#it was so icy that day i had to hold my guides hand and help her down the very low-grade hills lol

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Breaking Dishes - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

CollegeStudent!Rafe x CollegeStudent!Reader

🪄 re-uploaded because I had to make a new account

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Warning: SMUT, lots of pet names, lovey Rafe, friends to lovers, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v

📖 Rafe’s best friend helps him make the best of his buzz cut era and he gets whatever he’d like in exchange.

✨"Do you think about me a lot, y/n?" He breathes.

"Yes," you press out the word through a moan.

"And you wanted to know what my hands could do. Didn't you? I've seen the way you look at me," he taunts. "Are they doin' it for you, Y/N?" He works you a little harder.✨

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Readers POV:

“It hurts.”

“Does it hurt? Or does it itch? There’s a difference.

"Both, Y/N… This is fuckin’ stupid.”

“No. Nah. Nope… What was stupid was the fact that you, a grown-ass man, didn’t know how to do his own laundry.”

“That’s what you’re for.”

You flick your eyes from his hair to the mirror, catching him with your death stare. “Keep going." He gives you a shit-eating grin, making you fight off a smile of your own.

"This has to be done." He looks at his hair in the mirror, the bleach altering his dark blonde buzz to an icy white.”

“Almost," you sing, running your polished nail through the bleach, eyeing your work.

"And I get whatever I want if I do this. Yeah?”

“Anything you’d like.”

Anything.

It started simply with you and Rafe. He looked like a pouty little man-child, holding his Ralph Lauren polo by the shoulders, his privilege showing as he eyed the streaked bleach stain across the front. This sort of shit had gone on for days. First, it was no detergent, then fabric softener only, followed by straight bleach on the third day. He looked pathetic, desperate to accomplish this simple task. You helped him on the fourth day, sparking a friendship in the process, making your first year at college a little easier.

There was so much stuff he just didn’t know how to do… Stuff that he could fully figure out on his own, but if he did… Then, he wouldn’t need you. And both of you knew that.

There was a spark. There always was. But this time, it was a loaded exchange. You do this for me, and I’ll do anything you’d like, Rafey.

“Purple shampoo?” He mumbles.

“I’m being proactive. Gotta tone it. Don’t question it,” you giggle, emulsifying the shampoo, watching the suds and bleach swirl down the sink. “Gah… Looks so fucking good." He grunts in reply. "Stay here." You run over to the rack, grabbing a fluffy white towel. "Stop!”

“What? Why? It’s my hair, Y/N. Jesus fuck.”

“‘Cause… It’s a surprise," you practically growl out the words through your excitement, swathing the towel around his head, pawing out the water.

"What am I gonna do if this looks like shit?”

“It won’t. It won’t," you smile. "What are you gonna tell Topper?" 

"That I lost a bet. I don’t know. You’re takin’ advantage of me, y/n.”

“You’re the only person I know with a buzz cut, Cameron. It fits your aesthetic. Lean into it.”

“I’m not leaning into shit.”

“Stand up.” You feel your cheeks redden as Rafe rises from his hunched-over position in the sink, his muscular frame bare, just a pair of gray sweats on his tight body. “You blushing, Y/N?" He asks as a cocky smile spreads on his lips. You bite yours, casting your gaze away as you try to collect yourself. "I look that good. Huh?" He taunts, hooking his finger under your chin, guiding your gaze to his. You stare into reach beautiful baby blues, feeling your heart start to race.

"Yeah, Cameron.”

He bites his cheek, holding back an all-too-wide smile as his cheeks redden as well. You reach up, tapping the high point of his face, silently calling him out. “Got me," he whispers, making your heart flutter. "Alright… So, can I look?" You smile and nod. Rafe turns on his heels, eyes widening as he takes himself in. He goes through all the emotions at once, landing on a meh. His lip tugs slightly, shoulders shrugging in acceptance."It’s not that bad…”

“I love it," you praise, smiling brightly back at him.

"You’re way too fuckin’ excited about this, Y/N.”

“Nah… You wouldn’t get it.”

“M'Kay. What now?” He cops a slight attitude, unenthused with the rest of your request. You snatch your phone out of your pocket, flicking to your camera, turning it on record. “NO!" He rips it out of your hand, turning it off before passing it back.

"What…" You pout.

"The fuck do you have to record this for?”

“Me!”

“What are you gonna do with it, Y/N? This goes nowhere.”

“It’s just for me, Rafey. Jesus Christ. Calm your tits.”

“Don’t tell me to calm my tits," he huffs. "I’m so fuckin’ serious, Y/N.”

“I promise,” you answer earnestly. “And, you have to say the thing.”

“I forgot.”

“Bullshit.”

“When?” He crosses his arms before his chest, his hip popped slightly.

“After I start the song, of course,” you tease. “Alexa play Breaking Dishes by Rihanna.”

“This is weird,” he snips, looking down at you disgustingly.

“It’s alright, baby girl. You don’t have to get it.”

“Don’t call me baby girl, Y/N,” he huffs as the song starts to build.

“Fine. Alright, Rafey. Lights, Camera, Action.”

“A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an…”

Rafe rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth, throwing his arms to his sides. His ab muscles flex more than before, making you squeal internally. Fuck, he looks good.  Your eyes widen, threatening him with your glare to say his fucking line. “Snow always lands on top.”

“Ah! Yes, Rafey!” You press the little red button, ending the recording, letting out a delighted squeal before jumping into his arms. His eyes fall down your body, roaming back up nice and slow. Rafe’s gaze gets stuck on your lips, wetting his own, tension building between the two of you as you wait to see if he’ll ask for what you both want.

“You know, Y/N… I wouldn’t do this shit for anybody else," he mumbles. 

"I know," you smile. "So, what do you want, Rafe?" You ask, drawing his focus back to your gaze.

"Helped you set up that big mirror last week," he rasps.

"Mhmm…”

“Wanna fuck you in front of it, Y/N." You feel your stomach flip, your heart instantly picks up pace.

"Oh.”

“That okay?" He asks, leaning in slightly.

"Yeah… That’s okay.”

“You want that?" He smiles; his lips mere centimeters from yours, breathing softly against yours.

"Yeah.”

“Words, Y/N," he whispers.

"I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror, Rafe," you respond, voice hoarse and breathy as your nerves start to get the better of you. Everything fades away as Rafe’s lips crash into yours, taking your breath away, claiming your mouth against his. Heat rolls over your skin. Your body starts to tingle, hands moving from his neck, wrapping around his broad shoulders tightly, drawing him closer. His lips are sweet, just like you expected. A soft moan escapes your lips, landing in his. You feel him smile against your kiss, making you do the same.

"You sure this is okay?" He mumbles between kisses as he walks with you into your bedroom.

”Perfect.“ Rafe’s tongue slips through your lips, greeting yours, rolling softly with your rhythm. Fuck… He draws back from you, looking at the two of you in the mirror. 

"First thing I thought about when you asked me to put this up, Y/N. Been thinkin’ about it ever since.”

“Yeah?" You smile as you look back into his blue jean eyes. "Why do you think I bought it?" His smile shifts to a smirk at the sound of your admittance. Rafe sets you down, making quick work of your clothing, peeling it off between kisses. You bite your lip as your fingers dance over the indentations of his muscles, working down to his waistband, his slutty gray sweats. You work the material over his thighs and down to his ankles. He kicks them off, just a pair of white cotton Calvin’s on his large frame. You take your time, revealing his thick cock inch by inch. His dick springs free, standing straight; a bead of cum gathered on his swollen tip.

His rough fingers ghost over your soft skin. Rafe takes hold of your breasts, pressing them together. His touch lightens, feather-soft circle over your nipples. "Rafe," you whine as you throw your head back. His mouth quickly greets your skin, sucking harshly, skimming and flicking your hardened nipple with his tongue. His hands roam down your body as his lips return to yours. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. It’s happening. Rafe’s hand disappears between your thighs, making you moan. He runs his finger along your silk. 

"So fucking wet for me, y/n," he hums, turning you to face the mirror. You feel your whole body start to pulse, every nerve firing hot. Rafe’s fingers meet your bud, circling softly. You’d always look at his hands, wondering what they could do. 

"Feels so good," you whine, causing him to chuckle sinfully. Rafe pulls another moan out of your parted lips, his dark gaze matching yours over your shoulder. He adds a second finger, curling it inside of you, thrusting in and out. Rafe moves his thumb to your clit, adding a little more pressure. 

"I’ve always wanted you," He growls, lips grazing your ear.

"Yeah," you mewl.

"Do you think about me a lot, y/n?" He breathes.

"Yes," you press out the word through a moan.

"And you wanted to know what my hands could do. Didn’t you? I’ve seen the way you look at me," he taunts. "Are they doin’ it for you, Y/N?" He works you a little harder.

"Yes! Yes." You cry. Your thighs start to tremble. Rafe’s lips lock on your neck, licking you, marking you as his own. "I’m gonna cum.”

“I know, baby. I know," he whispers against your skin. ”Can you be a good girl and cum when I tell you?“

”Rafe, I… S-Shit.“ Your eyes flick open, resting on him as you fight back your pleasure, Rafe working against you, trying his very best to push you over the holding.

"Cum.”

“Fuck!" You lose yourself, fluttering around his fingers. He continues to please you, toiling harder and quicker than before. Your lips crash into his, cries of pleasure against his mouth. The two of you are breathing heavily. Rafe sucks off your bottom lip slowly.

"I can’t wait to have you, y/n," he groans huskily. ”Fuck. That was beautiful.“ Rafe wraps his strong arms around your waist, holding you tightly. "How was that, baby?” He drawls.

“Fantastic… Holy shit.”

His hands fall down your skin, landing on your hips, turning you before pulling you close. Rafe circles your ass, squeezing you, giving you a little spank. Your urges are too strong. You just can’t resist.

You throw yourself in his arms, lips locking with his. He moans into your kiss, tongue rolling with yours. Your hands grasp the front of his thighs, nails sinking in slightly.

You drag your fingers down his tight body. A smile spreads on Rafe’s lips as you wrap your hands around his thick dick.

“Shit, y/n," he chuckles raspily as you fall to your knees.

"Can I suck your cock, Rafey?”

“Mmm… Mhmm," he groans, a lusty chuckle leaving his lips. ”Hell fucking yes, Y/N.“ You feel your confidence building by the moment. You swirl your tongue on his velvety head, collecting his precum on your tongue. Rafe takes a sharp breath, followed by a loose, drawn-out moan.

"I’ve always wanted you in my mouth, Rafe," you pant. You trace the head of his shaft, lips close, breathing warmly against him. "Do you want my mouth?" You whisper onto his tip, his lashes flutter.

"Ugh, Shit. Yes, y/n," he groans. "I need your mouth on my cock." His voice is coarse and delicious, driving you wild. You flatten your tongue, licking him from base to tip. Rafe’s fingers rake through your hair, his hands gripping the back of your head.

His hips thrust into your mouth slowly, pushing you to see how far he can go. He draws out, your tongue swirls to the tip. "Fuck me, Y/N," Rafe hums. The grip on your hair tightens.

Each thrust is deeper than the next, a soft swirl to his tip. Your eyes start to water. Rafe readjusts his stance, his eyebrows furrowing. Bringing your hands up to his balls, you play with them as well. Rafe bites his lips, grunting with each thrust as he starts to buck his hips into your mouth. You’re choking on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks. You bring your fingers down to your warmth, pleasing yourself as well.

”Y/n,“ Rafe grunts, taking notice; his breathing increases. "You’re going to make me cum, baby," he sears. He adjusts his stance, thighs quaking. ”Mmm… Y/n. I can’t wait to have you. I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you, Y/N,“ he growls, eyes pinched shut. Hollowing your cheeks, you increase your suction, causing his lips to part. You feel his dick twitch on your tongue. Rafe thrusts into you roughly, his climax spilling deep into your throat. He throws his head back again, holding yours against him as you scratch your nails along his ass. "Y/n, f-fuck," he pants, breathing rapidly. ”Ugh… Holy shit.“ You come off him slowly, eyes set on him. "Best blowjob of my life..”

“Stop,” you giggle.

“Fuck, y/n. I mean it." He helps you to your feet, quickly pulling you in tightly. He presses a kiss against your forehead, breathing rapidly, still coming down from his climax. "Can’t wait to taste you, Y/N?”

“M'so wet…" You hum, fanning the flame. His eyes darken, trailing your curves before tossing you down on the bed. You feel your pussy throb, craving Rafe’s lips; his fingers; his cock. He wraps his arms around your thighs, drawing you toward his face.

You throw your arms above your head, arching your back as his tongue glides through your silk. "Shit," you mewl as you feel the warmth of his mouth, and the whisper of his breath against your sex. Rafe buries himself between your thighs, nose brushing your clit; tongue dipping into your entrance. Your heart starts to race again. You prop yourself up on your elbow, meeting his stare. Drawing your hands up your body, you take hold of your breasts. Rafe moans against your pussy, watching as you play with yourself.

He whispers your name softly against your clit; you toss your head back. Feeling the roughness of his hand against your stomach, working higher. Rafe palms your breast, rolling your nipple softly between his fingers. You feel your pleasure building. Your body moves, grinding your hips to get a little more friction. Rafe’s hand lowers, your anticipation builds. He licks a line up your slit. His fingers toy with your entrance. "Rafe, please," you wail, your thighs widening, pressure building in between. "Ugh… Fuck!" You cry. Rafe sinks two fingers deep, his soft lips sucking roughly. Your thighs start to quiver as he thrusts his digits in and out.

”Can you cum on my fingers?“ He breathes. "Can you soak my hand for me?”

“Yes… Yes.”

“Mmm… My cock’s gonna feel so good sliding in and out of this pretty pussy, Y/N.”

“Yes!" You punch out the word, back arching off the bed. You feel your release, just like he asked, making a mess of his hand as you grip the sheets. You can hear the sound of it. His fingers working sloppily, in and out.

"Baby…" You stutter, relaxing around his fingers, craving more. Rafe grips your hips in his strong hands, tugging you even closer to the edge. You tilt your head up, watching as he takes a grip on his cock, hard and throbbing. Your eyes shift as he guides himself closer. He seizes himself by the base, tapping his dick against your clit. Your thighs tremble with each touch, spurs of pleasure, your sensitivity at an all-time high.

"So fucking wet," he praises. Rafe’s hands shift, taking a harsh hold on the back of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. "Mmm… Hold these f'me," he groans. You relax your head to the side as Rafe runs his tips through your silk, his eyes meet yours in the mirror, a smile spreading on his lips.

His mouth parts, mirroring yours as his cock starts to stretch you out. You let out a soft whimper, your eyebrows knit as he gives you all of him. Every inch pushes you to your limit; your eyes roll back as he draws out, quickly thrusting back in.

Your hands grab his forearms, holding on tightly, drawing him closer, pulling him deeper. "Look at me, Y/N," he moans, his eyes shifting from the mirror, driving into yours. He leans into you, folding you in half, pinning your thighs against the bed as he kisses you deeply. Your tongues intertwine, moaning and blissful cries are exchanged between your lips.

You separate slightly, breathing rapidly, lips hovering close. His skin slaps against yours, your forehead, nestled against his. "You’re so fuckin’ beautiful," he pants.

”God, this feels so good.“

"So good, baby," he echoes. Rafe picks up speed, feeling your walls drawn in around him. His strong hands grip your hips, using them as leverage to drive deeper.

You throw your head back, eyes shut tight as you feel yourself about to fall apart. Your mouth draws open, a string of curses and praise flow freely. Rafe’s lips lock onto your nipple, sucking hard.

"Rafe. Fuck!” Your pleasure releases, your body pulses around his shaft. Your hands reach for him, pulling slightly, tugging him toward your lips. Rafe picks you up swiftly, taking a seat on the bed, his cock still deep inside.

“Are you okay?" He pants with a smile.

"So good… So fucking good.”

You start rolling and grinding your hips on top of him. Rafe starts to bounce on the mattress. His breathing increases; you can tell he’s close. Grabbing his shoulders, you press him down on the bed. Rafe’s hands squeeze your ass tightly, guiding you, setting a rapid tempo. “Fuck… Ugh," he whimpers. "I’m gonna cum.” He takes you by surprise, drawing out quickly, rolling you to your back.

He plunges back in, reaching for air as he grunts and moans incoherent words. “I’m cumming… Shit," he groans as he climaxes. Rafe continues to drive his release deeper. He presses his lips and body against yours, rocking slowly to a stop.

"Holy shit…." he pants, holding you close. Rafe nuzzles himself into your neck, breathing rapidly as he kisses you softly. You sigh blissfully, relaxing into the bed, giving him better access to your skin. His lips work over your neck, moving up to your jaw.

"So…" he whispers.

"So," you giggle, your heart racing rapidly against his.

"I like you, Y/N, if that’s not clear. And that… Fuck. That was so damn good," he groans blissfully.

"I like you too," you cup his cheeks in your hands, kissing him gently.

"And, just so we’re crystal clear, you pictured yourself fuckin’ me and not…" He points to his hair, narrowing his eyes on yours.

"Rafe? No, President Snow. Of course, I pictured myself fucking you and not Rafe Cameron.”

“Brat." He spanks your ass, making you yelp.

"Fuck, Rafe!” You whine as you look back, watching the print shift from white to red.

“Ah, shit. You don’t like it rough, Y/N?" He taunts through a snickering laugh. You lower your lips to him, brushing gently.

"You owe me now, Rafey… Round two. I like it rough.”

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[iliketangerines]

hi I love your stuff can I ask a Bi-Han x guardian angel reader smut where the reader is training and they look so hot training and Bi-Han is trying to hold back not to fuck them right there and now but once they go back to there bedroom Bi-Han just pushes them on the bed and just fuck them and btw this is my first ask and I was a little shy asking you this

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a/n: lol i remember being nervous the first time i ever requested something too

pairing: bi han x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), nipple play

Bi Han was going to kill you, he swear to god he was, because right now you’ve shed the outermost layer robe of your outfit, leaving you only in a thin t shirt

he can see your nipples through the thin shirt as you train, guiding the trainees through the practice set, and his hands are itching to get themselves on you

for now, he presses his icy hands to his face to cool himself off as he watches you sweat underneath the blazing sun, and he looks down to the floorboards to try and control himself

you jog on over as the trainees leave for dinner, and you pant into the air, smiling at him as he continues to release his frustrations onto the practice dummy, nearly tearing it apart

laughing at his anger, you slap him on the back and ask what’s wrong, and Bi Han turns to you slowly, pupils blown wide as he stares at the sweat droplets tracing the outline of your muscle and the curve of your body, soaking your shirt

your shirt sticks to you in just the right places, and Bi Han’s mouth goes dry as he looks at your sweaty neck, glistening in the setting sun

he grabs onto your wrist with a cold hand and walks with you in tow, and you follow, confused by your husband’s strange behavior

as your bedroom comes into sight, you let out a confused sound, but before you can even ask a question, Bi Han slams the door open and practically throws you inside

sliding the door shut, you ask what’s got him so worked up, and he whips around and stalks to you, footsteps heavy on the wooden flooring as his chilled breath billows out of his nose

you let out a nervous laugh and take a step backwards, falling onto the bed, and Bi Han crowds around you, crushing his weight into you as his lips crash onto yours

a moan leaves his throat as his hands finally trace your body, squeezing at the strong muscle and at your chest that had been teasing him all day

his chilled hands cause a shiver to run through you, but you welcome the kiss all the same, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer

he parts from your lips, looking at your dazed eyes and the light sheen of sweat covering your neck, and Bi Han can’t help himself as he moves his mouth lower to kiss hickeys into your skin

you sigh and ask what’s got him so worked up, and he grunts, knowing that you know exactly what had worked him up so much the second his hands had attacked your chest

they still knead at the soft flesh, your chest relaxed and soft as you let him grope at you and kiss hickeys into your skin

your fingers undo the bun in his hair, and you run your fingers through the locks, sighing at its softness and its thickness

he hums into your neck and sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh to make you yelp and groan, and he drinks in the small sounds that you make

the contact isn’t enough, he needs to be touching your skin, and Bi Han pulls away for just a moment, just long enough to rip your shirt from your body and leave it in tatters

you gasp at the feeling and stare up at him with indignation, complaining that that was a nice shirt, and Bi Han rolls his eyes, saying that he was the grandmaster and he could get you another one if you so wished

ignoring the rest of your complaints his hands come down onto your chest, pinching at your nipples and and rolling them between his thumb and pointer fingers

the stimulation makes your voice warble and unsure as you heat up out of embarrassment or arousal, or maybe both

Bi Han moves his head down to latch his lips onto one of your nipples, his other hand continually teasing the other, and his tongue laves over the pert bud

it’s almost like heaven in his mouth as he listens to your soft moans and sighs as he bites and runs his tongue over the bud over and over again

he grinds his hips into the mattress, groaning at the friction on his cock, and he nearly loses focus on the task at hand as he grinds against the sheets

but then your hands grip onto his hair, lightly tugging at the locks and bringing hims back to you and your soft chest

Bi Han groans at the feeling and flicks his tongue against your nipple, pinching at your other with an icy hand, and it makes you shiver and groan

your hips buck up into him, and he has to restrain himself from cumming in his pants at the friction, biting into the soft flesh of your chest instead

a loud yelp comes out from you as you grip onto his hair tightly, and he can’t help himself as he moans loudly, grinding his cock further into his pants as he cums anyway

it would be more embarrassing if Bi Han actually cared about cumming so quickly in his pants just from teasing and tasting you

more or less, he just wanted to cum on you, watch it drip onto your skin and claim you as his, but he supposed he could always just do that later

he rocks his hips back and forth slowly as he rides out his orgasm, and you look down at him and pet his hair, letting him come down from his high

you let your head fall back onto the pillows and let out a strangled sound as Bi Han moves onto the other nipple and lavishes it with attention

your voice is strained when you say that you thought that he was done, and Bi Han momentarily disconnects from your sweet skin to tell you he wasn’t done

he wasn’t done until he’s tasted every part of your body, and with that, his mouth delves back onto your chest, ready to tease and torture you for the rest of the night

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Cruel King Romantic Headcanons

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•] Like his devotion towards his people, the Cruel King tries to do what is and his best for you.

•] Loves to call you Dearest, Love, Lovely. Sometimes uses two of the nicknames in one sentence.

•] Gives the most sweet kisses. He would kiss your forehead, take your hand in his and kiss the back of it with soft murmurs of 'I love you' under his breath. He's absolutely smitten by you.

•] A wise and a kind ruler at heart. Like, have you paid attention to how much his people adore him??? If you had an argument, he's the one who apologizes first, even if you were in the wrong. He's the first one to reach out in hopes to understand and fix the root of the problem.

"Lovely, my love... Please, listen to me. Let us talk things out. I sincerely apologize for my cruel words and for hurting you with them... Please? Tell me what's on your mind."

•] When it comes to love language, he's not one to spoil his partner with pleasantries or anything materialistic. Considering the state that Blackrock is in where food and materials are scarce, he would instead pour everything into spending time with you, even with a busy schedule.

"Dearest, my love... Why don't you accompany my side today? I'd love to hear what you've been up to lately."

•] That... and also acts of service. You lost something? Don't worry, he'll order his guards to find it for you. Craving a certain type of food? Okay! He'll tell the Kitchen Wizard to switch the meal of the day to your liking. Not feeling well? He'll be right by your side immediately and taking care of you. While he's your partner, you don't need to lift a finger.

•] If you're forgetful, he would try to remember the things you might forget or your habit of misplacing items.

"What are you looking for, my love?"

•] While you scratch your head in confusion trying to remember where you placed an item, the Cruel King stared at the very object left behind on a table. He couldn't help but chuckle as he turns you around, guiding you to it before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Here you are... Is this what you were looking for? Don't forget it next time. Okay, my love?"

•] Nonetheless, if his plans for spending quality time with you is ran over with his busy schedule... just having a glimpse of you around the castle would be enough to put him in a good mood and fuel him for an entire day.

•] Would be the big spoon when it comes to cuddling. He loves to hold you in his arms to feel your warmth against him while the two of you talk about each other's day. He's the listener in the x yapper trope. Sometimes he doesn't understand what you're talking about but that's okay, he just loves listening to your voice as it lulls him to sleep.

•] His fear of the future is actually DOUBLED because of you. No, not in a bad way. He's just so afraid that the fall of Blackrock meant that you're dragged in the mix. He can't afford to waste time or even relax when the voices tell him that in a few years.. all that he's worked hard for, all that he's tried protecting, would vanish when the Icedagger falls into the hands of another.

•] Occasionally, the voices would give him unbearable migraines. His restless brain has been working tirelessly, trying to think of a way to save his people, especially you. He's sitting on his icy throne, hand on the side of his forehead with a furrowed expression. If you're in the room with him, he would reassure you that he's fine but... eventually, he's reaching out a hand to you in an attempt to hold yours for comfort.

"May I? Lovely? Allow me to hold you, even if it's just for a moment..."

•] Please hold his hand :(

•] Doesn't get much sleep because of the voices, along with his duties as the King. So, you would have to drag him to bed in order for him to have rest. Tucking yourselves under the covers, he's out like a light before you can even open your mouth to scold him again. Holding you close, he's savoring the warmth of your body, soothing him from the cold and heavy responsibilities gnawing on his back.

•] Actually developed a habit of daydreaming. He gets quite bored sitting all day in the throne room, not to mention... The voices continuously nag him every day. So, in order to quiet them down and to pass the time, he resorted to daydreaming.

•] He would imagine scenarios in his brain where he hopes that he could do it with you someday. For example, taking you out to town once the catastrophe is over and watching how spring rolls back into Roadtown. Amusing yourselves with greenery and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold climate of the Blackrock mountains.

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The sun to me

Chapter III. Sun ray.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

word count: 3.4k

chapter summary: discovering a hidden place helps discover hidden feelings and the camera captures a fleeting moment of happiness.

warnings: description of a nightmare with drowning

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🌻 Sunflower - happiness and positivity.

There's no air that can reach his lungs, Hyunjin realizes this as the feeling of water filling up his insides consumes his entire being.

He's grasping for a figurative straw, his arms are lifting up to reach towards the surface, where he can see the light reflecting off of it, the sliver of hope he craves to hold on to.

Bubbles leave his lips as he screams silently in panic, unable to swim up, like some kind of deep sea leviathan has gripped his ankles and it's pulling him further down.

Down where he'll disappear forever, his body becoming food for the fishes, his existence forgotten like he was never even alive.

Like his dreams, thoughts and wishes didn't matter. Like whatever painting he ever created was scraped away, washed away, faded away into oblivion.

There's warmness and comfort replacing the harsh iciness of the sea when he stops fighting against it, letting it take him into it's depths where he'll be safe from all the harm that the big bad world has brought him.

Hyunjin's eyes open abruptly and the warmness he felt in his nightmare comes in the shape of salty tears sliding down his cheeks. He coughs, sitting up quickly, feeling like the air from his lungs has actually been taken away.

He reaches for the glass of water on the nightstand and drinks the refreshing liquid with big gulps.

He shivers, eyes fluttering before he reaches up to wipe his tears away.

Hyunjin can't even remember the last time he cried, or the last time he had a nightmare like this.

Shaking it off, he checks the clock and as he slowly comes to his senses, the hope he wanted so desperately to cling onto in his dream, lingers in his chest again.

It's almost time to meet up with you.

With newfound excitement, Hyunjin slowly but surely forgets about the feeling of the cold sea enveloping him as he gets ready for the day.

His camera is a must as he grabs it last, before skipping two steps at a time as he makes his way downstairs.

"Good morning, Hyunjin."- Isaac almost scares him as he appears beside him in the hall, a newspaper in his hand.

"Oh, good morning Isaac."- Hyunjin smiles, after the mini heart attack he experienced.

"What's the plan for today?"- Isaac asks and doesn't miss the way Hyunjin's smile widens.

"I- uhm- managed to find a tour guide for the island."- he stutters out, redness spreading on his cheeks.

"Oh really? And who might that be? I know everyone here and I just wanna make sure you're safe."- Isaac half-jokes, he has every good intention in mind.

"Y/n."- Hyunjin answers and Isaac looks a little surprised.

"So, am I safe?"- Hyunjin asks as Isaac gets quiet suddenly.

"Yes, yes, very safe. I'm just a little surprised that she offered."- Isaac says, waving the newspaper around.

"How so?"- Hyunjin tilts his head curiously.

"She's kind of a... homebody. Or gardenbody, if you will."- Isaac snickers at his own joke. "Mostly keeps to herself and her flowers. But she's a good girl, really."- he finishes, with his signature warm smile.

"I thought so too."- Hyunjin nods.

"Well, have fun. I hope you'll indulge me later with a little visit to my studio."

The lump in Hyunjin's throat is back.

"I'll try."- and he really will.

With all he has in him, he will try to look deep within himself to find the strength and inspiration he lost somewhere along the way.

When your alarm wakes you up that morning, you don't feel annoyed or groggy, you feel excited.

The sun coming through the window lays on your body like a warm blanket, threatening to make you fall asleep again but your galloping heartbeat doesn't let you fall into the safety of your dreams again.

You get up with a kind of giddiness in your body, a skip in your step as you decide to wear your favorite yellow dress, the color of the sunflowers, the one kept in the back of your closet, existing only for special occasions.

The thought of spending time with and getting to know Hyunjin, makes for a pretty special occasion in your mind.

You're already planning a little route, imagining taking him to all your favorite places, the ones you saw so many times now being looked at from a new pair of eyes, the eyes of an artist with a paintbrush and a camera.

You wait for him in front of your flower shop, clutching at your little backpack, nervousness washing over you.

Hyunjin arrives on time, the sunlight making him shine brighter than any pretty jewel you've ever laid your eyes upon.

When he sees you, his face breaks into a smile as he runs his hand through his hair, a habit you already picked up on.

He's wearing sunglasses and his usual jewelry, his camera resting on his chest and a backpack on his shoulders.

"Morning!"- you greet when he's close enough.

"Morning!"- he returns the greeting equally excitedly as he cascades up to you.

"Did you sleep well?"- you ask and Hyunjin shivers a little, his lips parting as he blinks.

"Let's say I did."- he nods, pursing his lips.

"It takes some time to get used to all the smell of the varnished wood in Isaac's house."- you chuckle, starting to walk.

"Oh, you've been there?"- Hyunjin asks as he hurries up to follow you.

"Of course! Everyone's been at Isaac's."- you chuckle again. "We're like a little community here. He invites half the island to dinner sometimes. Well, when it's his son's or wife's anniversary mostly. He doesn't want to be alone then. I bring him flowers and my mom's famous cake."- you say as you approach the little restaurant you visit almost every day.

"Oh yeah, he told me about his son. Not about his wife though."- Hyunjin looks thoughtful.

"He'll tell you, I'm sure."- you say as you stop walking. "I thought we could eat breakfast first if you haven't had it yet."

"Oh yeah, actually I'm starving."- Hyunjin nods quickly, almost forgetting about the previous conversation.

You walk in and are greeted by Catherine immediately as she stands behind the bar and wipes away clean coffee cups, putting them back in their designated places.

Luna is sitting at one of the tables, coloring and lost in her own little world.

Catherine greets you, then stops when she looks at Hyunjin.

"Oh, hello there...?"- she looks at your new friend expectantly.

"Hyunjin. Nice to meet you."- he picks upon everyone wanting to meet the newcomer at their island.

"Catherine. That's my daughter Luna. And my husband, Bennet."- she points at him just as he walks out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of pancakes for his daughter.

"Oh, good morning, good people!"- Bennet smiles and you chuckle.

"Hyunjin just arrived on the island and I'm planning to show him around. But we can't really do that on an empty stomach."- you say and Catherine chuckles.

"Oh no, we can't have the two of you hungry. Why don't you two sit down and I'll bring a menu so your friend can look at it?"- Catherine says.

You take your usual spot, next to the window and she brings the menu for Hyunjin.

"You eat lunch here, right?"- Hyunjin asks as he scans the menu.

"How did you know?"- you ask, looking up from setting your backpack down on the floor.

"It's kind of the only restaurant in the vicinity."- Hyunjin chuckles and you feel your face warm up in embarassment.

"Right."- you giggle.

"Here's your lemonade."- Catherine appears.

"Ooh, can I order one too?"- Hyunjin asks.

"Of course, I'll get right on that."- Catherine says before she disappears again.

"So, what do you recommend?"- Hyunjin asks.

"Well, an omelette is always good. So are pancakes. Maybe some fruit?"- you say and he chuckles.

"How about all of it?"

"That sounds good."

After you order a little bit of everything, Luna appears next to your table.

She giggles at Hyunjin shyly, half-hiding behind your arm.

Hyunjin greets her and you bend down to her level.

"Don't be shy."- you chuckle and then sign something as Hyunjin observes the two of you and realizes that the little girl is deaf.

"Oh, okay."- you laugh, your face red, you sign something else and Luna giggles again before running away back to her table.

"She can't hear at all?"- Hyunjin asks quietly.

"No, she was born like that. But she's a happy little girl."- you smile.

"What did you sign to her last?"- he asks curiously.

"I told her she looks pretty."- you say and Hyunjin nods. "She also said that you look like a prince, and that I look like a princess."

Hyunjin sputters, almost choking on his lemonade, his hand on his chest.

"Well, not sure about the first one but I agree with the latter."

Your heart threatens to betray you in that very moment.

With tummies full and cheeks rosy, Hyunjin and you walk quietly together, the sound of gravel crunching under your feet seemingly loud in the comfortable silence.

"Have you been living on the island your whole life?"- he asks, breaking the silence suddenly.

"Pretty much, yeah. I've only moved for college shortly but I never finished."- you say.

"What did you study?"

"Journalism."

"Really?"- he chuckles. "If you graduated maybe you'd be the one interviewing me and maybe we'd meet then, in the showbiz world."

"Okay, mr. Big Shot."- you laugh and he laughs embarassingly at himself.

"Why didn't you finish? Lost motivation or?"

"My mother fell sick. Had to move back and take care of her."- you say and Hyunjin again feels like he's just here digging into people's wounds.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. It was a long time ago now. I'm glad I moved back here. I like this quiet little life. I think the big city would eat me up, honestly."- you confess, leading Hyunjin to the pretty forest behind the beach where you sat looking at the sunset the night before.

"The big city really does eat you up. You get stuck in a rut and washed away with all the other trash."

"Speaking from personal experience?"- you quirk up an eyebrow as you finally get under the shade of the big trees.

Hyunjin lifts his camera up, snapping a few pictures before he turns towards you and you lift your hand up just in time for him to snap a picture of you trying to hide your face.

"Yeah, I guess so."- he answers, the look in his eyes doleful.

"Is that why you came here?"- your finger is now pressing into Hyunjin's own wound.

"Kind of."- he says quietly. "The lifestyle I live right now is not something I'm proud of and definitely not what I wanted."

"Sometimes you have to do the things you hate to get to what you love."- you say as the two of you make your way to the neatly hidden cove you always loved to come to with your little notebooks and pencils.

Sometimes you would go there just to sit and think. Sometimes it was the only place that you could cry in peace at, your tears blending into the vastness of the salty sea, soothing and alluring.

Nobody asking you what's wrong and what they can do to make it better, because nothing can make it better, nothing except letting it all out, away from all the prying eyes and hands.

"I'm pretty sure I mostly do things I hate. Don't even know what I love about it anymore."- Hyunjin finds himself surprised with the fact that he can so easily tell you what's been weighing heavy on his mind for what feels like an eternity.

"Don't you love painting?"

"I used to. Not sure anymore."- Hyunjin shivers at the realization that it was the first time he's uttered that out loud except when he was screaming at his manager.

"I'm sure you can teach yourself to love it again. Maybe with a little help too. For example, what is your favorite thing to paint? Or was, rather."- you ask, curiously tilting your head at him as you near the narrow entrance to the cove.

"Flowers."- Hyunjin says as you come to a stop in front of the entrance and he lifts his camera up to take photos.

"I happen to know quite a lot about flowers."- you tease and Hyunjin chuckles, putting the camera down.

"Oh really now? Maybe I could use your knowledge as my inspiration if you'll let me."- he smiles and your heart flutters.

"Sure, you can come to my flower shop or garden any time."- you smile back and it's like some kind of relief keeps washing over Hyunjin whenever you smile at him like that.

"I'd love that."- he says and you lead him through the little cave out to the beach.

"This'll be a pretty picture."- Hyunjin mutters just as you turn around towards him, the beach coming into view behind you in the opening of the cave.

Click.

The camera clicks, capturing the moment in the frame forever.

You chuckle as you walk out to the cove and Hyunjin follows.

"Wow!"- he gasps. "So beautiful. How is this place still not discovered?"

"Eh, during the summer months people flood this place like moths to a flame. But during the rest of the year, it's mostly empty."

Hyunjin snaps a few pictures again.

"Maybe I should take some pics of you too."- you say.

"Be my guest."- Hyunjin doesn't hesitate to hand you his precious camera.

It doesn't do justice to Hyunjin's beauty, his face bathed in the sunlight, his eyes closed as he turns towards the sea, his lips upturned in a small blissful smile, his dimples showing.

He really looks like the lead of a romance movie, the ones you watched way too many times, knowing deep inside that you'd never be that girl who gets the main guy.

Always the girl on the sidelines, where you got used to being to the point it became hard for you to even imagine falling in love or imagine going out of your comfort zone and giving away your vunerability into someone's open palms like it was just a thing to toss around as everyone takes a turn picking at it, leaving with pieces of you.

Pieces you will never get back, leaving you with your soul bare.

You don't want that, you don't think you even know how to give that anymore.

Everything you give, goes to your flowers.

All your love, your hopes and your tears grow in the shape of stems sprouting out of the earth, blossoming into different colored petals drenched with intoxicating scents.

"Took enough?"- Hyunjin breaks you out of your thoughts and you chuckle a little.

"I think so."- you hand him back the camera before the two of you take a stroll on the beach.

Hyunjin feels like the lead in a romance movie, but there's a wall in front of him, one that is too high to climb up on, too sturdy to break and too deeply rooted into the earth that you can't even dig a hole in it.

The setting is there, the girl is there, only his heart is not. It's scared, hiding away like a wounded animal after a scuffle.

If it was a few years before Hyunjin would surely already let himself fall into you, assured that you'll welcome him with your arms wide open but that's not who he is anymore.

Whatever kind of fairytale he blindly believed in before was just that; a fairytale, not a reality he could touch with his fingertips, hold in his arms, taste on his lips.

But, he is willing to deceive himself even for a fleeting moment of happiness like this.

The walk is short and you end up sitting on the rocks and taking more photos of the picturesque beach, the conversation between you now more light, avoiding the heavy themes and instead commenting on something laugh worthy, something to alleviate the heavy atmosphere threatening to absorb you.

You take Hyunjin back through the forest, walking him all the way into Isaac's street, promising that you will show him another favorite 'secret' place on the island in the next few days.

The sun is almost setting as the two of you turn around and start making your way to your homes.

Hyunjin finally feels something.

It may be small and flickering, like a light at the end of a ceaseless dark tunnel but he can see it in the distance, welcoming him with it's warmth.

Your evening routine has never felt more special. Even though it's the same night after night, it's like there's glitter sprinkled on everything you touch, making it glow beautifully like it was something completely new.

And while you hum along to your music and cook dinner like some movie character waiting for their lover to arrive home, Hyunjin is sitting in his room.

Isaac wasn't home when he'd arrived so he just made his way upstairs, the wooden stairs creaking under his weight, each one singing a different specific song.

Hyunjin ended up sitting on his bed after a shower and a snack, his camera in his hands as he looked at the pictures both of you took that day.

There was something familiar in the sun rays bursting between trees, in the crease of his brow, in the wave of the sea, in your bright smile. It was as if all of the nature's beauty blended together and into the two of you, whispering quietly to him, coaxing him into a net of safety.

Hyunjin caught himself smiling wide at the thought of you.

A knock on the door burst his little bubble, and he cleared his throat before yelling a 'come in!'.

"Evening, Hyunjin. I was just wondering if you'd like to eat dinner with me."- it was Isaac with his warm smile.

"Of course. I'll be down in five."- he says and Isaac nods curtly before leaving Hyunjin's room.

He sets the camera aside, accidentally casting his eyes on the paintbrushes sticking out of his suitcase he hasn't even completely unpacked yet.

Something twists in his stomach and he turns away from the little devils, deciding to make his way downstairs.

Isaac looks up from preparing the table and Hyunjin joins in, helping him.

"So, how was your outing?"- Isaac asks with a small smile.

"Refreshing, honestly."- Hyunjin returns the smile. "I don't remember the last time I was this relaxed ever since I stepped foot on the island."

"Well, that is so good to hear! I'm glad this little island brings you a peace of mind like it did for me."- Isaac says as the two of them sit down.

"I used to live in the big city. Stop me if I'm wrong here but you probably feel exasperated and worn out from the lifestyle of a successful artist."- Isaac starts and Hyunjin stops him.

"How'd you know I'm successful?"- he asks with his brows lifted up in surprise, making the older man chuckle.

"It's easy to guess so. With one look at your attire, anyone can see you're well off."- Isaac concludes.

"Right."- Hyunjin nods, his cheeks becoming rosy in embarassment. "So, you used to be a successful artist too?"

"Hey, don't say used to!"- Isaac laughs and Hyunjin chuckles, apologizing before Isaac hits him with a 'just kidding'.

"But yes, I used to live the lifestyle you do now. And even with my wife beside me, I continued living the same... let's say festive lifestyle and I neglected her and my son. Ah, it's a long story for another day."- Isaac stops himself.

"Well, I'd like to hear it one day."

"The point I want to make is, don't make the same mistakes I did. If you see a good opportunity, grab it while you can."

Hyunjin can't help but think he's talking about you.

He barely manages to fall asleep that night, even after walking around and eating good food, his mind is restless.

He dreams of blank canvases and sun rays that night. He dreams of your smile and the warmth he feels doesn't come in the shape of tears this time, it comes in the shape of a good feeling blooming inside his chest.

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[cinnamon-piastri]

Burnt out star | Charles Leclerc

A quick Charles blurb for day 5 as I've had a rough day and run out of time to write anything ❤️

Warnings: None just fluff x

Imagine you're working late to make up for Christmas deadlines, and Charles decides to surprise you as he knows how burnt out you've been lately.

• He shows up outside of your workplace to pick you up even though you said he didn't need to. He was smiling as he stood by the passenger door to embrace you in a hug and give you a tender peck on the lips. Mumbling "I've missed you" into your lips as if he hadn't just seen you that morning.

• You sat in the car and noticed your favourite coffee order from Starbucks sitting in the cup holder. A sticky note on it saying "drink me :)" you smiled before giving Charles a kiss on the cheek "thank you my love that's so sweet" him chuckling in response. "If you think that's great you haven't seen the real surprise yet" he replies with a smirk as he starts driving while his hand rests gently on your thigh.

• You arrive home in no time and Charles is already sprinting to open your car door before taking your hand and guiding you up the icy path to your shared apartment, he stops just as he unlocks the door and tells you to close your eyes before you enter. You curiously oblige as he holds his hands over your eyes and guides you into the apartment.

• As soon as you enter there's a familiar smell you work hard to identify, the room smells like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon and it instantly warms your heart. He continued to guide you until you were in your shared bedroom before he slowly took his hands off your eyes and said "okay open em mon amour"

• As soon as you opened them you were face to face with your bed that had been adorned in rose petals. There were candles burning with the name "Christmas cookie" on the label. On the bed was also a little basket that contained a bouquet of roses, some face masks and skincare products, fluffy socks and your favourite chocolate.

• Your smile lit up the room more than the candles did as Charles admired your face and how beautiful you looked even though you were tired. "I thought I could run you a bath mon amour, and afterwards we can do some facemasks while we watch a Christmas film what do you think?" Charles whispered in your ear as he hugged you from behind, trailing soft ticklish kisses down your neck.

• You turned to face him with a smile. "I'd love that, thank you so much Charles this means the world to me" you confess as you bring him in for a kiss. Charles smiling as you pull back replying "Anything for my love, I know you've been stressed lately and I want to help you relax"

• Charles brings you both hot chocolates as you get out of the bath, laying in bed sipping on them as you both watch Christmas films, before cuddling up and falling asleep on his chest as the snow starts to fall outside. "Good night my star, sleep well"

[buckyalpine]

Snow White and Seven Soldiers

18+

Soft dark!Winter soldier bucky x reader

Idk tf is wrong with me. Many things tbh. This idea popped into my head and refused to leave so now you can all suffer with me. I’m aware this is a little fucked up, okay?

Warnings: smut, dub con, just absolute fuckery. 

A second part just cause 

Imagine y/n, the sweet pretty little scientist working for Hydra, tasked with creating a serum to create a deadly assassin. You don’t want to be there but they’ve forced you and held you captive, giving you no choice but to help them in building their super soldier army.

You hated the pained screams of the man they dragged in, watching them destroy him from the inside out. They relentlessly tortured him until they were satisfied. His beautiful blue eyes were now soulless, his arm replaced with silver vibrainium. 

The first assassin. A super soldier for Hydra.

You helped him secret, tending to his wounds and treating him with gentle touches and sweet words after his missions. You cared for his weak body every time his memory was wiped, always holding him for a moment longer before he fell asleep in his cell. 

He never remembered much after, but he always remembered you.

He recognized your voice. The soft feel of your hands. The sweetness of your words. You were so loving and warm. Like a little kitten.

His котенок. 

After their first successful super soldier, they decide it’s easier to create clones instead of capturing and training new people each time. 

You watched them file out from the chambers. 

7 super soldiers. All with a metal arm. Icy blue eyes. Dark chestnut brown hair. All with shared memories of you.

Hydra didn’t anticipate them escaping their clutches. They didn’t anticipate their very creations turning against them. The soldiers take you with them before destroying the base, your the only form of love and touch they know; they’d never leave their sweet angel behind.

You stay in a safe house with them, and the longer you stay with them, the more they need you. All of you.

They’re all touch starved. 

Craving you to take care of them.

You help them in every way possible. All but one. And the need to be touched to growing more each day. Your gentle care wasn’t enough anymore. Your sweet scent was overwhelming with their heightened senses, your skin soft and warm.

“So beautiful” The first solider watched you carefully as you brushed your damp hair, water droplets clinging to your body from your shower. He could smell your arousal, they heard the way you tried to muffle your moans while you showered, your hand between your legs, playing with yourself, thinking of him. Them. 

“Come with me” Before you could ask him what he needed, he took you hand, leading you down the hall. “Now” 

You clutch onto your towel, your heart racing as they stood around the room, eyes burning into your half naked form. 

“Take care of us darling just like you always do”

“H-how?”

“Make us feel good” He cupped your face, his lips tugging at your pouty bottom lip. “It hurts” He takes your hand, guiding it down to his thick boner and you can’t help but grasp it, your body acting on its own. “Make it go away malyshka”

You swallow thickly, trembling, you could feel your slick sticky between your thighs. 

“I-how?” 

He coos at your innocence, your doe eyes lost as you gaze up at him. 

“You don’t have to do anything котенок” He reassures you, “Lay down for us”

You’re laid out in the floor, your towel thrown off, your heart racing as they stood around you, admiring the pretty angel that took care of every need they ever had. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs in anticipation, hearing the unzipping and removal of tactical gear, identical gorgeous bodies surrounding you. You watch their hands stroke their thick cocks slowly, the room filling with low groans, eyes raking up and down your body. 

“Open”

You gasp, as one drops to his knees to push his cock into your mouth while the other spreads your legs apart, his lips sealed onto your clit. All you can do is moan and cry on the floor as they take turns pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your exhausted body, using your mouth while each taking their time tasting you. 

“So wet darling”

“Cum for us princess”

“So pretty dripping and crying on the floor”

“You belong to us”

“Sweet little cumdoll”

You can’t help but move your hand to play with your overstimulated clit as they stand above you, their cocks dripping, ready to claim you and mark you as theirs. You feel warm drops and ropes of cum spill onto your body, as they reach their climax together, ensuring there isn’t a single space of your skin left unmarked. You nearly sob as you reach your high again, your body warm and soaked with their cum dripping off every inch of your skin.

“We’re not done malyshka”

You gasp, when he licks the cum off your tummy before smashing his lips onto yours, letting you taste him. 

“Let us clean you up princess”

Their hard again within seconds, ready to wreck you all over again. Now that they had a taste, they wouldn’t be holding back. 

“Now we want to fill you”

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[rivnedell]

Wip Wednesday

Hello there ✨ As a Democratic vote of some friends has demanded a long time ago, I'm posting this little excerpt from the upcoming first Chapter of something I'm working on.

Actually my first ever series 😶 (I'm very new at writing, I'm doing my best, and English is not my first language, please excuse any mistake)

Excerpt of Relief Chapter I

Context : Reader recently became a Jedi Knight after being Obi-Wan's apprentice of over a decade. She's been granted a break from her Jedi assignments and missions as she was on her period, rather painful and immobilizing. She desperately needed something to relieve her, and maybe her former Master could help her..

WARNINGS : mention/description of menstruation pain

A/N : This man is getting me swooning and mad pretty much all the time..

“Can you help me to the bed, please ?” You winced under the pain, raising your face to him and you froze when you felt his icy, yet warm gaze on you.

A knot formed in your throat when you saw Obi-Wan’s lips slightly parting under his mustache, still perfectly in place despite the evident mess sleeping has caused to his hair, some strands hanging between both of your faces. A rush of heat washed over your entire being, adding to the warm pain that your stomach was already working on.

Familiar visions of Alderaan came to both of you as your faces were, again, so close you could feel his sleepy breath on your lips. You were trying to keep calm, but you couldn’t help your eyes glancing at his mouth. This mouth you have dreamed of making out again with for months..

Before you could blink your eyes Obi-Wan had taken your hand off his chest, gently lacing his fingers in yours, his other arm still carefully ringed around your back, his hand laid on the side of your waist. This proximity was killing you, it was actual torture to your heart, and to your already aching body.

“Yes, of course,” He nodded, “Come here,” And he helped you walk, guiding you to your bed.

He helped you sit carefully and laid on your back, letting a relief gasp, bringing your knees up. You felt him carefully place a pillow under your head and that made your heart hyperdrive-speed raced in your chest. Obi-Wan sat next to you, facing you, looking tenderly - and worried over you, slightly laying his right thigh next to you. You nestled a hand in the fold of his knee, gripping on the soft satin fabric of his large night pants. He laced again his fingers with yours, softly brushing his thumb on the back of your hand. You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily. Both pain from your periods, and being once again so close to him, but knowing you couldn't do anything about it at this moment, were putting you in agony.

“You would think that Master Yoda knew you needed to rest for days,” He said with a timid smile on his lips, trying to vanish the pain from your mind.

“He knows pretty much everything,” You chuckled before a new contraction brought a grin to your face.

“Shit-” You mouthed before bringing the back of your hand on your forehead, your fist firmly closed, like to hold on to something. “I don’t have any pills here,”

You were focusing on inhaling and exhaling at a normal pace when you felt Obi-Wan fingers gently brushing away from your hand to the side of your middle. The pain in your low stomach was now mixed with fluttering butterflies, and you felt a heat growing down in your body.

"Could we.. Do this again ? Please, Master. I want this again," You thought, carefully keeping your mind close for him not to read in.

“Maybe I can try something,” He said, looking tenderly at you, trailing his free hand from the bed sheets to your body, keeping your other hand on his leg.

Hope you liked it and I would be happy to add anyone in a tag list for this one !! ✨

I cannot thank enough my dear friends for encouraging me so much to post and write this. I love you ! ❤️

@thegreatwicked @chaotickimchi @viskarenvisla

[kabie-whump]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 7

Prompt: Bloodied knuckles / Wounded / “Is that blood?!”

“Whumpee…” Caretaker mumbles into their phone, squinting at the light-up clock on their nightstand. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“Hey, Caretaker. Yeah I know. I’m sorry. You just weren’t answering your door. Can you let me in?”

Caretaker sits up at that, wrapping their favorite blanket around their shoulders as they make their way out of their room and towards the door. “What do you mean? You’re at my place?”

Squinting out of the peephole, Caretaker can indeed see Whumpee standing there, dressed in only sweatpants and a black hoodie on a snowy night. Caretaker ends the call and opens the door.

“You idiot. Come inside right now.”

Whumpee’s hood is up, so Caretaker can’t see many of the details of their face, especially with their glasses still on the nightstand where they’d left them. Their face is scarily blank as they stumble inside, leaning heavily on the wall and just barely managing to kick off their soaked sneakers.

“Thanks, Caretaker. You’re the best,” Whumpee says, their words slurred.

Caretaker grabs their glasses as they lead Whumpee into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Then they busy themselves grabbing some clean towels down from the top shelf of their closet - pool towels, stuffed away for winter. Caretaker is in desprete need of doing laundry.

When they turn around and get a good look at Whumpee, they freeze.

“Look, it isn’t as bad as it-”

“Is that blood?!”

Whumpee blinks slowly before they shove their hands into their pockets, but Caretaker had already caught sight of their bruised and bloodied knuckles. “Probably…”

“Take your clothes off.”

Whumpee just stands there, not reacting. Caretaker closes in on them, not wasting time as they start trying to pull Whumpee’s hoodie off.

“Okay okay I’m doing it!” Whumpee groans, weakly shoving Caretaker away. “I can undress myself.”

Caretaker lets go of them with a sigh. Then they look down at their own hands.

Red.

“What happened?” Caretaker asks, their voice carefully even.

It takes too long but Whumpee finishes taking their hoodie off, leaving them in a white undershirt. It hadn’t been easy to see with the black fabric, but the blood stands out starkly now. There’s one spot in particular: a tear in the shirt where the surrounding material is absolutely soaked. Underneath, a glistening blackish-red wound.

“You’re hurt!”

“Huh?”

Whumpee looks down at themselves and they gasp. “Oh my god.”

Caretaker guides Whumpee to sit on the toilet, their hands shaking. They carefully pull Whumpee’s shirt up, revealing a shallow slash.

“Oh, shit,” Whumpee mumbles. “I didn’t… I didn’t know. It doesn’t hurt.”

Caretaker rushes to grab a clean towel and hold it tightly to the injury. “Hold this here. Tight.” Whumpee’s hand twitches but doesn’t take the towel. When Caretaker grabs onto their hand it’s icy cold. “Whumpee what the fuck?” they growl.

“You shoulda seen the other guy…” Whumpee sways slightly and Caretaker catches them awkwardly with their shoulder. 

“I think you’re going into shock or something. Just… hold on, okay? I’m gonna call for help.”

[otome-obsessions]

One Day and One Night - [Victor x Kate]

Prologue (🌞) | Chapter 1 (🌞) | Chapter 1.5 (🌞) | Chapter 2 (🌞) | Chapter 2.5 (🌞) | Chapter 3 (🌞) | Chapter 4 (🌚) | Chapter 5 (🌞)

Chapter 3 - Kate

WC: 2536 TW: Predator/Prey, Fear Play, Chase Scene (no explicit spice yet)

Our lips collide before I even have time to process that Victor had closed the space between us. My hands are trapped against his chest as his fingers tangle themselves in my hair, making any distance between us impossible to achieve. A shuddering whimper escapes me as he nips at my lower lip, and his tongue instantly chases mine.

Every kiss I’d received from Victor had been chaste. A peck on the back of my hand or a short caress to my forehead, but this? Can I even call this a kiss when we were so close, so fiercely bound together that my every breath was captured and fed back to me through his lips? 

I begin to become lightheaded as our lips and tongues continue their battle, and I wrap my arms around Victor’s neck just to have something to hold on to. It’s then that he breaks the kiss, leaving me panting and disoriented.

The hand in my hair smoothes out the tangles he’s made and moves down to support my waist. His other hand firmly grips my chin, and as my gaze refocuses all I can see are his feral eyes consuming me. 

I’m left breathless and frozen in his grasp as that cool terror settles over me again. Yet, it feels different. Less like a smothering, instinctive dread and more like an icy hand gripping my throat and tracing shivers down my spine.

Victor: “Thank you, Kate.”

Kate: “Hm?”

Though my eyes have refocused, my mind still lags behind. I heard the words he’d said, but I can't grasp their meaning as I stare at his lips. Victor chuckles, low and dark, at my confusion, but he doesn’t explain or repeat himself. 

Victor: “What say we play a game, my little robin.”

Victor firmly presses his thumb against my lips. It’s like a bucket of cold water is thrown over me as my focus becomes sharply tuned to his voice. I shiver at every syllable that passes through his lips. 

Victor: “We’ll play a round of hide and seek within these castle walls. I’ll give you five minutes to find your hiding place. If I find you within thirty minutes thereafter, I’ll claim my prize… Thoroughly.”

Kate: “What happens if I win?”

His responding laugh is so monstrously wicked I would have shrunken in on myself if not for his hand at my waist. He laughs as if I’d said something adorable. As if his victory was a foregone conclusion. Yet I can’t bring myself to be upset. I mean… Was he wrong to assume he’d prove his namesake?

After his laughter ends, his hand leaves my chin to caress my shoulder, slowly moving down my arm and leaving a trail of goosebumps. He lets the silence in the air tease me as his fingers lightly grip my wrist, his thumb now digging into the frantic pulse at the base of my palm.

Victor: “If my beloved songbird manages to evade me, when I finally find her I’ll devour her so gently she can’t help but sing for more.”

Kate: “So I’ll be devoured either way?”

Victor: “Oh, of course.”

(That just isn’t fair. How can you say that with such a cheerful smile?)

Victor: “That voice inside you telling you that I’m dangerous, that you need to run, well I want you to listen to it. Fight me, Kate. Listen to the animal inside and fend me off however your instinct guides you, because I will be hunting you as my instinct guides me.”

Still holding my wrist Victor spins us together in a mad imitation of a dance. My wooden legs follow his lead as he twirls me to face away from him, and I’m met with the vast space of the castle, lit only by the early moonlight shining through the windows. Has Crown castle always felt so large? So foreboding? Or is it just the whisper of darkness at the nape  of my neck?

Victor leans into me as he croons his next words into my ear, and I can hardly breathe for the need I have to escape him.

Victor: “If ever you feel truly threatened, deny my kiss, and I’ll set you free. Otherwise, I will have all of you tonight, Kate. In any and every way that I please.”

His lips glance across my ear as full body tremors grip me. My heart is racing, my muscles coiled and poised to spring away, but it’s as if I'm no longer the master of my own body. That cornered, frightened animal in me waits for something. For some moment of reprieve from this immense pressure at my back. 

And then, the Grim Reaper finally releases me from his loving grasp. His palm connects to the space between my shoulder blades, and he gives me a gentle push, releasing the shackles binding my legs with one word:

Run.

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At first, my flight is mindlessly driven by instinct just as Victor commanded. I hardly take in my surroundings as I desperately put as much distance between me and my shadowy lover as my legs can manage. The pump of blood through my body thumps in my ears until I round a corner, bump into the wall, and send a painting tumbling to the ground. 

I stand frozen as I realize the trail I was leaving behind was obvious. No wonder Victor assumed he would win with the state I’m in… 

(If he wants a fight, he’ll bloody well get one.)

With that thought my heart calms a bit and my mind starts to work past my fear. I continue running through the halls but with purpose. I climb a flight of stairs, knock a few more paintings askew, and open a number of doors to make a false trail. I even try to dig in my heels to leave a clear path in the carpet. Though I want to be more elaborate, I can feel that time is short, so I double back the way I came and look for a hiding spot Victor wouldn’t suspect. 

Then it hits me. 

I’m in the same wing as Alfons’ room. Typically, I would never be caught dead in that place. Especially not if I wanted to feel safe.

I don’t give myself any time to second guess my decision as I push my legs to carry me the last mile. When I arrive at Alfons’ room, I release a relieved breath when I find the door unlocked. I carefully open it and look for our resident hedonist’s bed. 

(It’s a bit cliche, but I can hide underneath. Thirty minutes might feel like forever, but surely Victor won’t look for me here. Unless…)

Unless he does. Unless that strange, primordial instinct of his leads him straight to me despite all my efforts. 

Fight me, Kate.

Even though my limbs are shaking with exertion, I steel my resolve. If Victor does find me, I’ll be sure to have a plan he won’t expect.

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Victor

Perhaps I should have been more generous with her. Five minutes may feel like an eternity at present, but it truly isn’t much time to effectively flee. Not from a man like me, anyway.

Through my work I’d developed a consistent and accurate sense of time, but I pull a pocket watch from my vest all the same. Fair or not, she won’t get a second more than what the rules require.

I focus on the quiet ticking of the clock and try to match my heartbeat with its measured rhythm. My heart had been pounding with anticipation from the moment Kate proclaimed herself mine. As much as I want to run her down and fuck her senseless in the halls of this castle, I also want to savor the chase for as long as it lasts.

I feel another chuckle escape me as I run my hand through my hair, this one more coarse than the last. I am once again torn between two wants, but, to my great fortune, I can easily achieve both by the time the sun interrupts our dark waltz.

The final second ticks away, and I return my accessory to my vest pocket. With a deep breath, I start off after my lustrous lover with languid, prowling footsteps. 

The remnants of her flight lead me through a curious array of locales. Her initial direction went past the kitchen where we’d started our day. A corner she seems to have rounded in frantic haste led straight to the ballroom where we’d played the piano together. She’d even climbed the stairs we’d happily descended only hours before. 

My beloved girl is taking me on quite the tour, and all these places were that much more beautiful with the ghostly memories of the day lit up with moonlight. Could I be blamed for taking my time? For savoring what we both knew was an inevitable victory? It’s obvious that my Kate wants to be caught. Even in the midst of the frightened mania I’d induced she still seeks me out on instinct. 

(Poor, lovely, greedy thing. Are you so determined to taste my hunger for you?)

Eventually, I notice that Kate’s flight becomes more artificial. Where the first displaced painting was knocked down in an accidental collision, the resulting trail of carnage is demonstrably manufactured. I take in the doors she left askew and the divots in the carpet that are too deep to be genuine, and I’m impressed by her mettle. 

While the execution is elementary, the concept is sound. If not for one glaring oversight, a less experienced pursuer may have been thrown off. It occurs to me that when I have time, I might explore the possibility of training my girl in rudimentary espionage. 

Future plans aside, I follow the true trail Kate left behind to a location that genuinely surprises me. A vicious spike of jealousy is immediately chased by amusement at the thought of her choosing Alfons’ room of all places. I certainly wouldn’t have checked here first.

I allow my footsteps to heavily thump against the floor as I approach Alfons’ door. A gentleman should always announce his presence before meeting with his lady, after all.

I open the door slowly to take in the scene before me. The room is darker than the hallway by virtue of the curtains drawn across the window, but even still I notice a hint of simple lace peeking out of the wardrobe. I slowly approach it with a small smile on my face as my heart buzzes with barely leashed excitement, but when I open the door, I see only a dress mixed in with Alfons’ clothing.

Just as I realize my robin’s little trick, I’m plunged into complete darkness by what feels like a satiny fabric. A bedsheet, perhaps?

I can’t help the laugh that erupts from my lips nor the growling, bestial tone to it as the sound of heeled footsteps gives away Kate’s location. My bright little bird had tossed a bed sheet over my head from across the room to give herself a chance to dash behind me. 

However, as soon as her path crosses my back, I trap her upper arm in my hand, never bothering to remove the fabric obstructing my sight. 

Victor: “A clever trick, beloved, but not quite enough.”

I give her arm a squeeze and pull her closer to me, the heat of her body blending with the shuddering breaths of her fear. 

Intoxicating.

She valiantly tries to twist out my grasp only to predictably fail. In that moment I’m struck by how feeble her strength is, and, consequently, how careful I must be when indulging myself in her body. She trembles under the pressure of my presence before her sweet, breathy voice reaches my ears like a prayer.

Kate: “Vic, please..” I’m left frozen by that saccharine plea. What is she begging for? To end our game here and now and give ourselves over to this maddening desire? Or to release her so we can delight in the game of cat and mouse a while longer?

I don’t have time to devise the answer as my legs are tangled up in the bed sheet and pulled out from under me. My grip on my lover’s arm is broken as I stumble forward. I catch myself before I hit the ground, but I can hear and feel my girl’s presence growing distant to the sound of her running gait.

I’d told her to fight, and my Kate proved to be obedient not only to my desires but to her own instinct and reason. 

(Ahhh, what am I to do with you, Kate?)

This feeling she’d evoked within me is so raw, so electric, so good that I can hardly withstand it. 

I rise to my feet and pull the satin sheet from my head, eyes fixed on the door my Kate had left ajar. As I ready myself to end my pursuit, something catches my eye. Most of Alfons’ toys were respectfully hidden away with the exception of two items. I ran my finger along the sordid accessories before pocketing them with a grin that felt as if it would split my face in two. 

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Kate

(I did it! It worked!)

Part of me thought my plan only amounted to a childish prank, but somehow it worked! My heart pumps with proud excitement as I run away from Alfons’ room and the prowling hellhound I’d left wrapped up inside. 

Victor didn’t look as if he were hurt or even bothered by my little maneuver, but when I don’t hear any footsteps behind me, I start to feel concern creeping in. Surely the fall didn’t–

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

I see him round a corner like a wraith in the dark. His long legs covering a distance I could never achieve. His hair flowing behind him like midnight silk caught by the wind. 

He’s fierce and beautiful and powerful and I’m scrambling to get away before my heart’s even had time to recover from the sight of him. While my legs take me through the hallways of the castle, my mind finally grasps the reality of my situation. 

At the speed he’s capable of Victor could have caught me ten times over by now. 

(He isn’t chasing me… He’s herding me.)

It’s when I’m left staring down a dead end, my chest heaving from exhaustion, that Victor finally ends our game of hide and seek. His chest connects with my back, sending me to the floor. The collision knocks the wind from me, but his arm grips my waist as we fall, protecting me from the impact with the ground. One hand traps my arms against my back, and I feel his body weight settle on my legs.

His unoccupied hand traces the contour of my spine, and the moment I realize I’m trapped beneath him in my smallclothes with only the darkness and moonlight as our witnesses, I let out a whimpering moan that I hardly recognize as my own voice.

The game had ended, and now I know that the outcome was determined the moment I decided to accept the Grim Reaper’s game.

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[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

NGL but...

Since this month is MerMay (I was hoping to draw Mermaid!Mothra, but I'm running out of time 😭), I have a crazy idea running my mind...

P.S. This might be the most funniest (shittiest) Kongzilla fic IDK why I should pull this...🙃

So it starts here...

What if after Godzilla consumes a lot of Tiamat's radiation on her lair and after a battle between the icy grandma and the bald tyrant son-of-a-bitch together with Kong on his side and went home to his coliseum to sleep, he woke up the next day finding his lower half of his own body is replaced by Tiamat's other half of her body?!?!

Now I imagine himself struggling to get up, even destroying half of the human population and the buildings before he managed to reach the sea and swims deeper and guess what? HE FUCKING SWEARS FOR ABOUT WHOLE HOURS.

Tiamat's (and even Scylla's) spirit is seen laughing her (their) ass off because she believes that Tiamat's lair might have laid "a curse" on his act for handing over her lair and the radiation reserves, and an attempt murder yeeesh. Godzilla can't sense because they were dead duh.

Then Godzilla travels back to his old home and goes into one of the Hollow Earth's portal in order to stop this "abominational curse".

Once there, he met Suko while on a hunting trip looking for food. The little ape was flabbergast yet he even laughed at him before Godzilla threatens him to incinerate or his kind, so Suko reluctantly guides the King of the Monsters to the newly built place for the Great Apes where Kong - now King Kong - is their new leader.

Once there, Kong was shocked to see him in his "not so normal state". Most of the Apes are seen snickering while others cannot hold on their laughters, and a few were scared because of his past actions that happened during the war of his and Skar King's history.

While even Kong cannot help but feel empathy of his former-enemy-turned-friend, he decided to seek Mothra out for help. He leaves his kind behind with only Suko and Shimo to guard them down while the two are travelling miles away.

There will be some scenes like Godzilla 'trips' himself right in front of Kong's chest, and Kong was like "WTF bro?! Why're you looking at me?!"; the two eating from their meals they had just hunting down and when their hands touched one another from trying to get that food, they stared like few minutes before breaking their sight out; Kong soothing Godzilla down after having nightmares of his father's death from the MUTOs; both talking about their lives from worse to better; friendship stronger; Godzilla admiring the Hollow Earth and how Mothra had fully evolved into her Rebirth form; etc.

Slowburn Kongzilla was there...

As the two reached from the Iwi borders, Mothra appears to them in the crystal-like temple (Jia, Ilene Andrews, the Iwi Queen, Trapper and Bernie were there; and I cannot imagine about them were flabbergasted about Godzilla's sudden appearance). Godzilla was happy to see her, and Mothra reveals that Tiamat's power has something to do with his form changing. The only way to break out this abominational curse is to "profess your former enemy's self-hatred."

Well, Godzilla already knew that, he cannot but least he told Mothra that he loved her very much, and the moth half-jokingly tells him he is BISEXUAL, I swear Godzilla dislikes that because he is a STRAIGHT MAN, but Mothra knew it otherwise because she can read his mind.

So anyway, Godzilla leaves, but Kong and Mothra follows him. Then there will be arguments, and Godzilla finally had enough. He confessed his feelings for Kong, and Kong was stood still in silence, but he feared about the Queen of the Monsters and Defender of the Iwi Tribe will beat him. However, Mothra never shows anger, but was simply proud about regaining their friendship and allied one another, most of all, feelings~

So the two male Alphas held their hands each other, finally professing their love...and THEY KISS~

...And Godzilla woke up with a loud scream, finding himself back to his cozy 'bed'. Mothra was there cuddling to her husband and just woke up from his scream. Then the King checks himself and his body, only to find out he's back to his normal body. He is happy yet scared about that shit until his wife calms him down, saying it's just a dream and nothing else. Godzilla couldn't help but feels his guts wanted to vomit out butterflies all because he will NEVER EVER gonna accept the fact about his relationship to Kong...

When Mothra falls asleep, Godzilla couldn't help but feels something was off to his matters.

"...Maybe this dream wasn't so real after all...or Kong's not really bad too."

THAT'S ALL FOR KONGZILLA SHORT FIC. 🤫

@sassyassblog

[the-andromeda-effect]

25

Chapter 24

Sometimes the worst prisons are in our own minds....

Caliban set his coffee cup down on the nightstand, and picked up his phone.  He had an idea that might help Adira to relax and feel more comfortable.  Scanning his thumb to unlock it, he turned his head to look over at his wife.  His. Wife.  He was coming to like the sound of it, even though right now it was just in his mind, more and more.  “How about we call your family to let them know that you’re really not dead?  I bet they’re devastated at what happened.  Hearing from you might help them feel better.”

Coffee spilled onto the nightstand as Adira’s cup clattered down hard.  Her breath was coming hard and fast, her heart trying to escape her ribcage as she all but launched herself across the bed to grab and throw Caliban’s phone across the room, where it hit the door with a loud thud.  “NO!”  She grabbed his shoulders and looked in his eyes, barely holding onto control of herself.  “NO!  You can’t. They can’t know.  They can’t ever know.  You can’t tell them, ever.  Promise.  Promise you’ll never say a word, not even a hint, especially to my father.  I’m dead.  I have to be dead.  Always dead.  DEAD.  Do you hear me?  Promise me!  Promise me, Caliban!  I’m dead!”  

Adira’s eyes were wild, she was hyperventilating, and tears were streaming down her face. Just the thought of her family, especially her father, finding out that she was alive sent her into the icy grips of terror and panic.  Memories assailed her as she warred with the urge to get up and flee from the room, no thought to where she would go, or what that would accomplish.

Even though they were sitting in the middle of a king size bed, Adira most resembled a frightened animal that had been backed into a corner by a lethal predator.  Why?  That, Caliban did not know, but her grip on his shoulders was so tight that he was quite sure that her short nails were drawing blood.  The woman who had been ready to die rather than go with him in the basement was no in such a frenetic state he wasn’t sure what the best way to handle her was.

In shock, Caliban continued for a moment to simply stare into her eyes, her pupils blown wide in terror as he tried to figure out how to react without making things worse.  This was a reaction that he had not in any way anticipated.  Trying to help her feel more relaxed had backfired in the most spectacular way imaginable.  Day three of a married man, and so far this one was going as sideways as the previous ones, three for three.  At some point they had to start getting better.  He really did want her to calm down, lest one of her guards or Theron decide to sedate him and whisk her off somewhere.

Gently he took hold of her arms finally, his hands running gently over them to try and calm her.  His eyes kept on hers while he breathed deep and calm in hopes she would match him.  “Adira, my love, calm down.  Breathe with me, darling.”  He kept his voice quiet and soft.  He took deep breaths with her to try and help her calm, gently pulling her towards him so he could hold her until she was calm enough for him to find out more.  Thankfully her grip on his shoulders lessened and she started to let him guide her and come out of her blind panic.

Before he could say more, both Lars and Marcin threw open the door to the room and were in the doorway looking confused and concerned.  “Hey, uh, boss, uh, and, uh, Adira.” Lars started, then paused as he looked around the room for whatever threat had caused the commotion they’d heard from below, “we, uh, heard something hit the door, then it sounded like Adira yelling or screaming.  Is, uh, everything okay up here?”  His eyes were studying the scene before him, and he wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could tell Adira was terrified, and Caliban looked utterly confused.  This wasn’t good. What had happened?

“Adira was just about to tell me why we are never going to let her family know she is alive.  Weren’t you, sweetheart?”  Gently Caliban maneuvered her to be sitting next to him with his arm around her, pulling close against him. His free hand took one of hers, the thumb softly caressing the back of her hand.  “I made a bad suggestion, and what you heard was the response.  Unfortunately, I still have quite a bit to learn about my new bride.”  He clarified without taking his eyes off Adira who was trembling and now had a death grip on his hand with both of hers.

All she could do was nod and swallow, clinging to Caliban like he was her tie to life and sanity. “I’m sorry…”  It came out not much louder than a whisper, and Adira felt her husband pull her tighter against him and murmur some kind of reassurance.  All she could really hear though was the rushing of blood in her own ears.  The thought of her father finding out she was alive, and where she was, had so terrified her that she was having trouble calming back down from it.  The feel of Caliban’s lips against her temple caused her eyes to close and a couple of deep breaths to fill her lungs, she could do this. 

“My father knows what life was like for me,” finally she stuttered out then paused, taking several more deep breaths, “I tried to run away once, to go home.  When he found me, he beat me even more than…Mir…Mircea..and drug me back still bleeding.”  Adira’s whole body shook as she started to cry.  Memories assailed her as she began to recount all the times that her father had added onto whatever “punishment” that Mircea had thought she had earned.  Then there were the times that her father felt disrespected and took his anger out on her.  Or the times that he thought he saw her do something that disrespected Mircea, but Mircea wasn’t around or didn’t see, so her father took it out on her.  If it hadn’t been for Caliban’s strong hold on her, the way he would run his hand over her arm or thumb over the back of her hand, and the soft kisses on her temple when she stumbled over words, she wasn’t sure she would have had the strength to keep going.  Knowing he was there supporting her somehow gave her the strength to face the nightmares of her past.

The whole time Adira was talking, the three men said nothing.  Caliban was trying to reassure and comfort her, while also trying to digest everything she was recounting to them.  It was painful to listen to all she had endured, so he could only imagine how hard it was for her to relive.  His mind was having a difficult time comprehending how a parent could inflict such abuse on their child, let alone condone what Mircea had done and add further to it.  He knew she wasn’t lying, but he was still struggling.  The one thing he kept focused on was making sure that she felt supported and cared for.  There was no missing how hard it was for her to talk, and he didn’t mind being her rock to lean on for it.

More than once Lars and Marcin looked at each other as they listened.  Both men had worked for Caliban for some time and had carried out operations for him.  They might have inflicted the type of abuse that Adira was recounting upon men, but never women.  They knew few in their sphere of influence who would, even if the woman had done something to cause them great harm in one way or another.  Even death was brought more swiftly and painlessly to women.  It was the way that things had always been done, so to hear her speak of her father backing Mircea and being just as brutal, it was uncharted territory for both of them.  While Caliban currently just looked stunned, they had a feeling that when he had properly digested all she was saying that he would have much to say on this, and probably some actions that he desired to take.

When she had finished, the three men looked at each other, matching expressions of rage burned in their eyes, but they remained silent.  Caliban was the first one to speak.  His calm voice belied how enraged he was at all he had heard.  Now was not the time for that, that would come later.  “Lars, would you please get Adira some water?  Also, bring me the first aid kit from the supply room off of the kitchen?   I need to rewrap her hand.  Then, if you gentleman will please leave us, I think my wife needs some peace to fully calm back after the upset that I caused her.”

Lars nodded then headed towards the stairs to get what Caliban asked for.  Marcin stepped into the room to grab Caliban’s phone that was on the floor, and place it on the dresser, then mirrored Lars’ movements.  Neither man particularly wanted to remain, they had no idea what to say or how to respond without it being awkward.  Best to leave things to Caliban until it was needed that they do otherwise.

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[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY Winter Tales

May the Power Protect You

Ozma struggled to his feet as he crawled through the mud.

Salem: It's over, Ozma. You and your precious warriors have failed. Why don't you just accept your defeat and stop prolonging your suffering?

Ozma continued crawling, desperate to get away from Salem. She looked over him and shook her head. His self-righteous streak was admirable, yet infuriating. She took a few steps and grabbed her spear, stamping onto him. Raising it high, she plunged it sharply into his back. A visceral scream escaped his mouth. Blood seeped out from his back and deep into the mud, his breathing became weaker and his vision was fading. With the little strength he had, he clasped his hands together and uttered a spell.

Ozma: I call upon you... *coughs violently* the power of the Ancients... *coughs violently* guide my hand so that I may find someone worthy to carry on the legacy of the Rangers... go with my blessing and may the Power protect you....

Faint lights of the colours red, white, black and yellow appeared from his hands and scattered up into the sky. With one last smile, Ozma succumbed to his wounds and died.

[Remnant 207 M.A.]

Ruby walked beside Blake as they were returning home from shopping. Throughout the journey, Ruby was holding onto Blake's arm to stabilise herself on the slippery, icy pavement.

Blake: Ruby, you should've put on your new boots.

Ruby: I didn't want the ice to wreck them.

Blake: You sure you didn't want an excuse to grab onto my arm.

Ruby: Wha-? No! I- *mad blushing*

Blake: *small chuckle* Relax, I'm just teasing you.

Ruby: Hmmmmph! J-Just keep walking!

Blake and Ruby made it to the Rose-Xiao Long house and gave each other short hugs before they were about to go their separate ways.

Ruby: B-Blake, wait! Um... do you- uh. *shuffles foot*

Blake: Yes, Ruby?

Ruby: D-Do you, uh... *sighs* never mind, I'll see you tomorrow.

Ruby opened the door and was greeted by the grinning faces of her parents, Taiyang and Summer, and half-sister, Yang.

Yang: So??? Give me the good news!

Ruby: ...I didn't ask her out.

Tai: Aww, sweetie. Come here. *hugs Ruby*

Ruby: I just froze up again... Blake will never go for me.

Yang: Hey don't say that. Listen, Ruby, you're a great girl. You're cute, smart, funny and no one has as much enthusiasm for ancient Remnant weapons as much as you do. Blake's bound to get a kick out of that as a history geek herself.

Ruby: *giggles*

Yang: Don't be too hard on yourself. Everyone gets nervous.

Tai: Yang's right, sweetheart. Lord knows how much of a wreck I was before I asked out your mom.

Summer: Oh he's not kidding, it's quite the tale. Come on over, the Shepherd's pie is getting cold.

Ruby: Thanks everyone. You really know how to help out.

They sat together for a warm, delicious meal. With one bite, Ruby hummed as she felt the troubles of her day melt away. After they had finished, they all gathered around the TV to watch the latest news. Several UFOs had been sighted all across Remnant.

Ruby: You really think aliens are out there?

Yang: *shrugs* Who knows? Though if they did exist, I'll challenge them to race with my trusty Flamethrower. Spaceship vs motorcycle!

Ruby: *rolls eyes* Of course you would.

Ruby decided to leave the living room for a while in order to put away the shopping she had bought. As she walked upstairs, she saw a faint, glowing red light from the corner of her bedroom door. She felt a lump in her throat and her heartbeat started racing. Slowly, Ruby crept forward and reached out her hand against the door. A gentle push followed and she dropped the bags. Sitting on her bed was a bright red, watch-like device, with a rose emblem at the center.

Ruby: ...What the hell? *slowly takes the device*

Device: *humming sound* Now accessing Morphing Grid. Match in progress. *whirring* Match complete. Subject is matched with The Power of Roses. Red Ranger confirmed.

[makoodles]

I am dutifully waiting for whatever your beautiful brain is cooking up❤️ ( I am on my hands and knees mommy can I please have a sneak peak, just a sip, please I am so thirsty)

rahhhh okay okay this is the second request i got for a sneak peek for the daddy kink price fic, and i am in a giving mood

(if you have daddy kink price headcanons/thirsts plssss send them my way, because they help get me in the headspace for writing 👀)

sneak peek below!

That gets another bark of laughter out of Price, and he slaps a hand down onto your knee. The contact makes you jolt, eyes widening, but Price’s hand doesn’t shift. His palm is so large, spread across your thigh as his fingers curl over your knee. The touch feels almost scorching even through the thick fabric of your trousers.

All of a sudden, your tongue feels very thick in your mouth. The hand on your knee is not in any way suggestive; it’s chaste, innocent, just resting there like a reminder that he wants your attention on him (as if it could be anywhere else). But your nerves are jangling all of a sudden, every one of your senses straining towards him as you hold your breath.

“The hat isn’t the problem,” Price mutters, though you barely hear him. “I wanted to ask you about something else you said, love. Something you said about your father.”

That has some of the heat in your veins cooling, your eyes blowing wide. “I– what?”

To your bewilderment, Price’s cheeks have reddened beneath the whiskers of his beard and moustache. Despite his clear chagrin, he doesn’t break eye contact with you, his thick fingers squeezing cautiously around your knee. 

“Don’t mean to overstep,” He assures you quietly. “And– and don’t mind me if I’m talkin’ nonsense. But I know that you’ve been working so hard, and you’ve got a tough job. Can’t be easy. And I just wanted to say that if you'd like some… guidance – someone to steer you in the right path, that is– well, that I’m here if you ever want to talk."

Oh god. You feel your mouth go dry. 

It’s funny, because even though Price isn’t even yet forty, he’s always seemed so much older. Maybe it’s the weight of the responsibility that he carries on his shoulders, or the battle-hardened icy blue eyes, or the paternal sense of protectiveness that he shows over his team. He’s always been like an almost father figure for the squad, regardless of age; you’ve seen the way he’s so protective over Ghost, the way he claps Soap on the back or shoulders in praise to boost him up, the way he beams with pride when Farah excels, the way he always makes time to guide or give advice to Gaz.

It’s sweet. He’s always been sweet, so aware of the personalities on his team, even when he’s acting like that typical military authority figure. 

"Sounds like you want to be my daddy." You mean to say it in a derogatory fashion, laughing as though it's ridiculous, though when it comes out you can hear that it’s missing some of the sarcasm you had intended.

Price reacts instantly. He reels back, eyes widening, the pink in his cheeks flares into a deep red flush, and you see his chest heave as his breath catches. You hadn’t been expecting a reaction like this; Price looks as though the words have hit him physically.

“Jesus. That’s not–” He says, and the gravelly hoarseness in his voice lands like a shock. “That’s not what I meant.”

There’s a moment of charged silence. Fuck, what have you done? Why would you say that? Why would you say that, to the captain of your task force? Hadn’t you embarrassed yourself enough in front of him the day you had had your silly little meltdown? It’s like you just can’t keep your damn mouth shut around him, like your brain turns to mush the second he looks at you and you just lose the run of yourself.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt. “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know what– I didn’t mean it.”

The next silence is even worse than the last, tension humming between you like a live wire. He’s so close to you that his scent fills your nose – a blend of sweet cigar smoke, sharp gunpowder, and a heady masculine musk. You feel so fucking stupid, and more than a little panicked. You don’t think you could survive the humiliation of having to call Laswell and beg for a reassignment twice in one day just because you’ve completely humiliated yourself in front of the Captain again.

Price swallows, the sound painfully loud in the silence.

“Right.” He says slowly, before coughing roughly to clear his throat. “Mm. ‘Course. I didn’t mean to– perhaps I overstepped. Since you mentioned your father–”

“I don’t want to talk about my father.” You say swiftly.

God, you feel like your issues are out on display with a big damn spotlight. You feel so pathetic, so damn pitiful, as though your desperate need for approval and affection from an older male authority figure is written across your forehead.

But if your issues are on display, then so are Price’s, because you can’t help but notice that the vibrant red flush on his cheeks hasn’t faded. If anything, that deep flush has spread down his throat and over his chest; you can see how the skin that’s stretched over his pectoral muscles is glowing crimson beneath his shirt.

A niggling boldness begins to creep in, and you find yourself straightening on the couch. You turn, bring one of your legs up on the couch so that you can turn your whole body towards him, one of your elbows resting on the back cushion of the couch. 

Price’s eyes sharpen when your body turns towards him, and his body draws tense. Those cool blue eyes dart over you, and you’re surprised to see heat in them despite your oversized purple jumper and wool trousers. The whisper of his fatigues brushing against the fabric of your own trousers is both a distraction and an invitation, your thighs sliding surreptitiously against each other.

“What if I did mean it?” You blurt out before your courage can flee you.

Price goes so still it looks preternatural, even the breaths in his chest slowing. 

“Kid.” He says, and it sounds like a warning.

You don’t heed it, adjusting yourself so that you’re shuffling closer yet again. You don’t think you’ve ever been so close to him, his scent and his body and his heated gaze filling up your consciousness until he’s all that you’re aware of.

“What if I meant it?” You ask again, the whisper coming out low but charged. 

Price takes a breath that sounds like a groan, and it surprises you. You hadn’t expected that reaction; it sends a trickle of heated desire running down your spine, and you’re startled by how much you want him in this moment.

“D’you know what you’re asking for?” He asks, the gravel in his voice flooding wet heat between your legs. 

His carefully laced words linger in the space between you, daring you to accept, to shred the formal boundary that looms between the two of you. You get the sense that you’re walking a thin line here, that you’re getting close to the point of no return.

[petalsthefish]

Chapter 16: The Druids (Lily’s POV)

The druid encampment lay nestled in a tranquil valley, shielded from the dangers of dragon territory, their path guided solely by James' remarkable sense of direction. Despite his assurances, they strayed off course twice, prompting Marlene's frustrated outbursts to steer them back on track. Lily's initial excitement, evidenced by the bouquet of flowers she had collected, dwindled as they pressed onward, passing James' water flask between them to quench their thirst. As the sun dipped below the horizon, a chill settled in the air, causing goosebumps to rise on Lily's skin.

"We're almost there," James reassured her, noticing her fatigue evident in her third yawn within twenty paces. "We'll need to stay with the druids tonight, I have a friend there who will help us."

"The whole night?" Lily blinked wearily. "James, I can't afford to delay—my mother's life is on the line."

"We are well aware that Ruber is behind us," James said calmly, "so we can spare a few hours. Marlene insists you look on the verge of collapse."

Marlene's cry from above echoed, earning a glare from Lily as she glanced up at the elegant falcon. “Alright– but only because I'm hoping that dragon killed Ruber for us.”

That was our Great-Aunt Hilda, Remus interjected with a snort. Based on our last Hatch Day, she's probably got them all roasted on a spit. 

Lily shivered as she glanced behind them, ensuring Ruber's iron men weren't in sight. “I hate to break it to you, Remus, but Ruber likely escaped before your aunt did.”

As they pressed forward, Lily's exhaustion began to weigh heavily on her, each step becoming a struggle against weariness. Unintentionally straying from the path behind James, she found her head drooping as she fought to remain awake and alert. The sun was going down, casting dark shadows everywhere she stepped. Suddenly, her foot slipped on loose ground, sending her tumbling. 

Her cries reverberated through the air as her hair whipped around her face. Lily's heart raced as she plunged into the abyss, her breath catching in her throat as she descended further. Swallowed by darkness, her screams were muffled, her hands scrabbling against a smooth stone wall in a frantic bid to halt her fall.

From above, cries of surprise from the wyverns mingled with Lily's own cries as she fought for a grip on the slick walls. With a sickening splash, she crashed into water below, the impact driving the air from her lungs as she struggled to stay afloat in the icy depths. Her clothes clung to her skin, the feeling unpleasant even after years of playing in the waves by the shore with her father. 

For a moment, panic threatened to overwhelm her, the darkness pressing in on all sides as she struggled to orient herself in the murky depths. But then, fueled by determination, Lily kicked against the water, propelling herself upward toward the faint light filtering down from above.

Her lungs burned with exertion as she broke through the surface, gasping for air as she clung to the rough stone walls of the well.

“Help me!” She screamed, “James!”

"Lily!" James's voice echoed down to her, filled with concern, as he called out her name, his words distorted by the distance between them.

“James!” Lily coughed, her voice strained. “I fell into a well!”

“Hold on!” James’s voice sounded distant, distorted by the echoes reverberating through the stone shaft.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept through the stagnant air within the well, caressing Lily's hair and whispering softly in her ear. She imagined it to be Aura, the wind spirit, serenading her with an unfamiliar melody from distant realms. The delicate spirit danced around her, playing with strands of her wet hair while Lily clung tightly to a rough protrusion on the well's wall.

“James!” She sobbed, looking up at the only light above, “Please get me out of here!”

There was no answer.

She felt her chest tighten, wondering if he’d left her for dead. 

As the cold water seeped into her bones, tears welled up in Lily's eyes. "I'm so frightened, Aura," she murmured, her voice trembling with fear. "Please, please tell James not to leave me. Please."

Lily!  Sirius' voice interrupted Aura’s reassuring touch on Lily’s cheek. James ran off, I think he left you behind. 

"What?" Lily gasped, disbelief washing over her. "He really left me?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she considered whether James had anticipated this turn of events all along, despite their shared experiences of the past day. Had he, after all this time, been waiting for one misstep to abandon her and pursue Excalibur alone with the falcon? Lily couldn't fathom it, no, she refused to believe it.

Remus' head appeared, displacing Sirius' silhouette against the light from above as he shouted down to her, He didn’t abandon her, you fool, he went for help. 

“Oh Remus,” Lily nearly sighed with relief. "Thank goodness. Where’s he gone?"

The druid camp is nearby, Remus informed her, his voice carrying reassurance amidst the darkness. James says they'll be able to help, since he's useless. 

"He's blind, not useless, Remus," Lily snapped, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

He said it himself, Remus retorted, his words echoing in the chilly air, not me. 

“Is Marlene with James?” Lily sought confirmation, her voice quivering with a mix of hope and anxiety.

Yes, the falcon is with him, Remus confirmed.

Lily leaned her head back into the water, feeling the cold seep deeper into her bones as tears continued to stream down her face. “Merlin, I hope they hurry.”

In the depths of the well, darkness engulfed them as the sun vanished beyond the horizon, leaving Lily in total obscurity. Shivers wracked her entire body uncontrollably, and she imagined her hands turning a shade of blue, if only she could see them. Warm tears mingled with the frigid water, tracing cold paths down her cheeks. She had to have been in the water for a while now.

James still hadn't come back for her.

What if he never did? 

“I say, Lily, what's the matter?” Sirius' voice broke through the silence, laced with genuine concern.

“I’m scared,” Lily confessed, her words heavy with fear. She had never felt more isolated, even with the comforting presence of the wyverns above her. “I’m cold. I’m tired. Until now, I’ve never strayed far from my family's farm. I've always had warm meals, clean clothes, and a bed to sleep in. But now, my mother is being held captive, and I find myself trapped in a well in druid territory after narrowly escaping being a dragon's meal. I just wanted to be a knight, but I can’t even walk in a straight line without falling into a well!”

Her voice cracked as she poured out her pent-up emotions, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her like a heavy burden. She felt as though she might sink, letting the water engulf her. Her father would be so disappointed if he saw her now, crying like a child at the bottom of a well. 

So much for being a lioness. 

It's okay to be scared, Remus' voice echoed off the well. Look at Sirius, he's never been brave a day in his life.

Remus yelped, as if Sirius retaliated for that comment, before Sirius' smooth voice joined Lily at the bottom where the water swirled around her legs. If I can brave living with this lump on my neck for five hundred years, you can do anything Lily. 

Lily laughed though her tears, "have you two always bickered so terribly?"

"Lily!" James' voice echoed in the darkness, breaking through the cold silence just as Lily's nose started to blow bubbles in the chilly well water. 

"James!" Panic surged within her, but she managed to respond amidst the chattering of her teeth, "I'm here! Did you bring help?"

Suddenly, flames burst at the well's mouth, casting eerie shadows on the walls, and a woman's face appeared, illuminated by the flickering light, her features pale as moonlight. Taken aback, Lily fell back into the water, her red hair fanning around her as she stared up at this woman.

"Well, she's quite the sight, James," the woman remarked to her companion teasingly.

"Just toss her the rope, Mary," James urged, a note of urgency creeping into his voice, tension thick in the air. 

"Touchy," Mary teased, her tone light.

"Watch it, or I'll offer you to the wyverns," James retorted, his voice oddly calm, though Lily knew he didn't mean it.

"See, this is why you're still single," Mary teased James playfully before Lily saw something slender being tossed down into the darkness. Like a lifeline, Lily watched as the rope descended, its end splashing into the water at her left ear.

"Grab hold!" Mary called down urgently. "James and I will pull you up!"

Lily's heart surged with relief as she instinctively seized the rope, her grip firm as she readied herself to ascend from the frigid, murky depths of the well. Inch by inch, she ascended, the darkness gradually yielding to a dim light above. Her fingers stretched out eagerly, grasping for the swaying grass as she emerged, drenched and trembling.

Collapsed on the ground, her body shaking violently, Lily felt James drop his staff and kneel beside her in an instant. Though tears and water obscured her face, she sensed his concerned gaze searching for her. Another sob escaped her lips, a silent admission to the one person she wished didn't witness her vulnerability. James shook his head at the sound of her cry. 

"Oh Lily," His warm hands cupped her face, sending a soothing wave of heat through her freezing skin as he whispered, concern evident, "Are you hurt?"

“C-cold,” Lily managed to utter through chattering teeth, feeling the air's chill seep into her bones. "So cold." 

James' hands didn't leave her cheeks, he just held her, pressing his forehead to hers. "You scared the life out of me."

"Imagine how I felt." Lily's entire body was seizing up with every shiver. 

"Here," Mary, the woman who had thrown the rope, came into focus amidst the dimness. "Take my cloak, Lily." 

Lily glanced up just in time to see Mary gracefully unfasten a long emerald cloak from her slender frame. In that fleeting moment, Mary appeared to Lily as the embodiment of beauty, her fair features softened by the flickering light of the flames she held aloft on a stick. Her braided hair gleamed like spun gold, and her sapphire eyes shimmered with an intense luminosity even in the night's darkness.

With a gentle touch, Mary draped the cloak around Lily's quivering figure, nestling it securely around her shoulders. Instantly, the warmth of the garment enveloped Lily, offering a welcome relief from the bone-chilling cold of the well's depths.

"Th-thank you," Lily stammered, her voice trembling with gratitude as she wrapped the cloak tighter around herself. The soft fabric offered a small comfort amidst the turmoil surrounding her.

James released her face, rising with the support of his staff as he cleared his throat. "I'm so thankful you were easy to find tonight, Mary."

"You're going to owe me big time," Mary replied, a hint of jest in her tone as she assisted Lily in standing. "After this and leaving me to patch up our failed engagement, I have half a mind to demand your balls be chopped off for ceremonial reasons."

Lily was so cold and uncomfortable, she barely registered the conversation. 

"Failed engagement?" James raised an eyebrow, amusement mixed with confusion on his face, as he stood in between Lily and the beautiful woman. "I don't recall that."

Lily just stood there, shivering, as the wyverns wrapped their slim body around her, curling their tail like a snake. Their scales were impressively warm, and Sirius placed his head on hers, eyes gleaming in the firelight. Lily dug her hands into the warm underbelly, her entire body shivering. Marlene watched from nearby, her intelligent eyes not leaving Lily’s. 

She's freezing to death. Marlene screeched, but James didn't hear her because he was still arguing with Mary. 

"He's too busy flirting, Marley." Lily said under her breath to the bird. 

"Flirting?" James had caught wind of Lily's words at least and sounded offended, "Ew, Lily, I have self respect."

Mary shot Lily a pointed look with a hand on her hip. "Did you know my father tried to arrange a match between that idiot and me, and a day later he left without telling anyone just to avoid the possibility of marrying me?"

“F-failed to m-mention it.” Lily muttered, her breath choppy.

"To be fair," James interjected hastily, "they believed our marriage would fulfill some prophecy or religious nonsense."

“Is there a point to this?” Lily asked bluntly.

Mary frowned at Lily's less than enthused expression. "Oh dear, we're being terribly rude, James. She's barely standing. Let's get her to my tent for dry clothes."

Lily nodded weakly, still shivering, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks. "Please," she whispered, carrying the weight of exhaustion and fear in her voice.

James raised his staff, halting Mary in her tracks. "Wait, what about the wyverns?"

"What about them?" Lily furrowed her brow as the animal in question unraveled from Lily, both heads resting on either of her shoulders as if still trying to warm her. 

"They can't come back to camp," Mary interjected. "Magical creatures aren't welcome in druid society, unless they're part of rituals."

So dead, Sirius said, his eyes devoid of humor.

Remus showed his white teeth in Sirius' direction. You'd make a lovely stuffed head, Sirius.

"You two had better stay away from the camp," James directed towards the wyverns. "Just wait for us on the outskirts of the village."

Mary exchanged a peculiar glance with James, a silent understanding passing between them. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “You’re still talking to animals, I see.”

“You’re still jealous, I take it?” James retorted.

Lily blinked in realization and turned to Mary. "You can't understand them?"

Mary faced Lily. "No, can you?"

"Lily has wild magic, like I do," James clarified, lowering his staff and wrapping an arm around Lily's waist for support. "Now, enough talking. Help me get her back to camp before the pookas come out."

"What the hell is a pooka?" Lily grimaced as she attempted to walk, her frozen joints protesting with each step.

"Nasty little beasts," Mary explained with a shudder. "They lure people into traps and then feast on their hearts right out of their chests."

“Lovely,” Lily remarked dryly.

"We tend to avoid nighttime travels around these parts," Mary continued, glancing up at Marlene circling overhead. "Luckily, your bird seems to be smart enough to recognize a pooka when she sees one."

Do pookas like wyverns? Remus inquired from behind the humans, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"You two have two hundred teeth between you," James commented, still holding tight onto Lily's side. "I think you can handle a creature a quarter of your size."

Two hundred teeth, Sirius remarked, swiping at the air with his tail and accidentally hitting James in the back of the head. How do you know? You can't even see us! 

"You know what, Mary?" James redirected his attention to the blonde beside him. "I take it back, you can have my magic."

"Why?" Mary asked, intrigued.

"Then you'd be stuck listening to those wyverns whine all the time, and I'd have peace and quiet," James muttered.

Mary chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

"Has he always been this grumpy?" Lily interjected, feeling the warmth returning to her toes as she regained her energy to speak.

"Oh, yes," Mary responded with a grin spreading across her red lips, "but he grows on you... like fungus on a tree stump."

James's tone carried a hint of irritation. "Lay off, Mary. You know you're just mad you didn't get to marry me."

"I pity the fool who does marry you," Mary shot back with ruthless precision.

Suddenly, up ahead, hundreds of fluffy white sheep were gathered under the starlit sky. A few people strolled among them, their outlines visible against the darkness, each holding a firestick, much like the one Mary held in her free hand.

"Now's the time to get lost," James instructed the wyverns sternly. "And keep your claws off the sheep."

That's cruel, Sirius remarked, a drool slipping from his mouth.

Unbelievably so, Remus concurred, though the wyverns obediently retreated and disappeared into the long grass.

“Please don’t kill them,” Lily begged, “they’re so cute.”

I’m cute too, Sirius snarled, but you aren’t begging the sheep not to eat me. 

Double standards, I tell you. Remus remarked casually. 

"Do you think they'll take a sheep out?" Mary queried James, her distrust evident.

"I do," James admitted. "But likely just one, and they'll probably lie about it later."

"Well," Mary sighed, her concern palpable, "as long as they don't harm any of the people."

"I don't think people are on their menu," Lily chimed in. "And they don't strike me as skilled hunters either, so your sheep are probably safe."

Hey! Remus hissed, making Lily laugh into James' arm. 

James jumped a bit when he felt her breath cover his skin, her nose brushing against his warm bicep. Lily looked up at him through her tangled wet hair, seeing he was a tad red in the cheeks. Her smile lifted even more widely as she purposely tucked her head into his shoulder. His hand tightened at her waist in response. 

If Mary noticed, she said nothing. Instead, she was watching the wyverns slink off into the dark without being spotted by anyone but a few sheep who ran in the opposite direction, startling some of the sheep dogs standing at attention. 

The sheep, mostly dozing, stirred occasionally as they traversed the landscape, guided by Mary's steady gait. Eventually, they arrived at a perimeter of stones enclosing a camp of white canvas tents. Arranged in concentric circles, the tents gradually decreased in size towards the center, leading them to a central bonfire where an elderly man sat cross-legged, his hand moving gracefully over the flames.

"Father, can you help my friend?" Mary's voice cut through the crackling fire, breaking the night's silence.

The man turned, his square-cut jaw framed by long black hair, and his piercing gaze first met Mary's, who held Lily tightly. By Lily's side stood James, his demeanor tense. Lily yawned, falling even more into James grasp as her knees wobbled. The air was cold, and she was still wet, it wasn’t getting any warmer…not even near the fire. 

"James?" the old man uncrossed his legs and rose, recognition flickering in his eyes. "Is that you?"

"Hello, Gregory," James greeted with a slight bow. "A pleasure to hear your voice again."

"Have you come to finally accept Mary's hand in marriage?" Gregory inquired, a hint of surprise softening his features, eyes fluttering to Lily warily. 

"No," James replied, a tinge of embarrassment coloring his tone, eliciting a small smile from Lily. "We were passing through, and my... my friend fell into one of your abandoned wells."

"She's freezing," Mary told her father, "and dead on her feet." 

Gregory turned his full attention to Lily, his blue eyes assessing her with concern. "I will gather some herbs. Mary, take her to your tent and help her change into dry clothing. James, please accompany me so we can...catch up."

Though James hesitated, he finally released his grip on Lily's waist and followed Gregory's lead. Marlene followed the boy, ever the loyal guide.

Meanwhile, Mary guided Lily slowly towards a tent on the left, offering her steady support every step of the way. The tent resembled the others closest to the fire, with a square shape and embroidered roses adorning the flaps.

As they stepped into the tent and Lily's eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized the druids lived with nothing but comfort in mind. Mary's abode was adorned with an array of rugs, animal skins, and plush fabric seats arranged for lounging. In the center of the room, a small fire crackled, sending tendrils of smoke spiraling upwards through a hole in the tent's roof. Lily noticed the scent of various herbs mingling in the air, carried by the smoke, causing her mind to feel pleasantly heavy with their soothing aroma.

“Sorry the fire’s low,” Mary told Lily as she sank into one of the two mattresses available, “I was actually on sheep watch with my dog, and lucky I was, because James would’ve taken longer to get into camp unnoticed by my father.”

“Is your father the–the one in charge?” Lily wasn’t sure what to call the man she’d met with the long dark hair.

"He is our king, for all intents and purposes," Mary explained, her voice carrying a sense of reverence as she tended to the fire, coaxing it to burn brighter with some sticks before crossing the tent to a wooden chest overflowing with fabrics. "The people choose our priest, as is customary, and the priest leads according to the laws of the druids."

As relief flooded Lily, she swiftly shed her tunic, the damp fabric sticking and pulling as she hastily removed it. Grimacing, she noted the bruises still marring her skin, remnants of Ruber's vicious assault. Mary gasped at the sight of the purplish marks scattered across Lily's body, her concern evident in her widened blue eyes.

"What happened to you?" Mary's voice trembled with worry. "James—he didn't give much detail, only mentioned you were traveling together."

"My farm was attacked," Lily explained, "James and I crossed paths incidentally."

She struggled to peel off her leggings, grappling with the stubborn fabric until she finally succeeded. However, halting at her shoes, she realized she needed to remove them first. Despite the slow and awkward process, Lily persisted, determined to rid herself of the soggy attire.

"Forgive me if I pry too much," Mary murmured, kneeling beside Lily and laying dry clothes beside her damp skin. "I rarely encounter new faces. Are there farms beyond dragon territory?"

Lily shook her head softly. "No," she answered. "Beyond dragon territory, there's mostly forest. It shifts into marshy lands where James resides. My home lies farther, at the border of the forest and the sea."

Mary nodded thoughtfully, her blue gaze contemplative. "So, James didn't cause those bruises?"

Lily shook her head vigorously. "No, he's been nothing but kind…if not a little prickly at first meeting."

"Sure, he can be a bit prickly," Marlene grinned, her eyes crinkling with amusement, "but he's as loyal as our sheepdogs, and incredibly sharp."

Lily hesitated, then asked, "Did you... want to marry him?"

"James?" Marlene chuckled and shook her head. "No, my father is just ambitious. He hoped James would lead alongside me if he could swing it."

“Why?” Lily inquired. “Because James has wild magic?”

Marlene nodded. “Exactly. It’s been decades since anyone in our tribe possessed wild magic. But before my time, there was supposedly another tribe not far from here. They were said to be witches with wild magic.”

Lily noted Mary's yearning for wild magic, detecting the envy in her tone. "You wish for wild magic." 

Mary, however, remained nonchalant. "Maybe with it, I could become the lead priest, liberating our community from the confines of religious chains and instead encouraging a new era."

Captivated by Mary's vision, Lily inquired with concern, "But must one possess wild magic to become a priest?"

Mary clarified, "Being a woman, I face insurmountable barriers to leadership. Wild magic might sway the elders to consider me, but as it stands, I'm dismissed as just a girl."

"Just a girl?" Lily scoffed. "I believe girls are just as resilient and capable of leading as boys."

Mary's smile waned as she gazed at Lily. "You were raised beyond the forest realm; surely girls elsewhere have more opportunities."

Lily shook her head. "Not all."

"But there are queens, witches, and priestesses," Mary countered. "Girls can aspire to anything!"

"Not everything," Lily murmured, combing her long red hair. "Not a knight."

Confusion flickered in Mary's eyes. "A knight? Is that your aspiration?"

"More than anything," Lily confessed. "But it seems–so far from my grasp lately."

Mary reached out, her golden hair shimmering in the light. "Any girl who endures as you have and embarks on quests through the forbidden forest deserves knighthood."

Grateful, Lily smiled. "And you deserve to lead, regardless of your sex."

"We both deserve our dreams," Mary affirmed. 

Lily reached for the dry set of clothes as Mary worked on braiding Lily’s hair back for her. The clothes matched Mary’s current attire, but were dark blue with pearled beads on the edges. Lily slid the skirt over her bare legs, relishing the feel of the wool against her skin. Once she pulled the blouse over her head, she realized it buttoned up at the back, so she turned to let Mary fasten it for her.

With Mary’s help, Lily settled back against the soft mattress, sighing deeply and closing her eyes. Mary moved around the tent, attending to tasks as they awaited the return of James and Mary’s father. The smoke from the fire, heavy with herbs, caused Lily to drift in and out of sleep, especially when Mary began to sing a sweet lullaby, soothing Lily into her dreams.

She stirred from her slumber, roused by James' nearby voice. Opening one eye, she noticed the fire had dimmed once more. Mary lay on a mattress across the room, with James standing guard in front where the wind kept knocking the flaps of the tent back and forth. He leaned on his staff, his gaze directed generally towards Lily, though she knew he couldn't see her. His voice, as soft as Mary's singing, lulled her in and out of sleep.

"He wasn't too upset about me leaving without explanation," James's voice carried a weary tone, "but we've been advised to depart by sunrise."

"That's the consequence of breaking his precious daughter's heart," Mary remarked playfully.

"Oh, absolutely," James retorted, nudging Mary's shoulder with his staff, "you seem utterly devastated."

Mary giggled, pushing his staff away. "Go on, get some sleep, I'll keep watch over her."

Lily closed her eyes, drifting back into a sleep, as if the herbs in the air induced a coma like sleep. She wondered how Mary wasn’t half asleep as well. Lily took in a deep breath and then let it out, the sigh releasing some of the tension in her shoulders. The sheep skin she was on was the softest thing ever, and she hadn’t felt so safe in days. 

"What are your thoughts on her?" James suddenly asked Mary.

"I think whoever inflicted those bruises on her deserves a few," Mary's voice dripped with disdain.

James's voice wavered for a moment like Mary had shocked him, "What bruises?"

"She's covered in bruises, from head to toe," Mary explained matter-of-factly. "I noticed them when she changed. She mentioned someone did it to her back home, during an attack on her farm. Do you know who it was?"

James fell silent for a moment before responding solemnly, "Yes, I do. And if I ever come across him again, he'll pay dearly for his actions."

Mary perked up at his protective tone, “wait, what do you think of her?”

“G’night Mary," James began to walk quickly out of the tent flaps, disappointing Lily.

“Come back here!” Mary hissed after him. “Coward!”

Lily decided she really liked Mary.

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November Prompt 24: Happy Ending

Words: 1.1k | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Autumn is fleeting. You can feel it in the way the deep winds whip over your soft features while leaning against the railing of the Astronomy Tower and in the way graduation lingers like a heavy burden in your mind. With the nights growing colder and finals underway, you’d made it a habit to meet Draco here at least three times a week instead of each night.

Tonight, his heavy footsteps guide you back under the cover of the deck, only to see him standing at the entrance with an arm full of blankets.

“An extension charm might have helped,” you giggle as your lazy steps bring you towards him.

“Never been one for charms really,” he huffs as you help him lie the blankets across the floor for another cold night of stargazing.

Soon enough, you find yourself curled against Draco’s warm body, tracing the curvature of his sharp features with soft doe eyes. His chest puffs up and down rhythmically against the palm of your hand. His heartbeat is steady against it too. With graduation only a couple seasons away, this is what you’re afraid of losing the most.

About a week into meeting Draco here, you two had talked about the future. You’d discussed goals after school, your thoughts on family, and even attempting to keep in touch with friends to keep the balance of things that would otherwise fall to the wayside during everyday life as an adult, a time when things like finals will be the least of your worries.

However, in this moment, the week of finals has been stressful, but the weeks before were more grueling. Between it all, you and your closest friends, Solora, Harry, Hermione and Ron had decided to apply for your most wanted job just two weeks prior to testing. Jokingly, you’d placed the parchment application in your sandy owl’s beak and hoped for nothing. A writing position at The Daily Prophet you’d dreamed of since you were a girl, though you’d lost hope in it the older you got, and now, you have Draco to consider. Draco’s dream of becoming the next Quidditch coach was everything short of what his own father’s dream was for him at The Ministry, but you’d secretly sent off the application he’d filled out and left behind in your bedroom over summer break. Sadly, you couldn’t tell him; he always got nervous about defying his father’s wishes.

In all craziness of finals week, your owl had come back this afternoon. Perched against your chair in The Great Hall during lunch, you’d received the parchment addressed from The Daily Prophet after two weeks. Solora had just so happened to be skipping by when your owl came and she wasted no time awaiting your grand appearance.

“Well, you have to open it, ya know? Draco aside, I know you’re dying to know if you’ve been accepted. You’ve only been talking about this position since we were kids, Y/n.”

Draco hadn’t come to lunch, he’d been studying hard for a Potions final he had that hour, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d received his owl too. When your own envelope showed up, a pit formed in your stomach and you’d lost your appetite. You couldn’t face Solora or your other three friends, so you’d gently grabbed the envelope from your owl’s beak and ran off to hide the rest of the day until now.

“Y/n,” Draco speaks softly towards the ceiling. “I received a letter today… from the Wizards Quidditch Committee.”

Your heart stops and your blood runs cold. You hold your tongue at the headache sparking up. He knows it was you, but he doesn’t seem upset and that makes you more nervous about the news he’d received. But even more, it makes you curious about your own letter you’d tucked into the secrecy of your inner robe pocket several hours ago.

Draco looks at you, a warmth in his icy eyes. He grins softly, sputtering a laugh before continuing, “I’m glad you did it. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The thought of betraying my father by not working at The Ministry is my own burden. I was a coward, but you didn’t allow me to fall into that and I’ll forever be in your debt.”

You sit up on your elbow, caressing his cheek with a soft smile.

“So you got the position? Quidditch coach?”

He sits up, taking your hand in his before nodding with a nervous smile. You’re not sure when you leaped off your elbow and jumped into his arms, but you couldn’t stop smiling. You’re glad all the secrecy is over and that your boyfriend can finally get something in life that he’s wanted for himself.

“And you then?”

Your brows furrow in confusion.

“Your hand was shoved in your pocket when I arrived. You were gazing over the deck as if you were pondering something,” Draco states curiously. Your cheeks grow hot as you reach into your own pocket, revealing the letter from The Daily Prophet. “Go on, open it.”

You take a deep breath, eyes faltering from his to the slightly crumbled parchment between your hands. You shakily flip the envelope over, slowly dragging your finger over the wax seal before peeling it up. Carefully removing the letter from the envelope, you look up at Draco one last time.

He looks more excited than you. After all, this could change everything and you’re sure he can feel it just the same as you. If you got this job and Draco accepted his position, you wouldn’t have to linger onto the worry of no longer being able to see him. You wouldn’t have to cry yourself to sleep at the scenario of having to breakup just to manage life a bit more easier.

Your gaze drops to the letter just as your thumb flips the ceased edge upwards and you read.

Dear Y/LN,

On behalf of The Daily Prophet, we are more than pleased to offer the position of columnist following graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

We look forward to receiving your owl accepting the position following the weeks of finals to further transition you for the role after graduation.

Thank you,

The Daily Prophet

You’re sure your face says it all and Draco couldn’t be more proud.

“Maybe you’ll be a sports columnist? You can write up about how well I’m doing as the new Quidditch coach and that I’ll be training the team up for the Quidditch World Cup.”

You relish the thought, imagining how you can still be close to Draco and work your dream job all at once. The idea of it all feels like a happy ending, like the one you’ve both been secretly wishing for.

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indulging in you; tav x halsin;

finally writing something for myself :D have some Gleam (my Tav) x Halsin, who get up to some fun stuff in nature :) m rated ish! also on ao3

It is not often that they get to camp in picturesque places. But in the interim between the wilderness and the city of Baldur’s Gate, there is plenty to enjoy before diving into the depths of an urban society.

They find such one spot amidst green trees, near a river that splits into a narrow stream.

Gleam breathes in deep, their chest expanding with night air and the sweetness of midnight flowers. They stretch their arms, their legs, feeling the wind blow over their bare skin, their hair, the folds of their vest and trousers. 

The sound of the running stream fills their ears, together with the crickets and an owl hidden up in the branches.

In the distance, they hear the camp, their quiet conversations, Karlach’s cheerful laughter, Gale’s storytelling. They smell the dinner, roasting over the campfire. Even as danger looms nearer, it is good to have these moments of respite.

Gleam turns at the sound of leaves brushing against each other, finding Halsin standing there, his soft smile and gaze directed straight at them.

“Astarion said I would have no trouble finding you here,” he says, stepping a little closer, careful of the delicate branches that graze his arms and legs. “You have always had an eye for the beautiful.”

Gleam smiles and shrugs, their icy blue eyes taking Halsin in.

“If you say so.”

“I do, my heart. And your coyness does not escape me.”

Gleam’s smile widens, and they gesture for the druid to join them. They step together towards the stream that runs powerful and free, curling behind the rocks and wild twisted thickets.

“The day has taken its toll on us, has it not? Shall we indulge?”

Halsin gestures towards the stream, his eyes flickering with ravenous gold. It is something that always twists Gleam’s chest into a tight knot in need of unravelling. Briefly they glance towards the camp, certain that through the rush of water and conversation, they would not be heard.

“I would not say no.”

“Then come to me,” Halsin invites, bringing Gleam closer to himself. His chest presses against their back, his arms lock around the barbarian with surprising ease. How pleasant it is to let go and allow Halsin to guide them. They feel magic draw closer to their fingertips, always ready to burst in a wild flare, but that much they can control.

“You smell of it,” Halsin whispers against their neck with reverence, finding the most sensitive spot with skillful accuracy. “Of magic and strength. Do you know how alluring that makes you?”

Gleam has some notion, feeling the druid’s excited body press against them, his lips bothering that awfully sensitive spot until their knees buckle.

Halsin’s fingers pinch the fabric of Gleam’s vest, easily sliding it off one arm, then the other. His hands roam in a way that Gleam cannot help but compare with the very night wind they find themselves in. Strong, powerful, hungry.

When their clothes are off and done with, they turn around, touching Halsin’s chest and shoulders, the feeling of him making Gleam’s fingers tingle. Their magic seems to call to each other, both entwined with different kinds of wildness.

With ease, Halsin brings Gleam up into his arms, carrying them into the stream that gives them a sharp cold welcome. Gleam clings to Halsin, their shared body warmth balancing out the flux of the stream. They wrap their legs around the druid, supported by his hold.

And then, their hungry mouths meet. Halsin’s kiss is assertive, indulgent in ways that he is. He is taking as much as giving, and Gleam relishes that generosity. They cannot help but smile from every move of their lips, and then get lost in every brush of their tongues.

Water runs past them, unaware, taking with it the dirt of the travel and the exhaustion of it. Yet it does not touch that which Halsin and Gleam share, the insatiable hunger they have for each other, only elevated by the nightly air. 

They know they would not leave the stream until either indulges in more than just kissing. Until they have each other, until their voices turn hoarse from whispers and praise and sounds of pleasure, until neither can go on any more.

Their love making drowns in the sounds of the running stream.