. "Lets play then."

Crowley waited, but nothing happend. It didnt seem Hell or Heaven have noticed something. Now that one was risky.

Warlock dragged them to play football and so they did. For atleast an hour. And they had a great time playing it.

[viatagrinner]

Gilbert von Obsidian. The Prince is a bodyguard. Epilogue

What is the greatest threat to Miss Bunny? Is it a nobleman with malicious intent, or a friend who is willing to betray him? If you were to catch anyone from the court of Rhodolite and ask them, they would all give you the same answer: nothing poses a greater threat than the Prince of Obsidian.

MC: You ....didn't do anything, did you?

Gilbert: Who knows?

Miss Bunny, who must be exhausted by the hostage situation and the betrayal of a friend, is shivering on her bed.

She was not drowning in fear or immersed in the cold, but was simply startled by a nearby face of the opposite sex and trembling with shame at the thought of what she had imagined.

MC: ........What, what did you do?

Gilbert: Hmmm....

(I made a mistake.)

I kiss her lips gently and smile as usual.

(Sorry, I'm in a bad mood right now.)

Miss Bunny, who believed in his betrayed friend to the very end, turned black into white.

The truth is, she must be so wounded that she's having nightmares, but she doesn't show it in any way.

(So... hey.)

Gilbert: Do you need me to remind you?

MC: No, thank you!

I suddenly laughed at Miss Bunny, who jumped up and ran out of bed.

MC: Was ...... a joke by any chance?

Gilbert: You took the liberty of making a mistake, didn't you?

(It's terrible that you believe the traitor but not me.)

However, when I had done something like this before, it seemed that fear outweighed shame, so that it seems that the distance between Miss Bunny and me became much smaller.

Gilbert: If you're up, why don't you get dressed?

MC: Prince Gilbert....

Gilbert: I'll still be here.

MC: .......

Gilbert: Get out?

MC: .....I won't be able to change.

Gilbert: I don't care.

MC: I do care!

Gilbert: It's none of my business.

Not wanting to leave her room in a gloomy mood, I sat back down on the bed and crossed my legs.

Miss Bunny was a little away, looking at me with a disapproving, testing look.

(You're trying to say something, but what is it?)

MC: .....Why are you in a bad mood?

(..........)

I did not expect you to notice me.

(...I thought I was hiding it, but I wonder if Miss Bunny is sensitive to the peculiarities of the human heart.)

It's not something I have to hide, so I honestly admit it and look up at the ceiling.

Gilbert: It's true. .....I can't stand to look at your stupidity.

Only when I put it into words did the cause of the irritation, which had been vague, take on an outline.

Gilbert: I'm a firm believer in not letting others hurt my prey.

Gilbert: Oh, sure, it's okay if that's what I intended.

(The wounds on her neck from being taken hostage and the pain in her heart from being betrayed were all part of the calculation this time.)

(.......However, when I actually saw it, the blood rushed to my head.)

MC: Not good.

Gilbert: Oh, really? You like to be hurt, don't you?

MC: ......When did I say that?

Gilbert: I can tell that just by looking at it.

Gilbert: Even today you put your body on the line to protect your friends.

Gilbert: If it's for others, you're able to suffer in cold blood. Both physically and mentally, right?

MC: .......

Gilbert: You're my prey, and the moment I take my eyes off you, you're going to go out and hurt yourself.

Gilbert: That's how it is...

(....Someday, you may be hurt by someone else who I don't know.)

(Today I'm convinced of that.)

Gilbert: Really, the prey should just curl up and act like the prey.

I shrug my shoulders and take a deep breath. Once I've figured out the reason for my irritation, there's nothing wrong with it....

It just pisses me off Miss Bunny with her kindness.

(Even though it was calculated, she chose to hurt herself and have nightmares about it. ....)

MC: ........

Miss Bunny's eyes widened, and she stood there with a dazed expression on her face.

Gilbert: What's with the dumb face?

MC: Prince Gilbert....

MC: Most people would call it "worrying".

Gilbert: .........Worryng?

MC: You are worried about me, aren't you?

(......You misunderstand something.)

The blackness that swirls in my heart is not the same as a naive feeling of worry.

In the first place, I was the one who decided that Miss Bunny should suffer in this case.

However, something unexpected happened.

The fact that the traitor turned in at the last minute should have given Miss Bunny hope this time.

Faith works miracles. There's nothing wrong with loving others..... right?

That in itself is wonderful, but not everyone will turn to Miss Bunny like they did today.

The more her hopes swell, the deeper the wounds in her heart become.

And yet Miss Bunny will be more likely to choose to injure himself.

Even if I adhere to the "don't let your prey get hurt" principle, I can never get there in time.

(.......... Hmm?)

(No, you're right, it does look like I'm worried when I put it all together.)

(Ugh, that's disgusting. I worry about other people...no no.)

Thank you for everything you have done, including getting me here.

Gilbert: No, you misunderstood me and treated me like a good person.

MC: ...Only this time I don't think it's a misunderstanding.

Gilbert: Hmmm?

Instead of diminishing, frustration grows.

(I have no choice but to retaliate).

Gilbert: Then I'll help you change.

MC: Thank you very much..... How is that possible!?

Ignoring Miss Bunny's cries, I got up and went to the closet.

The clothes that looked like a negligee were easy to find.

Gilbert: You see me as a good-hearted young man who cares about others, don't you?

Gilbert: Then I have to live up to your expectations, at least a little bit.

MC: I don't need help getting dressed!

Gilbert: The ladies need help, don't they?

MC: Maybe, but I don't think it's a good idea....

Gilbert: You're the reason why.

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Flashback:

MC: ....Have you seen my butler?

Gilbert: He's here, isn't he?

MC: Where...?

Gilbert: Right here.

Flashback ended.

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Gilbert: I just remembered that I was your butler's replacement today.

MC: Rio won't even help me get dressed!

Gilbert: Will I do it then? Because I'm good.

I pinned the fleeing Miss Bunny against the wall and blocked her escape route with both hands.

(Miss Bunny should know about this. There is no greater threat than me.)

Gilbert: Here, take it off.

MC: ...... I don't want to.

Gilbert: Take it off or they'll make you take it off.

MC: I don't like either of those options.

Gilbert: Hmm, you want to be undressed so badly?

(I was underestimated, too.)

I hold out my hand to let her know that perhaps I've been too gentle.

Ignoring Miss Bunny's reluctance, I unbutton the buttons on her blouse and pull it off her shoulders ........

Miss Bunny, who up to this point had been frozen, quickly brings her lips close to mine cheek.

I was so surprised that I stopped and stared at her.

Gilbert: Now?

MC: ....You wanted me to kiss you, didn't you?

MC: So forgive me for this.

(I didn't expect this.....)

Gilbert: It's funny. Didn't I say "here"?

When I point my finger at my lips, Miss Bunny shakes her head.

MC: Well...I don't think it will ever happen, but if I fall in love with Prince Gilbert, I'll think about it.

Gilbert: Ha-ha, judging by the way Miss Bunny is acting right now, you can't be absolutely sure.

(Because I like you with such bright red face.)

(It's nice to be liked, but .... I don't want to be misunderstood.)

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit. I'm only protecting you because you're just prey.

Gilbert: I'm not doing this out of petty sentimentality.

MC: Okay, whatever you say.

(.............)

That day, the discomfort in my chest never went away.

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Gilbert's Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Sweet End

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[sunnyrealist]

🌶️ Chapter 38: Fierce Love 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate are on an adventurous camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. The third day is quite eventful. They explore a cave infested with Dementors, who show them illusions - ones depicting their dreams and their fears before attacking (Kate actually has to save Sebastian this time!). We learn more about Sebastian's time in Azkaban. There is intense lovemaking, followed by a rejected proposal (not rejected forever, but Kate isn't impressed to say the least). To top it all off, the couple has their first real fight. Kate decides to reveal to Seb that her family has incredibly high standards and likely will not approve of their relationship because of Sebastian's past. Unsurprisingly, he gets emotional, and both of them are very upset. Kate decides that they need some space, so she heads into her extendable bag to cry while Sebastian goes outside to get some air and clear his head.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. This chapter features a conclusion to the couple's first argument, the hypothetical idea of parental disapproval, lots of talk about deep and true love, a discussion about future children, and intoxication. This is also a spicy chapter that features domination and submission, punishment (spanking), loss of control, and doggy-style sex against a table.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 38: Fierce Love

As Kate places the last dish on the table, Sebastian slinks inside the tent. She inhales and exhales, trying to find some inner peace.

Luckily, his expression looks much calmer. He quickly notices the dinner set on the table and a sigh leaves him. His face is still grim. Sebastian takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to focus, as he holds on to the back of a chair at the table.

"Sorry," he says in a low, raspy voice that betrays the emotions just unleashed while he was alone. "I should not have reacted that way. That was out of line." He pauses for a second and then finally adds, "Are you… alright?"

Kate sighs. "Yes, I'm fine." She wipes a final tear from her face. "And you know what, I'm sorry, too. Maybe this was not the right time to bring this up." She gestures for him to take a seat at the table. "Perhaps I should have waited until we got home."

"Yeah… that might have been better," he mumbles, sitting down. "Still… It’s out now, and I do want to talk about it. I think it's necessary." A pause. "Kate, look..." He meets her eyes. "I know this is going to be a... difficult thing. With your parents, and how they will see me and... everything." Another pause. "I just... I don't want to mess this up with your family. I don't want to be rejected by them. I don't know what I'll do if they hate me." He sighs. "I want to win them over. I want them to give me a chance, even though I'm probably a hell of a lot different than whatever it is they expect. And that’s putting it lightly."

“It’s going to take time,” she finally murmurs after a moment. “Ugh… I already know how it’s going to go.” She shakes her head dejectedly. “But… Seb… they are good people - my parents. They just want what is best for me, but… this-” she gestures between them, “-is not for them to decide. It’s my life. I get to choose who to love.” She exhales and waits a moment before speaking again. “I do believe they will eventually come around. And if they don’t, they will be the ones missing out on an incredible son-in-law.” She gives him a small smile.

His expression softens. "Yes, it may take time..." he muses. "And it likely will not be easy. But if they are good people, like you said, they will come to realize that my past doesn't define me. My past doesn't define my ability to be a good partner for you and a good father to their- their grandchildren..." Sebastian meets her eyes. "I truly am sorry for how I spoke to you, Kate. I don’t know how you have such… infinite patience.” He sighs. “And thank you for being honest, even when I don’t want to hear the truth."

She reaches for his hand and squeezes it. “Of course.” She plates sauteed salmon, lemon parmesan rice, and roasted green beans for both of them. “Bash, they are sensible people. It will be difficult at first because my mum is emotional and concerned with reputation.” She pauses. “I want to lead this with honesty. I will tell them that I am not leaving you, that I will not change my mind. And it will be up to them to decide whether or not and how to integrate their future son-in-law.”

"Yes, that sounds like an excellent idea..." he replies, and his grip on her hand tightens as he finally gives her a small smile. "Honesty is critical. We can't build a foundation based on lies. Not with this. That way, whatever the outcome, at least we can say that we handled this with maturity." He sips his white wine. "Your parents have every right to be concerned for you. But I'm not the same person who made those terrible mistakes when I was sixteen. I have learned and grown up. I’m ready to start my life anew. I'm ready to build a life with you.”

“I know all of that, I do. It’s just going to be tough to tell them the news. I think… I think I should speak to them alone first. It might go over better if you aren’t there.”

His face falls as he processes this, having expected that they would stand and face it all together. But, after some thought, he nods finally and says, "You're right... And you know your parents best.” He pauses after a moment and then asks worriedly, "They won't be terribly mean, will they? Or rude?"

“They won’t be openly rude or mean when you meet them, Sebastian,” Kate replies, looking bothered. “Don’t worry about that. They would never. They’re good-mannered people.” She takes a bite of salmon. “It’s more what they might say or think when you are not around. They’ll feel more comfortable to ask me difficult questions and get their feelings out. They will almost undoubtedly attempt to make me rethink us. It won’t work, though.”

He is quiet as he takes a few bites of his dinner, attempting to mask his anxiety of the ordeal ahead. "So, they will be asking you questions like, 'Why can't you see that he's a dark wizard and bad for you? Why are your feelings more important than our family’s reputation? Are you sure you want to marry a man like him?'"

Kate cringes. “I mean - I hope not… but my mum can come off very strong. Irene and my papa will likely come to terms with us as a couple sooner than she will.” She sighs. “Damn it all. You probably think so badly of my family now. I promise you that this is not who they are at their core. They’re loving and kind and generous and…” She trails off, trying to assess his feelings. “Merlin, I want to add you to the family so badly. I think it would do you so much good to have people in your life that maybe… Maybe someday you’ll consider them parental figures. I just know that you’ll fit in perfectly, personality-wise, with all of us. It’s just… going to require patience.”

"I don't think badly of them," Sebastian replies. "They want to protect you. It's going to be hard for them to understand why you want to be with me, and I suppose I do not blame them for that." 

He savors the last bite of his salmon, and the anxiety inside him begins to soften. Kate is willing to risk her family's approval in order to be with him. It demonstrates just how deeply she cherishes him. 

"You're right," he says. "Patience and understanding will be crucial."

Kate is relieved to hear him say he doesn’t see her family as evil, but she kind of doubts that is the truth right now, especially after Sebastian’s tirade earlier. “I- I don’t think there is much else to discuss on the subject. We’ll face whatever comes together. And we will do it with love and maturity.”

"Yes, and with honesty," he adds. "We'll just have to accept that they may not approve of the idea of me at first. I don't think there's much else we can do besides letting time do its work, and I will be patient as necessary. With that said..." He smiles slightly. "I truly do hope they are not as harsh as you think they will be. And I hope you will stand up for me, if necessary, to tell them that I am not this bad person that they might think I am."

“You don’t need to worry about that at all, my love,” she replies. “I would do anything for you. Even… fight off a dozen Dementors.” Her smile is cheeky. “You’ll never have to wonder if I would protect you in a life or death situation.” 

As crickets chirp and the wind blows outside, the two enjoy some more bites of their food in comfortable silence. Kate’s eyes make their way to Sebastian, looking over his features. His face, lit by flickering candlelight, is swimming in freckles. Unbeknownst to him, his chestnut hair is a mess, probably from being outside in the cold wind. A broad chest with muscular arms, sculpted from fight after fight in prison, then from training with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He’s a masterpiece, Kate thinks to herself.

“I never thought you’d be able to battle so fiercely,” Sebastian remarks. “No offense. You’re just… full of surprises. You keep me on my toes all the time, Kate.” He stares as she smiles and drinks her wine. Then, he smirks. “Are you sure you aren’t a warrior at heart?”

Kate almost spits out her wine, then laughs heartily. “Godric’s heart, no!” She shakes her head dramatically, still chortling. A playful look comes over her face. “Little librarian me? Not in a million years. However… if I have to defend someone I love, watch out.” She raises her hands to make them look like claws. “A true Hufflepuff - gentle and patient and kind, yet fierce when provoked.”

Sebastian chuckles at her charade. Her silly side is adorable. “So… just a meek, petite, polite librarian… until there is a need to protect her love. Then, she turns into a dangerous wild beast.”

“Roooooooaaaaarrrr!” Kate growls and lunges at Sebastian, immediately erupting into giggles.

After settling down and enjoying quite a bit more wine, she turns more serious. “I suppose we are one for one now. I saved your life today, and you saved me from that monster, Clyde Parkinson. I guess we’re both rather protective. Is that also a Slytherin trait?”

Sebastian tilts his head as she asks about Slytherin. “Of course. It’s a big part of the Slytherin mentality. We look out for our own; we don’t hesitate to defend the ones close to us, but for us, it doesn’t matter what methods are required.” An image of Clyde Parkinson, his face filled with blood as Sebastian landed blow after blow, comes to mind. Upon reflection, Sebastian wonders if he went too far. But when he remembers Kate screaming, half-dressed, and the position in which Parkinson had forced her against the wall, ready to prey upon her honor, he doesn’t feel sorry. Not one bit. “It’s one of our best qualities. Being protective is how we survive and achieve our best.”

“So, I suppose I fall into that category, then? Someone close to you?” Kate bats her eyelashes in a silly manner.

“Well, of course. Someone very close to me. The closest anyone has been to me in a decade.” He gives her a small, teasing grin after sipping more wine. “I suppose, in that sense, you have become part of the Slytherin family.”

Kate laughs heartily. “Slytherin family, huh?” She eats a little more rice, then pushes her plate away, finished. A mischievous look takes over her face. “Will we be a Slytherin family?”

“Erm, yes. Yes!” His grin grows bigger as he realizes what she means. He meets her eyes. “Yes, I absolutely hope we will be a Slytherin family.”

Kate is poised and more than ready to tease him. “Or… we could be a Hufflepuff family…”

Sebastian bursts into laughter. “Oh, no, you don’t!” He playfully reaches out to grab her hands and clings onto them tightly, shaking them. 

“Oh, yes, I do!” Kate shrieks.

“You’re not turning me into a Hufflepuff!”

 “Just imagine it: Every time a new little Sallow comes to the front of the Great Hall, the Sorting Hat immediately declares, ‘Hufflepuff!’” She cackles. “Wouldn’t that be delightful?!”

He groans at her comment and then chuckles, despite his protests, still shaking her hands. “Oh, no. Please, no. I simply could not have my family line be cursed in that way - by having the Sorting Hat declare them all Hufflepuffs year after year!” His smile is huge. “It just wouldn’t be right!” 

They can hear the sound of crickets outside as the sun begins to set whenever the chuckles momentarily subside.

Kate takes a large sip of wine and then pours herself another very full glass, refilling Sebastian’s cup as well. It doesn’t escape his notice that her face is growing more rosy by the minute, her giggles getting louder and more high-pitched. “Cuuursed?! Cursed?! Do you really think it would be that awful to have little Sallows in Hufflepuff?! I would be soooo proud to see them…” she hiccups. “...in my h-house!” She lifts her arm, pumping dramatically, as if in victory. In doing so, wine splashes out of her cup and onto her dress.

Sebastian hasn’t smiled so hard in ages. He is now completely on board with this game they are playing. He’s sure to win if her red complexion indicates anything. “Yes - cursed! Being sorted into Hufflepuff is the worst curse I could possibly imagine! I cannot fathom having all of my descendants be doomed to wear that yellow, the color of sunflowers!” He continues in an even more dramatic manner. “And being proud of it?! Never! It would be a disgrace to the Sallow name!”

“Nnnnnnow you’ve done it!” Kate cries, banging her hands on the table and shooting up. She stomps over to him and violently shakes him by his shoulders. “You’ve i-insulted Hufflepuff aaaaand sunflowers! How dare you, Mr. Sallow!!!” She starts giggling again and doubles over. “I declareeee it now - our precious babies will be Hhhhhhufflepuffs!”

Sebastian can’t help but laugh at her antics, eager to goad her tipsy tomfoolery further.  “Never! Never in a million years! No matter how much wine you drink and how pissed you get, Kate Camellia Mayflower, you will not curse my children with that!” He observes her huffing and puffing. “I’ll never let them join that house! I’ll send them off to Hogwarts with green scarves instead. If anything, they’ll be Slytherin! I will not accept any… lesser option!”

Kate traipses back to her side of the table to retrieve her glass of wine, downing what is left. “Your children? Your children?! I think you are f-forgetting something, Sebastian Renatus Sallow - they’ll be ours!” She points at him dramatically. “And what are you gonna do? Bribe the S-Sorting Hat?!” She bursts out laughing.

Sebastian shakes his head as he watches her wine disappear. He can’t help but chuckle himself at her good cheer. She’s a hilarious drunk. “I suppose that’s true, but they will still be my children, and they’ll be just like their father - all Slytherin! And as for the Sorting Hat, do you think that I would not do anything and everything within my power to ensure that they are sorted into Slytherin? You know that’s Slytherin to the core!”

“You ffffffucking Slytherins! You play diiiiiiiirty!” she cries, throwing up her hands. She marches towards him again but trips over her own feet drunkenly, ending up sprawled across his lap. Then, as though it was his fault she fell, she yells, “Sebby! You naughty boy!”

The laugh that erupts from him when she trips and falls into his lap is one of pure amusement. Kate attempts to sit up in his lap, and he places his hands lightly on her waist in assistance. “Oh, really?” He chuckles, then leans towards her and whispers, “If I’m… a naughty boy, what are you going to do about it?” Kate giggles. “Your breath is tickling my ear, Sebby!” She squirms around, kicking her feet. “Naughty boys… need to be punisheddddd…” 

Sebastian can’t help but lean even closer, whispering directly in her ear. “Punished, huh? Is that so?” His eyes flicker down. The bodice of her dress is wet, drenched in wine, and a button has come loose, exposing some cleavage. He lets his eyes linger for a beat before slowly looking back up. “I could think of a few ways of punishing you,” he begins to tease, “but you might be too pissed to know what I’m talking about.”

Kate gasps. “Punish me?” She laughs. “Whatever for? I’m notttt pissed!” She notices his gaze has fallen upon the bodice of her simple pink frock, causing her to narrow her eyes.

“Oh, I know you’re drunk, my love,” he replies, then leans in again and flicks at the loose fabric. “You’re so drunk you don’t even recognize that that button has fallen loose.” He lets a beat pass before finally whispering, “But I know what to do about a dirty, naughty little Hufflepuff…”

“You’re the one sssssaying mean things abou- about Hufflepuff,” she whines, then hiccups. “I just know our babies will beeeeee…. In Hufflepuff, and you- you’ll be sorry, Sebby…” Her bottom wiggles over his groin as she squirms around, attempting to get away from the tight grip he has around her waist and torso. “Why? Why…. does a Slyyyyytherin get to punish a… Hufflepuff???”

“Because we’re better - we really are,” he answers in a mocking tone, his smile curling deviously. “And because Hufflepuffs like you need to know their place - that’s why! You belong to a Slytherin now, and your children will belong to Slytherin as well. It’s high time you realized that there is a hierarchy… and how that hierarchy really works.”

“Oh, p-piss off,” Kate spits. “There is no such… hi-hierarchy….” She grinds more on top of him, feeling him grow hard. “I-It’s all about… control for you lot. And Slytherins… they like to t-think they h-have control, but they d-don’t…” 

“Oh, yes there is - don’t be ridiculous! And control is what we have - it’s a simple fact.”

Kate suddenly unbuttons her bodice further, fanning herself. “Why is it so fucking warm in here?!”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow. “Warm? Maybe you should take off that pesky little dress.”

“Y-you’d like me to- to take my clothes off?” she asks innocently.

His eyes flicker towards her open bodice as he grins. “I would absolutely love it if you took this dress off, my love.”

“W-well…” Kate begins. “The t-thing about control… is that… I don’t have to do what you want… Y-you’re the one under my controlllll…. Just look at the state of you! I’m getting exactly w-what I wanted… You’re already hard because of meeeeee. I’m in control… Your control is just a… facade…”

Sebastian’s smile suddenly falters, but he decides to stand his ground. “Really? You think you’re in control? If so, maybe you should demonstrate… and do something about this… monster you’ve created.” He gives her a cheeky grin and bounces her on his leg.

“T-That’s right. We make Sssssslytherins think they have control because they like to think they have power. But it’s us - the Hufflepuffs - behind the curtain!” Kate smirks, her demeanor slightly changing. “You know… I don’t think I am going to do anything about this.” She gestures towards his lap, then giggles and moves to hop off of him.

His grin turns into a grimace; he grabs her wrists as she tries to leave. “Oh, no, no, no - not so fast…” He sounds playful at first, but after struggling to keep her on his lap, his tone becomes firm. “You are going to reap the consequences of your teasing, my love.”

Kate hiccups. “You’reeee the one getting punished!” She begins another attempt at escape, but his grip tightens around her waist, keeping her in place.

With a raised eyebrow, he asks, “Is that so? Well, if you think I’m being punished right now, let’s just see how you feel when I really punish you…”

Her smirk turns to confusion and then a slight bit of fear. “W-what?”

Sebastian leans in close, his voice lowering. “If you think that was a punishment, then just wait until you see what I have planned for you, my love. You will beg for me to stop, and I won’t...”

Kate’s mouth drops. She stops squirming, defeated, but also curious, exhilarated, and fearful all at once. 

He can’t help but smirk as he sees what kind of effect his words have on her. He leans back a bit, keeping one hand on her wrist and the other tight on her waist. “Let me tell you something,” he begins, his voice still low and with a somewhat threatening edge to it. “You have been a very naughty, very dirty girl tonight, and you need to be reprimanded.”

“Seb…” Kate’s tone is full of worry. “Please…”

His grip suddenly tightens. “Oh, a punishment has to happen, my dirty little Hufflepuff. There will be no more warnings. I’m going to teach you a lesson…”

“No,” she squeaks. “I… I don’t want that. Please…” 

“You should have thought of that earlier. You should have known what would happen.” The hand around her wrist tightens.

“Ouch!” Kate yelps. “Don’t hurt me!”

There is an audible scoff. “Oh, but why should I not? You teased me, and for that, you’re going to be punished. So, now, it’s just a matter of how I’m going to punish you.” He suddenly lets go of her wrist, sliding his hand up her thigh and onto her rear.

Her eyes go wide. She shrieks as he suddenly flips her over so that she is bent over his knee. He slides the hem of her dress up, exposing her bottom. That’s when Kate finally realizes what is about to happen. “Sebby… n-no! Pleeeeeease!” 

“Oh, but dear,” he murmurs, “I’m afraid that the time for pleading has passed.” He squeezes her arse and gives it a hard spank.

“OW!” she shrieks. She tries fruitlessly to get away from him. “Seb…”

Another hit. “Sorry, my love, but you need to be punished… I’m not going to listen to you anymore.” The moment he finishes speaking, he gives her another firm spank, the sound echoing off of the walls of their tent.

Her body jerks as he slaps her arse over and over again, handprints blooming red against her pale skin. 

“Stop! Stop!” Kate pleads. “Please, Seb!”

“Stop? I’m not done yet, my love.” He smirks and gives her a firm slap again, his palm lingering on her skin. “There’s still so much more that you need to learn about your place…”

Tears well in Kate’s eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong!” she protests. “It hurts!”

“It’s meant to hurt!” His grip on her hip tightens. “Oh, you did plenty wrong, my love,” he murmurs. “You were teasing me, grinding up on me, all while knowing how badly you wanted to be punished. It was inevitable; that’s just how it works with a dirty little Hufflepuff like you.”

“But you w-were being so meannnn! Aren’t we even?!” she cries out, tearing up, as he resumes spanking her over and over.

“No, we are not even,” he hisses, watching her red arse jiggle slightly with each hit. “You know why we aren’t even? Because you drove me to it. You are the one in the wrong here - that’s why you’re being taught a lesson.”

“Stop! Stop! Please!” she wails as he lands blow after blow. “This is over some stupid argument about what house our children will be in! It’s not right!”

There’s a moment of reprieve as he mockingly responds. “Oh, is that what this is about? Just that silly banter?”

Kate breathes in and out slowly, trying to manage the pain. “I-It was… also about… control…” she answers quietly.

There’s a moment of silence.

“I see… And… you were the one wanting to be in control during that argument?” Sebastian asks calmly and seriously.

“I… yes…” she answers hesitantly, not wanting any further pain. “B-but not anymore, Seb. It’s you. Y-you’re in control.” She lowers her head.

“Is that so?” he questions. “Then would you say that I am still in control for whatever I do right now?”

“Yes,” she replies obediently, and in the next moment, she is thrown over the table, her arse in the air. “W-what?!” She hears Sebastian hastily unbuttoning his trousers.

As his trousers and shorts slide down his legs, he tells her with a slightly more playful edge, “I can do whatever I want to you right now, can’t I?”

She feels his groin press flush against her stinging bottom and whimpers. His manhood pokes against her center, and he starts chuckling darkly when he realizes how wet she is. “Guess you enjoyed that, didn’t you, my dirty little Hufflepuff? There was no need to protest so much. We’re about to have some more fun, alright? It’s gonna feel so good. You don’t have to hide how much you love this…”

Kate gasps as he pushes inside her heat. Without giving her any time to adjust, he starts moving, his pace quick. Every time his groin snaps against her rear, she yelps in both pain and pleasure. “Seb… Seb… Oh… Seb!” she shrieks.

“That’s it, my love,” he hisses as he speeds up. His moans intermingle with the slapping of skin and that of wet squelching. “Oh, gods… it’s good…” He closes his eyes in satisfaction. “Who’s in charge, my naughty girl?”

Kate can hardly breathe, her eyes shut tight. “You! You are!” she screams. “Sweet Merlin! Oh, gods!”

“Yes, that’s right… I am! So what does that make you, my love?”

Even thinking is difficult. Almost all she can register is the stinging every time he thrusts against her arse. Drool slips out of her mouth. “Yours. Yours to control! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, I’m close!”

The dishes on the table are rattling; a wine glass is close to the edge, but he pays it absolutely no mind and continues on.

“And what…. what do I own of yours?” Sebastian asks. When she doesn’t answer, only breathing heavily, he repeats the question. “What do I own of yours? Answer me!”

Kate lets out a long moan, then struggles to answer as he absolutely pounds into her. “My body. It’s… It’s yours! Aaaahhhh… Sebastian! You… You own me!” Her vision starts going white; she is falling over the edge.

Sebastian groans as her walls tighten around him. Thrusting hard into her a few more times, he feels himself giving into bliss as well. He pushes as deep as possible as he unleashes a huge load, his heart pounding in his ears as he utters unintelligible words of praise.

Coming down from her high, Kate whimpers. Sebastian collapses on top of her, reaching forward to grope her breast as he tries to return back to reality himself. 

“Oh my gods…” she murmurs breathlessly.

“Sweet Merlin…” he agrees breathlessly. “That was amazing.” He looks utterly winded, sweating and panting profusely, as he finally pulls out of her.

Kate slides from the table to the floor, absolutely boneless and shaking from the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Her breathing is as heavy as his. “Sebastian…” she chokes out. “Seb…”

He follows her down on all fours, moving carefully next to her. After a moment, he presses a gentle kiss to her lips. “Kate…” he murmurs. “You were incredible. You know that, right?”

Her face is flushed as she gazes upon him. One of her breasts has completely fallen out of her bodice; she can’t be bothered to fix it. She just needs to revive herself first. Naturally, it doesn’t escape Sebastian’s notice. He reaches up to squeeze her breast gently. “I think your dress looks… better… like that…” 

Kate allows Sebastian to pull down her bodice enough to expose her other breast as well. He kneads her soft flesh, flicking her pebbled nipples as she whimpers.

“You - ahhh - you love them, don’t you?”

Sebastian lets out a low chuckle. “You know damn well I do.” He gives her breasts another squeeze. “I mean, look at them! How could I not?!”

She giggles and scrunches her nose. “Do you ever think they’re too big? I certainly do.”

“Too big?” he asks incredulously. “No. Trust me, your breasts are perfect.”

“They’ll be unbearable someday when you get me pregnant,” she muses nonchalantly, a far-off look on her face. “Absolutely unbearable.”

“Oh, trust me,” he responds, leaning in closer, cupping her tits. “I’ll be more than happy to bear them… in my hands, that is. All the time.”

Kate scoffs and playfully swats him. “Sebastian!”

He smiles even wider than before, an amused look forming on his face. “You say my name as if you expect me to behave. You know I can’t manage that.”

“Do you need to be punished now?” she asks, playfully rubbing her hands together as if she’s some evil mastermind. Propping herself up on one arm, her breasts swing as she moves - his eyes are trained on them. “I think you’re far more naughty than me.”

“Yeah?”

“I can see what you’re thinking about right now, Mr. Sallow. You’re absolutely insatiable. I swear, you’d go at it all night if I agreed.” She scoffs.

His eyes light up. “Do you agree?’

“Gods!” she laughs. “You’re like a rabbit. Sometimes it feels like you’re trying to breed me.”

Sebastian is caught off guard by her comment and lets out a soft snicker. “Yes, and…? Maybe you’d like that. Maybe you’re not entirely against it yourself.”

Kate’s face turns red quickly as she looks away and attempts to compose herself. “Seb… I…” she stammers.

“Mm, so I was right then, wasn’t I?” His tone has once again gotten flirty and teasing. “Are you embarrassed? Don’t be. Would you want… to be bred by me?”

She continues blushing silently but finally answers after a few moments. “Not now… not until after we’re married and ready for babies.” She’s quiet again, thinking about it. Then, she gives him a lopsided grin. “Anything before that is just… practice.”

“Is that so?” he chuckles. “So… what I take away from that is that you’re saying we have been doing lots of practicing, then…” Smiling, he leans down to give her another kiss, his lips lightly brushing over her cheek. “We should continue practicing…”

Kate breathes out shakily, his face so close to hers. One of his hands glides up her leg, caressing her thigh. “Oh, Seb…” she murmurs, filled with desire. “Take me to bed.”

Sebastian scoops her up, carrying her over to the bed as she giggles, still slightly buzzed. 

“How should we practice?” she asks innocently as he finally removes her dress and then his own tunic.

“Oh, you know the answer to that perfectly well,” he responds playfully, laying her down on the bed and clambering over her. His hands roam all over her body. “Practicing is not the same as the actual thing - you know, actually trying for children…” His tone is more sensual. “But we must practice, you see, so we can be ready after marriage…”

“Mmmm… I see.” She gives him a coy look. “So… how often must we practice, darling?”

“Oh, often,” he whispers, his lips now brushing against her neck. “Every single night until we’re married. At least once every night. And even after we’re married… we should continue practicing, maybe even more…” He squeezes her thigh. “Don’t believe for even a single second that I’ll ever get tired of it.”

“Oh, goodness!” Kate puts on an air of naivety. “But, darling, we cannot - not until marriage!” She puts the back of her hand to her forehead as though she might faint, then cracks up and continues her charade. “Perhaps we should get dressed. One of us ought to sleep on the floor. We wouldn’t want to cause a scandal by sharing a bed!”

Sebastian’s grin is crooked. He presses little kisses all along her collarbone. “Oh… I suppose you’re right. We wouldn’t want anyone to get any wrong ideas if they were to find us.” He lets out an amused chuckle. “Yes, we should sleep in different beds, just in case.”

Kate lifts her head to kiss his lips. “It would only be proper!” She wraps her legs around his waist, bringing their naked bodies even closer. “You wouldn’t want to take advantage of a sweet young lady like me…” She bats her eyelashes.

“I would never,” he responds in the same playful tone. “Who would have ever thought you’d find yourself in a situation of such… lewdness!”

Kate lays kisses all over Sebastian’s face as she hugs him, pressing his chest against her pillowy breasts. “We are in a proper courtship, Sebastian Sallow. We should never give in to our passions prior to marriage.” She runs her hands over his back. “And talking about making babies is not fit for polite society.”

“Oh, my apologies…” he responds as he runs his fingers over her arms in a featherlight touch. “I should never speak of such things, not with your sweet innocence. We must never speak of it again. Not until our wedding night.”

Kate looks at him with doe eyes, feigning confusion. “Our wedding night? What happens on one’s wedding night?” Her hands travel up his back and neck to settle on his cheeks, pulling his face to hers so she can kiss him deeply.

“Oh,” he says before giving into the kiss as his hands continue to explore her body. “Well… most people like to… practice even more of what we just did…”

“Most people… Hmmm…” she muses. “But what about you, Sebastian? What would you want to do on our wedding night?” She bites her lip.

He grins, breaking out of character momentarily. “I would want… to be inside of you…” His hands start to slide lower. His tone becomes more seductive. “To fill you with my seed.”

Kate giggles. “Only once that night, of course, right, Seb? And only when we’re ready for children. Never before.”

“Certainly, that’s what a proper couple might think…” His teeth nip at the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. His voice is husky. “But I want to do improper things to you all day, every day… And on our wedding night, I’ll never leave your body. We won’t sleep at all.”

Kate grinds against Sebastian, speaking in the tone of a well-mannered society girl. “Oh, but Seb… I must know how to please my husband on our wedding night. I wonder who could help me? I need a teacher desperately.”

“Oh, dear Kate,” he teases in a playful tone. “Whoever could that be?”

She gasps as he suddenly grabs her hands, pinning them high above her head. Her pert nipples graze his chest. “Oh, Sebastian. Please, please teach me…”

“Perhaps I might… teach you all the different ways you could make me… love you… crave you… make me want to worship you…”

Kate groans as he grinds against her. Her voice is desperate, needy. “Show me. Sebastian, teach me. Show me what to do, my love…”

Sebastian smiles as he whispers in a seductive voice. “And Kate… Just as you should learn how to please your future husband, he should… learn how to please you. So, tell me, my dear, what should your future husband know?”

Squirming underneath his powerful body, she manages to quietly respond, “Well… the first thing for my husband to know is… hmmm… I love romance and kisses…” She places her lips on his cheek. “Now, what should your wife know that you like?”

“Yes, me too. She should know… I like to feel wanted.” Sebastian leans in and captures her lips in his. 

Kate smiles adoringly. “ Seb, oh, gods, does she want you. She wants you like nothing else in this world. You’ll never have to question that - ever.” She kisses him again, slowly and tenderly. “I… I think my husband should know that I love when he touches me all over my body…” “Yes. Yes, she does like that,” he chuckles, running his free hand up and down her abdomen. “And I already know she loves having someone take charge… someone who can take control. She likes when her husband is a bit more… assertive.” His grip tightens around the wrists he has pinned over her head.

“True,” she murmurs, moaning as his other hand reaches her breast, settling and gently squeezing. “And… mmmmm… What else should your wife know about you, Bash?”

“She should know I am often curious and experimental. That I enjoy trying new things… and exploring,” he pauses to bite and suck a mark into her neck as she whimpers. “She should know that I am an incredibly patient man… who is able to last a very long time…”

“Adventurous,” she breathes out. “And absolutely insatiable…” She chuckles a little, dragging her fingertips down his back and settling them over his arse. “Your wife definitely knows how relentless you can be. She might not be quite as insatiable as you, but she loves how desired her husband can make her feel. It’s flattering.” She kisses his cheek.

Sebastian’s breath becomes more labored. “Yes… and my wife knows that I’m also possessive and protective. She knows she is mine. She knows that I am an incredibly jealous man.” He lets out a small laugh as he pulls her body closer, flush against his. “But somehow, she is capable of making all of my negative feelings just melt away.”

“Your wife belongs to you completely, darling,” she whispers in his ear. “There is no other man she would ever consider. And she knows full well what you might do if a stranger ever touches her… She feels so safe with you.”

They kiss for a few moments, slowly and languidly.

“My wife knows I would kill for her if I had to, but luckily… because she has me, I doubt anyone would dare get too close.” He continues nipping the skin of her neck over and over, then giving a soothing kiss to each new, blooming mark. The sound of her little whines makes him desire her even more.

“And my husband should know… that his wife would lay down her life for his if necessary,” she murmurs. “Really. She would.” Kate gives him a gentle smile as they make eye contact. “My husband deserves the entire world and more. I want to fulfill his every desire, to try just about anything he wants to try…”

Sebastian flashes a smile and blushes as she says this. His hand finally releases hers, but she doesn’t move them, leaving them laying high over her head. Sebastian caresses her cheeks, then pulls her in for another tender kiss. “I love you, Kate.”

“I love you, Sebastian,” she tells him. “Please don’t ever leave me. I couldn’t bear it.”

He squeezes her as he responds, “I will never leave you. Never… I could never.” He kisses her again. “Not now, not in a thousand years. I am yours, and you are mine. You are my everything, from this moment until the end of time.”

The only sound other than their lips smacking against each other is the chirping of crickets - a perfect soundtrack.

Kate takes his face in her hands. “We haven’t been together long, and yet, this feels so right, so perfect. Some people never find what we have, Seb… and I pity them. I do. I could never live without this love anymore.” She pauses, kissing his shoulder. “I don’t understand it - how it just seems like I’ve known you forever, loved you forever. The moment we spoke that night in Diagon Alley… the first time you held me when we apparated to Hogsmeade… It just felt so good to be with you.”

Her words fill Sebastian with butterflies. He can’t help but smile. “I know what you mean. It seems as though I’ve known you far longer than I have. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I felt something. Something powerful… something deep… something I just had to have and keep.”

Kate chuckles. “I remember it well - how it felt when you were staring at me that night.” She smiles fondly. “The moment I saw you, I just had to speak to you. I was so curious.” She caresses his cheek. “And ever since then, everything I feel… It’s just so intense, Seb. So intense.”

“I felt the same way. I saw you and couldn’t look away. There was so much desire to meet you… to know you… and maybe even to love you. And after that first night…” His words are filled with affection, a deep warmth, as he looks in her eyes. “Everything I’ve felt with you… it’s far more powerful than I’ve felt with anyone other than family.”

“That first morning, when I sent you away because you admitted to me about your past and dark magic… I don’t know if I had ever felt so depressed in my entire life,” she admits. “It felt like something was being ripped away from my soul - my very soul. I was miserable for weeks.”

“I thought I had lost you…” Sebastian’s eyes are far off, contemplating how melancholy he felt back then. “I thought that I had lost the love of my life forever.”

Kate presses her forehead to his. “Thank Merlin you wrote to me. Thank Merlin. Who knows where we would be otherwise…”

“Yes. I might never have seen you again…” A sigh escapes him as he imagines that outcome - not having her in his life. Pure loneliness. Wandering from place to place without purpose, drinking every night in an attempt to forget the past, debating if it’s worth being alive at all…

She kisses him tenderly, recognizing his expression and pulling him out of his thoughts. “I love you, my moon. My sweet moon.”

“And I love you, my sun… my beautiful sun…” A smile curls on his lips as he runs his fingers through her yellow hair. “Please… I want to make love to you again…”

Kate’s answer is a deep kiss. She allows herself to be ravished once more. 

[honorhearted]

Despite the woman's disapproval -- or was she merely teasing? -- there was a playful lilt to her voice that immediately put him at ease. And then somehow, she managed to guess his costume on the first try.

Delighted, he asked, "Are you an admirer of Shakespeare's plays, by chance? I don't wish to say it's rare to meet a well-read woman, but...well...it is rare. I've often feared I've lulled my female companions into a comatose state whenever I go off on my tangents."

The woman turned his attention to her own ensemble, and eyes lighting up, he exclaimed once she made her reveal, "Oh, yes, of course! Titania! If I'd gone as Oberon, I suspect I would've had more claim to remain by your side for the evening."

Almost instantly, Benjamin winced. The art of flirtation had long since eluded him, and now was by far no exception. Before he could apologize, however, a distraction came in the form of a small, rambunctious girl. She began talking about unicorns in eager verve, and Benjamin's heart leapt at the recollection of a very specific conversation he'd held in his not-so-distant memory.

"And is that your costume?" he asked her, amusement warming his eyes. "I personally think you've got the right idea. It would be much better to fly than to walk."

The girl scrunched her nose, giving him a skeptical once-over. Although he was all too happy to divulge his identity (again), the woman reminded her small companion of the night's objective, and the child seemed appeased.

She darted off -- or Frances, as she was quickly reprimanded -- and slowly, Benjamin's smile faded in recognition. "Frances?" he echoed, startled. "As in...Frances Pleinsworth?"

Giving the woman a far more intensive once-over, he blinked a few times before asking, "Miss Wynter? Is that you struggling underneath all that tulle and pearls?"

Despite his shock -- and yes, perhaps even a bit of hurt bemusement -- he couldn't deny the rush of relief he felt over seeing her again. "I was beginning to think you might've been a figment of my imagination," he said. "I know the ton isn't small, but it's also not incredibly large, either. I had assumed -- or rather, hoped -- I might see you or the girls long before now."

Anne remained silent for a long time. “About the other day… I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly. I realize it was rather rude of me so... I wanted to apologize.”

The cowed look in her eyes reflected nothing short of sincerity, and Benjamin's smile softened. "No harm done," he assured her. "I told you I was dull, remember? I suppose I just didn't realize how dull until you took off."

“I hope I didn’t offend you too terribly," she continued. "I would still like to be friends, if your offer remains on the table, that is.”

"It was never taken off," Benjamin promised. "Truth be told, I don't have many here I can consider friends, beyond the Bridgertons, but they're my employers...it's not the most professional thing to befriend the family paying my salary, but they're endeared to me unlike any other." He chuckled. "Well...perhaps you will prove otherwise? Now's your chance to woo my affections."

Clasping his hands behind his back, he nodded out toward the crowd. 'Where are your other girls? I wouldn't mind meeting them...unless, of course, you find me too dull to hold their focus for more than an introduction?" Benjamin grinned, flashing her a knowing glance. He intended to tease her for her departure as long as he could; which, admittedly, seemed like a fair comeuppance for all the times she'd teased him about her ankles.

Although she was sure Lady Pleinsworth had invited her as a guest rather than a babysitter, Anne still found herself watching the youngest daughters closely, if only out of habit. The masquerade was supposed to be fun, Harriet had reminded her. It was a night of magic and mischief, Frances had assured, though Anne wasn’t entirely convinced Lady Frances knew what sort of mischief truly happened at such events. For the most part, the younger Pleinsworth girls were simply glad to be allowed entrance to such a notable soirée. Frances, in particular, had taken it upon herself to choose roles for everyone once she found out about the dress code. Harriet offered her own input on costume choices, but ultimately acquiesced to her sister's shenanigans. And Elizabeth, dear, sweet Elizabeth, hadn’t made a fuss about much of anything. She was surely well accustomed to her sisters’ antics by now. Anne was too, or so she liked to believe. But every once in a while, the children’s energy surprised her and she found herself winded.

Much like how she was tonight. The girls had assured her she looked like a fairy princess, but Anne felt less like Titania and more like a lightning bug in a tutu. If she had said such a thing aloud, however, it might've sparked an irrevocable idea in little Frances' mind. As it was, her dress was beautiful, in an odd, theatric way. A mixture of pink and yellow tulle decorated her gown and a pair of handmade fairy wings hung from her back, courtesy of Frances and Elizabeth's crafty talents. The dress was a bit much for Anne’s taste, but she could learn to deal with it for a single night. She would tolerate almost anything for a single night if it made the girls happy.

The mask, however, was the true obstacle. Frances had been adamant that Anne was not to remove the mask before the ball ended, under any circumstances, lest she risked turning into a rat. The governess didn’t question the logic, and instead agreed to follow the terms and conditions without further explanation. At least, no one would question why a lowly governess was there if her identity was hidden behind a mask of glitter and lace. And Anne couldn’t deny that the mask was beautiful, but it almost felt too extravagant for her. Shaped like butterfly wings, it covered the top half of her face and obscured all but her eyes—thankfully, Frances had been kind enough to grant Anne her vision for the night. Leaving only her lips free to see, she felt a sense of vulnerability, but also a sense of freedom.

Once they arrived at the ball, Anne’s insecurities lessened, her attention focused on all four of the Pleinsworth girls. Lady Sarah, the eldest whom was no longer under her care, was the least likely to cause trouble, but Anne still found herself searching searching for her in the crowd every once in a while. Sarah stood valiantly beside her cousin Honoria, while Harriet and Elizabeth had scattered off into a corner to chatter with their other Smythe-Smith cousins. Her youngest pupil, however, didn’t seem to stray too far away from her skirts, always within shouting distance. Frances had already been reprimanded a handful of times already for trying to stab other partygoers with her horned mask, but it didn't seem to have the slightest effect on her behaviors. Thankfully, the horn that adorned her mask was made of nothing more than paper and cloth so Anne didn’t have to worry about any real damage being inflicted to the attendees.

Except, it seemed Anne herself wasn’t to be spared from such a thing. She felt the collision first, a startled gasp escaping her as she spun around to face the culprit. His voice caught her attention before anything else. Well, anything after the collision and momentary disorientation. He muttered an apology and she found herself rather endeared to his sincerity. He could've easily blamed her for being distracted and she would've been expected to apologize and accept defeat. But he didn't seem eager to push the blame onto anyone other than himself, and the gentle glimmer in his eyes made her blush beneath the winged mask. Anne’s heart clenched and she felt a fluttering in her stomach as he stammered on, hopelessly distracted by the beauty of his eyes.

“It’s alright.” Nervously, she laughs, hands up in mock surrender. “No harm done. Though, I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that your glass was empty.”

Her lips twitched as he offered his name—his surname, to be precise. It struck her as strange and oddly charming. A strange gesture for a strange man. It only took a moment for her to recognize the name, to piece it together with the familiarly unfamiliar accent. It was the American man she’d met the other day. Benjamin, if she recalled correctly. The man of whom she’d left behind in a cloud of dust. She’d nearly forgotten that he had said he would be in attendance tonight, and she feels like a complete dunce for not being more aware.

“Forgive me if I’m mistaken, sir, but I believe the idea of the masquerade is to remain anonymous.” Narrowing her eyes, she couldn’t hide the smirk on her lips. The mask allowed her to shield the playful arch of her brow, but with her mouth uncovered, it was hard to hide her amusement. “For your sake, I’m willing to forget your introduction. As witty as it was.”

At the very least, you can still guess who I’m supposed to be? Anne paused a moment and allowed her eyes to take in the sight of his costume. Paying attention to anything else was a welcomed reprieve from trying her best to avoid meeting his gaze. Anne had never seen such beautiful eyes on a man before and it was difficult not to take notice when they seemed to look right through to her soul. She perched her fists on her hips, donning a dramatical teacher’s stance to thoroughly examine his outfit. It was certainly well-crafted and it did look familiar, though she couldn’t place a name to the it right away. She tilted her head to the side, wracking her brain for who he might be and when she finds the answer, she nearly lets out a squeak of amazement.

“Puck, is it? If so, it seems we may have matched without even knowing.” Her cheeks blushed pink as she smoothed out the crinkled fabric of her dress. Anne knew she looked more like a crazed ballerina than a fairy, but she would never say anything that might ruin Frances’s happiness. “I’d like to say I’m going for Titania, but it’s up for debate.”

Before she can continue, Anne felt a tug on the back of her dress as Frances rushed back over to her, ruddy-cheeked and out of breath.

“Miss Wynter!” She exclaimed with an urgency that only a young person could manifest. “Guess what! I think I found another unicorn in our midst.”

“Another one?” Anne replied with sincere curiosity, a skill perfected over years of practice. “Don’t tell me it’s who I think it is.”

“Yep! Exactly who you think it is.” Frances couldn’t have known who Anne was thinking of—mostly because Anne didn’t know who she was thinking of— but Frances replied with an enthusiastic nod of her head anyway. “I’m not completely sure, though. I’ll have to do some more investigating before I call his bluff. Do you wanna come with me to…” Her words trail off as Frances finally takes note of Ben’s presence. “Who’s this?”

Beneath her own mask, Frances peered up at Ben, a scrutinizing gaze evident by the curl of her lip. It was a specific sort of expression that Anne recognized. The girl was undoubtedly trying to assess what species Ben was and if he was secretly a supernatural creature hiding in plain sight. Anne wanted to shoot him a wink, a hint to play along in case she should ask him some questions, but she decided against it in the end.

“I don’t know.” Anne answers, sparing Ben only a quick glance. “It’s supposed to be a secret, remember? We're not supposed to know who's under the mask.”

“Oh, right.” Frances nodded, letting the concept marinate in her mind. “Okay. Well, I’m gonna go find Harriet and tell her my plan to unveil the unicorn. I’ll come back to enlist your help later.”

“Frances, please don’t-- run.” The final words fall upon deaf ears, as the young girl took off in search of her older sister. She was used to chaotic little interactions like that, but such a short flurry of whimsical chatter left Anne feeling dizzy and all she could manage to do was shake her head as she watched Frances gallop over to the refreshments table.

It was bittersweet to watch such an innocent gesture take place. Someday, the little Pleinsworth girl would be a grown woman, stripped of her whimsy and forced to participate in societal norms. If they were lucky, the girls would never have to meet a wicked man like George. If they were lucky, they would each meet their own Prince Charming and live out their days the way young ladies ought to. But at least for tonight, Frances was free to play and enact her own sort of mischief.

“She is certainly something, isn’t she?” Anne's hand rises to her throat, fingers toying with the string of pearls hanging from her neck. The pearls had been a deliberate choice on behalf of Elizabeth, surprisingly. Every fairy princess wears pearls, Fran. Lizzie had teased, knowing it was the perfect thing to taunt Frances. Everyone knows that.

For what feels like an eternity, Anne kept her gaze locked in the direction the girl had ran off in, determined to think of something, anything to say. It wasn’t often that Anne lacked a witty quip, and yet she couldn’t seem, for the life of her, to think of a single clever jibe to toss his way. Instead, the words that spilled from her lips were apologetic.

“About the other day…” Clearing her throat, Anne fidgeted with her hands. She didn't want to think about the way she’d taken off the last time they’d spoke. Her panic had gotten the best of her and she effectively felt terrible about it the entire walk home. “I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly. I realize it was rather rude of me so... I wanted to apologize.” Finally, she garnered enough courage to look at him, a heat instantly creeping onto her cheeks as met his gaze. “I hope I didn’t offend you too terribly. I would still like to be friends, if your offer remains on the table, that is.”

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hiiii i hope ur ok :) can u do a romantic katniss x fem reader imagine please? 🫶🏻

—cw: unedited (are we surprised?), kissing, mentions of getting sick, angsty fluff LMFAOOO, mentions of dying + killing. —a/n: bro im so glad you requested a katniss x reader i love her sm she's genuinely my gf, also i didn't know what exactly you wanted so i'm gonna do a love confession scene (before the quarter quell)

KATNISS AND Y/N had always been friends for as long as both of them could remember. They were always there with one another, tied at the hip. If you asked anyone who knew them, they would never see one without the other following closely behind.

However when Katniss was reaped for the 74th annual Hunger Games, it all changed. Katniss had to leave, and possibly never come back. Y/N wasn't sure if she could survive without her best friend, her attachment to Katniss showing.

Katniss' was equally, if not more miserable than Y/N. But she motivated her to win the games and she realized that she had to come to Y/N, no matter what. When she had to kill people in the arena, she understood that she was okay with it as long she got to home to Y/N.

Katniss was the first to grasp she loved Y/N, more than how a friend should. The only thing keeping Katniss going was Y/N and her family. She finally realized that Y/N was family. She could imagine herself waking up to her every morning and making breakfast for the both of them, and when she did, she was happy. That was the thought keeping her going.

Y/N realized that she loved Katniss when she came back from the games. After not seeing her and fearing for her life for over a month, she missed and craved her touch. She only felt safe around Katniss, knowing that she would take a bullet for her - and she would take one for her, too. When she saw Katniss finally after the hell that ensued, she looked her in her pretty blue eyes and she finally saw a future where she was happy - but only with Katniss.

When Katniss came back after winning the games, she wasn't the same. She decided she wouldn't tell Y/N how she felt until she was healed - she knew she would hurt Y/N now if she told her. So, she waited until she was ready.

Y/N saw how broken Katniss was after winning and she wanted to help her so badly. Her heart broke anytime she thought about how much Katniss had been through, how much she saw. She would take all in the pain away from her in a heartbeat if she could. Y/N wanted Katniss to be ready before she told her feelings, so she waited.

When the Quarter Quell was announced, Katniss only thought about Y/N. She realized that there was a slim chance she would make it and it was now or never, she thought. Y/N thought exactly the same.

Katniss ran out of her house, making her way to Y/N's home. As Katniss arrived, before she could knock, Y/N opened the door and saw her standing there.

Y/N's eyes were red from all the crying she had just done, and Katniss looked blue from the cold - she had forgot to take a jacket. Before neither of them could say anything, Y/N pulled Katniss in for a hug, her warmth engulfing her gladly.

"Oh, Kitty." Y/N sniffled into Katniss shirt. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "No. Don't say that."

Y/N put her warm hand on Katniss' cheek, shaking her head in disapproval. "Katniss, you're going to get sick. Why didn't you put in a jacket? Come in."

Katniss went into the house. It wasn't much warmer than outside because Y/N couldn't exactly afford heating. "I had to get here as soon as possible."

Y/N had a confused look on here face. They went into the living room, sitting down on the couch. "Why?"

Katniss felt herself getting nervous. What if she didn't feel the same way? It would ruin their friendship and that would break Katniss. But what if she did feel the same way? Katniss would be dead in a few weeks and that would break Y/N. Katniss' head was spinning. Was this a good idea?

Y/N looked afflicted. "Are you feeling okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Talk to me, Kat."

Katniss shook her head, "I don't know, Y/N. I'm just confused."

"About what? The Quarter Quell?"

She sighed and shook her head again. Y/N looked even more confused. "Then what, Kat?"

Katniss' heart was beating and her mind was running, then she realized that she had to tell her or she would just blow up. Even if she did die, she wanted to die with no regrets.

"I just... I don't know, Y/N." She gazed at the confused girl. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you that I loved you."

Y/N's heart was speeding up as well, looking back at her. Maybe she meant platonic? "I know, you love me. You don't have to say it, Kitty, I love you too-"

"No, no. Not like this, Y/N. I-I want to wake up to you every morning. The thought that maybe, just maybe I would be able to do that kept me going during the games. You kept me going through the games. I didn't want to tell you like, Y/N/N but I had too." Katniss rambled, getting up and pacing. Y/N started to tear up before grabbing her face, smashing her lips against Katniss'.

First, she was taken aback. But then, she absorbed in the kiss. Y/N broke the kiss and it took Katniss a few seconds before opening her eyes, looking at Y/N's face.

"I love you, too Kitty." She whispered, taking in the moment that just happened. She hugged her tightly, taking in her calming scent. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Kat. So come back to me." She pulled out of the hug. Y/N's eyes start to tear up and Katniss' heart broke in two.

A sob suddenly erupted out of Y/N, making her close her eyes and sniffle. Katniss wiped her tears. "I can't lose you again, Kat. Please don't make me lose you again."

Katniss caressed Y/N's cheek and her eyes opened to Katniss' eyes filled with tears. "You won't. I'll come back to you, and we will spend the rest of our lives together. I promise."

Katniss rested her forehead on Y/N's, before engulfing her lips once again. She wanted to memorize everything about this exact moment so she could remember it during the Quarter Quell. She had to win -she promised her.

a/n: they get married after the war ofc

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It’s Just Me (mini blurb)

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It was a terrible twos kind of day. The kind of day when YN can’t tote Ivy along to a charity organization brunch because she would meltdown.

Harry had her in his office with him, she was sitting on a blanket Harry had laid out, and was quietly playing with her stuffed animals (mostly seals.)

Occasionally, she would babble to herself and get pissed of at her inatimate playmates, ending in her tossing it to the side.

He caught himself just staring at her, smiling as he watches the little human he and his soulmate created right in front of him.

When his phone rings, he automatically picks it up, professionally stating, “Styles.”

“Hi, this is Dan from Payroll,” The guys voice was already shaking and Harry knew he was about to get really pissed off.

“How can I help you?” He asks in a tone that’s was definitely did not sound like he wanted to provide any assistance.

There is a pregnant pause before Dan nearly stutters, “Er, I accidentally missed reviewing the marketing departments hours and they did not receive their last paycheck.”

Harry takes a very deep breathe because he wants to do what he normally would - scream through the phone at this idiot.

However, he can’t because his curly haired little baby is playing with her toys in the middle of the office with a smile.

“Please come up to my office,” Harry replies curtly before hanging up.

He gets up, goes over to his daughter, and squats in front of her, “Ivy, baby.”

She looks up at him with a toothy grin before reaching over to hand him a stuffed seal, “Play, daddy.”

Harry thumbs over a stray curl on her forehead, “Daddy can’t, my love. I need y’to go with Granny Dor for a little.”

Ivy had been very clinging to both YN and Harry recently. She had a fit when YN dropped her off, despite how happy she was to see her dad.

Her brows furrow, lips purse, and Harry has to laugh because she looks like a carbon copy of him with the sour face.

“Oh, no mean looks t’daddy,” He hums with his own frown, “S’just for a moment, m’dove.”

“No.”

“Ivy, y’need to listen.”

And Harry knows it coming, she sucks in a huge breathe and then just lets out a scream in protest of him.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, y’do not scream. Y’know better. Are we going to have to take a timeout or are you going to go sit nice with Dor?” Harry’s voice is still softer than he’d use with any of him employees but extremely firm to her.

“No timeout, daddy,” She mumbles, her volume decreasing significantly as she lowers her gaze from her father’s.

“Alright, then c’mon. Thank you for listening,” Harry praises, gathering up her toys for her and leading her into his waiting room where Dorothy is typing away on her computer.

“Dor, Dan is coming up and I need to have a private meaning. Will y’watch her for a little?”

Ivy is already clambering up into her lap, into the warmth of her arms, and nuzzling in - because Granny Dor spoiled her silly.

Harry rolls his eyes, muttering, “And you and YN say I spoil her too much. Bloody ridiculous.”

Dorothy just shoos him away, readjusting Ivy’s bow, and combing through her hair softly to simmer her down a little.

Dan trails in solemnly soon after to face his inevitable doom.

He sees his boss’ daughter perched on the secretary’s lap and he wonders how such a sweet little thing could be created from the demon of a man.

As Harry and Dan meet, Ivy gets wriggly and squirms off of Dorothy’s lap.

“Stay close,” She murmurs to the toddler as she picks up her phone to answer a call for Harry.

Of course, Ivy doesn’t listen, and she noticed that the door to her father’s office is cracked open just the littlest bit.

It’s enough for her to slip through the space between the heavy doors and toddles on, she’s blocked by the leather couches so Harry can’t see her.

“I have givin’ you so many fuckin’ chances!” Harry seethes angrily at his employee. His tone was more like a growl than anything else.

Ivy pauses, eyes widening in fear as she hears her dad speak in a frightening manner she’s never heard before.

“I…There was a coding error that I had been distracted with, it won’t happen again,” Dan insists, knowing he had actually committed a fireable offense.

“You are absolutely correct because you’re fucking fired,” Harry replies, no wavering in his raspy register.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Dan explodes, “It’s unfucking fair treatment! It was one mistake, you fuckin’ asshole!”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I can fuckin’ show you unfair treatment. Get the fuck out of my office and learn how to do your goddamn job,” Harry retorts, his voice rising as well.

Ivy is stuck in her spot, frozen in surprise at hearing the arguing and how mad her father sounded, voice echoing through the room.

“You listen to me-“

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Harry booms furiously, this employee managing to get a rise out of him.

“I was ju-“

Both the men pause when they hear a wail from behind the sofa and the sound of Ivy plopping herself on the ground.

Harry instantly is out from behind his desk and going to round the sofa in a flash with a rose of panic in his chest.

His heart drops when he sees his baby looking up at him with fear in her watery eyes and she’s literally shaking.

“Oh, baby. Did y’hear daddy bein’ loud?” Harry murmurs in his sweetest, comforting voice - uncaring of his employee hearing him.

Harry expects her to nod sadly and ask for a cuddle but she instead wriggles backwards when he goes to reach for her - out of his reach.

“Ivy, little dove, s’just y’daddy,” He tries again, sitting down in front of her - doesn’t even look up as Dan leaves quietly.

She’s scared though and has had never felt worse in his life as his daughter backs away from him until she’s getting to her wobbly feet.

He tries again, reaching his arms out, “Ivy Elizabeth, s’just daddy. M’sorry I scared you, bub.”

Ivy doesn’t budge, crying loudly with her face pinched up as hot tears run down her soft chubby cheeks.

Dorothy appears with a worried look, “I apologize, I thought she was by the table.”

“S’not your fault I’m a shitty father,” Harry mutters, standing back up and roughly brushing off his trousers.

“Oh Harry, she’s just a little frightened,” Dorothy hums, picking the girl up when she toddles quickly over to her.

Her dad trails over, “Ivy, m’love. Can you look at daddy?”

She refuses, digging her face into the woman’s shoulder, curls bouncing fiercely as she clings onto her.

Harry loved to be feared. Not like this though. Not by the child he’d literally jump in front of a train for without a second thought.

He would rather have her screaming, pitching fits, throwing toys rather than this. She was so scared that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Let me take her on a little stroll, okay? See if I can calm her down a bit.”

—

Harry waits patiently for Dorothy to arrive back but he automatically hears his daughter’s steady stream of sniffles and whimpers.

He goes out to the waiting room to see her reentering the room, she sighs, “I think it’s time to call mummy.”

Harry had no idea how he was going to explain this to his wife. He was I trouble and he knew he deserved it.

“Hey H, is the bab okay?” YN greets warmly, chattering in the background.

“Er, she’s okay, just upset. Ivy accidentally walked in on me flipping out and firing an employee. Now she’s scared. Dor tried to calm her down and she doesn’t want to be near me right now.”

YN’s next words were calm, Harry however did not miss the sharp edge when she replies, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Then she hangs up on him.

Which she really never does unless she is really really upset.

—

When YN arrives, Ivy is sat on Dorothy’s lap with puffy eyes and her thumb tucked between her full lips, popping it out when she sees her mother.

“Mumma!” Ivy shrieks, tears beginning streaming down her face as she impatiently waits for her to cross the room and gives her a soft kiss to the forehead.

“Hi baby, give mummy one minute and then we’ll leave okay?” YN murmurs soothingly, thumbing of some of the tears.

Ivy nods but is standing next the secretary’s desk, waiting patiently with her thumb going right back between her lips again.

Harry’s sitting at his large oak table, looking like a guilty puppy as his wife comes in with a disapproving look on her face.

“Baby, m’sorr-“

“What the fuck, Harry? Why is our daughter out there terrified right now?” YN demands, crossing her arms to prove her anger.

“Some fuckin’ idiot messed somethin’ up and Ivy walked in while I cursed him out and fired him. She was hiding behind the couch. It was an accident,” He defends, bristling a bit.

“Even if the door was shut, she would have still heard you. You knew better than to act like that around our daughter.”

“I had to fire him,” Harry makes the lame excuse because he knows he’s in the wrong and he’s not always great at admitting he is.

“You were supposed to have Ivy for two hours and this happens. I have her all day everyday and I’ve need had an issue with controlling myself in front of others!” YN yells (quietly) at him.

“What the fuck is tha’ supposed to mean? Y’calling me a bad father? Y’have her all day with her because I work so that you can stay at home with her.”

YN rolls her eyes, “Well thank god for that, she’d be cursing and screaming at people all day everyday if she was with you all the time.”

Harry is thoroughly pissed at his wife and she is equally just as furious with him - it doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s bad.

“Y’got some fuckin’ nerve. Our baby is polite, well-mannered because of me too! Not just you, fuckin’ claiming all her good qualities,” He replies with a snarl.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” YN bites back, “I’m not one of your employees. Neither is Ivy despite you talking like that in front of her.”

Now she was just trying to push his buttons and it was well onto it’s way of working.

“Y’bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous! It was a accident and you’re acting like I did it on purpose! Fuckin’ hell!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are raising your voice at me but I’m leaving,” YN tells him, giving him one final glare before storming out of the office.

“Fuck!” He grunts, smacking cup of pens from his desk before slamming his fist on the desk.

—

Ivy was waiting patiently, whimpering when she sees her mum, and gesturing to be picked up, “It’s past your nap time, Vee.”

“Nap,” She lisps sadly, instantly curling into then familiarness that is her mother. Eyes instantly fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Dor,” YN whispers, blowing her a kiss, before trekking out of the office with the exhausted little girl.

—

Harry can’t handle the rest of the day, wants to go home, and make amends with his wife which leads him to heading out only an hour after them.

He finds YN in the den with the baby monitor propped on the coffee table, she’s watching a horror movie with a smoothie in hand.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry murmurs cautiously, loosening up his tie until it falls limp around his neck.

She glances over at him, sarcasm lacing her tone,“So you do know how to talk without yelling at me, hmm?”

His face falls, frowning, “Hey, lovie - don’t be like tha’. Y’gonna let me apologize?”

“Come scratch my back and I’ll hear you out,” She hums, keeping a serious face.

“Y’drive a hard bargain, m’heart. Show me y’tits,” Harry begins to smile, striding over and getting her no time before he’s pulling off her shirt and sports bra.

He sits down then gently lays her down on her tummy and she rests her head in his lap, cheek pressed against his thigh.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t thinkin’. Now I’m worried she’s gonna hate me forever,” Harry mumbles, using his blunt nails to trace up and down her back.

“You’re her favorite person. She’ll always love you more than anything,” YN tells him seriously, arching when he scratches an extra itchy spot.

“I hope so. I love her more than anythin’. A little mixture of how much we love each other. How much we worked to get her,” He sighs softly.

—

YN dozed off and Harry tucks a blanket around her bare chest.

When the baby monitor alerts that Ivy had woke up after quite a long nap, he takes a deep breath before walking up the staircase to his fate.

He’s preparing himself for her to scream and cry when she sees her monster of a father because he’d scared her so horribly.

But his mini just widens her green eyes and he looks at his world with bated breath, waiting for the scream or tears.

Instead, she just dimples happily at her father, and squeals with excitement, “Daddy! Hi Daddy, miss you!”

And just like that….

They’re best friends again.

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[ilici]

pay the consequence.

Summary: Y/N has been a brat all day while Sapnap, Dream, and George have been streaming. Once they get off and go to punish her, she quickly hides and once they find her she pays the consequences.

Request by: @gogywasfound​

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Choking, cockwarming, thigh riding, orgasm denial, oral (receiving & giving), hair pulling, size kink, and spanking.

Word Count: 2554

Y/N was now straddling Sapnap’s lap as he was streaming with his other two boyfriends, or to the world, friends. Sapnap agreed to let her stay on his lap if she was good, and she agreed. What he didn’t know is that she had already got kicked off of Dream’s lap for grinding against him. “I am streaming with 60k people watching, make one peep or even start something you’re off.” He told her, with his mic muted to both George and Dream, along with his stream. “Yes sir.” She whispered resting her head on his shoulder, playing with his now shorter hair. “How was your time with Karl?” She asked him quietly so the mic wouldn’t pick up, and he sighed muting his mic, “It was good, now quiet.” He told her, giving her hip a soft warning tap. Nodding, she stuck to just playing with his hair, and the hood that was connected to his hoodie. After a short moment of silence, besides Sapnap’s talking and the sound of his keyboard, she easily grew bored.

She let out a sigh, that Sapnap easily ignored, or he either couldn’t hear over George’s constant scream of fear. Tapping his shoulder trying to get his attention, he finally gave her two taps on the hip that indicated, ‘I’m listening’ and she smiled at that. Slowly she moved her hips around, acting as if she was trying to get comfortable, but in reality she was trying to make him hard. Sapnap froze as he felt himself growing hard, so he instantly tapped her hip warning her to stay still. Y/N on the other hand, pouted at this. She stilled her movement, but soon grinned when she felt his bulge against her inner left thigh. Sneakily she moved one of her hands from his shoulder, down in between her thighs. Sapnap’s breath hitched when he felt her hand palming him through his sweatpants, and soon leaned his head back at the sensation. Y/N smiled at his reaction, and continued palming him, before she was suddenly on the ground of his streaming room.

“Ow.” She whispered, and Sapnap muted his mic, before looking down at her, shifting around trying to hide his very obvious hard on. “I told you, and you disobeyed. My lap is off limits, and you’re getting punished once I am done streaming.” He told her, and Y/N whined before she got up walking away and to her last victim: George. This one was going to be tricky for her, as he had his facecam on. The world didn’t know they were all in a poly relationship, nor did the fans know they had a girlfriend. Thinking of what to do, she bit her lip in thought as she made her way downstairs to his streaming room. Thankfully his camera was pointed directly at the wall behind him, and not the door that was to the right of him. Slowly opening the door, praying it wouldn’t creek upon opening, George’s attention was now to the right of him as Y/N entered. Giving him a small wave, he gave her a gentle smile.

Muting his mic quickly, “Hey bubs.” He said, and Y/N smiled happily at the nickname, “Hi baby.” She replied back, crawling over towards him, sitting down beside him, out of view of the camera. “Can I stay in here?” She asked him and George nodded, “Of course, just don’t pop up or that would be a very long story.” He joked, and Y/N quietly giggled as she looked around his oddly plain streaming room. It was different from the other two, it lacked color. It was a dim grey, and had black decor. “Sorry guys, my cat got in and I had to tell him to go.” George smoothly lied, and laughed as the chat started spamming ‘cat reveal’. “Sorry guys, he already left, maybe next time.” He said, as he moved his hand over, out of camera view under his desk patting Y/N’s head ruffling her hair. Y/N just slapped at his hand, and planned on teasing him soon. She planned on being more cruel to him, mainly because she couldn’t just simply get on his lap like the other two.

Crawling under his desk, and in front of him, she was now settled between his legs. George threw her a confused glance, but didn’t think anything of it as she has done this before. Y/N sat there for a couple minutes, to not make herself seem suspicious, and finally she crept her hand up his leg playfully scratching his thigh through his pajama bottoms. George jumped slightly at this, and scrambled for an excuse, “I got a cold chill.” He explained, and Y/N could hear the muffled voices of her boyfriends, making sexual jokes about George’s “cold chill”. “Shut up, it’s cold in this house.” He said in defense, slapping at her hand. Y/N slapped his hand back, and he retracted it to continue playing Minecraft. Taking this as her chance, she lifted her other hand up, tugging on his pajama pants. George looked down at her with disapproval before he finally broke at the sight of her silent pleading. Raising up a bit, Y/N instantly tugged his pajama bottoms and boxers off.

George silently hissed as the cold air hit his now bare cock, and Y/N looked up at him grinning. Reaching back up, she grabbed the base of his cock, looking up at his face to see his reaction since he was the overly sensitive one. George bit his lip, quickly tipping his head back before stopping himself, holding back a breath of shaky air that wanted to escape. Watching as his cock grew harder by the minute, she leaned up licking a long stride up his cock, and he instantly shivered letting the shaky air escape his lips. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around his tip, and George muted his mic abruptly, leaning his head back letting a low moan out. He knew people were going to clip the video of him doing it, but he didn’t care in this moment. Y/N soon started bobbing her head once he was fully erect, gagging every now and then. George had now unmuted his mic, and was holding everything in him not to be vocal.

Soon George looked down and locked eyes with Y/N, her E/C looked innocent as his cock was settled in her mouth, and he almost came at the sight. If only Y/N wouldn't have pulled away, he would have right then and there. George held back a groan at the loss of warmth and pleasure, as he took glances every now and then to her, to not try and seem suspicious of just staring down under his desk. Y/N who was wiping away the drool on her face, quickly crawled away leaving her boyfriend behind half naked and rock hard. He instantly grew infuriated, and the ‘let’s play the guess where Dream is game’ comments didn’t help at all. He was going to punish her to no end, and he wouldn't regret a thing. Y/N was now laying on the couch, watching tv, when she heard movement from down the hall and upstairs. She froze, and soon she was panicking as she now had three horny angry men after her. 

Her first instinct was to just freeze, and finally it settled in and she bolted off the couch. She quickly ran into the kitchen, thankful she was wearing socks so her hurried footsteps were quiet against the hardwood flooring. Opening up one of the cabinets that she could fit in, she rushed into it trying to be as quiet as she possibly could. Closing the cabinet door, she heard the three meet up in the living room. “Have you seen Y/N? “Either of you seen N/N?” “Where’s Y/N?” The three spoke at the same time annoyance laced in their voices. The three threw each other confused glances, before Dream sighed, “She went to you two too didn’t she?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, and Sapnap nodded while George cursed under his breath. “The damn brat practically gave me blue balls from not finishing the blow job.” George said, while Sapnap and Dream looked at him smirking.

“So it wasn’t cold, was it?” Sapnap said, and George just hit the back of his head, “Focus you idiot. Y/N obviously was being a brat, and she needs to be punished. We just have to find her.” George said, and Sapnap frowned rubbing the back of his head. “She was obviously watching tv.” Dream pointed out, as the covers were thrown on the floor, and the tv was still on. “So she couldn't have gone upstairs, nor down the hallway, so she is around here.” George concluded, and Sapnap looked around, “Y/N if you come out now you will not be punished!” Sapnap yelled, and there was no sign of Y/N coming out. “Well she’s either in here, the kitchen, bathroom, movie room, or outside. Last option is doubtful since the door is still locked.” Dream said, and they soon decided to break off and look for her. Not without a bet of $100 on the line, the idea from Sapnap. Dream walked around the movie room, looking under every possible thing he could.

Sapnap wandered around the living room and bathroom that connected to it. George was now walking around in the kitchen, trying to think of any hiding place. Looking behind the door, he groaned and the three were about to give up until George remembered a certain spot. “God we are so stupid!” He whispered to them, “We missed the first place she hid when we first moved in here.” He whispered to them, and the three were now pushing each other as they scrambled to the cabinets. Finally Dream was now opening the cabinet door, locking eyes with his girlfriend who nervously waved, “Hi baby..” She whispered, and Dream smirked, gently pulling her out of the small area. “Hello baby.” Dream said back, and Y/N nervously giggled, as she was now being carried to the bedroom. “I’m sorry.” She quickly said, as she held onto Dream looking up at Sapnap and George. Sapnap just shook his head, and George grabbed her face scoffing, “Brat’s aren’t sorry.”

Whimpering she yelped as she felt the impact of being thrown on the bed, “Undress now.” Sapnap demanded, and Y/N quickly stripped of the hoodie she was wearing, and sleeping shorts. “Everything.” Dream spoke up, and Y/N reluctantly took off her bra and underwear, leaving her bare. Soon after, the other three were now naked, and Sapnap got on the bed, picking Y/N up placing her on his lap. “No movements what so ever, got it?” He whispered in her ear, and Y/N shivered at the tone of his voice nodding. Slowly he entered in her, letting her cockwarm him. He moved back, bringing Y/N with him, as he leaned against the headboard, getting comfortable as Y/N was dying to move for sensation. “Look how small you are compared to Sapnap. God I would absolutely destroy you if I could.” Dream said, feeling himself get even more turned on from how small she looked on Sapnap’s lap.

George got up on the bed, as he stood up, using the headboard as balance. “Open.” He said, and Y/N opened her mouth, gagging instantly once George thrusted into her mouth. Sapnap held her hips still, as he noticed she tried to make subtle movement for friction, and soon Dream crawled onto the bed enjoying the sight of George face fucking Y/N as she cockwarmed Sapnap. “God this is my favorite sight ever.” He groaned out, as George quickly came inside Y/N’s mouth. Pulling out, Y/N coughed wiping the cum off of her face that managed to escape and trail down her chin. As soon as she was about to get her breath back completely, she felt a stinging sensation go through her skull as Sapnap pulled her hair back roughly, wrapping his free hand around her throat. “Not a sound from you.” He whispered into her ear, licking the shell of it. Nodding her head, she breathed heavily once his grip from her neck was gone.

Soon, she was able to raise her head back up as he let go of the death grip on her hair. Sapnap lifted her up off his cock, after a good moment of cockwarming. Y/N was roughly pulled over and slammed down on the bed, another hand clasped around her throat. “Hi baby.” Dream said, smirking as he used his other hand to trail down her body, playfully rubbing her clit. Y/N almost moaned, but was stopped when she remembered what Sapnap told her. “Such a good girl.” George spoke up from beside of her, as he caressed her cheek. Dream let go of her neck, as he licked his way down her body finally making contact with her clit. Arching her back, she bit her bottom lip roughly, as Dream started roughly eating her out like she was his last meal. George, held her hand, reminding her not to make a sound, and Y/N curled her toes as Dream sucked harshly on her clit.

Feeling herself growing close, Dream quickly pulled away and Y/N whined, which made the three men glare. “What did Sapnap say?” George said, and Y/N was now flipped over by Dream, her ass up in the air. Sapnap came over, and slammed a hand down on her ass, before he repeated this action a couple more times leaving both of her ass cheeks bright red. Y/N was now in tears from the feeling, while Dream rubbed her ass soothingly. “Are you ready?” Sapnap asked, as he pulled her back, letting her sit on Dream’s cock as he entered from behind with some lube. George watched, enjoying the beautiful scene in front of him, as Sapnap and Dream thrusted into her synced together, and Y/N’s moans were the cherry on top. They all loved how vocal she was, “Fuck, I’m close!” She moaned out loudly, and the other two grunted, “Cum with them. George told her, and she eagerly nodded as the two other sped up.

Feeling themself growing close, Sapnap and Dream nodded at one another, “Cum baby.” George told her, and Y/N let a very strong orgasm rake through her body as she felt the warm substance enter her in both holes. Soon she felt empty as the pulled out, George picking her up, carrying her tired body to the bathroom, the other two following behind. Sapnap started the water, as Dream got the bubble mix, pouring it into the water as George got into the tub with her. Dream slowly sinked into the tub as Sapnap got towels for everyone, before he himself sunk into the tub. Everyone relaxed in the water, before George turned it off, cleaning Y/N’s body and washing her hair. “Did you learn your lesson?” Dream asked, and Y/N tiredly nodded, “Yes sir.” She whispered.

[genshinlover101]

HIII what if.. Ningguang, Ganyu and Eula with a Blind but can fight GN!Reader?

Her Reaction to a Blind S/O who can Fight

Characters: Ningguang, Ganyu, Eula x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah there was so much creative freedom I had with the request so I hope I wrote it to your liking <3

• Ningguang was known to have her way with words, especially because of her business deals. But with children, the elderly, and the handicapped she had a soft spot. That included you, she specifically adored you because of your ability to listen.

• Ningguang being as rich as she is, would’ve hired a guide for you to help you in times that she was not available. If she could, she would have you trail her around everywhere in order to prevent you from stumbling or hurting yourself.

• Ningguang wasn’t any surprised at your ability to fight, the Tianquan knew everything. That included your secret of pretending to be feeble on an average basis and then destroying on the battlefield when given the chance.

You hadn’t wielded a weapon in what felt like forever. Although you were trained to fight even without sight, you didn’t particularly enjoy it. The feeling of adrenaline and the fear of not being able to see anything struck you to the core. However, you knew what you had to do. You heard the commotion of a woman’s purse being robbed by a thief who had clumsily run into you. 

The thief knew who you were, the blind mole that everyone in Liyue rumored about. “Get out of my way!” The thief spat in your face, you felt a vein pop from your forehead. Ningguang stood a step behind you, observing, she knew your inner capabilities. She knew everything, so she didn’t stop it knowing that she didn’t need to.

You apprehended the man easily with pure skill and martial arts, threatening to break his arm with hyperextension. When the man tapped out, the lady thanked you for your efforts, and the millelith contained him for further questioning. You couldn’t see Ningguang, but you could sense her behind you still, her arms folded. She hadn’t spoken a word. She tended to do that whenever she witnessed something particularly fascinating.

“So how long did you plan to hide the fact you can fight from me?” she asked you. You instinctively curled up a little on the inside, why did you hide it? Lost in a debate on what to tell her you hadn’t given her a response in what felt like forever in your mind. She probably sensed it.

“I’m just kidding with you, I’ve known you can fight for a while now, relax a little,” she nuzzled your hair with her knuckles. “Now let’s go shall we? We’ll be horribly late for our reservations at this rate.”

• Ganyu took pity on you, so she approached you first. When she realized you were the missing piece in her life, she quickly kinned you. You didn’t have the sight to judge her based off on her biggest insecurities. You didn’t even know she had horns until she told you. Additionally, she felt didn’t have to watch her diet around you.

• Ganyu would guide you around like an elderly parent. If you mentioned using the restroom she would still guide you even if you were in your own home. Not to mention if you suggested anything that was heavily reliant on sight she would be the first to jump in and help you.

• When Ganyu saw you fight for the first time she’d be impressed. For the decades she’s traveled Liyue, she’s seen much happen. Talking birds, giant sea monsters, even ghosts. But a blind person’s capability to fight even better than those with sight was a sight she had not seen before.

Ganyu gasped as a man clutching a woman’s purse darted past her in the opposite direction, you could tell the clumsy qilin was almost knocked to her feet by the wind. You had to hold onto her, reaffirming her posture. “Are you okay?” you asked Ganyu. She sighed and put her hand to her forehead, shaking her head in disapproval at her actions.

“I apologize, I’m the one who should be watching out for you,” before she could finish her thought, You chased after the man. Ganyu tried to reach for you, this isn’t a job for any blind person to take. It didn’t take long for you to catch up, he was quite slow for a robber but fast enough to outrun the Millelith’s awareness. 

Using Martial Arts, you tripped the man, causing him to face plant in front of the crowds of cowering citizens. Using the sole of your shoe, you kept him at bay. “Someone get the Millelith,” you spat orders. The man recognizing your blindness, tried to escape, scoffing at your feeble attempt as he peeled on your foot. However, it didn’t take him long to realize that your foot’s hold on him was stronger than he had expected.

After a good solid five minutes, the woman had retrieved her purse, Ganyu had caught up to you, and the crook had been arrested. When you turned to face Ganyu you put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She grabbed it with both of hers, putting them up to her cheek. You felt her smooth facial expressions of worry and discomfort like braille. “That was quite a scene,” she explained.

She nuzzled up to your hand, even though Ganyu was an adepti, she was clumsy and often slow to react. Even she herself didn’t fail to recognize this fact about herself. “Thank you for protecting me today. Maybe next time I can handle it, I worry about you. Especially after today,” she muttered. 

• Being of the Lawrence clan, Eula was accustomed to people discriminating against her. Most people didn’t know how she looked, but after word got out she was famous for being hated. So when she met you, who had no sight or indication of her family’s past, she was immediately infatuated with you.

• Eventually you’d find out about her past, however, you never cared about all that political nonsense. This made Eula value you more, protecting you from everything and anything. If there was a stick in the road to trip on? She’d obliterate it. A person making fun of you? She’d strike vengeance on them. 

• When Eula found you weren’t as soft as you looked, she’d be dumbfounded. She swore to get revenge on you for deceiving her. All jokes aside, she’d be genuinely curious about how you learned to move like that.

When Eula saw a man holding a woman’s purse she didn’t feel obligated to help anyone. Her loyalty wasn’t exactly in line with Mondstadt as much as her peers like the Acting Grand Master Jean, Kaeya, or even Diluc. Her goal however was to protect you. As the man whizzed past she covered you with her own body, clutching onto your foundation as tightly as possible. “What a fool,” she mumbled to you.

That was until you held onto her hand, peeling them from your arms as you gave her a reassuring look. “I’m going to help that lady,” you announced. You couldn’t see, but you imagined Eula had a twisted look on her face of curiosity. As you freed yourself you ran after the man, it didn’t take long as he was relatively slow and the streets were straight and narrow with no place to run and hide.

You used your speed to overwhelm him, wrapping his arms behind his back to render him useless as your knee forced his back painfully to the concrete ground. It wasn’t long till the Knights of Favonius stepped in to arrest the man and reimburse you.

Once everything was settled Eula apprehended you in her grasp once more. “Why were you so reckless?” she interrogated. “That was a poor move on your part,” although she was lecturing you like a mother, you knew she only said it because she cared for you. In response to your silence, she let you go with a groan. 

“Next time let me handle hooligans like that...” she mumbled in shame that she hadn’t done anything. “I don’t want you to get hurt even if I know you can fight now- promise me that?” she asked. You could tell her pinky was extended for a promise.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 6

Summary: Losing someone can make you realize what was already there and the Darkling is about to find that out the hard way.

Warnings: angst, violence, swearing, bit of fluff

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five  

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Five days have passed and the Darkling had never stopped looking for his wife. His men never saw him rest, sleep was simply never on his agenda. He barely ate at all, merely giving time for the rest of them to gather their strength.

He was restless, constantly questioning how this could have happened. No matter how he looked at it, the Darkling felt guilt consuming him. Without his rage, he worried the guilt would have paralyzed him. Had he not went on a pointless hunt for something that’s likely a tale, she would have been right by his side, antagonizing him.

It’s been hundreds of years since he felt this way, as if his heartstrings are being pulled by someone other than himself. In this search for Y/N, he realized she is consuming. After all, she might have been right – a part of him may actually care for her. He cursed that part of himself over and over again as result.

They’ve tracked her toward Fjerdan borders. Every now and then, they would find bodies on the road, their throat cut or stabbed right through the heart. Sometimes, he found them alive still. He never refrained from calling on his shadows, trying to draw useful information to close in on their whereabouts.

Y/N never saw him use his shadows before. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d disapprove of the means he’s using to find her. After all, she called him a demon on their wedding night. She would never accept him as he is, he had no doubt about that.

Did she want to be found by him?

The first body they found, the Darkling smiled. He didn’t question it was her hands who have taken the man’s life. There was no concrete proof, but he was certain of it. Every body found felt like her own version of breadcrumbs.

Closing his eyes, he exhaled heavily. If she managed to set herself free so many times to leave what was now five dead men behind, he couldn’t help but worry for her safety. What was the price of each crumb she left?

It wasn’t just the exposure to snow he worried about – and he did worry as she got cold too quickly and he was the one to warm her up before. Who’d warm her up now?

The darkness of the forest gave him cause to worry too – she may have tried to hide it, but he knew she was afraid of the dark. He realized it when her breathing turned shallow and fast their first night together just as she extinguished the candlelight. The next night, he left his candle to burn long into the night.

Something stirred inside him, a beast has awakened. Despite the war his heart and mind waged, he wondered if he’s his own worst enemy. Maybe it was time to let someone in. For too long, he had been alone in the shadows of his past lives.

Why is he repeating the same mistakes?

How can he be afraid when he married a woman who never blinks in the face of danger?

His heart was ice and stone until she came and now the ice has started to melt. All he’s done is hurt and destroy, but he wanted out of the loneliness that clings to him.

She was right, as hard as it is to admit it. He’s a demon, a devil that walks the earth and he cares. Because of her he hopes he might love again and he can’t let anyone take that from him – hope is the only thing stronger than fear. And when a devil falls in love and discovers hope, it’s the most hauntingly beautiful sight. They should fear him as he will go to the depths of hell to protect her.

While his eyes may have been closed, his heart jumped as a bright flash forced him to open them again.

He was never given a chance to be soft. His hands had to be bloody, to have people fear him. Only when they feared him, they wouldn’t hurt him. Now was the time to show them just why they fear him.

“Where?” He growled out, looking to Ivan and Fedyor who were looking at the sky.

“East”, Fedyor replied hastily, ready to follow Kirigan who set off in said direction without a second thought. He didn’t order anyone to follow, but they did.

Ivan and Fedyor walked two steps behind their general, alert as the flash had awakened them from a deep slumber. They weren’t the only ones shaken, unsure what they’re walking into but none showed fear as their general lead them straight to the source. Their loyalty, their belief in general Kirigan runs deep.

Except for David. He was afraid. He didn’t want to be in that forest and he didn’t want to be in danger, but he trusted Kirigan. Besides, Y/N was nice and Genya seemed to like her. So he came along too.

Kirigan walked in strides, the snow didn’t slow him down. His hands formed fists, his face twisted in anger, but his heart pounded in his chest as he had no inkling what he might find. All he knew was that he had to get there, fast.

As if made of darkness itself, the Darkling emerged on what looked like a battlefield. The trees surrounded a small clearing covered in snow that melted under the spilled blood – still warm as it poured from the dead surrounding her.

She’s on her knees, two Fjerdans chaining her up as if she’s a wild animal.

“You think you’re scary, huh?” She spat at the Fjerdan’s feet – a crimson liquid, Darkling realized. She’s bleeding.  

“That’s adorable”, she chuckled maniacally as she held her fierce gaze on the Fjerdan stood before her. They pulled her left hand behind her back and her right hand in front as they tightened the chains that were secured over rope that laid just beneath.

Darkling’s blood boiled. It is fear that brings rage, that hot burning anger that seeks to harm. Once again, he was afraid, not of her but for her.

Four more Fjerdans came from behind the trees, all covered in blood. “Fucking bitch”, one of them kicked her in the ribs and he couldn’t take anymore. He could kill them easily for what they’ve done – he’s killed every one of them he ran into in the past five days without even blinking, regardless if they were involved in her disappearance or not.

“Mister, I’ve seen scary and you don’t have his handsome smile.”

Licking his lips, the Darkling nearly smiles at her remark. There’s no possible way she means anyone else but him. Looking at his Grisha, he found them nearly all in position. They would attack in a minute, swiftly and deadly.

Yet in a moment of carelessness, he missed the Fjerdans realization they’re being watched. Too quickly, more of them appeared. The pitiful human managed to land a few consecutive blows to Darkling’s face before drawing a dagger.

Angry, dark eyes showed the Fjerdan that the Darkling’s brain is in a different mode, that he has switched gears from empathy he had for his wife to cold emotional indifference. Never once has he directed this mode in Y/N’s direction, yet it emerged when he sensed a threat to her life, letting out a part of him that was full on protective.

Grunting, the Darkling’s eyes narrowed at the human who dared to sink the blade into his heart. Despite his immortality, he could still hurt. The pain of a stab wound felt just as it would if here as fragile as the human before him.

But he’s not human at all.

Connecting his hands, the Darkling lifts his head as he summons the darkness that spills from every corner of the forest. “Foolish”, he sneers, “Attacking me in the dark?” The Darkling smirked, walking past the petrified Fjerdan, allowing his shadows to administer a thousand cuts for his transgression.

As he walked toward the middle of the circle, his shadows followed, aiding his Grisha in taking the rest of the Fjerdans so quickly that Y/N gasped.

Looking around in shock, she found Kirigan kneeling beside her.

“You have a knife”, she coughed into her shoulder, “A knife in your chest.”

“I promised”, he gasped for breath as he pulled the knife from his chest. “That I would protect you and I intend to keep the damn promise.”

On the brink of tears, her lips quivered before she laughed. “I thought you’d let them kill me.” Better to laugh than cry, she thought.

Frowning, he shook his head. “That would be too easy”, he waved David over who stood at the tree line, wide eyed. “If anyone’s going to kill you, it should be me.”

Even with tears blurring her vision, she giggled at his stupid remark. She had tried so hard to free herself.

It wasn’t the first time she had been captured by enemies, she knew what to do. But there were so many of them. Each time she freed herself, they would descend upon her. She managed to run, twice, each time they dragged her back kicking and screaming.

Despite his words, Y/N didn’t believe Kirigan would come for her. She had to be her own hero and she tried. In the end, she used everything at her disposal – everything.

Feeling the chains drop, Y/N glances at David, “Thank you.” The ropes were cut as well, but she didn’t move. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she could stand on her own and asking for help would wound her. Rubbing her bruised wrists, she reluctantly looked at Kirigan.

“Here”, Kirigan offered his hands. Truth be told, he wanted to carry her, but he knew her pride wouldn’t allow it.

Hissing, she forced herself up despite Kirigan’s offer. “I am perfectly capable of walking on my own.”

He’d have asked her again because she trembled when the wind blew. Her hair was matted with blood, her face red and not from blushing. He could see the damage they’ve done more clearly now as she bent to take a deep breath as if the simple act of breathing hurt her.

Staring at her, he nodded despite his better judgment. Her breathing was ragged, dragging her feet as she walked. She felt his eyes on her, it unnerved her. All she could do is hope her legs don’t give out, but it felt as if they would betray her any moment now.

“Go and make camp ahead”, he ordered his Grisha to speed up as he realized her stubbornness would kill her. Stepping before her, he wrapped an arm around her waist. There would be no asking her for permission this time, he’ll not allow her to deny his help. Hoisting her up in his arm, he held his breath as she cried out in pain.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

How could he not bring any healers? How could he have been so stupid?

Groaning, she sent him a stern glare yet found no anger in his. His eyes are like the ocean - they have the potential to destroy, yet when the waves reach the shore, they dissipate, leaving soft designs in the sand as a gentle reminder of its presence.

Leaning into his embrace, Y/N let out a gentle sigh of resignation. She’s been caught in the riptide and for once, she doesn’t want to fight it.

“I really thought I’d die”, she admits reluctantly.

Feeling him stiffen as he held her in his arms, Y/N frowned. Perhaps she shouldn’t have said that, or anything at all. This isn’t what they do, they don’t bare their hearts open.

“And when I faced death”, she continued regardless. Tilting her head to look up at him, she let out a shuddered exhale. A shy smile adorned her lips as their eyes shared a gaze so tender, an outsider would believe them to be in love.

“I thought how silly it is that I don’t know your first name.”

Snorting, Kirigan raised his eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yes”, she breathes out.

Looking at her now, the Darkling couldn’t believe this is his wife. The woman who infuriates him so often seemed so small, so fragile in his arms. Her gaze held remains of the horrors she was cast into and yet he never saw her as earnest before.

“I married you and I don’t even know your name.”

Licking his lips, he stops. Truth be told, no one actually knows his name. His name was long forgotten, a piece of his soul he had left behind in the fold. He promised himself he’d never utter it while he lives. He had promised he would never be that man again.

Unfortunately for him, he seems to be breaking his promises lately.

He promised her he’d protect her and he failed, just as he promised himself he’d never care for her and yet he does.

“Aleksander”, he mutters, still unsure if it’s the right decision. He placed one of his greatest secrets in the hands of a woman who’d see his world burn. He gave her power she never should possess and yet he’s not afraid. No one could make him fear anything after the ordeal he was put through since she decided to tear down his defenses.  

Smiling softly, she closed her eyes. Resting her head on his shoulder she felt satisfied. It may be small, but finding out his name felt like a victory. She was born to play this game, it was her destiny. He is her destiny.

Waking up, she found herself wrapped in several blankets inside a tent. Grunting, she struggled to sit up on her own. It seemed to be dark still, but she had a blue light lantern lit inside. She may not know who left it there, but Y/N was thankful. Despite her fear of dark, she found it odd she did not fear Aleksander’s darkness at all.

When his shadows nearly encased her in the clearing, she didn’t fret or worry. She smiled.

As contradictory as it may seem, she wished he was with her now. Her entire body ached and still, she was more bothered by the empty spot beside her. Shaking her head, she bites her lower lip. Would it be so bad if she showed a sliver of vulnerability for a single night? Would making a small concession such as this truly take away her power?

Before she has a chance to change her mind, she’s already outside of her tent. The cold chilled her to the bone, biting every inch of exposed skin. Teeth chattering, she looked to the tent next to hers as it was the only one so close – seemingly intentional.

Trying to open it in the cold seemed impossible as her fingers shook violently. Feeling faint, she wondered why she couldn’t just stay in her own tent for the night. Surely it would have been a better idea than to admit she’s scared to be alone.

A warm liquid trickled down her lip and she nearly laughed at her own idiocy. The darkness and cold and her own injuries have all been fairly good reasons for her to just sleep and try to recover and she still tried to find her husband who showed so much disdain for her in the past.

Just as she was about to give up, a familiar head of hair peaked through.

Shivering, she wipes the liquid from under her nose with the back of her hand. Looking at it, she realizes it’s blood. There’s a slightly dazed look in her eyes, the blood loss suffered over the past days leaving its mark.

Looking up at Kirigan, her lips tremble and she sways slightly as her legs threaten to give out. “I didn’t know who else to go to”, she mumbles meekly before collapsing into Kirigan’s arms.

No…Aleksander’s arms.

Pulling her inside, he wrapped her in his arms as she shivered. Covering her with blankets didn’t seem to help either, but he had confidence it would soon enough.

She closed her eyes, clinging to him and selfishly, he smiled. It brought back memories of the night she climbed atop of him to warm up, he assumed. She didn’t know he was awake then, but she did now. She trusted him enough to seek warmth and as her shivers stopped slowly. That’s when the Darkling realized he would never deny her anything she asked of him.

“Fuck”, he whispers under his breath and her eyes open.

He looked at her in a haunted way, a shadow of a bruise marred his jaw and she reached up to touch it, her chest aching when he nuzzled into her palm. They have never been quite as tender with one another, never so intimate. It felt surprisingly nice.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” She asked, feeling so emotionally raw. Physical pain and lingering fear of impending death must have weakened her for a short while. Surely, she can allow herself a few moments of humanity?

He caught her wrist and pulled her hand down to press flat over his heart. “Here.”

Drawing a shuddered breath, her eyebrows knitted in worry. That’s where the knife was, she remembered with guilt. He could have died for her. Hating him requires too much energy; one she had little to spare. For the night, he can just be her husband and she will just be his wife. What harm can it do?

“Why did you come for me? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t fight for me?” Her confidence wavered as he sighed, brushing his fingers along her cheek. Not only did he come for her, but he murdered men for her.

Blinking slow, half in a daze as a low-grade fever began to grip her too, she had no more strength to deny how beautiful he is or how disarming his charm is. He may never love her, but she could…she could love him. If she ever fell for him, she knew she’d never be able to unlove him. She wouldn’t want to and that…that felt oddly comforting. For once, she was too tired to listen to her mind that preferred to set the world on fire rather than care for him.

As her eyes closed and her face relaxed, he stayed awake. He didn’t understand it, but he embraced the warm feeling spreading in his chest as she fell asleep.

“I’d burn this world for you.”

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PART 7

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

Ayyo it's Potentially Controversial Opinion Hour

I love the spectacle and drama of the Butcher Army arc as much as anyone, but I genuinely believe that c!Techno having a trial was an incredible missed opportunity

Would it have been rushed, possibly rigged, and a foregone conclusion that led to an execution anyway? Well... probably. But hear me out.

In this version of events, the Butcher Army is a little harder to misconstrue as a one-dimensional evil. At this point, they're trying to maintain a sense of order and fairness, even though those foundations are clearly falling apart at the seams due to fear of outside interference. New L'Manberg's escalation of violence occurs far more gradually, and we see elements of both the nation's fading diplomatic roots and increasing desperation for security in its methods for confronting war criminals.

On the other hand, c!Techno is acutely aware that this is a mere formality that is unlikely to change the cabinet's decision, that the odds are stacked against him. He is frustrated by what he sees as proof of government corruption, even more so when c!Phil's testimony in his favor is completely dismissed. It's almost more insulting than if they had just killed him. He spends a good portion of the trial joking and not taking anything seriously, before the state establishes its case in earnest and obliterates arguments he barely bothered to make; it's at this point that he goes all-in and we get one of his famous speeches. This sudden eloquence unfortunately does not endear him to his captors. His ideals do not waver, and neither do theirs.

c!Quackity acts as the prosecutor, of course. He gets a chance to go full lawyer mode and just lay out every detail of c!Techno's crimes. Communication is his greatest strength, after all, and the one area where he is on equal footing with the server's greatest fighters. If c!Techno is eventually sentenced to death but escapes his execution and kills c!Q in that duel anyway, this infuriates c!Q even more than it already did; once again he attempted to resolve a crisis the civilized way, and once again he was not only unsuccessful, but left humiliated and overpowered by an uncaring threat. He will never make the same mistake twice, never trust anyone's good intentions, never invoke the peaceful rule of law against those who will not respect it. His only option left is to fight dirty.

As for who the defense attorney would be, my first thought was c!Ranboo... but then I wondered, what if they offered the job to c!Niki? She was there during Pogtopia, and knows c!Techno's history (does this make her a stronger candidate, or is it believed that she will argue only halfheatedly?). This gives her a chance to do something else significant leading up to L'Manberg's final destruction, and offers more buildup to her joining c!Techno. It also furthers her arc about feeling like no one listened to her, that she was all alone after c!Wilbur's suicide. Like c!Techno, she believes that her position is not an honor or a serious attempt at fair representation for the accused, but merely an illusion of justice. c!Niki resents this. Regardless of her feelings about c!Techno's actions, she pours all her energy into his defense and holds her own.

c!Tubbo oversees as judge. He is frightened of c!Techno, equally reluctant to incur his cabinet's disapproval, and insists on handling the situation calmly and logically. He will be better than c!Schlatt. He needs to be kinder, wiser, fairer than his predecessor. He needs to prove that he can deliver the justice his people want, the way the nation's founder would be proud of. But as the arguments from both sides become more heated, as the details of L'Manberg's destruction are hashed out, as his own gruesome death is narrated to him and presented as evidence of c!Techno's bloodthirst and hypocrisy, detached impartiality becomes more and more difficult to maintain. c!Tubbo cannot bear this joke of a trial any longer. He silences the court and makes his decision.

Now, I doubt this would change anything substantial about the overall trajectory of Season 2. The cabinet still tries to hunt down everyone on their hit list. c!Techno is still mad about being executed, opposes the government on principle, and destroys L'Manberg. c!Niki still has her breakdown and burns down L'Mantree. c!Fundy still turns against his father's creation before isolating himself in the wilderness. c!Ranboo is still disillusioned with the server's conflicts and rejects the idea of choosing sides. c!Quackity still loses faith in the ideals of diplomacy he once held dear and turns to violence to survive. c!Tubbo still cracks under the weight of his responsibility and sacrifices his reputation, integrity, and nearly his life to live up to those expectations.

But holding a trial turns the Butcher Army into an explicit ideological and character-driven conflict, instead of a mostly physical one. It smooths out a lot of character arcs, gives more screentime to those who were ignored before, and gives everyone an obvious opportunity to clarify and defend their beliefs.

So yeah. I just think it would have been really cool

[marsbutterfly]

ymir x shy!reader

The Confident Girl's Delight

Summary: Ymir spends day and night teasing you so nobody will ever find out about your secrets meetings.

                                      Warning: NSFW!

                                           Wattpad! | AO3!

“Come on, Y/N” Ymir purrs, her fingers resting on your chin as she eagerly brings your eyes to hers.

The chilly breeze hits you but it is not the reason why your hands begin to shake. You desperately start to look for a way to escape her but her arms block any chances you might have.

“Stop it, Ymir.” You say, feeling as your cheeks burn hotter than the fiery pits of hell. You don’t mean it of course and she can tell by the tone of your voice.

“Do you really want me to?” She asks, placing her lips against your ear before biting your skin gently and you wonder how the hell did you find yourself in this situation.

It wasn’t unusual for Ymir to flirt with you, she did it as you were walking into the shower or even when you had some kind of food in your mouth. Her biggest delight was making your cheeks burn and you knew it.

Nothing too serious, always a compliment here, a smack on your ass there. You know if you ever told her to stop with a serious tone in your voice, she would listen without a second thought but the question was: did you want her to stop?

No.

The truth is that between training and Krista, receiving Ymir’s attention was a privilege not many people could have.

Of course, along with the flirting came a bit of teasing: about your accent from the interior of Wall Rose or the way your hair doesn’t stick to your ponytail for too long before turning into a mess.

During one uneventful night, you sat in the dining hall by yourself. The voices around you were loud and yet you somehow managed to tune them all out.

Your thoughts race through your mind, the images of Ymir’s sweaty face after exercising still fresh in your head. The drops of water that come from her bottle and drip down her abdomen contrast with the light from the candles.

Your face burns and you use your left hand to fan it, hoping to cool yourself down. You chug on the water as if your life depended on it.

Suddenly, you are pulled away from your thoughts when a pair of hands make their way down your shoulders stopping an inch away from your breasts. You gasp, knowing exactly who those hands belonged to.

You silently beg for her to never stop touching you but sadly she sits by your side taking a massive bite out of your apple.

“Why do you always eat my food?” You whisper while looking down at your nearly empty plate. You move your lips around, your fingers won’t stop fidgeting and you can’t quite breath anymore. Her face comes close to yours, too close.

“Because everything that comes from you is more delicious.” Ymir says, a smirk creeping on the corner of her lips.

“Ymir, leave her alone!” Krista says while pushing the taller one away from you. She can’t help but laugh at the state you find yourself in and you feel her fingers brush against your chin.

“Meet me in the closet by the Commander’s Office in one hour.” She says, pulling the petite, blonde girl alongside as they walk away towards the exit of the massive room.

You sigh, scared of what she could possibly want. But alongside the fear comes a brand new feeling: excitement.

The minutes go by slowly, almost as if the clock feels bad for you but eventually the time has come to face her in the closet.

The torches illuminate the otherwise dark hall and your steps echo quietly but to you it sounds much like a titan’s sprint after humans: ground shaking.

You knock on the door only to realize she isn’t there yet and a wave of relief washes over your body. Of course the feeling doesn’t last long since suddenly you feel Ymir’s hand on your back as she pushes you inside gently. In a more gentle manner than usual at least.

The lock clicks behind her and she pushes you against the wall, her arm wraps around your waist as she spins you around prompting you to face her. Her nose brushes against yours gently and you can’t hold back a little moan.

A delighted smile on her lips as she plants them on your neck, her hand moving up from your waist to your breasts underneath the shirt. When Ymir’s cold fingers brush against your nipple, you feel your heartbeat pulsating on your clit.

“I missed you.” She whispers before you feel the tip of her warm tongue tracing the outside of your ear. She pinches your skin and you cry out, squirming against her touch while silently pleading for more.

“I missed you too.” You say in response, your voice dying in your throat.

You cross your legs in hopes of keeping yourself from getting soaking wet but once Ymir’s hand enters your underwear, you are done for. You feel like at that moment you could melt faster than butter above fire.

“Ask for it, baby.” She says, her lips meeting yours for a split second before she resumes the attacks on your neck. Your body reacts to her actions immediately and you know the marks tomorrow will be bad.

“I…” You stutter quietly, “I want you to touch me.”

“Where? Here?” She asks, sliding two fingers inside of you barely in but deep enough to pull all the wetness you attempted so hard to keep locked in.

“Yes. Fuck.” You respond, digging your nails on her skin. Her now slippery fingers rub circles on your clit, dragging quiet sobs out of you.

“Oh to hear you curse is such a blessing.” She giggles and you hiss in response. “Hold onto me.”

You do as you are told, holding onto her for dear life in such a way not even a higher power would be able to bring you two apart. Her fingers slip past your clit making their way down towards your entrance. They slip in with ease and you gasp, biting Ymir’s shoulder in an attempt to keep yourself quiet.

With her free hand, she pulls your mouth away from her skin and brings it close to hers. She bits the right corner of her lips gently before going in for a sloppy kiss. The tip of her tongue brushes against yours as it asks for permission to deepen the action.

This isn’t the first time you’ve had a moment like this with Ymir, in fact she has fucked you in places you could never have imagined: during dinner with all the other soldiers around, in the showers after practice.

Ymir moves her fingers in and out gently while her thumb brushes circles on your clit. It doesn’t take long for her to find your g-spot and she takes full advantage of the situation presented to her.

Uncertain, you decide to be bold and with one of your hands you reach underneath her shirt. You can feel every little bit of her abs and you decide to stay there for a moment. Sweat drips down her skin as the room begins to feel stuffy.

Once you touch her breast, your hand shakes slightly as if you don’t know what to do from here on out. So she gently places her free hand above yours, never taking her fingers out from inside of you, in fact, she begins to speed up her actions.

“Squeeze it, like this.” She says, applying a bit of pressure to your hand. You do as you are told once again and your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Once she curls her fingers inside of you, it doesn’t take long for you to reach an orgasm. The tip of her middle and ring digits brush against your g-spot while her thumb never stops contact with your clit. She always knew exactly how to touch you to make you melt quickly so nobody would ever find you.

You moan against her lips, feeling as your body spasms and your legs close shut, her fingers still inside of you. It’s involuntary and you feel bad because you don’t want to hurt her but for once she doesn’t make a comment about how tight you are when you come so you simply stay quiet.

She pulls out from inside of you, gliding her wet fingers above your lips. You try to look away but in the end you open your mouth, tasting yourself on her skin. You make sure to lick it clean before she pulls it out, drying them on her shirt.

“Same time tomorrow?” You ask with a bold expression on your face and she snorts.

“Sure.” She replies, planting one final kiss to your lips before opening the door. She looks over her shoulder one last time, shooting you a deadly smile and you can barely hear it but she says “I love you”. The air around you smells like your pussy and all you want to do is bury your face in a pillow, hoping no one would know where it came from.

After a few minutes, you exit the room only to find the hallway to be completely empty and you thank God for it. As you walk back to your room, you still dream of Ymir’s touch on your skin and how it feels good to have her undivided attention.

Once you pass through the doors to your dorm room, a voice enters your ears and someone’s hand grabs your ass.

“Why are you blushing, Y/N?” Ymir asks, knowing damn well she is the reason why. You don’t say a word and simply hurry to your bed, pulling the covers above your head.

Her words are still fresh in your mind, even if you didn’t get to say it back. “I love you.” First you think it’s because she is scared you won’t reciprocate her feelings, which is not the case but eventually you realize she left in such a hurry because she was trying not to embarrass you.

You hear Krista’s disapproving voice but the words are muffled. All you can make out of it is “Leave her alone.”

But Ymir will never leave you alone, she loves to tease you in every possible way and you are grateful for it. Even if it’s the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you.