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༉‧˚🔥❀༉‧₊˚."the craving"༉‧˚💍❀༉‧₊˚.PART 3

Part 1 & Part 2

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 8100

summary: As your wedding day with your betrothed Jacaerys draws nearer, the two of you find ways to indulge in the ever-consuming passion you share. A wedding ceremony by the beach initiates the start of your forever; and finally, your long-awaited wedding night.

warnings: vaginal fingering, wet humping (anon who brought this idea to me; I’ll never forget u), loss of virginity, first time

a/n: happy Harry Collett x Calvin Klein day and also happy "final part of the craving" day! let me know if you liked the series, it has been a lot of fun writing it <3

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃

How sweet life could be when you finally were given what you have desired for so long.

As if Jacaerys and you had spoken it enough times into existence, the Queen had summoned both of you not long after Jace had visited you in your chambers and you had read to him. At the first moment, you had not truly believed what she told you, the marriage finally taking place soon to strengthen the bond Jace and you already shared. Jacaerys had beamed with joy and relief, lifting you in his arms and carefreely spinning you around as his mother smiled at you with fondness.

Perhaps it had been wrong, to keep you apart for such a long time, but she had a feeling you and him had not really let any distance come between you, even before her announcement of your union…

Ever since then, Jacaerys and you had been walking on clouds, thrusted into a second honeymoon phase although the first official one had not even started yet.

As your wedding day drew closer and closer, Jace found more time in his day for you and you were rarely seen without each other, always walking hand in hand or sitting together in the library or the private chambers of your family. Your hunger for each other only had seemed to intensify and you had become familiar with the quiet and dark halls of Dragonstone, sneaking into his chamber late at night or being surprised by him sneaking into your warm bed…

Although you slowly explored more and more of each other’s desires, there was still one thing you both wanted to save for your wedding night; when Jacaerys would enter you for the first time as your husband, he wanted to see the wedding bands on your hand, celebrating the love you shared for each other and having all night to ravish his sweet little wife…

Now, you tilted your head back and let out a joyous shout, the sound swallowed by the clouds rushing past you. Underneath you, your dragon was infected with your felicity, roaring her satisfaction out loud. Your companion and you were high in the sky, climbing higher and higher until you were sure you could see the whole world lying to your feet.

Up here, the matters of the war did not matter and it felt like you were the only one in the world, a proud princess of Dragonstone on her beast.

But you were not alone.

You’d never be again.

Beside you, a green and red lightning shot past you and you laughed at the way Vermax briefly cut off your lane, your dragon playfully snapping at his tail as he bolted skyward. Briefly, you saw your betrothed’s face, furrowed in concentration and skill as he stirred his dragon past you and you knew the chase was on, shouting an excited command at your own dragon and sending her after them.

“Sōvēs vēzot!” (Fly up!)

You could’ve sworn you heard Jacaerys laugh with the wind as if he had already shaken you off and claimed the victory for himself. But you were competitive and your wicked betrothed knew, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as the distance between you slowly began to shrink.

Higher and higher the four of you went, Dragonstone shrinking more and more and the air becoming crispier. Your eyes were fixed on Jacaerys’ strong back and your heart fluttered as he shot a look over his shoulder to check in with you.

You shot through the last thick layer of the clouds, closing your eyes against the cold. When you opened them again, it seemed like you had been transported into a painting.

For a moment, time stood still and your dragons almost were levitating in the sky, frozen in the circle they danced around each other. You held on tightly to your saddle and nearly stood up straight at the tight tangle your dragon flew with you. The snouts of your dragons nearly touched and you could’ve reached out and taken Jace’s hand like this.

“I win.” Jace called out to you, a broad grin making his face only prettier and your heart only filled with more longing.

“Who said the race was over?” You challenged him and with a quick and effective command, your dragon nudged Vermax’s neck and put her wings close to her own body. With one last look at Jace, you blew him a sweet kiss and held on tight.

Vermax and your dragon let themselves fall and the air rushed out of your lungs all at once, taking your breath away as they catapulted towards the lands underneath you. The wind cut sharply into your skin, your hair a wild whirlwind behind you, but you loved the feeling, a touch of unlimited freedom as you fell down the skies with your love by your side.

Jacaerys could’ve chosen everything to gaze at during the downfall, but yet he looked at you, wild and free in your saddle and slowly letting go of the reins, your arms spread wide like the wings of an angel. You were a vision, his perfect princess soon to be his wife and he thought to himself that no adrenaline on dragon back could ever compare to the feeling of being in love with you.

Shortly before the ground, four dragon wings spread themselves and you were pressed back into the saddle at the final home stretch.

In the distance, the entrance to the dragon’s caves came into sight and you spurred your dragon on for a final time, eager to arrive before Jace and Vermax, to declare the flight out as your own personal win. Vermax growled as you passed him and you grinned over your shoulder at Jacaerys, who looked at you with a mix of lovestruck awe and raw hunger that sent an anticipating shiver down your spine.

The ground shook as your two dragons descended into the pit and you breathed in the similar scent of saltwater and cold biting air, your dragon purring at you with gratitude for the adventure.

You dismounted from your dragon and slid down her wing. Your girl was cooing affectionately as you petted her neck, pressing a little goodbye kiss to it before you turned around to watch Jace climb down Vermax.

“Not too bad!” You called over as you slid off your gloves, grinning as Jacaerys strode towards you with determination in his eyes. “You could work a little on your commands for Vermax, but overall you flew very pleasantly-“

The rest of your sentence was lost when Jacaerys pulled you close by the waist and kissed you. You laughed against his lips at his eagerness as he walked you backwards until your back hit the cave’s wall and he could press himself against your body. Both of his hands were cupping your face and you kissed him back just as desperately, the competitive ride out in the sky having fueled your desire for each other.

In the background, Vermax and your dragon grunted, seemingly pleased with this development and retreated into the big cave they had chosen together, a recent change since the keepers had officially announced that the dragons had bonded and were now a pair, inseparable for all their lives.

Jacaerys sighed into the kiss, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he held you close and your own hands traveled over his chest and into his messy curls. You beamed under his hungry attention, arching your back and not caring for someone that could walk in on you.

He nudged a thigh between your legs and in his strong arms, he hitched you upwards until you had to stand on your tiptoes to keep up with him, both your hands pressed flat against the cold walls as he devoured your mouth with his.

You playfully bit his lip, causing him to hiss. Breaking the kiss, you looked at him breathless, his pupils dilated and hungry for more. Slowly, as if it slightly displeased him, he let you down gently.

“My prince, as much as I appreciate your thanks for the ride out…” You said quietly, leaning forward yet again and pressing small teasing kisses to his exposed neck. “Your bride would like to take a bath after such exertions.”

His gaze on you darkened infinitely. “Perhaps you’d like some company?”

The idea was tempting.

You remembered one of your ancestor’s diary entries about an adventure in the baths, how the feeling of being joined only intensified in the warm water, making it easy for a man to move his woman however he pleased in the weightlessness of the tub. Your eyes traveled over Jacaerys’ beautiful features, imagining it heated and sweat gathering at his brow as you sat in his lap, the small waves of your bath crashing against the tub as he was deep inside of your warmth, helping you rock your hips back and forth on his hard cock…

How temping indeed.

“Meet me afterwards.” You whispered against his lips and with one swift motion, slipped past him and out of reach.

“Temptress.” He called after you and you threw a vulgar gesture over your shoulder, grinning at him before you ascended the stairs of the pit, pleasant tingles traveling through your whole body in excitement. His laughter echoed across the cave’s walls, following you through the hallway.

You returned to your chambers with a smile on your lips, the adrenaline of being on dragon back only slowly ebbing away. Your maids had lit some candles and you smelled lavender and honey from the bath chamber attached to your bedroom. While your lips still tingled from Jacaerys’ kiss, you forced yourself to focus on the matter at hand for now; getting rid of the dragon stench on you and refresh before your betrothed would visit you later…

Letting out a quiet moan as you sank into the prepared hot bath, you let yourself soak, your mind supplying you with lovely fantasies of Jace doing the same in his chambers, his strong lean body relaxing underneath the water surface…

A small eternity later, you emerged from the tub, sighing deeply at the pleasant ache in your bones and grabbing the comfortable silk robe on the dresser, a new piece in your collection ever since Jacaerys had become a frequent visitor late at night. You had quickly found out which kind of clothing made your future husband’s mouth water and how Jace loved to run his hands over the thin fabrics…

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your damp hair falling freely over your shoulders, cheeks rosy from the steam of the bath. The bride of a future king, the love of his life.

Gracefully, you walked outside the bathing chamber and a pleasant shiver went through your body as you saw his shadow lurking, sitting on your bed and looking out of the window, lost in thought.

Your naked feet on the marble betrayed you and Jace looked up, his eyes immediately darkening as they roamed over your body, the silky fabric hugging your curves perfectly.

“Has the bath been to your satisfaction, princess?” He asked hoarsely, not able to tear his eyes from you as you slowly approached where he sat.

You hummed, considering. “It was quite nice.”

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured under his breath as you came to stand in front of him, stepping between his legs and taking his hands so you could place them on your waist. “Every day I wake up and thank the Gods that you are mine, my love.”

Your heart softened and you cupped his warm cheek as your thumb caressed his skin gently. “I had a lot of fun today…and everyday I try to will myself to patience, but it’s hard…”

“I know.” Jace replied, his hands on your body flexing for a second. “Soon, we won’t have to hold ourselves back anymore. We’ll be as unchaste as we’d like.”

You laughed, the sound like little bells in Jace’s ears as he tucked you closer and you fell into his lap. The robe parted a little as you placed each of your knees by the side of his hips and you saw his throat bob as his eyes lingered.

“We also have not been very chaste in the beginning.” You reminded him teasingly, your breath brushing over his lips as you leaned closer in his lap. “Or do I need to remind you of your very successful efforts to warm your wife at the inn-“

“An incident I often happily think about…” He murmured back and you gasped as his hands splayed over your naked thighs, his fingertips drawing little patterns into your warm soft skin.

“Me too…” You breathed near his ear, relishing his warm cheek against yours as he hugged you close, his body a warm furnace against your own. “Sometimes I believe my hunger for you should be sated for now, but Jace…it’s a bottomless well. I will never tire of it.”

Jace hummed pleased, his hand caressing your cheek before he gently touched the back of your neck, drawing you closer until your foreheads touched and your breath mingled. “Not long, my love. Not much longer.”

“Care to give me a foretaste, my prince?” You whispered mischievously and sighed happily as he immediately brought your lips together, both of your pent-up desires crashing together.

Jacaerys was hungry for your taste, his tongue eagerly dancing with yours as his fingertips dug into the soft skin of your thighs. The feeling of you in his lap brought something primal and hopelessly obsessive in him to the surface and he thought there was no better place fitted for him than standing at your service, his lap a wonderful source of pleasure for you as you slowly ground against him. Your hand touched his jaw, delicate yet needing contact and he held you tighter, a breathy moan making it past his wet lips.

These…outbursts had become nearly a ritual ever since the evening you had read to him and he had tasted from you, both of your systems hooked on each other in a heartbeat, always hungering, always longing.

Rarely a night passed where you did not sneak down the corridor and slip into his chambers, sometimes to just slide underneath his warm covers and find peace in his welcoming arms until you’d fall asleep together as you had at the inn. Sometimes, or rather most of the times, he was already opening the door when you had not even knocked yet, just as desperate as you were to see him.

Then, in the safe haven of his rooms, you’d kiss each other senseless and you lost count of the many ways Jacaerys learned to take care of you, and you of him. He hoisted you up and pressed you against a wall, kissing you and whispering how much he had missed you all day, although you were never far apart. You led him to the desk where he worked, making him sit down and relax for you as you sweetly touched him, watching his every reaction while wetness pooled between your legs. He set you down on his bed and made you lay back into pillows which smelled like him and you’d bury your face in them as he passionately ate you out, even more skilled now than the first time he had you convulse around his tongue…

Memories of him and you swirled around in your head and you found yourself ridiculously wet already, humming pleased into his mouth as his hands ghosted over your sides, the robe slipping more and more from your shoulders as you made out.

You wanted to eat him alive.

You wanted to be ravished by him until there was nothing left for you to give to him.

Suddenly, there was a knock against the door of your chamber and you froze, your hips stilling their desperate efforts to gain friction against Jacaerys’ loins. You stared at each other, pupils wide and both breathless as you briefly leaned your head against his shoulders and sighed deeply.

“I am indisposed!” You quickly called over Jace’s shoulders, the shifting of feet outside your rooms unsure. “What is it?”

“Dinner will be served in half an hour, my princess.” One of your maids called through the door. “Do you want me to bring it to your rooms?”

You looked at Jace, a little smile now on your face. “Are you hungry?” You whispered to him and he shrugged, his hands affectionately squeezing your bum.

“Not for food…”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Well, the kitchen’s creations will have to do for now, my prince. I’ll join dinner shortly!”

You listened as the steps retreated and brushed your fingers through Jace’s soft curls, lost in his kind eyes on him. “Tomorrow, I’ll have my fitting.” You murmured against his lips, relishing the way you could feel his small exhales against your own.

Jace hummed low in his throat, his nose briefly nuzzling yours. “I assume Baela and Rhaena will join you?”

You nodded and played with the locks in his nape, biting your lip to hide your grin. “I’ll be draped in satin and silk and miss you terribly.”

“I will see your wedding gowns soon enough, my love.” Jacaerys reminded you mischievously, his playful smile infectious. “Although it’s rather a shame that I am so eager to take them off you so soon…”

You could not hide the shiver that went down your spine at his teasing words. “And yet it is you calling me a temptress.”

“Not tempting…” Jace smiled smitten. “Just promising.”

You turned serious again, the love for the boy in front of you overflowing.

“Soon.” You whispered and kissed his cheek.

“Soon.” Jacaerys echoed and helped you stand up from his lap, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles with a promise before he departed with a longing kiss to your lips, leaving you to prepare for the dinner you’d have together with your family.

It was like the old Valyrian gods had blessed the day themselves, when Jacaerys and you finally became husband and wife.

The sun was reflecting on the wet sands of the beach by Dragonstone, a clear blue sky over your heads as you stood in front of each other by the sea. A little to the side, stood his family that had become your own so naturally, still the two of you were lost in each other’s eyes completely.

You didn’t think you had ever been this content, this peaceful in all your life as you looked into Jace’s eyes, filled with love and determination to finally make you his for all to see. Jace and you were both dressed in the traditional robes of your house for the ceremony, the red and pale-golden fabric allowing the wind to drift through it, oddly grounding you into this moment.

Jace’s hair had been left unruly while yours was loosely braided over your back, a headpiece you had seen on the Queen during her wedding adorning your head now. You had never felt more beautiful, more cherished and seen as Jace looked deep into your eyes as your union was officiated.

When it was time for Jace to take the dagger, you were nearly thrumming with excitement, so much that your beloved had to hold your hand steady as he carefully cut into it. A small hiss escaped you at the contact of the dragon glass and Jace squeezed your hand in comfort. You repeated the same for him when it was your turn, your blood joining as you pressed your palms against each other, smiling despite the pain.

More words in High Valyrian rolled over you like the waves of the sea and you opened your lips to a sigh when the process was mirrored on your lip, a delicate little cut you barely felt. You were too busy looking at Jacaerys, his own eyes dark and concentrated as he lifted a finger and drew the right ancient sign on your forehead, the continuation of your bloodline now secured.

“One flesh, one heart.” The two of you said in union, holding each other’s eyes captive as you recited the holy vows. “One soul, now and forever.” It had been true for you all along.

You grinned at each other brightly as you were handed a cup and you watched Jace closely as he took a sip and then gave it to you, the sweet contents thick on your tongue. You swallowed it down and it was like the salty breeze around you came to a halt.

In the distance, where Vermax and your dragon were perched against the cliffside, both dragons roared, the first ones to celebrate with you. The Queen smiled approvingly as the priest stepped back to give her son and you, his wife, some space.

It was done.

You let out a small disbelieving laugh, stepping closer as Jace entwined your fingers. “I love you so much.” You could not believe your luck, the way you were his now, forever.

And he was yours.

“I love you…” Jacaerys murmured and pulled you closer, your fingers sliding over the fabric covering his strong arms as your lips met each other with a sigh. You smiled into the kiss, your heart giddy with peace and satisfaction as you embraced each other, the new union fueling the kiss with a fire that had slumbered in you for far too long. You squeezed his shoulders assuring as a tiny sound left his lips, close to a love-struck sob as you kissed and kissed on the shore of your home, the blood still dripping from your entwined hands into the sand of the earth…

Much later that day, the wedding celebrations inside of the castle found their end as Jacaerys and you walked down the corridor, his hand resting on the small of your back as your own trembled slightly with anticipation.

Earlier, there had been a grand feast in the hall, with your close family present and raising their cups to Jacaerys and you. You had laughed and danced beneath the candlelight of the chandeliers, lost in each other as your family watched fondly from the dinner table as Jacaerys had spun you around as if you were kids. Your shoulder blades had touched his, both of your arms raised as you danced together.

You had felt every gaze of his on you, little shivers shooting through you at the prospect of finally being alone with your husband later and when it was time to retreat into the privacy of your now joined chambers, you had gone willingly. You welcomed the change of scenery and the time alone with your love. As you walked, your steps hurried and a little uncoordinated from the wine you’d had with his family, your thumb brushed over the ring on his finger.

Two beautiful pieces now adorned your hands, forged with dragon fire and adorned by a scale of the other one’s dragon. Too often, the pad of your thumb had brushed over Vermax’ scale on your hand now and too often you had caught Jace looking at his own ring in wonder during dinner. No one except the two of you would ever know how much this meant for Jace and you.

“Alone at last.” Jace murmured with a half grin on his pretty face as the door to your new chambers came in sight.

You gave him a look over your shoulder, eager to disappear with him for the rest of the night and preferably long into the next morning. “It was wonderful. I…I don’t think I have ever been so happy in my life before today.”

“I feel the same way.” Jace replied softly, squeezing your hand in his and holding the door open for you as you slipped inside.

The door to your bedroom fell shut behind you and for a moment, you simply looked at each other, breathless and thrilled at the thought of being alone. Earlier, the bedroom had been readied for the new couple the two of you made, its air smelling sweetly and dozens of candles painting the room in a soft glow. The bed was freshly made – a pity, since you planned to make a mess of it soon.

Jace and you came to a stop in the middle of the room, the frame of the canopy bed behind you an inevitable presence. A carafe of red wine had been placed on the table before your bed, but neither of you felt like clouding your mind with liquor when you could simply enjoy each other’s company.

You laced your fingers together once more, the cloth over both your wounds touching. You lifted his hand to your lips and gently kissed his knuckles, Jace’s eyes becoming dark with want. You whispered; “Does it hurt still?”

Jace shook his head, stepping closer. “If it’s two small cuts I have to endure to be yours, I would’ve wounded my body much sooner..”

The words warmed you from the inside, your chest filled with it while a low fire slowly grew in your stomach. Earlier, you had felt his burning gaze on you during the celebrations. You had laughed and danced with Baela and Rhaena and Jacaerys had watched you with hunger and awe. The same emotions now flickered across his face, his hands pulling you into him by the waist until you nearly stood chest to chest.

His breath ghosted over your bottom lip, the atmosphere tilting into a direction the both of you welcomed. Jace brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into your hair, squeezing your side. “I finally get to kiss my bride now.”

You chuckled, nudging him. “You’ve kissed me before today, Jace. You’ve even kissed me when I wasn’t your wife yet, remember?” In many, many places.

He rolled his eyes, leading you towards the bed. “Always so keen on details…”

“You started it.”

“My wonderful, brilliant queen.”

The words had your heart skip a beat, the admiring words leaving him as you gently pushed him on the edge of the bed. Jacaerys stared up at you, mesmerized and captive to your own longing stare.

“I’d like to call in a favor for my first night with the future king.” You teased him. “It is something I have desired for a long, long time.”

“And what is it my queen desires?” He asked raspily, throat a little dry as you stepped closer and felt the warmth radiating off his form.

You smiled warmly at him, your hands resting over his own as he placed them on your hip bones, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the fabric of your luscious dress. Leaning down, your lips brushed against his cheeks as you whispered: “Her valzȳrys .” (Husband.)

Jacaerys’ hold on your hips tightened and with a sigh on your lips, he dragged you forward and into his lap, your warm thighs underneath your luxurious gown on each side of his. He found your lips like he’d found a light in the dark, effortless and natural and when you two finally kissed as wife and husband, twin sighs were released into each other’s mouth.

It was like the spark lit the flame, your fingers danced over the laces on his chest, quickly loosening them until you could rest your fingers on his naked chest, his heart beating faster underneath your touch. Jacaerys held you as if you were something delicate, a flower blossoming in his warm embrace, and a headless moan bubbled up in his throat as you shifted on his lap.

“My love…” He broke the kiss and brought your foreheads together, both of you breathing heavily. “Would you let me undress you?”

The breath in your throat hitched and you nodded quickly, smoothing your hands over his cheeks once more before you untangled yourself from his lap and sat down next to him, your hands supporting you on the mattress.

Jacaerys looked over you, the way your chest moved up and down, the jewels adorning your dress glittering in the lights of the candles. You were a vision, but he wanted you bare tonight, a luxury you had not gotten yet together. Bare except for the ring on your finger.

“You looked so beautiful tonight…” Jace kissed the corner of your mouth as your fingers tangled themselves in his silky smooth hair. “I can’t believe you’re mine now, forever.”

“I’ve been yours since we first met, Jace.” You murmured back, knowing the truth in your heart. “We were always destined to be each other’s.”

The kiss you shared then was gentler, a break from the all-consuming passion racing through your veins and when Jace moved his lips to your neck, his hands slowly brushing down the fabric around your shoulders in his wake, you sighed blissfully. Your head fell back as you watched him carefully unwrapping you from the lace and silk, his mouth leaving a wet trail where he kissed your throat, your collarbones, then your naked shoulders…

You had to force yourself to take steady breaths, a stifled moan leaving your lips as he began to unlace the front of your dress.

“Easy, my love…” Jace practically purred at you, his dark eyes soft as he laid them on you. He could feel you shiver in anticipation, a delight he’d rather not let it turn into anxiety when he wanted to take the best care of you. “I got you.”

“I know.” You sighed, your fingers busying themselves with taking off your necklace and the heavy earrings, letting the jewelry clutter onto the nightstand. The next few minutes passed like you were caught in a dream, your mind drifting afloat at the gentleness and respect Jacaerys undressed you with.

Goosebumps followed wherever he went and when he helped you sit up so he could get rid of the dress, you both held your breath. Jace had touched your chest before, but there always had been fabric between your skin and his and now, there was not any.

Jacaerys’ eyes feasted on your body, a vision in his bed, your hair spread out on the pillows and rosy chest exposed to the candle light and his eyes. His hand laid on your waist, a small comfort to let you know he was there in the moment with you and underneath his burning gaze, you felt your buds hardening, a shiver going through you entirely.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured with adoration, his body leaning over yours as his hands traveled upwards and he laid his lips on your neck. Your eyes fluttered to a close, your mouth dropping open as his warm chest touched yours and his mouth began to ravish you. Jace had kissed your most intimate parts, slowly learning what you liked and what drove you insane, but after all, it had all started with a kiss to your neck.

And since the night at the inn, he had spent many, many hours kissing it, finding out how sensitive you were in the area, what little spot would make your toes curl in pleasure. You panted into his hair, holding on to him as he traveled over your sides and slowly pushed down the rest of your own until your legs were freed and you laid bare under him. Frantically, he pushed his shirt off, returning to your side immediately and looking into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You wanted to melt at his sweet tone. You nodded, still shivering from his undivided attention. “Yes…You can touch me, Jace. Please touch me.”

His hands ghosted over your stomach as he plastered himself to your side and slowly drifted upwards, your body leaning into him wantonly. You exhaled shakingly as his warm hand cupped your boob, his thumb sheepishly brushing over your hardened bud.

Jacaerys watched you with sensation sparkling in his eyes, his own hand shaking with nerves as he slowly began to explore your body. Your legs tangled together and yours fell open on your own accord, surrendering to the skilled hands of your husband. A sigh escaped your lips as Jace kissed your neck, his curls brushing over your naked collarbones as he relished the taste of your skin.

He was fire all over and you needed him to consume you.

Arching against him, you bathed in the pleasure his touches brought you, a pliant vessel at his hands. There was so much love in the kisses you shared, in the way he mapped out your body, it nearly drove a few emotional tears to your eyes, overwhelmed by the feelings you had for your love. And Jace’s actions had riled your whole system up to the point where you felt wetness pooling between your thighs, a dull throb resting inside of you, in need to get attention.

“I need you.” You breathed, hazy eyes looking into his and swallowing thickly.

“You got me.” Jace breathed, his shaky hand wandering down your body. “You will have all of me tonight, princess. Let me see you…let me see how wet my girl is for me…”

You whimpered at his praise, tensing for just a little moment before it was all washed away when Jace’s fingertips made contact with you pulsing bundle of nerves. He innocently kissed your cheek before he slowly began to draw circles onto you, making your mouth drop open from the familiar yet exciting sensation.

“So beautiful, such a good girl.” Jace purred and you moaned loudly, curling your body into his as your legs fell open even more, granting him full access to the most intimate part of you.

“Feels good…” You breathed and gasped as Jacaerys dipped his fingers lower and gathered your wetness on them, easing the way until you were positively soaked. It was getting hard to think and you became putty in Jace’s embrace as he left kisses on your shoulder and neck, his fingers playing you like a delicate instrument. “…more.”

Jace kissed your brow, enchanted by the sight of your naked body in the warm lights, your hips rolling into the palm of his hand as he began to breach you with his finger, luring a broken moan from your sweet lips.

“Gods, you are divine, my queen.” Jace murmured, well aware of his own arousal he intended to push down for just a little longer. He needed to take care of you, needed to cherish and pleasure you like this while the ring on your finger shimmered between you, his own white scale of your dragon on his finger the prettiest sign of ownership he could’ve ever imagined for himself.

You melted into the bedding below you, closing your eyes and fully giving yourself over to Jacaerys and the divine feel of his finger slowly moving inside of you while his thumb knowingly stroked your clit. After all, he had had his fair share of practice with you, when you still had to hide while sneaking into each other’s bed, and Jace was a fast learner, knowing exactly how to please you now.

You lost yourself in the hypnotizing feeling of his, his finger soon joined by another and creating a delicious friction against your inner walls that had you moan shamelessly. Time began to slip away from you and you had no idea how long Jace spent fingering you, soft praise and little I love you’s being murmured against your ear as he watched your every reaction.

“I need you to get on top of me…” You whispered against his plump lips and he let out a shaky sigh, still clearly affected by his own sweet assault on your cunt. He lifted his glistening fingers, covered in your arousal, to his lips and moaned at the taste of you, cleaning himself off so he would not dirty you. You stared at him, mouth agape with awe, and quickly pulled him on top of you.

You quietly laughed together at your eagerness and your naked thighs framed his hips perfectly, as if you had been made by the gods to please him, as he had been made to pleasure you. His hands rested on each side of your head, playing with your hair as he pressed kisses to your temple, your cheek, your chest which had you gasping.

You palmed him through the fabric of his briefs and he hissed, throwing his head back which you took immediately as a chance to suck and lick at his throat, feeling a little drunk on the power you held over Jacaerys, how the smallest touches could make him whimper just for you.

With sheer will power, Jace leaned back on his knees, staring at you with fire burning in his dark eyes as he got rid of the last piece of clothing on him, his hard and leaking length making your throat go dry. You supported yourself on your elbows, watching intently as he stroked himself over you with bliss. He looked so beautiful, you could’ve painted him.

Slowly, you opened your legs, exposing your soaked center to your beloved and Jace nearly lost it then.

But he was not going to let it end so soon tonight. Tonight, he’d cherish you as he intended to do for the rest of your lives. Jacaerys sunk down to the temple beneath your thighs, cradling your face in his hands as he laid on top of you. He was careful not to put his whole weight on you, gazing deep in your eyes.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, almost fearful at his heart, speaking so loudly in this very moment.

“I love you, Jace.” You whispered back, your hand brushing over his back, making his skin break out into goosebumps. “I want to feel you. All of you.” Gently, you pushed down on his lower back and the last distance between you vanished as his cock made contact with your cunt.

You both let out a sigh in union, something akin to both shock and relief at once. The feeling of your hot flesh sliding together sent your heart into overdrive and you tangled your fingers into Jace’s hair for stability.

“F-fuck…” Jace squeezed his eyes shut, seeking shelter in the crook of your neck as he bucked forward, his cock dragging over your sensitive center, the leaking head brushing over your pampered clit and making you dig your nails into his shoulders.

It almost felt too good to be true, the sensation unlike anything you had experienced with each other so far. Jace’s leaking tip and your soaked cunt mixed together, until slick sounds and your shared moans were filling the room.

Jace moaned as if he was losing his mind as his naked cock slid over your wet folds, your cunt clenching around nothing as the friction and his sweet whines got to your head. It was too much and not nearly enough and your legs tightened their hold around his waist as endless shivers went through you, obsessed with the way you two fitted together.

“Gods.” You gasped, all thoughts in your hazy mind incoherent, but screaming for Jace, surrounding you, inside of you… “I need you, Jace. Jacaerys, please, we’ve waited long enough, my love.”

“I adore you.” Jace cupped your cheek, his movements stilling as he lifted your thighs so he could wrap them around his waist. “I love you so, so much. And I will be gentle, I promise.”

You smiled brightly at him, anticipating swirling hotly under your skin as you stroked his hair, willing the little nervousness inside of you away. “I know you will be. I want you so much. I know it will be perfect.”

With two final little kisses on your eyelids, Jacaerys lined himself up at your entrance and slowly began to push in.

You gasped, not able to suppress the little whimper leaving your throat as your face scrunched up at the small pain tearing through you. Jace’s hips still instantly, his hand cupping your cheek and making you focus on him and find steadiness and comfort in his loving eyes.

“Deep breaths, my love.” He murmured, clearly affected by the way your cunt squeezed him , unused to any intrusion that was more than his fingers and tongue. And he was certainly more than that…

You let out a shuddering breath, eyes glazed over as Jace brushed a tear from the corner of your eye away and continued to shelter you in his arms, letting you both get used to the new sensation. Your husband whispered sweet little affections into your ear, stroking your hair. “’m gonna need you all relaxed and happy, take your time, my dear…”

You sighed gratefully, letting your trembling hands wander over his naked back and into his hair, grounding yourself through touch as the sting in your abdomen faded away. Experimentally, you tightened your muscles and Jace bit his lip to hide a guttural moan, beads of sweat gathering at his temple from having to hold still for you.

“Kiss me.” You begged him sweetly, needing his lips on yours, to devour him, to melt into one forever.

Jacaerys complied in an instant, surging forward as you bucked your hips up at the same time, inevitably making him slide deeper into your tight heat. Both your moans were swallowed by a fierce and passionate kiss and the two of you got lost into each other as Jace finally started to slowly move his hips again, following a slow and soft rhythm that made you feel butterflies in your belly.

You tilted your head back on the pillow and Jace took the opportunity to kiss your throat, his fingers laced together with yours as he gently pressed your hands into the pillow. Your husband barely felt in control, the tight and wet sensation of his length inside your cunt quickly getting to his head…

Your eyes snapped open when you heard him release a cute little whimper, desperate and overwhelmed and you smiled besotted, your cunt clenching around him automatically. Jacaerys bit his lip, but you were quick to shoot forward and press a kiss on it.

“Let me hear you.” You encouraged him, unlacing your hands so you could wind your arms around his neck, bringing you closer together. “I want to hear my husband as he makes love to me.”

Jacaerys groaned deeply as your nails dragged over his spine, shivering as he was being pushed further into you by your legs around his hips. He searched for your gaze, serious and attentive although you squeezed him like a vice. “Does it still hurt? I don’t want to cause you any pain.”

You shook your head, warm all over from his care. “I’m okay. You’re…perfect.”

“As you are, my love.”

After this, it seemed like Jace became braver, daring to sink deep into the altar between your thighs, the slide slippery from how aroused and pent up you were. Every inch he let you feel him deeper and after a while, you could not stop the string of soft moans leaving your parted lips as Jacaerys continued to roll his hips into you at a slow pace.

Your thighs framing him twitched suddenly as the curve of his cock dragged over a mushy sensitive spot inside of you and you felt drunk on the both of you, the pair you made.

“Do that again…” You whispered and Jace, flushed all over his chest, looked at you with surprise. Experimentally, he did and your toes curled, a high-pitched sound left you, almost wounded. “Fuck….feels good.”

“Yeah?” He could not hide the little smug grin as he watched your pretty face as he plunged into that spot again, your back arching off the bed. “Am I making my wife feel good?”

You whimpered, nodding as your whole core tightened up from his words. The strength to move with him in sync quickly left you when Jace suddenly reached down and traced little patterns on your neglected clit and the fire enveloping you consumed you wholly, your mind clouded with fog as Jace took over, his own movements sloppy.

“C’mere, my love.” He murmured and you gladly opened your arms, his strength surprising you once again as he leaned back and lifted you with him. You gasped as he gently helped you sit down on him, your hair pooling around your shoulders as you both looked down to where you were joined, his length disappearing inside your weeping cunt.

The angle changed everything. You felt full, he was so much deeper than before and your thighs were shaking as you wound your arms around his neck and hid your face against his lean neck. Jace soothed you gently, his hand caressing your back as you simply existed like this for a while.

“Let me do the work now, hm?” He suggested softly near your ear and you nodded limbless, feeling as if you could feel him all the way up in your stomach like this. You never wanted to part from him.

Jace’s hands wandered down over your backside until he could squeeze your warm flesh and began to rock you forwards, each push making your clit drag over his abdomen and catapulting you into yet another new world of pleasure. You stifled your groan by softly biting into his shoulder and your husband approved, tilting his head back so you could pepper his skin with kisses and tiny bites.

You let him do whatever he wanted with you and soon, Jace fucked up into you, making you nearly scream as you raced towards your end, your slick painting his thighs and lower stomach. You could not think and clung to his body, breathing heavily into his ear as you shivered from each thrust he delivered.

Jacaerys was not far behind you.

“You’re close, I can feel it.” He murmured, his fingers brushing over your cheeks as he lifted your head from his shoulder and stared deep into your eyes. “You are so beautiful, ñuha jorrāeliarzy…I want to feel you, want to see you come in my arms.”

You whimpered, feverishly rocking your hips on his cock, your hand sneaking down your body but being caught by Jace’s. He kissed it before he cupped your core, two of his fingers sliding over your aching clit as he fucked up into you, hissing.

“I’m close-“ He warned you, sweat gathering at his brow as he took in your beautiful sight.

“Me too…” A disbelieving chuckle left you and Jace wanted to melt, bringing your lips together for one last passionate kiss before he felt both your bodies movements seize their inevitable ends.

“Come for me, princess.” Jace kissed you wantingly, helping you move before he felt your cunt contract around him wildly. “Let go, my sweet little wife…” The same words he had spoken to you at the inn, where it all started.

You burst apart into a field of heavenly stars.

Tightly clinging to Jace, you rode through your orgasm, a few overwhelmed tears of yours dripping down on his collarbones as he held you tightly against him. Seconds later, Jace felt himself coming inside of you, a strong tidal wave washing over him as the rocking of your hips in his lap stilled. You were boneless, completely spent, and gladly collapsed into his embrace.

Tiny aftershocks went through your body and your hot breath bounced off his skin as he soothingly stroked over your back with his own shaky hand. Sweet nothings were whispered in your ear and you never wanted to get off him.

“Avy jorrāelan.” You breathed against his lips, both of your eyes filled with so much love, it made your chest hurt. “I love you so much, Jace…”

He raised your trembling hand to his lips, kissing the ring on your finger before he did the same to your cheek, your temple and at last, your lips. “I love you, my queen. Now and for all the days still ahead of us.”

He was yours and you were his.

And with the scales of your dragons on your ring finger, it was always going to be just like this.

Jacaerys and you, forever.

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demigod-shenanigans · 2 months ago

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Jason thinks love needs to be earned. The only love in tiny Jason’s world that ever came without strings was Thalia’s, but he was so young when they got separated that he barely remembers her. His mom abandoned him but surely she had her reasons. Maybe he just wasn’t a good enough son.

So he tries to be a good strong wolf and then a good little soldier, for Lupa’s approval and Camp Jupiter’s approval and because maybe if he earns enough points on the achievement scoreboard his dad will come see him. Maybe his dad will love him. If he hasn’t yet, it’s just because Jason hasn’t tried hard enough.

And his friendship with Reyna feeds into this mindset. It’s not anything Reyna says or does. But Reyna is guarded—understandably so, considering she’s extremely traumatized and lived the first ten years of her life knowing love mostly as a thing that could blow up in your face at any given moment. Of course she’s slow to trust and even slower to love.

It takes time for her to let herself love Jason.

And she doesn’t love him because of some achievement scoreboard, or because he’s a good soldier, but Jason doesn’t know that. Jason just sees that Reyna is his friend now, so apparently he’s gotten a good grade in being a friend through his achievements. His dad may not love him yet, but Reyna loves him, so clearly it’s possible to earn love and the world works exactly how he always assumed it did.

And then he meets Leo and Piper. Leo and Piper who love each other without terms and conditions. Who get in trouble together and make fun of each other and would die for each other in a heartbeat. There were no grand gestures or heroic achievements that caused that love to happen. It just did. They just looked at each other and knew they were meant to be friends.

And they love Jason, too. Even after they realize their memories of him aren’t real, they stick with him. Even when he keeps messing up, which in his world should get friendship points docked and make their love go away, they keep loving him anyway.

Jason sees Leo make his little pipe cleaner helicopter and immediately asks if they’re actually friends, because he may not even remember who he is, but surely he hasn’t done enough to earn the friendship of someone that cool. In MoA he talks to Piper about how he keeps being knocked out and having to be saved and how that makes him a terrible hero. He tells her he doesn’t deserve her when she tries to reassure him.

But Leo and Piper keep loving him anyway. They met the version of Jason that’s a mess before they ever met the Jason that’s capable and heroic and they still love him. Leo loves Jason so much he dies to keep him safe.

Leo loves the Jason that laughs at his stupid jokes and plays video games with him and gets stupid competitive about it. He loves the Jason that’s a nerd about Ancient Rome and the Jason who is kind and the Jason who’s unsure what the future holds and what he wants it to look like. He loves the Jason who’s a bit childish and cannot cook to save his life and has a terrible taste in movies.

When Piper is trying to comfort Jason when he almost dies, she doesn’t talk about his heroics. She talks about Jason when he was happy, with a goofy grin on his face and marshmallows stuck in his hair.

All his life Jason thought there was a certain version of himself he had to be in order to earn love. A mold he had to somehow fit himself into, no matter how uncomfortably it fit. And here Leo and Piper are, loving him even when he’s not exactly the fearless hero leader everyone’s expected him to be all his life. Even when he doesn’t know who he wants to be, or what he wants to do with his life. Even when he tells them that maybe he hates being a leader.

And Jason wonders if that’s what love is supposed to be. If he’s been doing it wrong his entire life. If maybe Reyna could have loved that version of him, too, if he’d let her see it.

But he’s so afraid of the answer to that question—so afraid that the girl he considers his platonic soulmate won’t like who he is now—that he never lets himself find out.

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promenadewithme · 1 year ago

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Glorious

a/n: I'm so sad that I accidentally lost the request for this! Long story short, I posted the unfinished story instead of saving it to my drafts, so I deleted it. It's been too long since I last posted and I promise I'll try to do so more often!! Also, this is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it's terrible!

Request: Cedric smut after quidditch practice

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Female! Reader

Warnings: smut (obviously), switch! Cedric (mostly sub), switch! Reader (mostly dom), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!!), edging, orgasm denial, friends cockblocking ced (poor baby), dirty talk, slight breeding kink, praise and degradation.

Word count: I have no idea, but A LOT. More than I expected, to be honest. I want to say 4k of smut? (Don't come at me, I'm horny)

If you like this, reblog or (if you can and want to) buy me a coffee!

Glorious.

That was the word that came to mind as the one and only Cedric Diggory flew after the snitch. Autumn had just begun but summer has left its heat. And that left Cedric shirtless during training.

He was far away from where you sat, but his lean muscles glowed under the sun, leaving goosebumps on your skin despite the heatwave.

With or without a shirt, seeing your boyfriend train was a huge turn-on. His brows furrowed in concentration, his muscles straining to stay balanced on the broom, his agility and keen eye, the competitiveness of it all.

Of course, in the end, it was just a bunch if people playing with balls of all shapes and sizes. You were particularly a big fan of fondling in the bedroom, so why not cheer your boyfriend on while he did the same?

'Ok, maybe not the same. But we can't all be athletic.' You thought, just as Cedric laid eyes on the snitch.

"Come on, Ced!" You cheered, jumping up and down in the stands along with some of the other player's significant others and Hufflepuff supporters.

He flew quicker by the second, reaching out into the clouds. The golden ball was fast, but Cedric was faster. Soon enough, he caught the snitch and both teams went wild for their seeker.

Even though it was just a practice game, you cheered and jumped. Cedric caught your eyes from the other side of the field and flew toward you.

Every game he did the same thing, it became your tradition. The moment he caught the snitch, he flew your way for a celebratory kiss before touching the ground to cheer with his teammates.

"Hello, darling" he said with a huge grin before connecting his lips with yours.

Cedric deepened the kiss, urging you to part your lips with a brush of his tongue. You felt the saltiness as you swiped your own against his lips, but you didn't mind.

His warm tongue connected with yours a second later, causing a tingling sensation between your legs.

Cedric pulled away entirely too quickly, leaving you closed-eyed and chasing his lips. With a cocky grin and a wink, he flew down to where his team had already started removing their gear.

He would definitely pay for his teasing later. For now, you hiked your skirt a bit higher and went to meet him beside the locker rooms.

The two of you locked eyes and you made sure to sway your hips a bit more. His gaze scanned your body hungrily.

Due to the warm weather, you had removed your socks and tie, as well as opened your shirt. It hadn't been on purpose, but you were glad you did. If looks could kill, you'd be splayed and torn apart on Cedric's dick. Your thighs squeezed together in anticipation.

"(y/n)! Wait!" Exclaimed Luna, trotting down the bleachers.

You cursed under your breath and Cedric laughed before going into the changing rooms.

You loved Luna, she was one of your closest friends, but reading the room was definitely not one of her strong suits.

"Hi" she sighed, going in for a tight hug.

"Hey, Luna" you hugged her back just as tightly.

"Would you like to study potions later? I could use your help"

"Sure." You answered, starting down the stairs again, Luna trailing beside you "Lake or library?"

"Oh, library. The lake has too many distractions, I have to stay focused this time."

"Alright, after Snape’s class?"

"Yes, that will work perfectly." She nodded, wrote it down on her hand and turned to leave before glancing back with a smirk "have a nice time with Cedric, but do try not to get caught."

You stood there gobsmacked.

Purposely cockblocked by Luna Lovegood.

You laughed before heading towards the locker room.

Two players headed out, waving your way, as you leaned against the wall opposite of where Cedric was.

Fifteen more minutes went by and three players had left. You crossed your arms and sighed.

'What in Merlin's name is taking so long?' You asked yourself, patience growing thinner by the minute.

When your watch marked twenty-five minutes since the players went in, the 6th player left and Cedric was still nowhere to be found.

You decided to wait five more minutes.

'You're just being impatient. Calm the hell down, (y/n)' you told yourself, taking a deep breath.

But 30 minutes was too much. Not for you, but for Cedric. He bathes like there's a ticking time bomb in the showers.

'Is he hurt?' The thought crossed your mind and your feet lead you inside.

The air was humid and hot around you.

"Cedric?" You whisper-yelled "I swear to Merlin, if you're dead in here, I'll kill you."

A groan made you stop in your tracks.

"Cedric?" You called out, moving towards the deep breathing.

Rounding the corner, you found a sight picked straight out of your dirtiest maladaptive daydreams.

Your boyfriend was naked and wet. Cedric's left hand tried to grip the wall, beads of water trailing down his tense biceps and lower. It flowed down his torso and lower even, to where his right hand held a tight grip around his cock, pumping up and down in a slow and sensual pace.

"Took you long enough" he said, a smirk on his face.

Striding towards him, you smirked right back. Removing your uniform and shoes, then, ever so slowly, your underwear. A groaning Cedric quickened his pace at the sight of you.

You entered the shower, closing the water, as Cedric released his dick and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him.

He went straight for your lips, just as slow and sensual as his former pace.

Your hands went separate ways. One towards his hair, that pulled the short strands back to break the kiss. The other wrapped around his arousal, stroking till the tip.

The mixture of both sensations had Cedric moaning your name fervently.

"Who said you could start without me?" You whispered in his ear.

"Didn't mean to, didn't think you'd take this long to come find me" he replied, kissing your neck right where he knew your knees would go weak.

"You'll still have to pay for your hastiness."

"You know I love your punishments, darling" he grins and catches your lips in a passionate kiss. Tongues circling, teeth clashing and bodies drawing impossibly closer.

Your hand started stroking his swollen flesh again, drawling low and soft moans from his lips.

"I know, love." You soothed, but your hand only moved faster, your grip tighter.

A string of curses escaped his lips.

"(y/n)" he whimpered.

"You're so close, aren't you?" You cooed.

"So close, so close" he answered frantically.

"Not quite yet, I can't let you off the hook that easily." You said, halting your movements.

He let out a dissapointed groan.

"Don't be ungrateful, darling." You teased, "You'll come soon enough"

A bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip. You gathered it in your thumb and brought it to your lips, sucking the saltiness seductively.

Cedric's pupils were blown wide and an almost primal look took over his features.

You grabbed his neck and kissed him with everything you had, doing all the things you knew would drive him wild, then pulled away. He was left closed eyed, chasing your lips.

But you hadn't had all your fun yet. With a grin on your face, you turned around and headed towards your clothes.

"Darling?" he asked.

You ignored him, putting on your shirt and probably missing a few buttons in the process. You saw Cedric grab his towel, a confused look on his face. You put on your skirt and threw your lace underwear his way. He grabbed them with slightly wide eyes.

"I'd get ready quickly if I were you. If I wait too long for you, I might start by myself." with a wink, you left a bungling Cedric hurriedly drying himself.

You let out a low giggle while strutting out the locker rooms. You were leaving the field when Cedric caught up with you, shirt half open, your lace panties between his teeth, and still buttoning up his pants.

You stifled a giggle at the sight and walked faster. He tripped, but managed to catch himself.

Before long, he was fully dressed and walking fast beside you, glancing your way every few seconds with a giddy smile on his face.

That is, until Harry Potter started calling after him.

His eyes widened slightly, he grabbed your arm and said "Don't you dare stop walking"

With a playful smile on your face, you released your arm from his grip and turned towards the griffindor.

"Hello, Harry!" You smiled widely, mosty because of the impatient look on Cedric's face.

"Hey, (y/n)," he turned towards your boyfriend "Cedric, can I talk to you for a second?" the boy looked at you for a split second before returning his gaze to Cedric "Alone."

"Actually, we-"

"Of course! Take your time, Harry!" You answered, overly amiable.

As you started walking away, Cedric grabbed your arm again.

"(y/n)'s not feeling very well, I have to take care of her. Can we do this another time?"

"Oh, nonsense! You know I can take care of myself." You said, untangling yourself from him, "Besides, I feel much better now. I might even -"

Your words were cut off as Cedric pulled you against his chest.

"I'm sure (y/n) won't tell a soul, there's nothing you can say to me that you can't say to her."

Harry reluctantly started saying something about some girl. Maybe Cho? Ginny? You had no idea. You were too busy feeling Cedric's hard cock against your backside, his hands pressing at your stomach to hold you as close as possible.

You looked up at him and he had a smug look on his face. He knew what he was doing.

His lips were moving, but all you could thing about was his dick inside you, pounding over and over again until your whole body shook.

"What do you think, (y/n)?"

Your name pulls you back from your lustful state and you realise the words came from Harry. He looked doubtful and insecure. You understood him, you'd been in a similar situation after all. Who never has? Pining after someone and not knowing if they'll ever want you back? Too shy and insecure to do anything about it? It was a universal experience.

"I think that I never would have told Cedric about my feelings if he didn't make the first move. I never would have told him how I felt and we wouldn't be together now." You held Cedric's hands on your stomach and smiled at the memory of him first coming to speak with you.

"I think that you will never know how she feels if you never ask. Life is about taking risks. Sometimes it doesn't work out, but that only means that person wasn't the one for you. You are remarkable, Harry Potter. If anyone does not want you it's their loss, not yours. And if they do want you, they'll be extremely lucky to have you."

The boy was blushing by the end of your speech and Cedric smiled down at you.

"D'you really think so?" he asked, but a smile pulled at his lips.

"I do." you answered sincerely.

"Ok, Potter, cheers mate. We gotta go." Cedric said, taking your hand, not waiting for a reply before jogging through the halls, dragging you along with him.

Your laughter echoed through the halls and your stomach clenched in anticipation. Cedric lead you down the stairs and past the kitchens, his face no longer humorous.

He tapped the rhythm to "Helga Hufflepuff" on the right barrel and immediately pushed through, pulling you along with him. You both made your way to his dorm, thanking Merlin once again that prefects have individual rooms.

The click of the lock closing resonated through the room and the only noise left was your heavy breathing as you gazed as one another.

You made the first move, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and leaving it to fall on the floor. Cedric watched, unmoving, as you unzipped your skirt and let it fall as well.

You leaned against the door and he looked at you with a predatory gaze, but you both knew who was in charge.

"Kneel." you commanded and Cedric immediately obeyed, falling to his knees in front of you, holding the back of your thighs.

"Did I say you could touch me?" you asked, raking your hands through his hair.

He removed his hands from you, but begged "I need you so much, please. Can I make you come?" his pupils were blown wide, his brows furrowed, and his erection pressing against his pants.

"Only because you asked so nicely" you answered sweetly and Cedric sighed, his head falling to your mound.

His hands massaged your buttocks as he gave you kisses so close yet so far to where you needed him most.

"Now," you breathed "you are going to give me head and make me cum. Can you do that, baby?"

"Please," he whimpered, kissing your mound, "wanna taste you so bad, darling."

"Go ahead, Ced."

He immediately complied, hiking your right leg over his shoulder and licking from your entrance to your clit. You gasped, steadying yourself against the wall and he moaned against you.

"Always taste so good, my love."

Cedric licked and sucked like a starved man, tearing moan after moan from you.

"Cedric" you whimpered, gripping his hair to bring him closer or push him away. You didn't even know anymore.

He swirled his tongue around your clit before lowering his mouth to your entrance again and plunging his tongue inside. Your groan was loud enough for anyone in the hufflepuff common room and adjacent to hear as he fucked you slowly with his tongue.

"Just like that, baby."

He complied, keeping the same rhythm. In and out, in and out.

Your walls started clenching and warmth spread across your lower stomach, but it still wasn't enough.

"I need more." you said, looking down at him.

Like a good boy, he started stroking your clit with his thumb and worked his tongue faster.

Like that wasn't enough, he looked up at you and just the sight of him on his knees for you, with disheveled hair, eating you out while his spare hand stroked his cock would have brought on your first orgasm.

Your body shook and your knees gave out, but Cedric still held you and kept using his tongue to help you ride out your high.

When it was too much, you pulled his head away from your core by his hair.

"You were so good, my love." You caressed his face "Until you started touching yourself."

"I wasn't going to make myself come, I swear." He stood up "I just wanted to feel good."

"I'll make you feel good, baby." you dragged your finger and nails down his torso, leaving goosebumps as you told him to lie down on the bed.

"Finish taking your clothes off," you said, looking around "I want you naked when I get on that bed."

Finding what you were looking for, you crawled over your boyfriend's body and sat down on top of his erection. The direct contact with your heat made him swear.

You put his arms above his head and bound his wrists to the headboard with your house's tie.

"Please, I swear I won't touch myself." he pulled at the tie "I just wanna touch you, darling."

"Oh, I can't let you do that." you propped your hands on his chest and started a tortuously slow drag of your hips up and down his length, "You've been misbehaving a lot this afternoon. You only get to touch me when you've been a good boy."

"I'll be a good boy, I promise." he whimpered.

"We'll see about that." you answered, grinding a bit faster against him.

His hands were white from pulling at the tie, his breathing laboured and his hips shaking with restraint.

You leaned forward, your breasts falling to his face, "Suck on them."

He leaned towards them and captured your left nipple with his mouth. His nibbling and sucking tore moans from you and made you fasten your pace on his cock.

"Gonna come soon." he managed before turning his attention to your right nipple.

You took his jaw in your hand and kissed him passionately before resting your forehead against his.

His cock started twitching beneath you and Merlin if it didn't bring you an instant from your second orgasm, but you pulled away all at once.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and his dick kept spasming, his hips bulking.

Cedric whimpered.

"I know, I know." you cooed "You're doing so good, but I'm not done punishing you just yet."

You connected your lips one last time before making your way to the foot of the bed, caressing his leg as you walked. The growing wetness and incessant pulse between your thighs made you clench them.

"You did so good at training today, Ced." you praised him, "And you looked so handsome, too."

You got on the bed once more, between his legs this time, and he looked down at you.

"Wanted your pretty cock in my mouth the whole time."

He moaned as you started stroking his length, a bead of pre-cum falling onto your hand.

"Please, I want to be inside you." he begged, thrusting into your hand.

"Soon enough, my love." you answered kissing his tip, earning you a hiss "Have patience."

Your mouth watered as you looked at his engorged member, hard against his abs. All flustered cheeks, glistening skin, and shallow breaths, Cedric awaited your next move.

"Glorious." You breathed to yourself, but the seeker flushed even more from the praise.

Your eyes went back to his cock and the vein on the underside was your first target. You heard his moan as you licked him from base to tip, then took him inside your mouth all at once.

His hips bulked and his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Your pulse quickened everywhere.

Bobbing your head up and down, sucking harder at the head, you pushed Cedric closer to the edge.

He moaned your name like a prayer, over and over, and you kept up your pace even as tears fell from your eyes and drool spread down your chin.

"Touch my balls." He gasped and you complied, smiling around him.

You cupped and massaged his scrotum, already heavy with cum and you imagined all that inside of you. Moaning at the thought, you gave Cedric one last suck before getting up on your knees to untie him.

His hands flew to your hips and his lips to yours.

"You had your fun, darling, now it's my turn." he said, voice deep and eyes dark. His pupils were so dilated you could barely see the usual grey.

Holding your body to his, he flipped the both of you and looked down at you with one arm holding his weight beside your body, the other hand softly grazing your body.

"Hello, gorgeous." he smiled, diving to kiss you.

You kissed him back, tongues caressing each other and hands roaming.

Two fingers slid from your entrance to your clit and you shuddered.

"So wet for me, aren't you?" he took his digits to his lips and sucked them clean, you bit your bottom lip to contain a moan.

The sight alone could have made you cum.

"I need you to use your words, darling. I'm going to fuck you into the mattress right now, alright?" he said, caressing your face.

The contrast between his words and his tenderness had you squirming "Please." was all you could manage.

Taking his swollen cock, he teased you, dragging the head up and down your slit then circling your clit.

"Hurry!" you whined and he immediately obliged, completely sheathing his cock in your entrance.

Both gasping, your walls clenched around him and Cedric steadied himself against the bed.

Your mingling breaths evened out a bit before Cedric slowly pulled out until the tip and rutted back in again.

One of your hands shot up to hold his biceps while the other splayed against his back.

His length hit deep, hard and slow, making you dizzy.

He moaned your name in your ear, hair brushing the side of your face. Your legs made their way around his waist, letting him hit even deeper and you clenched harder around him.

"Fuck, darling." he groaned, quickening his pace "Need you to come for me, can you do that?"

His every thrust lead you to your second orgasm. How deep he hit, the moans and grunts he let out, how every plunge of his hips rubbed against you clit, the look he had in his eyes.

Every one of your muscles clenched and shook, Cedric moaned, and you let out a cry as blinding pleasure exploded through your body.

Even as you came down from your high, the thrusts didn't stop. If anything, they were harder and faster.

Cedric pulled out and turned you over, bringing your ass towards him. He plunged himself in again and continued his thrusts just as deep and fast as before.

You bit the pillow as he gave your ass a smack, but he still heard your low groan.

"You like that, don't you?" he spanked you again, a bit harder this time, and you cried out "My pretty little cock slut."

You moaned incoherently as he hit just the right spot over and over.

"Gonna come inside you, darling." he grunted.

Grabbing one of his hands placed on your hips, you looked back at him and, as always, the sight was glorious.

Cedric could have been sculpted by the gods themselves, with a layer of sweat that made his skin glow, veins and lean muscles bulging, and sexual prowess you were sure no human should have been made to have.

Interlacing your fingers, he looked into your eyes then shot his head up and his thrusts became sloppier. His dick started swelling inside you and you moaned. He was close and so were you.

"Fill me up, Ced. Wanna be so full of you." was the last thing you managed to say before your walls clenched tightly around him and you let out a silent scream.

Cedric poured out a string of curses and gave one final deep thrust before you felt his release coat your walls. Breathing laboured and bodies exhausted, he fell to his side and brought your body with him.

"You did so good, baby." he praised, kissing your hair, then asked sweetly "Do you need anything? Water, a bath?"

You turned around and curled into him "Just you."

He smiled and kissed your forehead "You'll always have me."

"I love you." you murmured into his chest.

Cedric's heart swelled in his chest and he said "I love you." but you were already asleep.

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theambitiouswoman · 2 years ago

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Signs you’re dating a high-value guy:

He cares about seeing you play at your best

A great guy has no interest in seeing you scale back your ambitions so that he can feel good about himself.

On the contrary, he loves to see you flourish. For him, supporting your success only means more excitement and adventure. He loves seeing what you make of your life and cares about protecting your dreams.

In short, the high-value guy lives to see you playing at an extraordinary level.

He isn’t afraid of you over-taking him

Guys worth dating aren’t fussed about out-earning you or worried about who is further ahead in their career.

He won’t get insecure because you happen to be a lawyer or have a PhD, nor will he fret about your substantial paycheck. He doesn’t measure his life in competition with yours, because (would you believe it?) he has self-esteem and measures his life on more than just achievement.

He wants to provide for you

This one might seem like it immediately invalidates the previous point, but it doesn’t.

Here’s why: Even though he’s fine with you over-taking him financially, a high-value guy still wants to be someone who can provide for you in all kinds of ways.

This doesn’t mean he wants to pay for everything, but he’ll work hard to be the kind of man who can protect and serve you, whether by being emotionally strong, financially independent, or by being able to treat you to incredible experiences and indulgent surprises.

He’s turned on by your independence

“Damsel in constant distress” is not sexy to a high-value guy.

A man worth being with delights in seeing you handle your own life (even if he loves to help now and then), and will want to encourage anything that promotes your autonomy and independence.

While every man loves to feel needed, only insecure daddy-type guys seek to acquire importance by seeing you helpless and entirely dependent on them.

He’s responsive to your needs, even if he doesn’t always get them right first time

Ok, he might not know the *exact* words that turn you on most right away, or he might not realise that “quality time” is your love language, or he may not know that handwritten birthday cards make you melt.

But he learns. And responds when he drops the ball and gets it wrong.

The best guy isn’t a mind-reader, but he is an expert at following the signs if you make them clear enough.

Just enjoy it (and for god’s sake let him know how happy his effort makes you – positive reinforcement works!). Showing him that you notice and appreciate his listening skills is the best way to get more of it.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice to come and help you out of a bind

You’re in trouble? You need help with your university paper and want someone to come and read it at 4am the night before submission? You need to be saved from your family?

He’ll jump out of bed and into his car to come and save you before you’ve even put down the phone. He might not like the “damsel in constant distress”, but the “damsel having an occasional freak out” will make him drive all night like a knight riding to save a princess.

He won’t take your crap

Be warned: high-value guys have high expectations. If you’re ok with that, this will only raise your game.

He’s strong, and that means he doesn’t put up with draining people in his life.

He has no interest in indulging complaining and doesn’t have time to waste endlessly going over old problems or moaning about the past.

If you’re being unreasonable, he’ll tell you. To your face. Like a man. In other words, be ready for a guy who will stand up for himself and won’t stand for being walked over.

He takes care of his life with minimal fuss

High value guys limit the amount of time they spend wallowing in self-pity after a setback. They are responsive in the face of failure and spring into action at the sight of problems rather than falling apart.

Of course, he’s still human. And vulnerable. Which is a good thing. So sometimes he’ll need love and reassurance that everything will be ok. But then he’ll be back on his feet and fighting to get a grip again.

When the castle crumbles, he’s the one who starts stacking bricks to rebuild the fortress.

He cares about keeping small promises

In the book The Road by Cormac McCarthy, the son tells his father: “If you break little promises, you’ll break big ones.”

This is essentially the philosophy of a high value guy. It’s his code. He doesn’t feel ok simply shrugging his shoulders when he promised to pick up your shopping on the way home and just forgot. He kicks himself when he promised he’d book that restaurant and it totally slipped his mind.

The idea of not living up to his word is death to him. As it should be for all of us.

Speaking of which…

He chooses his words carefully

A guy who is great relationship material says nothing idly. He doesn’t make empty proclamations of love that he doesn’t feel in his heart.

He won’t say trite phrases or go through the motions if he thinks he’s just using cheap sentiment to soothe you without addressing the real problem.

If he says he adores you, he means it.

He’ll comfort you. He’ll stroke your hair and tell you you’re incredible. But he won’t make everything sound easy or simple when it’s not. Because he cares about big ideas like Truth and Honesty.

He wants to improve without needing to be asked

Great guys are always looking for ways to be better.

He doesn’t want to get healthy because you asked him to, he wants to do it because he takes pride in caring about his body.

He reads books not to show off, but because he takes education seriously.

He seeks adventure not to impress you, but because he wants to grab life and suck up experiences while he’s on this earth.

He seeks success because he wants to fulfil his potential, not because he arbitrarily wants a bigger paycheck.

At his core, he’s self-motivated. That might sometimes mean he tries a bit harder than he needs to, but that’s a much better problem to have than having a lazy man who never makes an effort.

He’ll “grasp nettles”

I stole this one from advertising genius David Ogilvy, who wrote “leaders grasp nettles”.

What Ogilvy meant by this is that leaders in life are willing to do the difficult action that no-one else will. This is the same of any high-value guy. He doesn’t run from the difficult or sensitive conversation. He confronts problems. He makes the difficult phone call.

He doesn’t put off troubles hoping they’ll just blow over. Which is why others respect him and look up to him.

He’ll invest in the relationship without losing himself in it

Maybe it sounds romantic to think of the Edward Cullen obsessive-love type boyfriend, but in the real world a high-value guy is capable of falling loving without obsessing (he can still be passionate and intense, just not in the creepy stalker-esque way vampire romance novels portray it).

Guys who are well-balanced have multiple sources of joy in their world. Friends. Family. Fulfilling work. Because they’ve learnt how to be happy being single first (as I’ve spoken about before).

All of these are important to him, even if eventually you become the most important thing to him.

He listens to what you tell him and responds

As mentioned earlier, high value guys want to make you happy. And this means they listen. They look for clues. They are endlessly curious about you as their partner and want to understand your mind.

You’ll usually see this in the amount of thought he puts into gifts and trips, particularly if it involves things he’s clearly decided based on your previous conversations.

Of course, that does NOT mean he’ll always get it right. Even high-value guys will sometimes get it completely wrong and screw up badly (we have to be realistic, after all). But crucially, he’ll keep trying to fulfil your needs. He’ll remember when he messed up and adjust his behaviour. And if you communicate your standards well, he’ll strive to live up to them.

He has unique pairings

High value guys, like high value women, don’t rely on a single personality trait.

He can be intellectual and deep, but he can also be exciting and totally silly. He’s comfortable being sexual, but he’s also a gentleman and has class. He’s fiercely loyal, but ready to double-down on his principles when his view differs from everyone else’s.

The best people always embody both sides of the coin.

He builds a future with you

The high-value guy who is serious about you will want to make you the strongest team in the world. He’s loyal and wants to find ways to bring you closer together, which means he thinks about the future with you and discusses it openly.

That doesn’t mean he’ll necessarily move quickly, but it does mean he wants to invest in the relationship and make your emotional connection stronger so that he can share his world with you.

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neerons · 5 months ago

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Some of Leon Dompteur's best quotes

"Leon Dompteur. My favorite food is meat and alcohol. Hmm? Alcohol isn't food? Haha, that's true."

"You can imagine I'm some fictional character you like if that works better."

"Never mind the roses—it feels like I'm the one wilting without you in my arms. What then? What if I shrivel up and die while you're gone?"

"(...) Well, I'd rather be liked by you than a bunch of random women."

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight? Hey, I just meant sleeping! What were you thinking?"

"I swear, you're the bravest woman I've ever met. (...) I promise, we'll bring you home. That's the one thing I'm not backing down on. And... Don't do anything reckless." (—Leon telling Emma he'll save her along with his brothers from Obsidian)

"If you're struggling, it's okay to show me. I'm not gonna think less of you for it. So don't force yourself to smile."

"No running, no hiding, no looking away. If you need to cry, look at me and cry."

"When I opened my eyes again, I gazed at the woman before me in awe. She was so stunning that I regretted closing my eyes and even blinking." (—Leon's thoughts)

"I've always wanted to see you in a dress that I picked out... then strip you."

"(...) I'll come duel with you as soon as I'm done here." (—Leon keeping his promise to Licht)

"Good girl."

"But... I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you... for so long."

"A special skill of mine, huh...? Oh, there's one I can think of right away. I bet I could beat anyone at competitive eating."

"I don't blame him for being charmed, though. She's just that amazing. Emma, you have no idea how much your presence means to me." (—Leon's thoughts about Jin and Emma)

"Good work. Even if no one else is watching you work hard, I will. Okay?"

"You must have taken quite a liking to her to go warning her like that. It was nice of you." (—Leon talking about Emma to Chevalier)

"Why don't I save everyone a lot of trouble and cut the lot of you down right now?" (—Leon to drunken men)

"Ever since I met you... the me I thought I'd killed... the me I thought was gone... he can't stop shouting to the heavens how happy he is."

"Owwww! What the hell? (...) you could at least wake me up some other way." (—Leon being woken up by Chevalier)

"I think it's actually kind of cute. It's meant to look like a rabbit, right?" (—Leon talking about Clavis' food to Clavis, Emma and Nokto)

"I can finally tell you what I've always wanted to tell you. Emma... I love you."

"What matters is that you haven't become a victim for the kingdom. Just knowing that is enough to reassure me. (...) She knew none of you would welcome her, yet she came here as the emperor's representative, to find peace for us all. Is there any of you with more resolve than that?" (—Leon defending Emma during an official meeting)

"Accepting who you are, and being able to open your heart to the people you love—that's what makes us strong."

"(...) I want to flirt with you. Please?"

"I can't be the only one left with a one-track mind. I need you to be as crazy for me as I am for you." (—Leon's thoughts)

"Sorry, I know I sound like a broken record, but you look so fine in that beautiful dress. I wish I had a picture of you to frame."

"She's the silver lining in my clouds, my sun who makes my future bright. When I think about her, I'm filled with the courage to face whatever may come my way. She's truly an amazing woman and the light of my life." (—Leon talking about Emma)

"Maybe instead of the one doing the savoring, you'd prefer to be savored?"

"I adore you. Even if I were to make the entire world my enemy, I'll never let go of you."

"I want to melt you with my touch until you're left crying my name into the night." (—Leon's thoughts)

"I want you to be at my side just as you are, I want you to be my queen just as you are."

"There's only one thing that I can think of that would help stop me being so reckless. (...) Mmm... I don't know, it seems a bit too easy to just go ahead and tell you. Why don't you guess? (...) And every time you get it wrong, I get to kiss or touch you. How does that sound? (...) Can you even think coherently when you're this wet and needy?"

"Honestly, you can call for me even if nothing happens. I don't mind. I'd still gladly come running."

"Every time we touch, every time we kiss, every time we say we love each other, my feelings for you grow stronger."

"If we continue, you're going to see me possibly the horniest I've ever been in my life."

"Sorry, kid, but you were born way too late. Plus, she's already spoken for. But at least he has good taste." (—Leon's thoughts about a boy asking Emma to marry him)

"You're so beautiful that I don't know what to do with myself."

"I'm so harsh on you first thing in the morning, aren't I? (...) I ate my fill, but now I already want you again."

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listofwhyyouloveher · 1 month ago

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I BEG, the gang with a crush in roller derby? Like crush carries skates around all the time, crush always has bruises on their legs, crush wins almost every match and goes bummed out when they don't. Just some derby stuff!!

Summary: The Outsiders x Roller Derby! Reader Warnings: none Authors Note: Is this my sign to get into roller derby PONYBOY has no clue what roller derby is. He didn't even know you did a sport until a few months into knowing you. He'd always notice the bruises and bandages on your legs and once he asked he was even more confused. You have to explain to him what roller derby is, basically step by step. He's always a little worried for you, asking you to wear kneepads and other sorts of protective gear when you go to play a match. He'll always treat you to ice cream after you win too! JOHNNY knows what roller derby is because every night a couple of girls skate past his house and when he was young he used to watch them go by. He think's its an admirable sport to get into, considering how bruised and battered you can get. He doesn't really like going to your matches because something about floor burns and seeing you get hurt just twists his stomach. Nevertheless, he'll wait outside for you, hugging you even if you didn't win. He will probably never try rollerblading with you, but maybe skateboarding if you ask nicely. SODAPOP actually used to watch rollerderby. It was always when he was surfing channels and drunk off of a couple of beers, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He loves watching your games and get really rowdy at them. He's got so much spirit you'd think it was a superbowl game. Soda wants to try skates but he's not sure how he would fair, so he's fine just walking with you. He's definetly telling all the gang members that his girlfriend can solo all of their girlfriends because you're so incredibly strong to him. STEVE thinks rollerderby is the tuffest thing a girl can do. He's so into it and he thinks the bruises and bandages just make you look like a really cool greaser. He actually skateboards, so everytime you go out to skate he's coming with you. He thinks your games are the most entertaining things to watch and he's thinking about getting a rollerskate tattoo on his other arm. He knows your whole team by both their game name and by their real name and he fits in perfectly with them. TWO BIT thinks what you're doing is incredibly dangerous. He'll remind you every once and a while but he'll never act on it because he loves watching you skate and be happy just as much are you like skating. He wants you to teach his sister how to skate so she can get to school easier and he bought her and you a pair of matching hot pink ones after saving up enough money. He's actually a little intimidated by you because he thinks that you're actually stronger than him. DARRY hates you doing rollerderby. Not because he doesn't want you to be happy or anything, but he sees how much pain it can cause you and he gets frustrated that you're so carefree. He'll never try to pull you from the game though, and when you lose he'll list everything you did well even though it sort of hurt him to watch. He's always attending to your wounds and making sure you're not in more pain that you need to be. DALLAS thinks you're probably the tuffest chick in Tulsa. He watches you practice when he walks by and tries to stop in on some of your games. He's always there when you win, or he tries to get a recap of what happened. The rest of the gang just think he's being weird about a new sport but they're starting to get a clue that he likes you because all he talks about when he gets tipsy is how you massacred your competition in a game once. He'll NEVER pick up skating though. He thinks rollerskates are for girls, (he's fallen down when he was a kid and never got back on them).

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worldheadcanons · 2 years ago

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Can you do Axis x reader x Allies? They are all fighting for reader's love.

☆ axis vs allies: fighting for your love!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and north italy, germany, japan, america, + china.

author notes; this was super fun, i imagined it to be a sort of otome game scenario with multiple routes. like the protagonist/reader goes on dates with everyone until they choose just one person to be with. i couldn’t fit all the main allies in here, sorry anon! lmk if you want a part two for them or any other characters.

feliciano vargas!

— he knows that his colleagues are also interested in you. he’s not particularly discouraged though because, really, who wouldn’t be? you were attractive, intelligent, thoughtful— the whole package. vargas knows he has his own unique charms, traits that the allies and even the another axis don’t have. feliciano is cute and he knows how to use that to his advantage. alfred is cute too, but in a different way. he doubts the boisterous american could sweep you off your feet like he could.

— in terms of competition he views francis and ludwig as his biggest enemies. feliciano is smart enough to not let anyone ruin his personal relationships, so he doesn’t hold any real ill will towards the two. in fact, it’s because he likes them so much, especially ludwig, that he even considers them to be rivals in the first place. francis is very obviously romantic. he was the one who taught vargas the ropes, after all. however his romance was rather.. mature.. meanwhile, the italian preferred to keep his romance light and playful. ludwig was cute in a stoic way. he couldn’t flirt to save his life, but that was part of his appeal. he would give you a small smile as he tried his best to be romantic and your heart couldn’t help but melt.. yea, those two would be trouble.

— he likes to keep dates vague at first, leaving you unsure of whether or not things are platonic or romantic. unlike francis or arthur he doesn’t come on strong. the first dates are still pretty high class though. dinners at expensive restaurants, trips to private beaches, live music shows— feliciano’s willing to spend every dime on you and he’s not afraid to show it. all the while he’s joking and laughing with you, looking you lovingly in the eyes with the cutest boyish smile you’ve ever seen. he’ll whine and complain sometimes, pouting anytime you tease him. he’s pretty childish but he knows when to pull back so that it’s not annoying.

— when things get really romantic, you’ll know. he’ll take you to more public places. vargas has many family businesses that he’ll frequent with you. it’s his way of saying you’re closer than you were before. vargas will initiate a lot more pda too, holding your hand more often than not and reveling in the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. he’s not opposed to cheek kisses either. occasionally he’ll ‘miss’ your cheek and nail a kiss close to your lips, hinting at what he could make happen in the future. what he hoped would happen in the future.

— eventually things will escalate to a point where he’ll personally ask you if you want to be with him or not. not because feliciano views it as a waste of time if you don’t want to continue on, but because he truly wants to be with you. he can’t stand not knowing anymore and he especially can’t stand not having you all to himself. vargas will be respective of your answer no matter what.. but.. he has a feeling you’ll say yes.

ludwig beilschmidt!

— he’s not particularly confident of himself in this area. romance was not ludwig’s strong suit. he knows that other countries are interested in you as well, which doesn’t help him feel any better. even feliciano was after you! despite it all, his older brother had encouraged him to try to win you over. so here he was. he would try his best. the german didn’t know it, but he had his own charms. he was stoic and sort of inexperienced but still a polite man. many ladies found this to be charming. in a way, his lack of romantic prowess was his power.

— his biggest competitors, in his mind, are feliciano and alfred. both for reasons he considers obvious. they’re both rather ‘naturally cute’ men. they had this boyish charm while still being mature. alfred was really funny which only helped his case. feliciano was great at romancing others and while ludwig doesn't know much about alfred’s love life, he figured that it was likely the american was the same way. gah.. just thinking about it makes him frown. he’s been at disadvantages before though, so he’s able to convince himself that things will be fine no matter the outcome. his opinion on the two of them doesn’t change because of the situation. beilschmidt understands that no one can help the way they feel. it’s no one man’s fault that they’re all pursuing the same person. he just wishes he didn’t have to go against vargas, one of his closest friends.

— his first dates are.. regular. but not in a bad way. ludwig spends his days beforehand researching and reading up on things like date etiquette, best cafes to take someone out to, good meals to order, conversation tactics, and more. he doesn’t mind putting in the extra work to catch up with the people he’s up against. he’ll try his best to be romantic the whole time by holding doors and complimenting you whenever the opportunity presents itself. he asks a few questions about you, wanting to get to know you for who you really are. your other suitors may take you out to expensive places but they probably weren’t actively trying to learn about you— at least that’s what the german was betting on.

— dates will slowly but surely become more tuned to your interests and personality. you like to paint? he’ll invite you out to a nice art bar where you two can create something together. you like to read? he’ll take you to a library-cafe. beilschmidt feels that these dates are the most personal. there’s more pda as he really gets comfortable. it’s mostly limited to hand holding. every so often at the end of dates he’ll ask for a kiss. if you oblige and give him one, you’ll get to see a small smile on his face as he admires you lovingly. he may even bite his lip, clearly whipped for you.

— of course, there’ll come a time where he decides to finally ask about your intentions. he asks a little bit later, not wanting to hold you down or force a decision onto you. with the guidance of his older brother, he’ll find the time to sit you down and ask if you want to date him… like, seriously date him. just him. no matter your answer, he’ll still want to be friends with you. he’s gotten to know you so well, he couldn’t just turn away from you.

kiku honda!

— he’s whipped for you, though it took him a bit longer than everyone else to realize it. kiku mostly labeled what he was feeling as feelings of admiration. once he notices the the pain in chest as he sees francis trying to serenade you, he realizes that he’s in love. deeply in love. it’s a bit awkward when he comes to you later than the other axis and politely asks if he can take you out sometime. despite the awkwardness, you say yes, with a smile. smiles are good. he knows a thing or two about going out with people so he’s not completely stressed about that. anything he doesn’t know he just researches beforehand, similarly to ludwig.

— his biggest competitor for your love, in his opinion, is feliciano. he’s cute, he’s funny— if honda was in your position, he would have folded for the other immediately. he’s a little worried about everyone really because he’s ‘late to the game’, but overall vargas is his biggest threat. things will be okay though, kiku assures himself. he knows he’s cute in his own way. many of his colleagues have commented on the fact that his relaxed expression was a cute one. it was rare for them to see him relaxed as he mostly thought of work related things when he was in their company. for you, however, it wouldn’t be rare to see. honda would make sure of that.

— the first dates, similarly to yao’s, are formal. they’re not uptight though, as he wants to seem cute to appeal to you as a boyfriend. there’s gift giving here and there, but he mostly focuses on doing things for you. just when you’re too lazy to cook for the night, kiku’s there to pick you up and take you to a luxurious restaurant. anytime you mention something that needs fixing, he’s on it. if he can’t fix it himself, he pays someone to do it in his stead. he insists that it’s normal and that you owe him nothing in return. he just wants to see you prosper, is all. pda is kept to a minimum, seeing as though it takes him a while to even work up the nerve to ask if he can kiss you. when he does finally kiss you, it’s immediately made clear that he’s experienced. nothing too passionate, of course. there’s a certain air of confidence and the kiss has just the right amount of chasteness to keep you wanting more.

— as things go on the two of you only get closer. his dates shift from formal outings to extremely casual dates. sometimes it’s buying manga and books together, sometimes it’s watching your favorite movies at home. honda’s favorite ‘date’ consists of you two sitting quietly together in the same room doing completely different things. kiku finds this to be extremely romantic. you’re both doing different things but still enjoying each other’s presence. he’ll be doing paperwork and you’ll be sitting with a computer and neither of you are talking but both of you are happy. during times like this, he may even lean over and kiss you on the cheek, commenting on how much he enjoys your company.

— he’s not afraid to ask you straight-out what you want for yourself and your future. honda doesn’t want to keep you from your version of happiness, even if that happiness is with another man. there’s no doubt that he wants what’s best for you.

alfred f. jones!

— he’s a bit thrown off that other men are also trying to romance you. from the very beginning he decides that you’re the one who wants to go steady with. alfred is thrown off, but not enough to give up. he knows his worth. he’s a funny guy, people like that. he’s cute too, smart when he wants to be. jones would ask arthur for help but.. he’d be better off asking a math teacher for help in a history class. he didn’t think kirkland was any good with romantic endeavors. he’d just have to wing it and do his best. it’d be fine.. probably.

— the american doesn’t think of anyone as competition really, but he does hate the idea of you going out with francis. i mean, come on! he’s quite literally known for being a romantic! hopefully you’d find his flirting corny or off putting instead of endearing. alfred’s not completely inept when it comes to romance but he’s no hot shot. most of the time when a flirt of his fails, people laugh it off because he’s just so cute while trying to be a flirty guy. he’s a loser, but an attractive one. people also enjoy the fact that he’s a bit chubby. he knows this only because of past experiences. hmm.. he supposes that ivan could pose an issue too. he’s always an issue in some way or another.

— his beginning dates are very fun! he’s more fond of going to carnivals, finding a drive in movie theater, stargazing, eating at diners, and dancing together than any modern date. lunch dates are fine and all but it’s just so boring to jones. it’s not that he needs a bunch of excitement but he wants these dates to be interesting. he hopes that after each date ends, he’s still on your mind. he doubts the others are taking you out to such cool places. he’s flirty on these dates, trying his hardest to impress you. he’ll hold your hand often on these dates, as physical contact is something he enjoys a lot. alfred doesn’t mind hugs or kisses this early either, especially if you’re dancing. if you’re not enjoying each other then why even go out? after each date he personally escorts you home. he also leaves you with a kiss to your hand, a sign that he still has some sense of politeness despite his eagerness.

— as things continue you’ll start to notice that he’s taking you to more distinctive places. instead of finding a drive in movie theater in the middle of nowhere, the american will take you to a roller rink he comes to often. the people there will know him and they’ll know you when he brings you in. apparently he talks about you to whoever will listen. it’s flattering albeit embarrassing. a lot of the places you’ll go will be places he enjoys and wants to share with you. alfred’s much softer now and a bit goofier, backing away from the flirty persona he attempted to put on for the first few dates. you’ll often find yourself leaning onto his shoulder as you try to recollect yourself after breaking down from laughter. it’s in these moments that he’ll smile at you, soaking in your happy expression. it’s a gorgeous expression, one he’d like to see all the time.

— one day jones realizes that he needs to be seriously dating you. he wanted to take you to an animal adoption center as a sort of surprise but he noticed that doing that was sort of a couple thing.. like a serious couple thing. alfred really thinks getting you a pet would be the best thing in the world. the two of you would make the best pet parents in his mind. it would make him a true hero. or close to one. so he swings by your place and directly asks you if you want to be his partner. he doesn’t stall once he realizes what he needs to do. jones believes that it’s best to just go for what you want. you only live once, after all.

yao wang!

— it’s not his first time courting a lady. he’s experienced. he even believes that he could outdo francis somewhat. only somewhat though. yao’s been around for a long time so he knows what people like and don’t like. it’s not that he’s a super romantic but he’s passionate no matter what, which draws you in. he suspects you have a thing for older men, which he doesn’t mind playing into. he’s aged like fine wine and he’s not afraid to flaunt it.

— there is no rivals or competition in wang’s mind. why think about the other guys when he can just focus his attention on you and him? if he had to choose, he’d say arthur, maybe. maybe. francis was too much of a try hard for your affections. kirkland was a mature man. he was polite. the british man seemed to know how to treat someone right. however, in the end, yao viewed himself as on top of it all. he refused to let himself get anxious over your other suitors. that’s how people lose. by worrying.

— he’s a calm and quiet pursuer, playing the long game. beginner dates are very formal. wang tries with all his might to impress you but he makes sure to do so in a way that seems effortless. like he could do this everyday. as if to say, ‘dating me will result in the best treatment for you everyday until death’. he could never say it outright, so he let his actions speak for him. he’s no sugar daddy and he never claims to be anything of the sort. he’s just giving you a taste of what your life could be like should you choose to spend it with him. yao also gives you lots of gifts, though he tries to keep them small so you’re not overwhelmed. he adores the face you make whenever you open up a present he’s gotten you. you’re always so happy to received them.. so graceful when you accept them.. he can’t help but want to spoil you. and that’s exactly what he’ll do, if you continue on.

— as you get closer, wang starts to feel younger. his few grey hairs seem to be jet black again. the dates become less formal and more casual for the both of you. often he’ll just invite you over to his house. he spends less time trying to impress you and more time just enjoying you and your company. you’ll start to hold hands, hug, and kiss a lot more now. he loves the feeling of your lips on his cheek. these dates are a lot more loose and fun, often ending with you two giggling as he holds you in his arms. yao likes to dance with you in his home, rocking back and forth with a smile on his face. he’s shown you what the two sides of your relationship would be like. the first side, what was seen by the public— expensive dinners, beautiful clothing for the both of you, and lovely gifts— and now, the second side, what wasn’t seen by the public. kisses to the forehead, cooking for each other, reading together, and laughing over nothing in particular.

— after a while wang will invite you over one day and pop the question. no, not marriage, though he does think you’d make a perfect partner.. he’ll ask if you want to start officially dating. he doesn’t know for sure if you’ll say yes, even though he’s used his tried-and-true method of dating on you. yao hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. he hopes for your love.. but he’s prepared to live life as just a friend of yours. boyfriend or otherwise, he’d like to be present in your life.

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lmk-oc-competition · 2 months ago

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LMK OC COMPETITION - ROUND 1

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Yan Yu Ji belongs to @thesleepingdramaqueen

Lǐ Nà belongs to @violina08

Learn more about them below the cut!

Yan Yu Ji:

She a white monkey demon with light blue eyes, she's an ambivert and limits her trust solely on her closest friends, she's a descendant of the monkey zodiac but is considered an outcast due to the fact that she's a half-human, her mom disapeared during her childhood and her human dad wasn't very present in her life so she has abandonment issues and suffers from small spectrum, she is often being looked down upon by other zodiac families but dosen't really care,she stopped school at 24 due to pressure, she lives in the monkey house with her veterian uncle, retired grandpa,three big brothers and little monkeys, she has a nice job in the noodle shop across pigsy's and tries her best to avoid her few exes ,her power is to bend sand(she is called the sand dancer) and her weapon is a sword called the crystal blade, her story begins when she stumbles upon some of her mom's secret research that could possibly lead to her and when she encounters a certain shadow simian.

Lǐ Nà:

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ೃ⁀➷ __ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ__ ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:Lǐ Nà ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ / ᴛɪᴛʟᴇꜱ: Flashy ᴀɢᴇ: +20 ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ:she/her/herself ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:Poly/Pan

ೃ⁀➷ __ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ__ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:5'3

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ: she can cause lighting in every second but that will cost her much of her powers, at first Lǐ Nà is struggling to control her powers but by the time she uses it, she also gets used to the power and in the end she can control it perfectly.

ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ: she isn‘t weak but not SO strong at the same time. but the flashes she can cause can burn really bad, she’s can be really smart in serious situations but not always.

ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ:When someone puts her friends in danger or threatening them, but she can’t help them, nor the people she wants to help. She wants to save everyone,||but who saves her.?||

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Lǐ Nà since she was a little child, she’s quite enthusiastic and all fun! But sometimes she can be really emotional! Doesn’t matter what she can always cry, even if she sees some kitties. She acts like a little child, she needed attention, also Lǐ Nà can also range. There may be situations where she wants to kill someone so bad for hurting her loved ones. She’d do everything for them.

ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ:Thinking that she’s not good enough…Thinking that she can’t save everyone, thinking that her friends may just turn away from her, ignoring her, despite her..She also has a big fear of spiders and insects!

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ:she absolutely adores animals for example kitties, their silly cute lil faces are just so cute to her! Lollipop is her favourite snavk, she can eat it whenever she’d like. If someone is baking her the chocolate cake she’ll gift the person soooo many things! she’s nice to people who are nice to her!

ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ:Spiders/Insects, she also despises sudden loud noises. It also annoys her when people and underestimate her.

ೃ⁀➷ __ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ__ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ / ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ: she has a mother but she doesn’t know her at all, her name is BeiPan(背叛).

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ: The whole town are her friends! but especially MK and Sun Wukong !

ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ(ꜱ)*: none yet! (yet…heheh..)

ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ: The Lady Bone Demon, the bull king family and BeiPan.

ᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?:

• Lǐ Nà likes holding hands or hug! Thats making her feel safe:3!

•A grandma in her village raised her, and her village she was born in was helping her and treated her like treasure

•she isn’t really a fan of apples and bananas, its just not what she would always eat

•She always has lollipops with her

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#lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk oc #lego monkie kid oc #lmk oc competition #comp 2 round 1 #oc polls #yan yu ji #lǐ nà

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kit-kat-katie · 1 year ago

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Goodnight, Moonlight

A/N: Y’know, I’m actually super proud of this fic. I was unsure of myself and the direction that I wanted to go, but I ended with something that I really like. Please let me know if you want another part, I’d love to continue the story and see where our lovebirds end up next. ;)

TW: Cannon-typical levels of violence and gore, aquatic fighting, mentions of drowning, reader is described to be physically strong and have typical traits and skills that a victor from District 4 would have (dw I can’t swim but I can be delulu), reader maintains their obliviousness, slightly OOC! Peeta and Katniss (I've never written for them before so please excuse any flaws), poison fogs, reader and Co. sustains multiple injuries, death (no main character death yet)

Pairing: Finnick x GN! Reader (”one-sided” romantic to shared romantic)

Summary: As you’re thrust into the arena, you’re forced to focus on keeping yourself alive, keeping your mentor and Katniss from harming one another, and keeping ahead of the endless perils that are thrown your way. Mixed signals from Finnick eventually even out, and a moment of clarity brings you two closer together than you’ve ever been before.

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Finnick can’t die or get captured by the Capitol. It has to be me.

That’s your first coherent thought as the pedestal stabilizes in the arena. You find yourself growing oddly… familiar with this environment, these few seconds where nothing yet everything matters.

You can’t see Finnick or Katniss, but you recognize Johanna’s fiery red hair. You also spot Wiress and Beetee close together, and you let yourself relax for a moment before the canon fires.

Water.

You dive into the water without a second thought. Swimming is as natural as breathing, given your home district, and you easily outrace your competitors to the rocks that lead to the Cornucopia. You climb on the rocks with ease, and you’re running towards the center of the arena until you spot blonde hair struggling to swim in the water.

Peeta.

You don’t hesitate to switch course and dive in after him. Helping Peeta would not only get you further into Katniss’s good graces, but it would be right on target with your image in the Capitol.

That’s exactly the kind of thinking that Finnick encouraged.

You push your mentor out of your mind as you quickly peek above water and spot another male heading towards Peeta. His eyes are dripping venom, but you’re not scared to shoot a murderous look back.

Sunny was a sweet mentor, a respectful celebrity, and a dangerous tribute. You could manage to be all three - as long as you did so with a smile on your face.

“Don’t be afraid to smile,” President Snow chides as you nervously stare at the carnations as his desk, “you know that’s what the people want to see, right?”

The image of Snow’s head on a large spike is enough to motivate you to swim faster than your competition.

You push Peeta out of the way before landing a punch to the face of the other man. From a quick assessment, you weren’t as strong as this man, but he couldn’t fight in water like you could.

You dodge an uncoordinated swing to your left side before landing another hit - this time you punch his chest. He takes a bigger breath as his eyes meet yours.

You offer a warm smile before he tries - and fails - to land another hit. You look over for just a second, just to make sure that Peeta’s still in your peripheral vision, before the other tribute tackles you under the surface of the water.

You immediately thrash around as he tries to keep you under - a lucky breath saves you from drowning as you manage to free yourself from his grasp.

He’ll drown if he tries to drown me.

You emerge from the water, and the warm air that enters your lungs causes you to cough violently. You grab onto a nearby pedestal as you try to locate Peeta in-between coughing fits.

You spot Peeta as he throws a punch at the man, and your head snaps to the Cornucopia as your breaths even out. From a distance, you see a man with a trident looking for someone, and you take a bet on who that might be as you wave a hand in the air.

Finnick immediately rushes around the Cornucopia after he spots you, and returns with a black-haired girl who you could recognize from a mile away.

You swim towards the rocks before finally making your way out of the water. The warm air on all of your skin feels like relief in its sweetest form - one that is most welcome as you realize how drained you are from one simple encounter.

It has to be the water because I cannot be a weakness right now.

You point out Peeta in the water once Finnick and Katniss get closer, and Finnick doesn’t hesitate to dive in as Peeta continues to struggle in the water.

For the first time in a long time, you fear for his safety. Peeta’s a teenager, just like you were, but he’s already back in the arena.

This isn’t fair.

Words die on the tip of your tongue - comforting people was your speciality, but Katniss didn’t appear to need comforting as she raises her bow and prepares to fire an arrow.

When Peeta and the other tribute are submerged underwater before Finnick gets to them, Katniss reluctantly puts down her bow as she stares expectantly into the water.

You jump when the canon fires, and the hope in her eyes turns to fear as a still body emerges from the water. You’re scared to look because if it’s Peeta-

Thankfully, Peeta emerges from the water as Finnick reaches him, and they both swim back safely as you and Katniss share a relieved expression.

Katniss watches the Cornucopia as the careers gather there and stare her down, and you grab Finnick’s trident from the rocks.

It doesn’t feel right in my hands - it’s like this weapon was meant to be with Finnick.

You hand Finnick his trident after he gathers himself, and you watch Katniss take Peeta’s hand and help him out of the water.

“You alright?” Finnick places a hand on your shoulder, and the weight of your earlier realization crashes down on you as you nod.

You can’t let Finnick get hurt, but you can’t let him know that you feel this way about him because you know how he feels about-

“I’m good, thanks,” You gently place your hand on his, “but you really couldn’t grab me a weapon?”

The serious expression melts off his face as he chuckles slightly, and you feel a bit self-conscious as Katniss and Peeta stare at you like wild deer.

“I didn’t have time, and I know you’re better with your fists, sweetheart.” Finnick replies to your teasing with a smile as he lets go of your shoulder.

You find yourself missing his touch - don’t think about Finnick like that - when Peeta steps towards you.

“Thank you fo-“

“You can thank me when we’re out of here, okay?” You interrupt him before another cannon sounds. “I don’t feel like becoming prey for the predators.”

Katniss glances back at the Cornucopia one last time as the four of you make your way towards the beach and into the thick forestry that awaits you.

Your quartet runs into the forest as Peeta leads with Katniss right behind him. Finnick allows you to go in front of him with a handsome smile and welcoming arm gesture (you’d have to tease him about that later).

Your mind wanders as your feet effortlessly navigate the forest floor - playing tag on rock beaches and having some experience in rock climbing did have its uses, after all.

Does Finnick mean what he says when he calls me sweetheart, or is it apart of the Capitol facade? I suppose I’m not much better - does Finnick know who I truly am behind the sunshine?

The distinction had become unclear for yourself - you were kind, but that wasn’t all that you were. You liked to tease your mentor and be a thorn in his side, but you also wanted to help the children in your district understand that there is life outside of the games. Couldn’t both sides of you coexist at the same time?

“Okay, hold up, hold up!”

Finnick’s voice causes you to pause as your breathing catches up with the rest of your body - you’d run a long distance without being phased in the slightest. You need to take breaks so you could be energized for a possible encounter, but a quick look back assures you that the Cornucopia is out of sight and, for now, out of mind.

Peeta’s the first to sit, and you’re quick to follow as you watch Katniss scan the environment for any possible danger. Finnick catches up and sits next to you. Katniss reluctantly kneels as you start to fan yourself - you’re in a jungle, not a forest, and it’s fucking hot.

“God, it’s hot,” You wipe the sweat from your forehead as Peeta speaks, “we got to find fresh water.”

You glance over at Finnick, who offers you a reassuring nod. You notice that Katniss is watching the two of you, but you choose not to say anything. She’s paranoid and overprotective, and who wouldn’t be?

A booming cannon pushes everyone’s attention to the sky, which is quickly followed by a second and third cannon.

With his bright smile and a small laugh, Finnick tries to lighten the mood with a simple joke.

“I guess we’re not holding hands anymore.”

You briefly smile and chuckle under your breath before Katniss chimes in.

“You think that’s funny?”

Your eyes widen as you glance over at Finnick to see how he handles her aggression.

“Every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears. I don’t care about any of them.”

“Good to hear.” Katniss draws a machete from her back as you place a hand on Finnick’s arm.

You’d always be there for him, and you’d fight off Katniss if that’s what it took, but you needed her alive, along with Peeta. Although you had know her for such little time, you saw your younger spirit in her - the feisty, brash child that fought with her heart in her hand.

“Wanna face the career pack alone?” Finnick pauses for a beat before asking her another question. “What would Haymitch say?”

“Sunny, you have to know that Katniss doesn’t play nice with others.”

“But she was nice to me, Haymitch-“

“You’re odd, just like she is. Maybe you can find some common ground and convince her to not shoot Finnick the moment he opens his mouth.”

“…Thanks.”

He’d probably tell you, at this very moment, to grab a drink and enjoy the show, but you had to keep the peace.

For his sake, for Peeta’s sake, and for my sake.

“Haymitch isn’t here.” Katniss coldly answers while slightly lowering her machete.

“We should get going.” You glance over at Peeta, who nods in acknowledgment.

“Yeah, let’s keep moving.”

You pull yourself off the ground, and Peeta does the same while Katniss stares daggers into Finnick.

“Play nice,” You mumble under your breath to Finnick before walking over to Katniss, “and I’m sorry that his ego can get in the way sometimes. He’s a nice guy, I promise.”

You offer Katniss a hand up off the ground as a truce, and a small smile appears and then quickly disappears off her face as she takes your hand.

“For the record,” Finnick mumbles as you walk with him behind Katniss and Peeta, “I was playing nice. She’s just a bit… rough around the edges.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.” You roll your eyes as Finnick bumps your shoulder.

“First you say I have an ego, and now this,” He sighs before playfully pushing you ahead, “I’m starting to think you don’t like me, Sunny.”

You feel your face start to heat up as you begin to fidget with a part of your clothing.

If only he knew how much I really liked him-

“Of course I do, Finnick.” You bite your lip while hoping that he doesn’t notice the effect his words and lingering touches have on you.

Don’t think about this right now-

“I’m glad someone here does.”

His comment earns his a golden stare down from Katniss, and you lightly smack his shoulder before continuing on in silence.

Peeta cuts through the vines ahead as creatures of the jungles - ones that you hope aren’t here to eat you - make various noises that only set your nerves over the edge. Katniss falls behind you and Finnick, and you can only hope that you’ve set her mind off of killing Finnick, even if it’s just for a moment.

You continue to walk on, but you pause once you hear Katniss’ footsteps stop. Finnick doesn’t take notice of the situation, but you can tell that she’s seen something worthy of alarm.

Peeta continues to swing the machete when you see a small reflection of light on a bush in front of him. Your eyes widen in alarm as you take a small step back.

The forcefield-!

“Peeta, no!” Katniss screams at Peeta strikes the forcefield.

Sparks fly as you instinctually cover your eyes with one arm, and you use the other arm to shield Katniss as much as possible. Peeta is blown back by the impact, and you’re knocked to the ground along with Finnick and Katniss.

Katniss is quick to crawl to her knees as you follow suit.

“Peeta?”

Your heart aches as the weakness in her voice laces around every syllable of his name.

She cares for the boy, more than she lets on.

She gently caresses Peeta’s face as you watch from a small distance behind her - she needs to check over him herself, to make sure he’s okay-

“He’s not breathing! He’s not breathing!”

You push Finnick towards the two of them, and Finnick harshly pushes Katniss out of the way so he can attempt to save Peeta. It’s a standard medical procedure that all District 4 families know by heart, but you place a reassuring hand on Katniss’ shoulder after she tries to pull an arrow on Finnick.

You know that words won’t do anything to comfort Katniss, and she rushes to Peeta’s side as you’re forced to be an uncomfortable spectator.

“Peeta, Peeta-“

You place a hand over your mouth as tears start to form in your eyes.

Come on, Peeta…

“Come on, come on!”

Finnick matches your worries as he continues compressions on Peeta.

“Please wake up.”

Katniss’ voice cracks which cracks the dam in your eyes as you begin to cry.

Katniss loves Peeta like I love-

You do your best to wipe the tears from your eyes as you imagine how the Capitol is enjoying the show. They’re watching three fierce competitors do their best to bring back another victor - a first in the history of the Hunger Games, you’re sure. You’re not even doing much but displaying your heart on your sleeve, and that’s enough for you to do. People stay attached and are sympathetic, and you can only hope that it’ll continue after you commit the worst crime, betraying the Capitol, after you get Katniss and Peeta out of here.

Peeta takes a deep breath, and you deeply sigh in relief as Finnick backs off to let Katniss and Peeta have a moment.

Once Finnick stands up, you pull him into a comforting hug, but you’re not sure if the hug is more for you or for him.

“I can’t-“

“I know.” He places a gentle hand on your back as you watch Katniss and Peeta interact.

“Do you wanna stand up?”

“Yeah.”

Once Peeta stands up, Katniss pulls Peeta into a hug as you let go of Finnick. You notice that Finnick’s hand doesn’t move as your heart pounds - this isn’t the moment nor is it your moment - as his eyes never leave Katniss and Peeta.

He knows, and I know.

Katniss throws a rock at the forcefield as a small group of sparks come from the collision. Peeta follows behind Katniss, and you follow behind Peeta as Finnick brings up the rear.

The next rock she throws reproduces similar results, but you notice that Finnick places a protective hand on your shoulder. You make your way through the jungle floor as Katniss throws another rock at the forcefield.

“Hold on.” She says before moving further ahead of the group. She climbs the largest tree she can find, and the three of you wait in silence before she comes back down.

“The forcefield is a dome,” Katniss reports after coming back down, “so we’re at the edge of the arena. I couldn’t find any signs of fresh water.”

Your throat dries up further at the mention of water. None of you will last long in this heat without any sort of hydration.

“It’s gonna get dark soon, we’ll be safe with our backs protected. We should set up camp - take turns sleeping.” Finnick sits next to you while looking directly at Katniss. “I’ll take first watch.”

Katniss scoffs before replying.

“Not a chance.”

Finnick gives her a disapproving look before grabbing his trident and standing up.

“Honey, that thing I did back there for Peeta? That was called saving his life. If I wanted to kill either of you, I would’ve done it by now.”

Finnick sticks his trident in the ground as Katniss continues to have a glare-off with him. Eventually, Finnick takes his trident and offers you a hand up. You quietly take it before shooting Peeta and Katniss an apologetic look - not your first, but certainly not your last.

“Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll take first watch.” Katniss instructs Peeta mores then telling him, but he reluctantly stands up.

“Just for a little bit.”

She nods as he moves to sit farther away from you and Finnick, but closer to Katniss.

He doesn’t trust us because she doesn’t.

You squeeze Finnick’s hand as you sit a few feet from the forcefield.

“Let me talk to her tonight. I have a way of charming people.”

“She’s tough to crack-“

“I did it before, in the practice room,” You say with determination while looking at him, “and I know I can do it again.”

He doesn’t answer, but he squeezes your hand in reassurance.

That’s good enough for me.

Peeta lays peacefully asleep as you sit on a nearby rock by Katniss and Finnick.

“How’s Peeta?” He softly asks.

“Is he well?” You add on while trying to break the palpable tension between you three.

Not three, but if they’re going to argue, then all of us will suffer.

“He’s okay, I think, just…” She trails off for a moment, “dehydrated, like the rest of us.”

Familiar music draws your attention to the skies as today’s victors-turned-victims display on the forcefield. There’s familiar faces, ones that you had come to befriend and love… it’s enough to drive you to tears. As the display continues, Finnick places a hand on your shoulder for comfort.

It’s not enough, but it’ll do.

Peeta awakens too, and the four of you sit in contemplative silence as the display finally comes to a close.

“Eight.” Katniss says as you wave off tears.

“I’m fine, Finnick,” You gently brush his hand off your shoulder as you look up to the sky again, “but look at the sky!”

A small canister attached to a parachute floats down and lands a few feet from Katniss, and she’s quick to gather the canister. She opens the canister with easy, which contains a note plus something else you can’t quite see.

“Drink up?”

“What is it?” Finnick asks as you approach Katniss behind him.

“It’s from Haymitch,” Katniss picks the item out of the canister, “I think it’s a spiel.”

Katniss rushes past Finnick to pound the spiel into a nearby tree with a rock. Peeta rushes to Katniss’ side as the four of you watch and eventually see the spiel product water.

Haymitch did his part, which means that I have to do mine.

“I counted twelve.” Katniss notes as you look up to the sky.

“It’s midnight-” Finnick tries to add.

“-Or the number of districts.” Katniss challenges as you shake your head.

They can never agree on the simple things, huh?

A series of lightning strikes on a large tree in the distance draws your attention.

“Well, if you two aren’t going to sleep,” Finnick says as you nod in confirmation, “then I will.”

“Alright.” Katniss says as Finnick gets up from his post.

“Goodnight, Finnick.”

“Goodnight, Sunny,” Finnick looks back and offers you a warm smile, “make sure to get some rest.”

“I will.”

He silently walks away as you turn your attention to Katniss.

“I’m sorry about Finnick, he can be-“

“Why did you try to save Peeta earlier? You don’t know him.” Katniss bluntly asks.

“Peeta is important to you, and I wanted to spare you the pain that so many others face.” You truthfully answer as Katniss studies your face with scrutiny.

“You don’t know me either-“

“-Katniss, if I knew every person I’ve ever helped, I wouldn’t be Sunny,” You tell her, “and I don’t know who I would be if I wasn’t that person. I used to think Sunny was a persona, but it’s become who I truly am.”

“Were you someone different before the games?”

“I think we all were, if that’s not obvious enough,” You glance at Peeta before returning your attention to Katniss, “but I think the Hunger Games showed me who I truly was. Wouldn’t wish this shit on anyone else, though.”

“I-“

“I think you’ll discover that we’re not so different after all, Katniss,” You say before standing up, “but I wish you a good night. I hope the night is uneventful for you.”

You walk a small distance before turning back.

“Oh, and don’t be too hard on Finnick. He’s been through a lot more than he lets on.”

“Tell him to back off first.”

You chuckle as you lay down close to Finnick, but far enough that your beating heart doesn’t threaten to blow out your eardrums.

“Run, run! The fog is poison!”

Katniss’ words send you from slumber to alert as you’re the first on your feet. You move down the side of the hill as Finnick and Peeta catch up to you. You let Katniss pass you as Finnick pushes you in front so he takes up the rear.

You continue to run through the forestry without a second thought as the thick fog chases you. The fog suddenly approaches from the right, and Peeta is quickly to avoid it, along with the rest of you.

As you round a corner, the fog then approaches from the left. You dodge the fog like you dodged arrows in your original Hunger Games. It was too easy, but you were concerned for Finnick since the fog was nearly kissing you.

When the four of you make it to a clearing, the fog makes a semicircle around you, and Peeta’s forced to lead the group in another direction as you aimlessly follow in the hopes that you’ll survive this.

The fog seems to increase in speed, and you scream in agony once it touches your skin. You barely avoid Katniss, who tripped in front of you, and Peeta goes back to save her. He’s burned by the fog too, and Katniss pulls him up before they follow behind you.

You continue in front of the group this time, and you hear Finnick’s shrieks from a distance, but you can’t go back for him.

As long as he’s yelling, he’s alive.

It tears your heart into shreds to hear him, to hear those kids behind you, in so much pain. You immediately turn around when you hear a body fall to the ground.

“Peeta!” Katniss sticks next to him like a loyal dog as you watch from a safe distance. Finnick approaches the two of them, and he doesn’t hesitate to help Katniss by wrapping one of Peeta’s arms around his shoulder. As Katniss wraps the other arm around his shoulder, Finnick motions you to continue forward.

You run forward, safe from most harm, as the other members of your group continue to bear most of the brunt from the fog. A sharp hill awaits you, but you quickly navigate it as Katniss, Finnick, and Peeta fall, quite literally, behind you.

You cry in pain as you touch the back of your neck. You spot a nearby pool of water as the trio behind you makes a rough landing.

You watch in horror as the fog approaches, but it’s stopped by an invisible wall that barely prevents any injury to the rest of you. Your attention snaps back to the water - your neck really fucking hurts - as you approach the water. When you submerge yourself in the water, you sigh in relief as the stinging pain caused by the water rids you of your injury.

Once you’ve cleaned yourself up, you pull Katniss, the only person who seems to be awake, towards the water. With her determination and your strength, you get her to the edge of the water. You gently place one of her hands in the water, and she screams before the poison is released from her hand.

“The water- the water helped-“ Her strangled cry is heard by Peeta, who starts to pull himself towards the water as well.

You immediately move to Finnick’s side as you deliberately and slowly start to move him towards the water. Once Katniss and Peeta are mostly finished, they help you push Finnick fully into the water. He screams in agony as the three of you pour water over his body.

“Finnick-“

Emotions threaten to pour from your eyes and your mouth, but the sometimes-stoic Katniss composes herself before you can truly express how scared you are to lose Finnick.

“We need our weapons.”

Peeta and Katniss move to gather the weapons as you stay, dedicated, by Finnick’s side.

“C’mon, you need to get up. Who else is going to argue with Katniss over the simplest things?”

Finnick grumbles for a second before softly laughing.

At least I’ve made this shitty situation better for someone.

As Peeta gathers water from a nearby tree, you sit and pour water all over yourself in order to keep cool and clean any remaining toxins off of your skin. Finnick and Katniss do the same, but you give them space to talk things out with their words… instead of their fists.

They both mutter apologies to one another before Finnick pauses to stare blankly ahead. Your eyes catch sight of what he’s looking so intently at.

Mutts.

A gentle nod to Katniss alerts her of the situation as well, and she stands along with Finnick. You slowly try to back away before noticing that some are approaching from behind. You immediately backpedal next to Finnick and Katniss as they’re the only ones with proper weapons.

Where’s Peeta?

“Peeta.”

“Yeah?” Peeta looks up from the spiel towards Katniss.

“Back away from the tree, slowly.”

A growling mutt a few inches from his face causes Peeta to slowly back up towards the three of you. Once you’re all in the water, the mutts growl and slowly close in as your heart pounds.

What am I supposed to do with no weapon?

“Get to the beach.” Katniss tries to move towards the newly sighted Cornucopia, but two mutts block your last escape route.

Katniss pulls her bow back as the mutts continue to advance on you. A mutt makes the first leap towards you and Katniss, but Peeta quickly strikes it down with his machete. They all growl angrily before one lunges towards Katniss from the opposite side. She quickly shoots it down with an arrow before killing another when it’s barely tried to leap at her.

Peeta swipes at a mutt that approaches you before gently pushing you behind him.

“I owe you one for earlier.” Peeta recalls the fight at the Cornucopia, and you nod before centering yourself between Katniss, Peeta, and Finnick.

Finnick strikes a mutt down with his trident before smacking another back. Peeta continues to aimlessly swipe at a few mutts to keep them away, and you duck as Katniss shoots one over his shoulder. A mutt then jumps on Peeta and tries to sink its teeth into him, but he guts it with a blade through the stomach.

Katniss and Finnick work in harmony to push the mutts back before she successfully hits three mutts with her arrows and stabs the fourth with her bow. Peeta pulls his knife from the mutt before you help him up. The onslaught continues for a few moments which spreads seconds into eternal moments. You feel useless, but keeping yourself out of harm’s way is the best way you can help everyone.

A mutt tackles Katniss into the water, but Peeta quickly kills it and helps Katniss up.

“Come on, we got to get to the beach!”

Peeta leads the way as you follow behind Katniss. You turn back to assure that Finnick is still there - you’re worrying about him when he has a weapon, he’ll be fine, Sunny - as you try to navigate your way to the beach.

A mutt jumps on Katniss and Peeta which knocks them further away. A separate mutt eyes you before jumping, and you attempt to send a punch its way. It takes a bite on your outstretched arm as you cry out in pain. You manage to wrestle your arm out of its grasp before Finnick spears it with his trident.

“How bad is-“

A few small incisions line your dominant arm, and they sting like hell, but you can’t focus on that now.

“I’ll live.”

Finnick grabs your non-damaged hand as he spears another mutt that dares to approach him. He then lets go of your hand to kill a mutt that jumps on Katniss, but once she’s back on her feet, his hand finds yours again.

You gasp as you notice someone in camouflage with large bite marks covering their neck.

“Who is it?”

“It’s a Morphling,” Peeta explains to Katniss, “C’mon, help me get her.”

They grab the dying Morphling before dragging her to the beach. More mutts approach as Finnick lets go of your hand and pushes you ahead.

“I’ve got this - just watch them.”

You nod before turning to follow Katniss and Peeta. Despite your painful arm injury, you run through the forest just as you did before. Pain was an adrenaline booster for you, and it was a scratch compared to the injuries you got from messing around on rock cliffs and beaches back in District 4.

You make it to the beach as Katniss and Peeta bring the girl into the water. Finnick tumbles in behind you before quickly recovering and pushing the remaining mutts back. Once he realizes that the mutts aren’t going to follow him, his eyes meet yours.

“You arm-“

“Look,” You point at the sky as another canister falls from the sky towards you, “I told you I’d live. I might not be the capitol darling, but they can’t let go of their little sister that easily.”

Finnick reaches the canister before you do, and he opens it to quickly to dig out the gauze and skin-applicable pain medicine.

“I suppose they wouldn’t mind seeing the Capitol darling tend to their little sister, then?” Finnick’s lips quirk into a teasing smile as you sit on the beach and admire the sky.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Then that’s the only opinion that matters.” He sits next to you, and you present your arm to him. “You’re tougher than you act, honey.”

“I thought you knew that already,” You look away for a moment to hide your embarrassment, “after all, I did learn from an amazing mentor.”

The medicine feels cold once it touches your skin, and you sigh in relief as the pain starts to fade away.

“Did anyone leave a note?” You ask as Finnick looks away for a moment. “Oh, so I’m the one who has an admirer, and you get-“

You yelp when Finnick starts to harshly apply the medicine.

“-Jealous much?” You roll your eyes as Finnick laughs.

“Is it bad that I want your eyes on me and me alone?”

You’re left speechless as you bite your lip nervously. The invisible tension, the string that draws you two together, is finally pulled to its breaking point as you realize how close Finnick truly is.

“It-“ You pause for a moment as your sunshine threatens to slip and reveal some deeper emotion in your heart, the one that you named before this fresh hell started. “It depends on what you’re going to do about it.”

Finnick sets down the medicine to grab the gauze, and once Finnick returns close to you, you push yourself on top of him to give him a kiss to release the emotions buried deep in your heart.

The sunshine clouds over as a storm brews, but you’re not scared of the damage that this thunderstorm will cause your mind. You’d accept once the outcome that you weren’t the one for him, that the signs were wrong and all in your head, and that-

Finnick kisses you back.

Oh shit.

Finnick kisses you. In the 75th Hunger Games. On TV. In front of thousands of his admirers.

Oh shit!

You pull away and place a hand over your mouth as you contemplate the absolute shitstorm you’ve just released on the both of you.

“You’re not a bad kisser, if that’s what you’re embarrassed about-“

“Finnick!” You squeak before smacking his arm.

“There’s only room for two people who can’t admit that they love each,” He nods at Katniss and Peeta in the distance, “and that image doesn’t quite fit either of us.”

“What are we, then?”

“Whatever you want to be.”

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REQUEST BATTLES OF WITCHES DUELS - Battle 20: Willow Park vs Boscha

Disclaimer: This is not a popularity contest or which character you prefer, in this tournament, you decide who is stronger/better/smarter/etc. opponent. And by the love of the titan, I know we all want Willow to take down Boscha, it is our prime fantasy but at least let's be realistic here, would Willow defeat Boscha in a fair fight?

information for both opponents under the cut to those who don't know what they can do in their battle:

Boscha:

Boscha specializes in Potions magic, but she did showcase the capacity to cast the spells of beast-keeping and illusion tracks (granted very briefly)

Boscha is an absolutely ruthless warrior who will stop at nothing to win this competition. She does not show mercy towards her opponents. Boscha is also considered by Hexside to be the strongest as proven by her ending up being the leader of the survivors in For The Future. She's also the most popular girl in the school as the captain of the grudgby team, proving she has enough skill both physically and magic-wise, only to be rivaled by the Hexsquad. She did succeed in breaking Amity's leg though.

Willow is Boscha's number one victim and essentially her sworn enemy. Boscha is sick and tired of taking Ls this tournament. She had a hard time winning her battle with Gavin, she lost to "random" Viney and is getting clapped hard by her former friend Amity who abandoned her for the very girl who was weak her entire life and puked on her face probably the first time they met. And somehow she got to the finals. Boscha thinks it's not fair so she's willing to put half-a-witch in her place during this request battle hoping it will help her win the tournament in the end.

Boscha does possess a Palisman. It's not however specified how good of a flyer she is, but she's capable of using Maya in combat as proven when she knocked disguised Amity with her staff capabilities.

One of the tools Boscha can use independently of whether or not the other character also possesses are flying boots. She can use them for transportation and aerial attacks even when she doesn't possess a palisman during the battle and she can use them to save herself from fall damage if she ever is knocked out midair.

Telekinesis - Boscha can move objects with ease using it, granted the objects usually were small and not the size and weight of the person so she can use them directly on her opponent, but she can pick up random stuff from the arena to use them as projectiles high speed. Boscha proved in WILW that she can throw multiple objects at once or just one object.

Fire Ball - her trademark ability. She will usually pull out a Grudgby ball and set it on fire only to throw it at her opponents. She can use telekinesis to direct the ball at her opponents and the force the ball can hit is strong enough to create holes in the trees. It's a very strong offensive move. She can also spread the fire further.

Fire Blast - an improved version of Fire Ball which does not require a grudgby ball to use. It was demonstrated briefly in Follies at the Coven Day Parade when she attacked Luz with it. The fire blast appears to be also bigger than the average fireball.

Multiple Fire Balls - Boscha can throw multiple fireballs at her opponents with this ability and control the trajectory of her throws using magic. Also improved the version of her trademark fireball.

Fire Claw - as demonstrated in UW, Boscha can transform her nails into fire claws. I'm weaponizing this ability so Boscha can scratch and claw her opponents while also burning them.

Rabid Claw - as demonstrated in UW, Boscha can transform her nails into rabid claws she could use to attack her opponents.

Tentacle Claw - as demonstrated in UW, Boscha is capable of transforming her nails into tentacles. I adapt this ability to let Boscha use those tentacles to grab objects and perhaps even people from long distances with them. Granted the tentacles are not particularly strong so there are limits to how much weight they can pull and how durable they are.

Acid Throw - in FTF Boscha demonstrated she's capable of brewing an acid potion that can melt through abomination goo and possibly not only that. She will usually throw one at a time though instead of rapid firing them.

Sleeping Potion - in FTF Boscha demonstrated knowledge in brewing sleeping potion with sleeping nettles. Boscha can pull out this potion during the battle, letting the smell spread all across the area, knocking down her opponents. Boscha is also immune to the defects of sleeping gas by having a facemask with her at all times. The only people that would be remotely immune to this potion during the tournament are Luz and Hunter as they also have knowledge of brewing this potion and have facemasks with them too.

Ratworm Companion - in Once Upon A Swap, Boscha demonstrated racing capabilities with ratworms. I'll allow her for the purposes of this tournament to be able to summon one to aid her in transport and possibly offenses. Boscha showed to be quite quick and skilled in riding her ratworm covered in scars.

Link to more of Boscha's capabilities here

Willow Park:

Willow Park is a prodigy in plant magic. Only a few can match her talent and raw power when it comes to her command over plant life. She's also very knowledgeable when it comes to Botanics and is very promising when it comes to them (she knows how to tame various plants and what are they capable of). However, her capabilities only extend to plant magic and not other types of magic.

Willow Park is also very strong, athletic, and sporty. She's the Captain of Flyer Derby Emeral Entrails and managed to defeat the captain of Grudgby team Boscha while playing Grudgby for the first time. It is known that Willow works out and shows a lot of physical strength. The girl knows how to pack a punch.

Boscha is Willow's long-time bully and the bane of her existence. She was always the main initiator when it came to ruining Willow's life pretty much her entire life. To say Willow loathes Boscha is...fitting actually, I'd like to say it's an understatement but the loathe word seems to be fitting. Nonetheless, a lot of rages is hidden in Willow when it comes to Boscha and now this jerk has the audacity to say she didn't earn her spot in the finale despite facing Edric who had perfect counters against her and her childhood friend turned bully turned friend again and defeated both of them fair and square. In the same vein, Willow is actually excited to get a chance to put Boscha in her place and prove to her once and for all who's the boss and who's the real loser between the two of them. Willow is glad Viney won but lowkey wishes she could've destroyed Boscha in the semi-finals to make the vengeance sweeter, but a request battle works perfectly as well so Willow will take it.

Willow possesses a palisman and is quite capable when it comes to staff wielding. Also as captain of flyer derby, she's a very proficient and quite skilled flyer. Being capable of flying traditionally and switching midair to surfing. She is also capable of using her staff to enhance her already very potent magic.

Willow's magic is enhanced by her emotional state. If she's confident in herself she's most in control, however, if she's bottling up her feelings or feeling insecure, her magic can turn against her. Her magic also gets stronger once she uses anger and determination to power it.

Water Magic - Willow showed in Something Ventured, Someone Framed that she's capable of summoning water, however, she only uses it to water her plants meaning that during her battle she could only use it to enhance her plants.

Healing Plants - as demonstrated in her debut, Willow can use her magic to directly heal plants. This could be quite useful in case her plants are damaged.

Bush disguise - Willow can briefly camouflage herself using bushes as demonstrated in Hooty's Moving Hassle. Willow during the battle would grow bushes all across the battlefield to hide in them to recover or do sneak attacks without leaving herself wide open.

Plant Pillow - Willow is capable of creating plants to break her fall, so in case she gets hit in midair, she can quickly recover and receive no fall damage whatsoever.

Plant Teleport - Willow can use her plants to transport herself across the battlefield. Can be quite effective for escaping.

Grass Trap - in the same vein of teleporting herself, Willow can also use her magic to transport others. During the combat she would utilise said abilities to make grass devour her opponents. Willow can choose whether or not she can spit out her opponents by either putting them in a different location or keeping them underground. However, the opponent can break away if they know how (using plant magic too as demonstrated by Hunter in HM when Belos also devoured him but he managed to escape).

Plant Tie - Willow can discreetly grow vines over her opponents' feet to keep them still or make them trip the moment they try to move as demonstrated with Boscha in WILW. She can also grow those even around herself if she loses composure.

Tree Block - Willow can create a singular tree to use to block attacks from her opponents. She demonstrated it in WILW against Boscha. Willow can use this ability to even block objects thrown with great force or fireballs.

Vine Whips - Willow is capable of creating two large and strong vine whips that could be used to catch or harm her opponents. Demonstrated this in LR and ASIAS, fusing both her physical strength with the strength of her plant magic. She can also create a singular one as well.

Vine Dome - Willow can grow a dome of vines to use as a shield from protection as demonstrated in ASIAS against Darius. The dome can still be cut with enough force.

Vine Grab - a stronger version of Plant Tie, in which Willow is capable of creating bigger and multiple vines to catch her opponents even from greater distances (like midair for example)

Plant Monster - Willow is capable of creating a Flower-like monster to use as a beast to fight for her. She demonstrated it on the First Day.

Vine Octopus - Willow is capable of surrounding herself with multiple crazy and moving vines that can grab her opponents, block attacks, or directly attack. She demonstrated it in her debut episode.

Giant Plant Monster - Willow is capable of creating a gigantic Plant-like monster to attack multiple opponents (but not only). It's a stronger version of Plant Monster. She demonstrated it in Hooty's Moving Hassle.

Vine block - utilising multiple vines at once, Willow can create a shield that can block her opponents as demonstrated in her debut.

Tree Arm - With the help of Green Thumb Gauntlet, Willow is capable of creating a giant tree arm that she can use to attack her opponents.

Tree Golem - With the help of Green Thumb Gauntlet, Willow is capable of creating a tree-like golem that can be used to aid Willow in her battles. The Golem has enough strength to break through barriers even created by Belos and the arms of the Golem can extend to very long distances while not losing any strength.

Vine Attack - Willow can grow multiple vines from the ground to use to attack her opponents. As of WaD, it's potent enough to grow an entire forest of such vines.

Plant Surf - As demonstrated in FTF, Willow can use her plant magic for transportation. She can also use it to create a bigger platform to stand for herself as seen when battling Kikimora.

Tree Movement - Willow is capable of moving the trees with her magic as demonstrated in FTF

Ultimate Vine Octopus - as demonstrated in COTH against Kikimora, Willow can create an even enhanced version of Vine Octopus in which she gains the high ground and uses even bigger and stronger vines to attack her opponents.

Multiple Vine Whips - Willow is capable of creating from her hands multiple little vine whips that can be used to hold down her enemies as demonstrated in KT against Belos.

Endless Vine Trap - Willow is capable of releasing a great amount of vines that can grow across large spaces as demonstrated in both her debut and FTF. The trap also has quite offensive capabilities.

Intangibility - as proven in Understanding Willow, when Willow was a child she knew a spell that could make any physical construct disappear for a short second before reappearing. Nowadays she can still use it for the purposes of this tournament to quickly dispel any physical defenses of her opponents.

Link to more of Willow's capabilities here

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