#natan x reader

[kikiwooo]

🎄 | Christmas with them | 🎄

special thanks to @i-love-fredrinn-vance for giving me the idea♥️

Part 2 here.

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Fredrinn.

Every special event was fun with him, because he always has something to amuse you and never let the moment go boring for the two of you. Be it presents, seeing different places and eating all kinds of food, plus having him by your side as your personal furnace and wallet.

The weather wasn't that cold but Fredrinn insisted that you should take his huge ass warm jacket. The two of you nearly did everything, building snowman, making snow angels even play snowball.

"I got you I got you."

Fredrinn chuckled as he lifted you up by your armpits, through this act of kindness, his eyes glinted with mischief. Smirking slightly and thanks that you can't see the growing smirk on his face, his eyes went between you and that big snow pile in front of him, taking ever slow steps towards to it.

Before you can even realise what's he's going to do you, you were thrown into the snow pile, a deep snow pile that is. But, who would have thought it was that deep when everything was silent for some seconds after he had thrown you into it.

Fredrinn blinked twice before taking steps towards to the snow pile and bending slightly to look over it.

"oops.."

Natan.

Time seemed to be the main problem when you were with Natan. He was always, always busy everyday, every second. Due to him often being in the Future or Past, going back and through, of course he would miss the special events, even confuse the days, months and years.

Natan's lips curved into a small smile after seeing you put hot chocolate on the table, his eyes moving up to meets yours.

"Thank you darling."

His fingers slowly yet gently grabbing the cup and raising it over to his lips and taking a sip, his eyes wandered to window, seeing that it's snowing. He raised his brow in slight confusion, putting the cup down onto the table and turning his head to you only to see you looking out to window smiling.

"It's..snowing?"

It was your turn to raise your brow in confusion.

"Yes it is, it's Christmas remember?"

Natan took a step back in his mind, actually, taking two steps back. His mind, full of questions.

With a nervous smile and a sweat drop, he asked whispering.

"I- ...I thought we were in...march..?"

Aamon.

Never a special event was skipped in the Paxley Household, every one of it was celebrated with great care and attention. Aamon was never late to celebrate it with you, always being on the time, earl if possible, with so much presents with him. Today though, seemed to be different.

Normally, Paxley Household would hire a big place to celebrate the special events, therefore you stayed in the Paxley mansion to wait for Aamon. Despite your waiting for your beloved to return, he wouldn't come till it's midnight, I should congratulate you for your patience.

Aamon grunted slightly as he slowly cracked his neck, he was tired after running back and forth, Cici was hard to look after. Always getting on trouble and getting on the nerves of the guards. He walked through the cold and snowy streets, his breath came out as a steam, he shook his head and continued to walk.

In the Paxley Mansion, you had already moved to both of yours shared room. The clock nearly showing midnight, waiting for him really did tired you out, so moving to warm bed really did seemed like a nice option..

Aamon finally managed to reach, even if he's late he came to you, only to find you asleep in the huge bed. He chucked breathlessly, finally taking the present off behind him that he got from Cici's performance, something that he's sure you'd like.

He didn't had the heart to wake you up, instead, choosing to slide next to you in the bed. Slightly sighing pleasantly at how much you warmed the bed bu yourself, he slowly yet gently, sneaked his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.

"Do forgive me...I couldn't came to you on time.."

[a-regular-ol-pill]

I currently have a paper cut rn and I just thought of this;

Imagine Natan being so adamant about taking care of a small cut on your finger. He's a bit pushy about it but only because, in his words; 'Who knows what catastrophe would happen? What if you caught an incurable sickness in the near future? I will not take that chance.'

[aixeko]

-`♡´-≐ “ IF THE WORLD WAS ENDING, I'D WANNA BE NEXT TO YOU ” ≐-`♡´-

| Starring | Soft!Arlecchino x Harbinger!Reader

| Setting | Genshin universe

| Scenario | [ DRABBLE ] FLUFF! Soft with a hint of angst. Pronouns are not used. A bit fast paced. Not proofread. 

► RADIO CHANNEL [Author note]

× This is so mid and I refuse to reread. I’m so sorry if the quality of the fic is not up to par with the others. × Fluff is so boring I'm sorry, It's not my cup of tea.

[ Word count: 2034 ] | Art credit: Blufyrein on Twitter & Instagram

August 20 XXXX…

“The house of the hearth has been blazing with activity ever since the children heeded the upcoming anniversary of my birth. Even with my reluctance, they insisted on celebrating this occasion, one in which I won't prevent seeing the amount of effort and enthusiasm they are collectively putting into this yearly ceremony.

It has been some time now since you last celebrated with us; in fact, it was four years ago exactly on this day, August 20th. Four years in which you had left for your mission issued by the Taritasa to Natlan, and four years since we last heard of your welfare. The children, in spite of the low possibility of attendance, still persist in accounting for your awaited arrivals, and I too bide my time for the day you return home to us.

If it isn't an inconvenience for you, please do not let their hard work wither into nothingness; perhaps even a response letter would be utmost appreciated by the children.

The hearth is set ablaze, anticipating your safe homecoming; the children miss you." 

Two days have passed since Arlecchino sent her most recent letter to you, and the day of her birthday has arrived with the expected ghosting from your side. Her hands focused on providing perfection to the barbecue, moving on their own like a second conscious being, while her gaze stared blankly at the grill, her mind stuck in deep thoughts.

Arlecchino is not one to sugarcoat or disprove the factuality of a situation, but with the lack of responses, or rather no response, over the past four years, the overwhelming, woeful truth has become more prominent than ever.

Her grip on the tongs tightened; with the amount of pressure she was applying, it could bend the steel into a useless apparatus. Furrowed eyebrows follow along with a frustrated sigh and a shake of her head. No, impossible. How can a Harbinger who is soon to be awarded the ranking just below her fall victim to the accursed consequence of life, such as death? It's impossible; the odds are practically none unless you have run into trouble with the almighty archon of Natan; then that is the only possible outcome that can lead to your ultimate demise. Even the mere thought of that possibility is unbelievable; the person whom Arlecchino has married is not one known to be the hostile type despite ranking as a highly potent Harbinger. To hell and back, your personality is enough to make even the devil himself view you as a passive mortal being; you are not married to a woman such as Arlecchino herself for no good reason.

"FATHER!" A young adult male screamed out in horrorstruck desperation.

The sound of her being called awoke Arlecchino from her trance; her head snapped to the young man, whose skin, once flawless, was now bruised, with short ash-blond hair and wearing magician-like clothing that was now dirtied with his own blood. The apron wrapping around her, along with the tongs in hand, was thrown onto the ground as she rushed to her bloody child. The other children near the area hurried to their brother, their expressions sharing concern and anger at the sight.

Arlecchino catches him once his body gives up; desperate, inaudible cries escape his mouth, with the only few words being coherent: Lynette—everyone—hurts!

Those words are enough for her X-shaped eyes to light up to a color akin to flame. Arlecchino's face visibly darkened at the announcement; from its tone, the situation was a lot direr than she could have expected. She gently but hastily lowered Lyney to the ground, her voice booming with command to the children to aid him while she raced to where he had come from. The children who specialized in combat rather than the medical aspects hurtled with Arlecchino despite not being in their Fatui attire; their bodies, enraged, moved on adrenaline alone.

Another one of the children who is limping sees the reinforcements approaching and points in the direction of the ongoing battlefield onslaught. Distant screams are heard, and Arlecchino has no time to properly bring her children to safety; thus, some of the others take charge in retreating the injured to let her focus on eliminating the source of the massacre.

Once she arrives at the cluster of her heavily wounded children and spots the suspect, who's draped in a dark cloak covering their whole body, Arlecchino takes no time transforming into her stronger form.

Arlecchino's scythe bolts at the infiltrator in synchronization with her body, whose speed could be described as quick as lightning. Arlecchino is left with constricted pupils as the mysterious figure dodges the attack with absolute ease, like they have just vanished into thin air.

"It seems like the great supreme Knave has gotten weaker."

The unrecognized tone of a whisper against her ears has her swinging her scythe at a 360-degree angle; this action causes the person to leap backward with a laugh. Arlecchino stands poised, her eyes scanning the figure to make out some sort of recognizable appearance. By the sound of their voice, Arlecchino feels a sense of familiarity coursing throughout all 206 of her bones, yet she can't place her finger on why the stranger is able to invoke such a feeling.

"You made a grave mistake daring to step forth against the House of the Hearth."

One of Arlecchino's hand ignites in a surge of power, and with that, she leaves no time for a response as her scythe hurls at the figure, with a burst of multiple flaming sword-like shapes surrounding the weapon.

Arlecchino's hand snaps out, catching the leg hurtling at her head. Her voice cuts through the air, sharp and full of mockery: "Too slow."

"Not bad!" laughed the person as they disappeared once more, causing a tsk of irritation to be emitted from Arlecchino.

Arlecchino figured that enough was enough and unleashed various attacks all at once, and not a single one landed; it was like this stranger had already calculated and understood every single little detail about her fighting style. The fact that they didn't actually attack but rather used dodge gave Arlecchino a bit of insight; they were playing a game of speed while she was playing a game of strength.

The gleam in Arlecchino's eyes intensified, sparking with otherworldly vigor. Her hand rose, mirroring the spark within as she muttered, "So be it." Her voice breathed life into a realm unseen by mortal eyes, with only an unlucky few witnessing its crimson moon.

The unidentified figure struggles in their stance, proving to be immobile. Play as you like, but to challenge a Harbinger of her standing is nothing to be confident about; daring to try to manipulate the outcome to your desire against another manipulator is pathetically laughable.

Or so Arlecchino thought, because what she didn't expect was for the stranger to be able to move of their own free will, but also to strike her domain as useless and nonexistent with a familiar style.

Her eyes narrowed once back to the real world, for there had only been one person who was informed about how to elude her realm, and based on the dependence on speed rather than strength, it was already a giveaway. Moments later, her suspicion proves true, yet not as anticipated as she presumes as she sees the stranger dashing towards her—well, not a stranger but the one who swiped her caged heart away into a loving shelter, you. You sprint towards her, shedding your cloak through the stride. In a heartbeat, you jump onto her, embracing her tightly with your warmth for an unexpected reunion, but one with no complaints.

"Peruere!"

Arlecchino freezes momentarily at the sudden action, but once recognition dawns, she returns your grip with an equal amount of fierce.

"You're home."

"I'm home!" You grin and draw back to study the face you longed for and missed for the past four years.

Her eyes, no more did they fume with fury; rather, in replacement of it, there radiated a tenderness shown to a small selected lucky few. A rare softness graces her features, an expression reserved only for children and, more intensely, for you.

"Happy birthday—"

You're interrupted by a peck on the lip; honestly, if it weren't for how unexpected it is for the likes of Arlecchino, it would have completely flown past you as some sort of dust.

"I figure the odds of you arriving today would be little to none, but nonetheless, welcome back home, my dear," she paused. "Although that little stunt of yours is not one easily forgiven or overlooked."

Arlecchino glances at the gathering that has formed all around her, more specifically at the young man who is hiding behind his twin sister with a nervous smile.

"Still as stone-hard as ever, I see, but I do admit my twisted plan for a reunion could have been alternated for a sweeter one," you give her an apologetic smile. "My sincerest apologies, Peruere."

"Why didn't you respond to any of my letters?" Arlecchino asked, turning back to look at you and settling you down to your feet to your dismay.

"I did!" you perked. "It just seems like Natlan is a horrible fit for communicating with letters since, somehow, it keeps getting lost and burned to ashes in the lava."

"Your face betrays you, darling." Arlecchino's fingers danced through your hair. "Your face says it all; it's a given that you know there is no hiding anything from me. Don't lie to me; you didn't know I had sent you letters."

"Haha... Look, in my defense, my mission was a mess, and doing anything is a whole other disorder; I'm thankful that the Captain is taking over because that region is a headache to deal with."

Arlecchino places a hand on your waist, pulling you close as her lips make contact with your head. "Setting everything aside, let us use our time together again to celebrate instead of bickering."

The children cheered at the public display of affection between their parents, and the one who was "tending the wounded" was, in fact, actually bringing the barbecue from the House of the Hearth to the large field.

"The children miss you," Arlecchino whispers into your ear, her head pressed against yours.

You wanted to laugh at the children's excuse; she really had not changed much in the past four years, still playing off a cold demeanor to hide the soft shell hidden beneath it, one you had already melted through.

Your eyelids lift, catching her smile, which reveals her pearly white teeth. Your gaze softens. In reality, many things have changed since you first met her, yet she refuses to give herself credit for it. She was once only known as Arlecchino or by her Harbinger title, The Knave, but over the past years, the facade has lowered greatly to divulge the true identity of Father, The Knave, Arlecchino to just Peruere.

"I miss the children too."

For the rest of the day, that smile didn't leave; no, it was displayed for the whole world to see and ravish in. Nor did she leave your side once, insisting on even public displays of affection in spite of being surrounded by the children, and in her own words, "It's to make up for all the time that has been lost."

If only she knew that in the far future, when all of her hair turns white, with yours matching hers, she would realize it was the worst lie she had ever spoken.

If only she knew that in the future she had accidentally made an unspoken oath with herself to spend the rest of her time loving you to make up for the other half of her time that was spent hiding how much she loved you.

The smile, unbeknownst to both of you, would be a permanent fixture. It would endure through your remaining years, brightening each day until your final moments together, when life's inevitable decline finally claims you both.

Even when the world was ending, at least you both would be next to each other, dying with a smile stretching across your features.

[pucksandpower]

Max Verstappen x royal!Reader - Social Media AU (Part I)

princessoforange

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princessoforange An amazing night celebrating motorsport before the Dutch Grand Prix. Thank you to Formula 1 and Red Bull Racing for your warm hospitality

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redbullracing it’s only fair that actual royalty got to meet red bull racing royalty (and by that we mean the car)

dutchroyalnews as poised and elegant as always no matter the occasion!

lightsoutlucy do you have a favorite driver?

formulanone she’s the future queen of the netherlands and is spending the weekend as red bull’s guest. i think it’s pretty obvious who her favorite driver is

lightsoutlucy charles leclerc?

formulanone 😐

kymillman

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kymillman THE PRINCESS OF ORANGE

Her Royal Highness Y/N, Princess of Orange, pictured arriving at Circuit Zandvoort, certainly looked the part with an orange outfit and orange accents

She is doubly representing the royal House of Orange and showing support to Max Verstappen, whose Orange Army similarly dons the bright color due to Dutch cultural ties to the royal family

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paddockstyle oh wow she’s gorgeous and i’m obsessed with that dress

royalfashion it’s belgian label natan couture, a favorite of the dutch royal women

princessoforange

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princessoforange You make your country proud with each and every race but witnessing your stunning victory right here at home in front of a sea of orange was beyond what words can describe 🇳🇱

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maxverstappen1 winning my home race is one of the best feelings in the world made even better by everyone cheering me on. thank you for the tremendous support 🧡🇳🇱

redbullracing ❤️🤍💙

orangearmyf1 one of us! one of us! one of us!

formulagossip

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formulagossip Max Verstappen was pictured dining with Y/N, Princess of Orange and friends at De Librije after his win last night

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f1wagupdates 👁️👄👁️

verstappenupdates 👁️👄👁️

danielricciardo 👁️👄👁️

f1wagupdates ummm daniel???

danielricciardo hey i’m as surprised as the rest of you that max has this much game … or any game for that matter

verstappenupdates

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verstappenupdates the princess of orange and our orange prince 🦁

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madformax okay but if they get married, max will be the literal prince of orange

verstappenupdates it’s written in the stars

supermaxfan they had dinner once after she represented the royal family at their home race. we don’t even know if they’re more than acquaintances. i don’t get why everyone is jumping to conclusions

verstappenupdates did you miss the way they’re holding hands or are you just in denial? pretty clear that they are way more than acquaintances and more than simply friends too

[mrsarnasdelicious]

I want the K, foxy mommah!

[You want the K?]

13: Stomach Kiss

With: Geralt

“I still can’t believe it.” Geralt rumbles. He comes over to the bed and lays down on his side, looking at you with a wide smile. You smile down on him briefly, but focus your eyes on the tiny baby at your breast. “I can’t believe that I am a father.” He whispers.

He rolls over and puts his chin on your thigh. He lifts his hand to caress the stretchmarks on your belly. “Now you have battle scars as well.” He chuckles softly. “It was a battle I gladly fought.” You whisper. The gods know your pregnancy was not an easy one, likely due to the heavy amounts of alchemy that made it possible in the first place, but you would not trade the raven haired baby in your arms for the world. 

Geralt presses sweet soft kisses to the marks on your stomach. You sigh softly, feeling so incredibly loved. “You are so beautiful.” Geralt says ever so gently. “You are too.” You reply.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Part 01 of 03

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: You meet Billy during summer, and the deal was to have a good time before the season is over, before you go back home. But what if the only thing you're scared of - love - starts to flourish?

Next part (02)->

A/N: I wanna thank my amazing friend, @multific, for all the help she gave me while writing this story. Make sure to check her work!!

A/N²: This chapter was inspired on the the song Mine by Taylor Swift.

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

×

Mine

The sun is setting, but there's still quite a while until night comes. But it's not like it matters. You just got here, and you're still getting to know California and everything it has to offer. And you have time, summer has just started. The fresh wind, the golden shine, and the sound of the crashing waves make you smile, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. You love this place. After only a week, California is making you wish you lived here, near the ocean, always smelling the salty water everywhere you go.

“(Y/N).” Your newfound friend, Heloise, calls, and you open your eyes, looking her way. She walks over you, hand in hand with a dark-haired guy. “This is Natan, aka the love of my life.”

“Hi, Natan.” You say, shaking his hand politely, pushing your hair out of the way when the wind messes with it. “It's nice to finally meet you, she's talking about you a lot.”

“Only good things, I hope.” He giggles, looking down at Heloise.

She looks at him too, and you can see it, on both of them, that they love each other. It's crystal clear. “Let's go, I want a sundae and I invite both of you.”

With a polite smile, you nod, follow them, walking at a certain distance, giving them some privacy.

They take you to an ice cream parlor, and you sit on a table on the outside. Natan gestures at some waiter, and as you wait, you listen to their talking... There isn't much to do while the couple chats about their family, laughing, giggling, happy. It's not like you're angry at them for being together, but you just don't see the point.

You've seen how it ends. Both your parents cheated on each other, repeatedly, and even before that, it was always a nightmare. The fights, the yelling... And all that because they told you they were in love when they met. When they started dating. When they got married... But you saw how it turned out. So you wonder why they bother with love if it never lasts.

Sighing, you give them a small smile when they tell you something, but you weren't paying attention. Looking at the inside area of the parlor, a guy gets your attention. He's waiting tables, walking around the place. He's tall, strong for what you can see through the light blue T-shirt. His hair is cut in a mullet, and when he suddenly turns at you, you get only a glimpse of blue eyes before you look away, trying to seem casual.

“What was that?” Natan asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “I saw that.”

“What?” Heloise furrows her eyebrows.

“Nothing. Just a handsome guy.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “No big deal.”

“It's summer, (Y/N). And you're here on vacation. Go get yourself a guy to hang out with.” She says, winking at you. You met her the day you got here, walking on the beach, and you've been inseparable ever since. You know you'll miss her when summer is over. “I'm not saying to fall in love with him, just–”

“Good afternoon. What can I get you?” The voice, deep and strong, makes you look at the image approaching your table. And the air leaves your lungs when you see him, a small notebook in his hand. His eyes find you again, and this time, you can't pretend you're not looking.

“We'd like to have two peanut butter chocolate sundae and my friend over there would like a date with you,” Heloise says, and you look at her with wide eyes. You shake your head a little, trying not to look stupid as you try to get your heartbeats to slow down, the sudden warmth on your skin to cool off. “When is your shift over?”

“An hour.” He answers, and you try to come up with something to say, but your mind is blank.

“Meet her on the old docks.”

“I don't–” You start, raising your head to look at the guy. “Please, ignore her. You don't have to”

“I'll be there.” He simply says, writing down their order and winking at you before turning around and leaving.

“You're welcome.” She says after he's gone. “Have fun and don't be late.”

Sighing, you decide not to say anything else. Well, he wants to go, why not try and see how it plays out?

So, about an hour later, you're alone at the docks, which is a bit crowded. But further into the sea, it's quite empty, and that's where you go. Standing near the edge, you look down, resting your elbows on the wood railing. The sun is halfway down the horizon this time, and the few clouds are painted orange and pink. This landscape deserves a picture, and you'll make sure to take one before summer is over.

“Pretty girl from the parlor?” A voice makes you turn around, and you stand up straighter when you see him. Hair still damp and a different shirt, a dark red, the light fabric being messed up by the wind, making you notice his muscles... That and the buttons left open.

“Hi.” You say, clearing your throat. “Mmm... Y-you don't have to do this, I mean... My friend, Heloise, she's crazy and–”

“I would invite you out anyway.” He cuts you off, walking closer, too close, leaning over your to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “I'm Billy Hargrove.” He says in a low voice as he pulls away. “It's very nice to meet you.”

Blushing, you raise your head a little to look at him. The man is tall. “(Y/N).”

“That's a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.” Billy moves to where you were, sitting down with both legs hanging over the water, you do the same, the wood railing standing above your heads as you have a clear sight of the ocean. “So... How's your libe apart from selling delicious ice cream?”

He giggles, and you glance at him. “That's just a part-time job when I'm in college. But since I'm on vacation I work full time.”

“Mmm...” You mutter, swinging your legs. “Are you from here? You do look like the perfect Californian guy.”

“Yeah. Left a small town, never looked back.” He says, and his arm touches yours lightly. “Spent a year on Hawkins, Indiana. Shitty place. Finished High School and came back home.”

“Why did you go there?”

“Long story.” He says, looking at the ocean.

“Alright.” You nod, shrugging your shoulders. “I'm here on vacation. One summer and one summer only.”

“And where are you from?”

“Long story.” Using his own words against him, you giggle when he scoffs. “What? You don't tell me your story, I won't tell you mine.”

“Fine, princess, you win.” Billy raises both hands, in defeat. And you can't deny your stomach burns a little at the pet name. But you don't let him notice. “My father got married again some years ago, shit went down eventually, he forced everyone to move there.”

“Okay.” You mutter, and it's clear there's much more to the story than just that. But you won't push him to say it. “I live in two different sides of the country. My parents are divorced so I spend six months in New York and six months in Washinton.”

“Sounds rough.”

“It is. I don't enjoy living with neither of them.” You don't want to get sentimental, so you sigh, changing the subject. “Heloise says I need a guy to hang out with, and since it's just a summer thing, it doesn't have to mean anything.”

“Sounds like my kind of relationship,” Billy says, and you look at him just to find him already looking at you. Of course, that's his thing, you know a bad boy when you see one. But since that's what you're looking for, there's no problem. “But you don't look like that kind of girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know romantic eyes when I see them.” He smiles, and you bite your lip, a nervous laugh escaping. “I'm good at reading people. Especially girls.”

“Romance means love. And love does nothing but hurt you in the end. And I wanna safe myself the heartbreak.”

Billy stares at you for a while, as if analyzing you carefully. “No questions asked.” He nods, an arm coming around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “For one summer, and one summer only, we'll be together. And then...”

“And then it's over.” You finish off for him, eyes on the blue water, as blue as Billy's eyes.

•••

The days pass fast, mostly when you're with Billy. After the first date at the docks, it didn't take much until you're spending way too much time together. And it didn't take much after that, for you to find yourself at his place, over and over again, and soon enough, you're escaping through your garden gate every night, always finding Billy waiting behind the house. And you get into his Camaro and he takes you away.

You never thought you'd get so close to someone so fast. Or that you'd enjoy someone's company so much. But even though, you try not to think. You try to stay close to Billy as much as you can, but keep your heart out of it. Both because you know the type of guy he is, and because you know this won't last long. You have a date to go back to New York, and whatever you have here, will be nothing but a warm, lovely memory. And you don't talk about it, none of you. The expiration date draws near, closer and closer with every sunrise, but you don't talk about it.

You're both living as if you're a thing. Together. He's yours, and you're his. For as long as the summer lasts. It feels like you're taking on the world together.

Tonight, you're both getting ready for a fair. You just took a shower and once you're ready, hair dry and brushed, you go out, stopping by his dresser and pulling your drawer, the one he gave you to put your things since you spend too much time here. You pull a shirt and put it on before joining Billy in the living room.

“What was that you said about Amanda?” Billy asks from his place on the couch as you move to sit next to him, making sure to kind of drop on him, pulling your legs over his lap. He's ready, but he welcomes you with open arms.

“She's suspicious my father is cheating on her.” You shrug your shoulders, enjoying those blue eyes settled on yours.

“Well, is he?”

“He found some woman. The same day we got here.” Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “She's stepmom number two and he's still doing it.”

“He's a son of a bitch. But you already know that.” Billy says, and you chuckle. In the very beginning, he tried not to say such things about your father, but when he learned how you feel about him, he doesn't hold back anymore. And you don't mind. He's one hundred percent right. “But how are you so sure about it?”

“Mmm... My mother taught me to read the signs a long time ago.” She mutters, a hand on your hair as you bite your lip at the memory. And at all that comes with it. That feeling of your old, childhood, and teenage dreams of finding love. Someone who would love you, only you. “So I'd know when I'm being cheated on. Because just like her my destiny is to have an unfaithful husband she thinks it's my gate as well.” A humorless laugh escapes your lips, and you try not to let him notice the tears gathering in your eyes. So you stand up, pretending to fix your hair. “I think we should get going by the way.”

“Hey.” He says, and you feel him taking your hand, forcing you to face him. When you refuse to look up, he lifts your chin with his index finger. “You know you don't have to fake it with me, right?” Billy keeps his voice low, and you weakly nod. The bad boy transforms a little, mostly when you feel like this. And it amazes you how he learned your secrets, finding out why you're guarded. “Don't think about this. Remember we're living in an alternative universe, just you and me.” He leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. “And we'll never make your parents mistakes.”

That makes you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and tiptoeing to kiss him once again. “You're right, as usual.”

“Yeah. Now let's go, princess.”

The drive to the fair lasts only half an hour, and you get there just when it's opening. It's quite empty then, but as the night falls, it gets more crowded. You meet Heloise and Natan there, and also some of Billy's friends. But after a couple of hours walking around and getting some prizes, you both walk to the deck above the ocean, with Billy lighting up the necklace he got you now and then. It's a pinkish plastic heart, with a button on the back that makes it glow. He doesn't leave your side, not even when his friends invite him somewhere, he rather stay with you.

And for the whole night, you try not to think about anything else than what you feel now. Happiness, so much you wish this never ended. The way Billy looks at you makes your stomach burn, tingles your skin... It's different, you're not sure why.

The night ends, but you still have time. Precious time, that you make sure to spend with him as much as you can. The clock is ticking, the days are passing. But for now, you still have him.

•••

It's raining today. Pouring. But not only outside.

You didn't know calling back home would be so expensive, and Billy just got the bill. He started yelling and so did you. Of course, you'll pay for it, it doesn't matter if it's half your budget for the month. But the argument got heated fast, since you're both hotheads and don't know how to let things go. The yellings at 2:30am will surely have some neighbors complaining tomorrow, but neither of you care right now. You both say things you didn't mean, but Billy rubs the wrong way, which sends you off his apartment, into the rain, burning with anger.

Everything is slipping right out of your hands. You made a mistake, but after everything that was said, whatever you had is over. And that's what hurts the most.

You're on the sidewalk when you hear the building door banging, and you quicken your pace. Billy's footsteps get louder, and you brace yourself for the goodbye. Because that's all you've ever known. Love breaks, and it hurts, and it destroys. It doesn't matter what type of love it is.

“(Y/N).” He calls, and you stop, wiping the tears away, even if they're all mixed with the rain. “Would you listen to me for a moment?”

“I'll pay, Billy. I'll have the money tomorrow.” You mutter, raising your voice a little to make yourself heard above the rain. “What else do you want?”

He's silent, shrugging his shoulders and avoiding your eyes for a while. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't–”

“Just say it, Billy. If we're over, just say it.”

He steps closer, and you step back. But Billy holds your shoulders, forcing you to stay close. Your heart is breaking, and it hurts like nothing ever did before. “I remember that day at the fair.” He starts, a hand touching your cheek, wet fingers caressing your skin. “The purple lights from the necklace illuminating your face, the city lights on the water...”

“Billy, what–”

“That day I... I saw it in your eyes, (Y/N). For a moment you started to believe.”

“Believe on what?” You ask, more tears rolling down. Billy has this thing with you, he always makes your heart melt, or maybe burst into flames.

“On us.” That makes you cry even more, and you collapse against his chest, both your soaking clothes attached to one another. “Do you remember when we were sitting there by the water? I put an arm around you for the first time.” He rubs your back, strong arms holding you tight. Billy's heartbeat fills your ears, and you close your eyes, the summer storm not bothering you one bit. “Every time I look at you it's like the first time, when I caught your stare on the parlor. And now, we're together. Only for a short time but...” He pulls away, just enough to look down at you. “ You're the best thing that's ever been mine.”

A smile takes over your lips, and you don't think, you just jump, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling his hands grabbing both your thighs to hold you up. “You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter.”

“That I did.” He smiles as well, and the kiss that follows tastes like Summer rain. “Let's go back home.”

“Let's go back home.” You agree, and he carries you back as you cling to him.

×

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 19

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago. [Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Light Degradation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters. *Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

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You realized very quickly that learning about ghosts and ghouls was not good for your condition. As Professor Gallant informed you in a very unsurprised and uninterested voice: “jump-scares are part of the job.”

Unlike with humans, the Nine-Tailed Fox was hyper-sensitive to your interactions with any spirits, since she herself was a spirit. Even when the tiniest ghost came floating out of a small cubbard, the Nine-Tailed Fox would bristle.

You’re turning me into a scaredy-cat, you stupid fox.

You don’t understand, the Fox said sharply. Once the spirit senses me in you, they are tempted to overcome me and take you as their host. Only, two spirits cannot inhabit the same receptacle.

I’m a receptacle?

You are to us.

Well, I thought you said you were powerful, you said accusingly, as you stared in the mirror, observing the silver fox ears sprouting from your head yet again. So why are you threatened by these teeny-tiny ghouls, huh?

The Fox merely turned her head away from you, with her nose in the air.

You sighed. It hadn’t been two weeks yet, so you’d taken to wearing your hood up even when Professor Gallant was training you.

When he made no comment about it, you ventured to ask, “You don’t think I’m strange?” to which he replied, “Of course you’re strange. You want to learn about the otherworldly.”

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Two weeks passed, and Severus Snape did not come to you with any Disguising Potions. Finally, you went up to his office yourself.

“Excuse me,” you said, as soon as Severus opened the door.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“You said you could make the Disguising Potion in two weeks.”

“I’m missing an ingredient. I’m waiting for it to arrive.”

“What ingredient?”

“Salvinia Natans.”

Your nose crinkled. “What?”

“Otherwise known as the Floating Fern,” Severus explained. “It’s an aquatic plant.”

“So, can’t you just find it in the Great Lake?”

Severus sighed. “Technically, there could be some down in the Great Lake, yes. But one would have to venture fairly far down to – Wait!”

But you were already off and running, desperate either to have the Potion or to have Severus satisfy you again, and you were rather keen to avoid that latter option.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Having cast the Bubble-Head Charm on yourself, you dove into the Great Lake. At first, the swimming seemed easy, but the deeper you went, the darker the water became, until you had to light up your wand to see a mere three feet in front of you.

Oh, so you’re embarrassed by the fox ears on your head, but you’re not afraid to swim around with a stupid bubble over your head? The Fox snorted.

Well, the difference is that there is no one around here, you shot back.

The Fox replied, I wouldn’t be so sure.

What?

“Hello!”

You screamed bloody murder, with your heartbeat literally stopped for a moment, until you realized that it was just Moaning Myrtle, the harmless ghost that haunted the girls’ bathroom on the second floor.

Myrtle immediately sulked. “I know I’m a ghost, but there’s no need to shriek like that…”

I’m so sorry, Myrtle, you tried to say, but all that came out of your bubble was a trail of smaller bubble.

But Myrtle seemed to understand. She giggled cheerfully, “I got you good, didn’t I?”

You nodded at her.

“What are you down here for, anyways?”

Another stream of bubbles left your mouth, as you replied, I’m looking for an underwater fern, called the Floating Fern.

“Oh, I know what those are. The mermaids like to flock around it.”

Mermaids?

“Sure, over there.” Myrtle pointed, but all you could see was inky black. “There’s an underwater garden of sorts. You’ll see.”

Um, Myrtle. Could you do me a huge favor and go and pick me some? I promise I’ll –

Before you could even finish your first attempt at negotiation, Myrtle’s eyes widened and she started to weep. “Pick you some? As if I could interact with physical objects! As if my hands could – could wrap around something and p-pick it up! How dare you?

Myrtle, don’t cry. Myrtle, I’m sorry! You called desperately after her, but she was already gone.

Very smooth, the Fox commented.

You scowled. Why couldn’t you help me charm her, huh? Why do you only ever persuade men I don’t even fancy to sleep with me? We could avoid all of that by just getting Severus what he needs to make this bloody Potion.

Exactly.

What?

That Potion will disguise the physical attributes arising from my inhabitation of you, but it doesn’t actually solve the issue – that is, it leaves me depleted of energy. You’re starving me, child, and you expect me to help you to prolong that?

At this, you fell silent for a moment. Then, quietly, you murmured, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.

I know. Besides, though you don’t know it, you’re doing very well with this one on your own.

Hm?

Nothing, the Fox said airily, just keep swimming.

You did, until you came to the underwater garden that Myrtle had been talking about.

You stared confusedly at the multitude of plants before you. The hell is that? Or this? Or… Merlin, I didn’t know there were so many aquatic plants.

After a moment, you stupidly decided to just go for it. You reached out and grabbed at a fern – only to have its leaves suddenly come up all over with pricking needles and burn the hell out of your fingers and palm.

Owwwww! You gasped and immediately let go of the plant. You jolted backwards, thrashing about in the water, and you accidentally ran straight into something behind you,

Oh, Merlin, no, this is just my luck! Running right into some sea monster - !

But when you turned around, it was none other than Severus, except he wasn’t wearing a bubble around his head like you. Instead, he looked entirely like himself, except for…

Your eyes widened. Are those gills on the sides of his neck? And webs between his fingers?

Before you could say anything (or let out a chain of bubbles, as it were), Severus had grabbed your wrist. With incredible speed, he propelled you back up to the surface.

As soon as your head burst out of the water, your Bubble Head Charm disappeared. Severus, too, had timed whatever it was he had done perfectly, and the fish-like features disappeared as the two of you made your way to shore.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Severus griped, evidently deciding to celebrate his return to human form by berating you. “Grabbing a Fire Fern with your bare hand? Are you insane?”

“Well,” you sputtered, “I couldn’t tell which one was the Floating Fern, so I just went for it. I mean, how are you supposed to tell? And why the hell is it called a Floating Fern when it doesn’t float?”

“It does once it’s picked from its root.”

“Oh.” You fell silent for a moment. Then, you couldn’t resist asking, “What did you do that gave you gills and webbed fingers?”

“You didn’t learn anything in Potions, did you?”

“Honestly? No.”

Severus reached into his robe and pulled out a tiny bottle. You stepped closer and saw that it seemed to contain some seaweed-type plant.

“It’s Gillyweed. When consumed, it temporarily gives the user fish-like features, including the ability to breathe underwater,” Severus explained succinctly. “Anyways.” He put the bottle back into his robes. However, as his hand brushed across his chest, he grimaced.

You blinked. “Are you hurt?”

“You were thrashing about so wildly…”

You reached out with both of your hands and you gently pulled open Severus’ shirt, only to see the beginnings of what was clearly a bad bruise.

You let out a breath. “So, you bruise, too…”

Severus’ brow furrowed. “What kind-of an idiotic statement is that?”

“You bruise, too, like any other man.”

Severus’ eyes narrowed. “Do you not see the utter absurdity of you doubting that I am a man, when you are the oddity with fox ears coming out of your head?”

“Right…” you murmured. You reached out and hesitantly touched his chest, tracing the bruise with gentle fingers. You couldn’t quite explain, even to yourself, why it was surprising that Severus could be wounded, just like any other man. Perhaps it was because he always seemed so impenetrable. Of everyone you had ever met, Severus Snape presented himself as the most emotionless person you had ever met. It was as if he had no vulnerabilities. But now, seeing first-hand evidence that he, too, wounded like any other man, you marveled at how strictly he seemed to live.

Having had enough of you standing there and strangely tracing his bruise with your cold fingers, Severus reached up and snatched your wrist in his grip.

“Sorry,” you apologized weakly. “I didn’t realize…”  It wasn’t clear to either of you whether you were apologizing for having hurt him or for standing there, touching his chest so awkwardly.

“As I said before, you clearly have no control over yourself,” Severus chided you. He gazed down, first at your hands grasping his shirt lapels open, then at your eyes, which were staring up at him, and then those twitching fox ears on top of your head.

“Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” Severus continued. His voice dropped into a velvet-like tone. “Running headlong towards a spirit and letting them take possession of you. Anyone with a brain capable of the merest hesitation would know better than that. And now look at you, desperate for my help…”

Pride irked, you said staunchly, “I’m not desperate for anything.”

“Then why did you swim down into the very depths of the Black Lake to find a fern you couldn’t even identify?

You scowled, unable to come up with a good comeback.

Watching you, Severus shook his head. “How on earth did a girl like you manage to find the Nine-Tailed Fox?”

You grimaced, half at his insulting statement and half because the burn on your hand was smarting up again. You held your hand up to examine it. Your palm was all puffy, shiny, and red – a trademark burn.

Severus reached out and grabbed your hand in his. Something cold, wet, and slimy squished between your hands.

“What’re you -? That feels gross!”

“Gillyweed also has healing effects when treating a burn,” Severus informed you.

Sure enough, your burnt palm began to feel much better, but the way that his fingers were wrapped around yours now…

Your ears twitched again. You breathed out, a bit nervously, “Um…”

Severus’ eyes flickered up to meets yours. They were such a dark shade – a true black. You swallowed hard. You found him entirely unreadable. Your fox ears twitched softly.

“Stop that nonsense.”

“Huh?” Your ears began to twitch even more furiously.

“Stop that. You look ridiculous,” Severus told you.

The Fox let out a snicker, not buying Severus’ lie.

Unfortunately for you, Severus somehow heard the Fox’s snicker.  Scowling, he reached out and grabbed your fox ears, meaning to still them himself.

“Ah!” You slapped his hands away and stumbled backwards, woozy. “What d’you think you’re doing? Hands off!”

Severus stared at you in surprise. “Is it truly so intense?”

“Yes,” you responded through gritted teeth. “It is. So, you keep your hands away.”

Severus stepped closer to you, however. In a condescending voice, he suggested, “Well, if it’s so sensitive, perhaps a few tugs of those ridiculous ears will do the trick.”

“You leave my ears well alone,” you told him. Unfortunately for you, the sudden burst of electricity you’d felt from when he had tugged your ears had reached your cheeks, tinging them a soft pink.  

Severus studied you for a moment longer. Catching the blush on your face, he instructed you, “Perhaps my suggestion was not so far off the mark. Come here.”

“Don’t touch my ears.”

“I said, come here.”

“Don’t touch my ears.”

The Fox was fully laughing in your head, rolling around in the very depths of your soul in a most undignified manner.

You stop that, you seethed at her. You’re making my soul into your playground.

And what’s wrong with that? The Fox asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at you.

I was destined for noble things, you countered, a bit sadly.

Oh, let go of such notions, the Fox sighed. You don’t want nobility. You want release.

Now. The Fox gave you a little shove once again. Go forth. Unless you want my tails to show up, too.

Severus caught you. You looked up at him, eyes wary and full of dislike for him. Catching your expression, Severus’ mouth curled up in an unpleasant manner. “You’re not even grateful for my help.”

“Course I am,” you replied quickly. “I’m very thankful for your help. I’m just not thankful for you – What are you? Ah!”

While you were speaking, Severus had reached up, grasped the back of your neck, and turned your head up, towards him, as if he made to kiss you.  Then, quicker than in a blink of an eye, Severus’ hands snuck up. He wrapped his hands around your fox ears and positively yanked at them.

You choked from the sudden intake of air that you instinctively took. “Y-You bastard!” you coughed out. “I told you - !”

Severus used his arms to push your face into his chest, to shush you. Meanwhile, he kept tugging and yanking meanly at your ears, gripping at the soft little shapes.

You were moaning and gasping with each little tug and yank, and you were pushing at him desperately to try to get some space between the two of you.

Finally, Severus slid his fingers around the base of your ears. Tugging at them, he forced your head up.

“Severus!” you cried out, cheeks pink and hair matted to your forehead. “You’re such a -!”

He kissed you fiercely, fiercely enough that you suddenly felt his hard, sturdy body pushing against yours. Your breath escaped you as your hips met, with a soft little “uhn,” coming out of your mouth.

“What did I say about those ridiculous noises you make?” Severus reminded you.

“But I barely made a sound!”

It didn’t seem to matter, anyways, as Severus had already kissed you again. There was something frantic about the two of you in this moment. Rough and frantic – and yet, paradoxically, it felt slow, too. Perhaps it was because Severus was such a purposeful man. You could sense the intent behind each and every one of his actions.

First, the way his hands gripped your neck so tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up for him so that he could kiss you as rough as he wanted meant that it only took a few minutes before your mind was spinning dizzily. Still, you were cognizant enough to be able to note, rather breathlessly, “You’re better this time.”

Severus merely snorted at your comment. Then, his hands came down to trace your form because he wrapped his arms around you. His embrace too, seemed to happen quite slowly, with his arms gradually tightening around you. But once he had you in his embrace, you felt that he nearly suffocated you, what with your chest pressing up against his so tightly.

You barely managed to slip your hands down his front. Still, with your fingertips, you clutched onto the zipper of his trousers.

Suddenly, Severus pulled away from you. “Have you lost your mind?” he hissed. “We’re out on the castle grounds. Anyone can walk by at any moment.”

“You kissed me first!”

The Fox suddenly stopped you. She pressed her snout lightly against your chest. Don’t waste your time arguing now. You know what to do, little one.

Before you knew, you had changed tactics. Leaned in, you whispered sweetly to Severus, “Fine, then take me away. Take me somewhere where no one will find us, where no one will see or hear us, no matter what you do to me.”

But Severus merely arched his eyebrow questioningly at you. “I hardly think what I wish is the issue here. Rather, what does that Fox inside of you plan to do to me?”

“She won’t eat you,” you promised. “She doesn’t intend to hurt you.”

No, no, the Fox agreed. A sly smile perked up her snout as she whispered deviously, But we can use our mouth in other ways, can’t we?

You shush, you told her.

My, my, aren’t you sounding just like him? the Fox laughed brightly at you.

Meanwhile, Severus had finally made up his mind.

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Severus led you up to his room, hoping to satisfy you quickly and then punt you out of his sight. However, upon entering the room, you realized that the lake water was drying into your robes and on your skin, plus your hand smelled of gillyweed.

Before Severus could fully protest, you’d stripped off all of your clothes and made it into his shower. Severus let out a few choice curse words when he heard the sound of the shower turning on.

You certainly took your time in there, too, or so Severus thought. By the time you were out of the shower, with a large towel wrapped snugly around your body and another piled on top of your head, he was fuming.

“What are you doing?” he hissed. “Why didn’t you use your own damn shower?”

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “Yours was closer.”

You pulled the towel off of your head.

Severus blinked. “The fox ears haven’t gone away.”

“Well, no,” you agreed. “It’s not like I can scrub them off.”

Behind his back, Severus’ hands were clenched together. His chest rose, and then stopped, as he held his breath for a moment. For some reason, his pants felt awfully tight. And, unless he was dreaming, there was frost creeping the edges of his vision, until his peripheral vision was altogether gone, and all he could see was you, standing in front of his mirror as you did your best to dry your hair – your long, silver hair.

“What are you?” Severus asked desperately. “Some phantom? A ghost?”

“No,” you replied calmly, as you slowly opened the front of your towel. You knew, or rather, the Fox knew that Severus could see you in the mirror. Without dropping the towel, but merely holding it open, you turned your head and looked back at Severus. Blinking softly, you murmured, “You already know – I’m a fox spirit.”

Severus was beginning to lose his usually unwavering sense of control, of focus… In a voice most unlike himself, he asked, “If – That is, should I give you what you want” – Severus swallowed – “will you leave me be?”

You dropped your towel. “It’s not about that, though, is it? The question is not whether I’ll leave you be, or whether you want me to come back. Not at all. We’re far past that. The question for us is: How do you want me?”

Severus had fallen utterly silent as your words, promising so much and yet far too late, washed over him. Without meaning to, his eyes followed your curves up and down, then back up and back down again.

Don’t turn around, Severus begged you in his head. I can hardly think straight as it is. What’s come over me?

You started to turn, oblivious (or perhaps all too aware) of Severus’ thoughts.

Severus suddenly rushed forward, and he pushed you rather forcefully up onto the mirror in front of you.

You abruptly stiffened as you felt the cold glass pressed up all down your front. “Severus!” you choked out. “It’s c-cold!”

“Hush!” Severus growled into your ear accusingly. “You’re a blasted nymph! You seduce men based on their fantasies to have them as you will. But once you’ve made use of them, you leave them to die, don’t you?”

If that were true, would I have possessed this silly girl?

You and Severus both stiffened, as the Fox abandoned her guise in you for a moment to speak directly to Severus.

Your own voice, too, returned to you just enough for you to mention, “Um, S-Sev? I can’t breathe.”

Severus hastily lowered his arm. You fell back on your feet. Then, you finally turned around, facing him.

Severus did not hide the fact that he was devouring your shape with his eyes. His black eyes glittered with want.

You shivered. “Y’know, I am a bit cold, standing like this.”

You started to step past him to grab your clothes, when Severus grabbed your shoulder and held you there, before him. Startled, you felt his name slip from your lips. “Severus?”

“Lie down on the bed.”

“What?”

“Go,” he commanded, releasing you. “Lie down on my bed.”

You slowly walked over to his bed. Hesitating, you glanced over your shoulder at Severus. He remained perfectly still, simply watching you. You slid forward, letting your palms slide over his sheets until you were lying down atop his bed. You blinked as an unexpectedly warm scent of basil and sage washed over you.

Behind you, Severus was still standing there. Unbeknownst to you, a crisis was unfolding in his head. On the one hand, he hated the idea that he was falling for the Fox’s wiles, and that he was being tempted by you. Though he never wished for you to bully you, he couldn’t help but feeling condescending towards you the same way he did with Dumbledore – this talk of myths and fairytales confused and frustrated him. Severus thought you a silly little thing for chasing after the Nine-Tailed Fox. Though, he had to admit that you were right that the Fox existed, after all. And Severus was rather impressed that you’d actually found the Fox. Still, he didn’t want to fall into the same trap that you had seemingly fallen into – where the Fox was using you for its needs.

Finally, Severus came to the bed. His hands came down on the sheets on either side of your head. He leaned down and whispered fiercely in your ear, “I will give you the release you want, if only to help this girl you’ve ensnared with your mind tricks. But I will never make love to you,” he whispered. “Do you understand me, you slippery Fox? I have no intention whatsoever of being your prey. I will keep my soul intact.”

The Fox whispered back, You’re very strong of mind, Severus Snape. No wonder your Legilimency skills are so formidable. But as you felt, I can slip right through them.

“Will you trick me with your illusions, then?” Severus asked, in a low, defensive growl.  

No, I respect your decision. But give us enough to carry on, won’t you? We’re hungry. As are you.

You blinked as you felt your hips rising, not of your own accord, until you’d gently pressed your ass up against Severus, who was still leaning over you.

“No.” Severus pressed down on the small of your back roughly, pushing you back down flat against the bed. A soft breath left you as your hips pressed back into the sheets.

No?

Severus’ hand slipped to your side, but instead of slipping off of you, he kept his hand on your waist – in fact, he was clutching at you rather rightly.

“You think that I suffer from hunger?” he challenged the Fox, unwilling to simply give in.

Yes. You’re starved of affection. Your strength comes at the price of a terrible loneliness. I can see that. For the time being, I can fill that void for you, if you just…

You once again softly lifted your hips and you waved your hips back and forth in the air, brushing your bare ass past the front of his pants.

“Be still, you,” Severus growled at you. He suddenly gave your ass a sharp spank, making you yelp softly in surprise.

Then, a growl of your own (not of the Fox’s volition) rose into the air. You turned around on the bed, thought still underneath Severus, and you prodded your finger angrily into his chest. “She’s not the only one you need to appease,” you warned Severus, and by ‘she,’ you were referring to the Nine-Tailed Fox. “I’m not just some girl the Fox took advantage of. I’m a witch, and I’m more than capable of stringing you up in your own sheets and leaving you here to dry, like all of those gross herbs you use in Potions.”

Severus rolled his eyes at your lame threat.

You hated when you weren’t taken seriously. “Or I can hex off and grind up your horn for you,” you carried on, eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m sure it would fetch a few Sickles on the black market, though it obviously wouldn’t be worth nearly as much as unicorn horn powder.”

“I’m surprised and relieved that you know the name of at least one Potion ingredient,” Severus retorted dryly.

You grabbed a fistful of Severus’ robes and dragged him down on top of you. “Listen here, you little shit,” you whispered angrily. “Fox or not, I’ll leave right now if you – Ah!” You gasped as you felt a sudden warmth flash between your thighs, as you dragging Severus down meant that suddenly, his hips were flush against your thighs, and the front of his pants pressing down, rather heavily, against your… your… You swallowed hard.

“If I what?” Severus whispered back meanly. “Didn’t you ever learn to finish your sentences?”

Too dazed to reply, you simply blinked as you let go of the front of Severus’ robes.

Severus immediately sat up. He frowned as he flattened out the front of his robes, trying to rid it of the wrinkles your little fist had just made there. He glanced down at you, only to find you staring at him… or rather, at a very specific bulge straining the front of his pants. Apparently, you hadn’t been the only one to feel that flash of heat run through your body.

Severus flushed. Reaching down quickly to cover himself, he muttered, “Turn around. I prefer not to see your face.”

Your nose crinkled. “That’s rather mean, you know.”

Severus sighed. In one swift motion, he flipped you over on his bed. Then, he sat firmly atop the back of your thighs, trapping you in place.

The Fox snickered in your head.

Having fun, are we? you asked her, irritated.

Severus Snape is quite an interesting person, the Fox murmured, mostly thinking to herself. In fact, yes, I rather think…

You think what?

But you never got to hear the Fox’s reply, for you suddenly felt something warm and thick slip over the curve of your ass.

You paused. “What are you doing?”

“Shush.”

You tried to lift yourself up onto your elbows, but Severus reached over and pushed you back down onto the bed.

You immediately sprung up again, though, and you quickly turned your head back to look at what he was doing.

That curiosity, Severus thought distastefully, frowning down at you. She can’t even help herself, can she?

He saw your eyes widen. Severus had pulled his cock out of his trousers and now had his cock resting on top of your pert little ass.

“What?” he asked curtly.

“N-Nothing.” You quickly looked away again. In fact, you were rather shocked by how large and thick Severus’ cock was. You were sure that if he were flip you over and measure your cock against your body, it would go all the way up into your tummy.

“What are you going to do?” you asked, now with anticipation bubbling up inside of you.  

Severus merely said, “I won’t enter you without your consent. You have my word.”

“O-Okay.” You paused. “But that wasn’t my question.”

However, Severus didn’t have to explain anything to you. For, only a moment later, he had reached down to grasp your ass. Squeezing your firm, curvy ass cheeks together, he started to run the length of his cock up and down against the pretty line between your cheeks.

Severus groaned, appreciating how very perky and right your ass was. He leaned forward a little, so that the tip of his cock nearly slipped between your ass cheeks with each gentle and slow back-and-forth of his hips.

At first, honestly, the anticipation in your tummy simmered down as you realized that he was not about to give you his hard, thick cock the way you had hoped. You sighed quietly, thinking that this would do absolutely nothing for you. You didn’t really understand how this would do anything for Severus, either.

But then, of course, you couldn’t see yourself. You couldn’t even begin to imagine Severus’ view -  how seeing the way your soft thighs were gathered together, how the curve of your ass was quite pretty to him, and then how graceful the dip down to the small of your back, which seemed so very small and delicate to him, would affect him.

Severus, for his part, wondered if you realized that your hair had turned long and silver, pooling in beautiful ringlets atop his white sheets on either side of you. Then, there were damn fox ears on top of your head, giving little twitches any time you were feeling the least bit of pleasure.

Severus closed his eyes and he gave in to that feeling of wanting you, of needing you in some way that would make his hunger for you known. He began to work his hips against you, until his cock was becoming slick with pre-cum spreading all over your ass, and he began to push himself faster and faster, nearly snapping his hips forwards and back, as his cock kept brushing over and slipping against your ass.

Then, Severus groaned. He groaned – and your eyes blinked open and your ears perked up. Because, goodness, the depth of his voice was – was – well, it was something new and different, that was for sure.

You made to lift yourself onto your elbows again, wanting to see Severus, to match his intense voice with him. However, Severus felt you move under him. Without opening his eyes, he knew what you were up to, and therefore knew to instantly push you right back down against his sheets.

You let out a soft, frustrated moan. “Severus,” you pleaded with him. “Stop pushing me down. I just want to look at you…”

Severus ignored you, but his cock twitched when he heard you say his name so pleadingly. Her voice, he found himself thinking. Maybe she can put her mouth to other uses for me… That is, if that’s what she truly wants.

Meanwhile, you were growing more and more – not uncomfortable, but restless – as you were suddenly becoming aware of how very hot this position was, even if he wasn’t outright fucking you. For one, Severus’ groans were growing even heavier, and a soft, but quite deep growl, accompanied every one of his moans. You couldn’t help but feel your heart thrum in time to his moans. There was something so very entrancing about hearing someone like Severus start to give in to himself, and to lose control over the sounds coming from his own mouth. Then, there was the way Severus’ fingers were pressing into your ass as he held you down on the bed. There was also the way his thrusts were becoming heavier and rougher, making your hips bounce lightly against Severus’ bed. From there, it truly didn’t require much imagination to picture how your hips would be bouncing against the bed if he were fucking you instead. You swallowed at the mere thought of it, and you knew, without a doubt, that your pussy was starting to get wet, even without him touching you.

Besides that, Severus’ cock was only getting bigger, as he used your ass to pleasure himself, and you swore you could feel the veins and ridges of his cock. Must feel heavenly, you found yourself thinking. You closed your eyes and imagined taking him inside of your with little hole. Without realizing it, your mouth fell open and you started to drool a little. Mmm, you hummed in your head.

Just then, Severus’ cock throbbed against your ass, and you shivered. Severus let out a berating grunt, and a second later, you felt him, not just on top of you, but mounting you, so that you could feel the inside of his strong thighs squeezing against the outside of yours.

You buried your face against the sheets and moaned out hotly. Oh God, I didn’t think this would be so – so – uhn…

Severus was rubbing his cock all over your ass now, leaving a trail of his glistening cum along your ass. He was barely holding back, and the amount of self-control it took him to keep from pushing your legs apart and thrusting into you was incredible.

Now, to make things even harder for him, you were moaning for him, though you had hid your face in his sheets to try to muffle yourself. Besides that, your little body was shivering all over, and Severus almost felt pity for you. Almost.

Severus was sure that he was going to cum soon if you kept up your little display of moans. He hated how much your soft little noises disarmed him. Wanting to cum from fucking a woman’s pussy was one thing. But cumming at the mere sound of her moans – it was too much for Severus’ pride.

Severus spanked your ass roughly. Thankfully, you yelped loudly, and Severus used that as an excuse to scold you, “Shush. How many times do I have to say it?”

“I d-didn’t even s-say anything!” you blubbered out, barely lifting your head from the sheets.

Severus caught a glimpse of your flushed face, and he hurriedly looked away. Keep it together, he told himself in his head.

“You moan too breathily,” Severus told you meanly, though even he knew that he was spouting complete nonsense at this point.

“N-Nngh, you’re not being fair,” you half-argued and half-pleaded with him.

“I never said I would play f-fair,” Severus breathed out, his own voice catching at the end of his sentence. For he was close. Merlin, he was so close.

Unable to hold himself back, Severus ran his hands down the length of your back, pressing you into his bed. Your breath stuttered as your felt your breasts press against his sheets. But Severus’ hands went all the way up to your shoulders, and then he gripped you hard by your shoulders.

“Ah!” You let out a far louder gasp as Severus suddenly made you arch your back for him, for he was grasping your shoulders so tightly. Your head fell back, and your beautiful silver hair streamed down your back, only to pool at the small of your back.

Severus groaned. Having you arch like this for him, your ass lifted even higher, and your tummy all tight from being pulled into the position he wanted, Severus could feel your shoulders straining under his grasp, and he honestly loved it – loved having you like this, straining and squirming under him as he grinded his cock furiously against you.

“Oh God!” you breathed out harshly.

“Stay down,” Severus whispered harshly at you, with his jaw clenched tightly.

“I c-can’t stay down!” you moaned loudly. “You k-keep holding o-onto my shoulders – S-Sev! Ah!” You gasped in surprise as you felt Severus’ cock nearly slip between your thighs and brush right back your wet little cunt.

“Fuck!” Severus spat out. “That’s why I told you to stay still.”

“U-Uhn! I don’t care!” you burst out. “Sev, please just give it to - !” You blinked in shock as you realized what you’d nearly said. You hurriedly yanked at Severus’ sheets and bit down on the soft cloth, shutting yourself up. You closed your eyes and prayed that Severus had not caught on to what you’d nearly said to him.

It’s his fault, you thought, hiding from your own overwhelming sexual frustration. He nearly entered me. That would have surprised anyone. S’ not – S’ not that I w-want him – Uhn!

But a little part of you prayed that he’d just slip into you – any excuse to feel him fill you up, as you knew he undoubtedly would, just from feeling the way his cock slid against your ass. Feeling all that friction inside of me. Mmmm, fuck.

You didn’t realize when the sheets fell out of your mouth, and you started to just moan all open-mouthed, with your cheek pressed up against the sheet.

“Ah! Ah! Please… Uhn… Please!” you panted out nonsensically. “Please, won’t you just -? P-Please, can I -?”

“Can you what? Stop mumbling nonsense,” Severus scolded you, though it was clear by the panting rippling throughout his own voice that he wasn’t quite in control of himself either.

“M-May I -?”

“You’re not making the least bit of s-sense – Uhn,” Severus groaned deeply as he continued to fuck his cock between your ass cheeks. He grunted in appreciation, feeling how your thighs were shivering like crazy underneath him right now.  

Unable to hold back any longer, you lifted your hips off the bed. Severus, who had already thrust himself forward one finally time, exhaled sharply when his cock suddenly pushed up right against your tight little pussyhole. He felt you, pulsing all wetly against the tip of his cock.

Oh, shit, Severus cursed in his head. He held still for a split second, trying in vain to keep control of himself.

But it was a lost cause. Severus’ eyes rolled back in his head for a brief moment. His hands suddenly fumbled all over your ass until he managed to grab your hips. He very nearly thrust his hips forward just then, out of pure instinct and want, but that voice of self-control, so prevalent in his genius mind, reminded him that he needed to ask for your consent first and besides, he didn’t want to see himself get tricked by that damn Fox.

Instead, Severus abruptly pushed himself off of you, but not before accidentally cumming all over you.

“Shit – Fuck - ” Severus bleated out in desperate grunts, as he felt himself cum despite his best efforts not to.

You gasped when Severus came – all over your little pussyhole and asshole, without even having been inside you. His thick, white, hot cum spurted all over your ass and cunt, until you were positively dripping with him.

Stunned, you whimpered as you clutched onto the sheets, suddenly realizing how close the two of you had been to actually fucking and perhaps even making a baby.

“S-Sev!” you whisper-yelled in a hushed voice. “H-How could you -?”

Severus stared in total shock at how much cum he’d managed to cover you with. And even now, he could barely resist reaching forward to slap your cum-covered ass and to push his cum dripping off of your sweet pussy lips right into that tight pussyhole of yours… To fill you with him… What could be more enticing than this vision of you, already covered with him?

You immediately reached over to grab your wand, intending to perform the usual pregnancy prevention spells on yourself. As you started to get up on your hands and knees, however, Severus watched his cum slowly drip down the back of your legs.

Severus’ hands clenched into fists. He could just imagine how intense it might feel if he were to have you the way he wished – to drive his cock over and over again into your flushed little pussy. And he could do it too, he knew he could, if you would just give him a minute to become hard again you for. Severus wondered what kind-of sounds he might push out of that cute mouth of yours if he were to actually take you…

But now he was watching you crawl over his bed, reaching for your wand to clean yourself up. And something in Severus made him feel quite guilty. He wasn’t sure what it was, but…

Fuck, I can’t just let her go like this, can I? Severus found himself thinking. He sighed, for it was not a happy thought. Damn it.

To your surprise, just before you could reach your wand, you felt a warm pair of hands grasp your thighs, trapping you softly against the bed.

“Severus?”

Severus slowly lowered himself on the bed, and then he nudged his face between your thighs. He then blew softly on your pussy.

You stiffened when you felt a warm breath passed over your already wet pussy. Oh… Are we – Are we continuing?

The Fox leapt up hopefully in your chest. Push him. We want more, love, she whispered fervently. Ask him to take you all the way. Entice him. Now!

“Wait, don’t d-do that,” you mumbled. You tried to untangle your legs from his grasp, to scoot away, but Severus held you in place.

He did stop, however, to check on you. “Why? Am I making you uncomfortable? I simply wish to taste you. Just once.”

“Well, no, I mean, yes, I mean – I mean - ” Struggling to express yourself, you merely dropped back down on the bed and looked over your shoulder at him alluringly. “Don’t just tease me like that. If you’re going to taste me, at least do it properly.”

You waved your hips a little in the air as you whispered, “Kiss my pussy. Tongue me. Make me cum on your mouth.”

Severus stared at you, mesmerized, and you stared back at him, with a look of intense surprise, flickering with such want, glittering in your silver eyes.

Severus blinked. Silver eyes? All at once, he shook himself out of it.

Inside of you, you felt the Fox whisper, Ah, so I was right. Damn, then I’ve overplayed my hand.

Huh? Right about what? you asked, though a bit numbly, as you were still trying to process what had happened.

“Never mind,” Severus spoke up just then, unintentionally interrupting the conversation between you and your Fox.

“Hm?”

“Let me clean you up.”

“But, Severus, I thought we were going to -”

“No, we’re done here.”

Feeling let down, you pouted, but to no avail. Severus got up, and he went to the bathroom. He came back, with his pants already zipped back up and neatly belted. Then, with rather gruff and inexperienced hands, he made you lie on your back and spread your legs before he tried to clean you up.

You watched him, both feeling a bit nervous and also somewhat charmed by how bad he was. His thick fingers, so dominating when he was touching you to make you all wet, were clumsy as he tried to gently swipe the damp towel between your folds, to make sure you were clean.

Finally, you reached down and put your hand over his. “I’ll do it,” you whispered quietly.

“Hm?”

You took the towel from him. “Yeah, you’re bad at this, too,” you told him, not sparing his feelings.

Severus gave you a displeased sigh, probably the thousandth sigh for you at this point. He got up and walked away from you, letting you clean yourself up. He left you in peace as you finally performed the proper spells on yourself. When you got dressed, he was still nowhere to be seen.

Now, when you say good-bye, say it cutely. For you’ll be seeing him again soon, the Fox told you.

We won’t, you replied shortly. And he’s not even interested in me. He’s not even around. Probably went back to making Potions.

Having pulled on your robes, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any telltale signs of what you’d just been up to. You were pleased to note that your fox ears had disappeared, too.

You’d just opened the door, however, when Severus’ voice seemingly came out of nowhere, to ask you, “You’re leaving?”

You turned around. “Yes. I figured that now that I’ve gotten rid of those blasted fox ears, I should be on my way.”

Severus paused. He appeared to be choosing his words quite carefully. “Will they… appear again?”

You frowned. “I try my best to keep them at bay.”

“As you should.”

“Agreed.”

“And your hair is blue again…”

“Yes. Right.”

The two of you stood there for a beat longer.

Awkwardly, you murmured, “Well. Good-bye, then.”

Severus didn’t say anything.

With a soft shrug of your shoulders. you gave up entirely. You turned away and walked down the hallway, leaving Severus standing in his doorway.

Inside of you, the Fox gave you a little pat against your chest. That was exactly what I wanted you to do, she said, smiling. That was a cute good-bye.

Oh, shut it, you, you huffed. I don’t care if I see Severus Snape again. I don’t care for him at all.

But why not? Truth be told, he likes your natural energy better than he likes mine, the Fox informed you. He’s an interesting man, in that sense. He prefers what is real, evidently. He doesn’t take well to me at all. She sniffed a little, offended. Anyways, it doesn’t matter, as long as one of us can get the work done.

The work? You call this work? you said angrily. Seducing men like this is –

It’s work to me, the Fox replied straightforwardly. Only you think of it as… whatever your puny human brain is mistaking it for. The Fox let out a long, breathy sigh. You humans are always so tangled up in your own emotions and thoughts. Learn to breathe and to think of something other than yourself. Learn to dream a little.

At this, you abruptly came to a stop. A well of bitterness and anger suddenly rushed forward inside of your heart.

The Fox paused, startled. Why do I suddenly feel such dark energy coming from your soul? What are you thinking of, little one?

Your voice came out in a muted whisper inside of your head. You think I don’t know how to dream? You think I’m incapable of feeling for people and things that are beyond me?

That’s not what I meant. I simply meant that, compared to a mythical creature, your powers of imagination and breath of conceptualized thought are relatively underdeveloped…

You stopped listening to the Fox. Instead, you began to head for Ravenclaw Tower.

The Fox paused. Little one, where are you going?

Almost in a trance, you ducked inside the hidden archway, tailing off just before the staircase up to Ravenclaw Tower.

The Fox finally sat down on her haunches, and she quietly observed you.

You slowly crept up the stairs, marveling at how little puffs of dust swirled around your ankles with each step, because the dust indicated that time had, indeed, passed.

You lifted yourself up the hole in the floor and then –

You breathed out. It was still there - this secret spot of yours, one that housed memories from very long ago.

What is this place? the Fox wondered.  

Close your eyes, you told the Fox.

My eyes are closed, the Fox replied quickly. I’m a spirit. I don’t use my vision the way you do –

Close your eyes, you repeated. Come join me in my memory.

The Fox obeyed you and closed her “eyes,” or rather, her external focus. Then, she gasped as your memory of the room the way it used to be – covered with book pages, newspaper clippings, and maps all dedicated to her history and whereabouts, and then a corner of the room filled with crumpled chocolate bar wrappers, tea cups, jazz records, and spools of knitting yarn - filled her vision.

You… You searched for me so. It was not a question, but a statement that the Fox spoke aloud. She sighed. I did sense it when you first came to me, but I was so desperate to escape that eternal winterland. When you came to me as naught but a hollow little thing, a bird laying itself out for prey, I couldn’t resist.

You were trapped, you acknowledged. It’s so ironic… That I once thought of you as freedom, you whispered bitterly in your head. You reached up and traced the wooden wall gently with your hands, remembering all of the parchment you’d once taped up here. Because you’re just…

I am not a parasite, the Fox thought angrily.

I never said you were.

You may have never said it to me, but I can hear your thoughts.

You didn’t reply.

You’re wrong, the Fox said coldly. I don’t just take energy. I give in return.

Having traced your way across the wall, your fingertips now slipped onto the cold glass of the window. You stared out the dusty window, out across the grounds of Hogwarts, as you thought aloud, It doesn’t matter, does it? You betrayed me. You, and Remus.

Neither of us betrayed you, the Fox whispered in your head. I am not not what you imagined me to be, but I told you – nothing alive can ever be free. And this man, Remus… It seems to me that you simply miss him. That you expected more. But can you honestly say that he promised you more than that?

A tear streaked down your cheek. Perhaps you’re right. But how can I help it if I miss Remus? How can I help it if I let you take advantage of me, when I so believed you were the form of courage and freedom that I best liked? I regret it all now, but how can I regret what I once believed, when I put everything I had into making my belief a reality?

You were crying in earnest now. I know I was foolish. Of course you aren’t what I thought you would be. Of course you don’t care about my heart. And of course Remus didn’t want me, either.

But was it so wrong to love him? And was it so wrong to have wanted to see you? I don’t understand what I did that was so wrong. Maybe it doesn’t matter, maybe you don’t care, but I tried really, really hard, in my own way, to reach you both…

You fell to your knees and curling up into a ball, you sobbed into your arms.

The Fox remained silent. She felt your heart caving in on itself. In fact, a new space opened up for her in your soul, one which if she took control over (which she easily could), she would be able to control you even more effectively. But for once, she stayed herself. While the Fox did not believe that she had betrayed you in any respected, still, she felt a deep pity for you.

The Fox sighed. Little bird. You cannot offer yourself to the world so willingly, and then be surprised when you are devoured. The world is darker than you think. Even this man you loved – Remus, was it? – from the memories I can make out in your head, I don’t believe that he was what you saw him as.

He was a good man. I know it.

Yes, I see that. I am not arguing with you on that point. I’m merely saying – perhaps a ‘good man’ wasn’t the only identity he had.

What do you mean?

But the Fox wouldn’t say anymore. It’s not important, anyways, she told you. What is important is that we heal your heart.

You paused, confused. Won’t that force you out? Didn’t you say that you live in the hollowness of my heart?

The Fox nodded her head.

But then, if I heal, and my heart isn’t hollow anymore – where will you go?

The Fox spoke in a quiet murmur to you, Little one, don’t you get it? You’re not the only one exhausted by life. I have lived neigh nine hundred years now. I no longer wish to live.

You - ?

Yes, the Fox said quietly. You, too, are my last wish, for I hope to die soon. There is nothing in all of eternity or heaven that I wish for. I’m tired. So tired, you can’t even imagine, little one. That is why I followed you out into the concrete world, where time can touch even the spirits. I wish to die.

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Karol G Wins Big at 2022 Premios Tu Musica Urbano: Complete Winners List

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“From The Billboard Magazine Website – Karol G Wins Big at 2022 Premios Tu Musica Urbano: Complete Winners List”

Honoring the “growing urban movement that is dominating around the world,” a wave of artists such as Lunay, Nio Garcia, Maria Becerra and Miky Woodz came together for the 2022 Premios Tu Musica Urbano on Thursday (June 23).

The ceremony’s third edition, which took place at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico and was broadcast live for the first time on Telemundo, awarded artists in 34 categories, including the special premio de la dedicación to Farruko and premio de contribución to Victor Manuelle.

Karol G Wins Big at 2022 Premios Tu Musica Urbano: Complete Winners List

Though Bad Bunny, Rauw Alejandro, and J Balvin led the nominations, with 12, 11, and 10 nods respectively, it was Karol G who was the night’s big winner, sweeping nine awards, including artist of the year, top social artist, tour of the year, and collaboration of the year with the Becky G-assisted “Mamiii.”

Daddy Yankee’s Legendaddy, Feid’s Intershibuya La Mafia, and Karol’s KG0516 were all named album of the year in their respective categories. Other notable winners included Bad Bunny as composer of the year, J Balvin and Maria Becerra’s “Qué Más Pues?” as song of the year, and Bizarrap as top music producer.

Here are all the winners of the 2022 Premios Tu Musica Urbano awards, as voted by fans.

Artist of the year Karol G

Top artist – male Daddy Yankee

Top artist – female Becky G

Top artist – duo or group CNCO

Top new artist – male Lit Killah

Top new artist – female Kim Loaiza

Top rising star – male Feid

Top rising star – female María Becerra

Top social artist Karol G

Song of the year “Qué Más Pues?” – J Balvin, María Becerra

Song of the year – duo or group “Toa La Noche” – CNCO

Remix of the year “Poblado Remix” – J Balvin, Karol G, Nicky Jam Ft. Crissin, Totoy El Frío, Natan & Shander

Collaboration of the year “Mamiii” – Becky G, Karol G

Top Latin crossover song “Don’t Be Shy” – Tiësto, Karol G

Top artist – pop urban Anitta

Top artist – tropical urban Aventura

Top artist – regional Mexican urban Christian Nodal

Top artist – dembow El Alfa

Top artist – trap Myke Towers

Top artist – Christian/spiritual Alex Zurdo

Top Song – pop urban “X Última Vez” – Daddy Yankee X Bad Bunny

Top Song – tropical urban “Fulanito” – Becky G, El Alfa

Top Song – regional Mexican urban “Botella Tras Botella” – Christian Nodal & Gera Mx

Top Song – dembow “La Mamá De La Mamá” – El Alfa, Cj, Chael Produciendo, El Cherry Scom

Top Song – trap “No Te Deseo El Mal” – Eladio Carrión, Karol G

Top Song – Christian/spiritual “Gracias Remix” – Pedro Capó, Farruko

Album of the year – male artist Legendaddy – Daddy Yankee

Album of the year – female artist KG0516 – Karol G

Album of the year – new artist Inter Shibuya – La Mafia – Feid

Video of the year “El Makinon” – Karol G, Mariah Angeliq

Video of the year – new artist “Entre Nosotros Remix” – Tiago Pzk, Lit Killah, María Becerra, Nicki Nicole

Top music producer Bizarrap

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Number one: General Affection/Love/Etc

Alrighty hello! For this first one I’m going off I saw on someone else post for an x reader thing ( which were really sweet and I like the idea ) so I’m applying what I read to Nategaar. What I read where based off the five acts of love by a guy named Gary Chapman he has a book apparently, what are the fives acts?

Well they are

1. receiving gifts

2. Quality time

3. Words of affirmation

4. Acts of service ( devotion )

5. Physical touch

Im going to do each of them separately and then how they use these in their relationship daily.

Nathan:

His love language ( s ) would probably be a heavy mixture of Quality time and Words of affirmation, though I personally think he’d be a tiny bit of Physical touch also.

— Nathan personally values spending quality time with his boyfriend and in showing his love for Skwisgaar he’ll often make plans for them alone rather it be a date-date, lazing around and watching some cheesy tv show, or something along the lines of being brutal*. He’s also pretty heavy I’m the Words of affirmation in showing his love and care for Skwisgaar. Besides their own personal version of “ I love you “ they use in public setting and outside of their band mates ( they’ll say i love you if it’s just their own dysfunctional family but outside them better not ) he’ll often tell him how wonderful and great he is or he truly is the best guitarist in the worlds fuck even the universe. When it’s just them he’ll point out things his boyfriend is insecure about and other ans say how much he adores, loves, likes, etc about them ( it? ) For the Physical Touch I say a tiny bit because I’m torn him being open about his “risqué” touches due to the fans, not about them hurting each other more if they get super pissed about it they could storm Mordhaus and get to them**. But outside you know like the sleeping together in both sense of the word, I feel like Nathan would place a hand at the small of his back for comfort or something in small but caring touchess.

Skwisgaar:

Skwisgaars love languages flip flop between Receiving gifts, Physical touch, and Quality time, I also feel like a medium to little bit of Words of affirmation. Though I can’t decide if the how much he uses Words of affirmation.

— Skwisgaar uses a heavy mixture of Receiving gifts, Physical touch, and Quality time. Personally I feel like Skwisgaars version of Receiving gifts would range from meaningful gifts that reminds his boyfriend of their time together such as a little snow globe that holds something along the lines of their first real concert while in a relationship or maybe something of the sort, or it can go to things that Swkisgaar thought Natan would like but he either does or not depending on the thing. While with his physical touches unlike Nathan he has no problem with draping himself across his boyfriends person or sitting in his lap with his limbs wrapped tightly around Nathan’s waist with his face smushed in his chest, to be honest any touch he values highly. He of course around the “ fans” or at the very least large amount will tone it down a bit but he’s very much attached. Now the quality time is exactly the same as Nathan’s with the adding of Skwisgaar when his boyfriend is having his dreams and or nightmares he’ll often pluck his guitar in a song that never fails to set him at ease. So with the Words of affirmation, I can’t decide if he’d be using it quite a bit or very little. Depending I guess if you think he’ll say them a lot or little, they’d be more of quiet whispers of their special “ I love you” for when in public public with a soft squeeze to his hands, or something along of rushed praise of how amazing, talented, etc Nathan is because he know he forgets, and of course he’d always remind in the quiet of the night just the two of them alone he’ll give soft kisses or light touches telling him how he’s the only one he needs or wanted. Just a few examples of that but it’s up to you. On wards to how they would use these in a daily setting and how they work with another on it.

On wards to how they would use these in a daily setting and how they work with another on it.

Nathan and Skwisgaar: Daily use of these languages

• Within their daily use they had to learn how the other showed their love, with Nathan who’s not overly huge on Physical touch outside of private ( as in Mordhaus only ) or their room. It took him a while to learn that Skwisgaar craves and adores touches of any and all kinds. In the daily use Nathan often ups the touches to more “ risqué” such as kisses or cradling of the face or allowing Skwisgaar to pretty much crawl on him, touch him to an extent, etc etc within the public eye. Swkisgaar in hand learns to tone it down some for the sake of his not as comfortable with touches boyfriend.

• Nathan in hand though he knows that while Swkisgaar loves and is grateful for the Words of affirmation that Nathan uses, he’s not very good at agreeing or understanding that he’s not just saying them for the sake of saying them. Which is why Nathan will tend to try to come up with more low key creative ways to use Words of affirmation for his boyfriend ans in turn Skwisgaar try’s to take the seriously especially when he’s in a bad head space***.

• The last one they share is Quality time, this one doesn’t need an explanation on how they work around it, they both pretty big on this love language. Besides the usual I’ve already stated above, these two also quite enjoy going on trips with just them in a friender-bender esq way but obviously not exactly, no I don’t have a name for their time with another but they’ll often go to festivals/events in each other’s home state and country that the other always enjoyed, the event or festival I will leave up to you to decide.

* I couldn’t come up with a brutal thing they’d do together but

** Okay if you don’t think of the fans all swarmed Mordhaus they’d could over power everyone, that’s fine but I definitely think they could lol. I’m just saying if ALL of the fans could take down their fortress

*** I personally feel like Skwisgaar, while loves the attention from anyone, with Nathan he worry’s he’s just saying it for the sake of saying it, he doesn’t quite take the words to heart and ot takes a bit on Swkisgaar part to learn that Nathan means it

I’m so sorry hh i am by no means a writer or good at using better words sides repeating over and over again so I hope y’all don’t hate this to much

Categories I will be rambling on about for being back on metalocalypse bullshit: Nategaar addition

How they show their general love/affection/etc

Things that annoy them about each other/general things that upset them/etc

How they cope with being in a relationship

Things they do to feel “normal”/things outside of Dethklok ans being brutal they do together

Stay tuned yall, I hate typing long posts on tumblr so I will be popping up & reblogging this 4 times when I get my thoughts written out✌🏼

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Yes, like I told you in your AO3 fanfic : Blaze of Glory. About my request : Natane/Gardenia x Photographer! Reader, all I want is a short one-shot drabble not a full multi-chapter fanfic. Just a short one-shot drabble. Simple and clean

Hey there! Thanks for the request! Check your messages so we can work out specifics of the fic. Thanks again! :)

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Helloo omg I was actually very happy when I found out about you last year since I can't find any mlbb x reader contents.. Can I please request a bit more Natan contents since I really love this old guy!! Luv you!!

Helllooooo! About that, i'm actually not taking request right now. But I do have a pending request with Natan! I think it's NSFW but you can check on the list. If you want and don't mind that it's NSFW, I could add your request with the other one? Just so I won't add another to my request list! Awaiting your reply soon! (*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Okay edit, there isn't actually a natan requesf 😭

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May I request a fluff fic or headcanons for Natan? I need content for that man.

"At least you put effort into it..?"

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Natan, You.

SFW

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; Yes, I agree. We all need content for that man. So here's me providing 20 of my fluffy headcanons. <3

Want to request? Click here.

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective

Pronouns used for reader; 'They', 'Them', etc...

Prompt;

"Baking cake is hard! Well... maybe counting time is harder.."

Natan would be one to correct you when you make a mistake on something. Not in a mean way, though!

He genuinely likes to educate you and make you explore a lot more than what you want. Only if you want that, of course.

Body worship king. Literally making you feel like the most loved person in the entire world.

Expect good night kisses after he comes back late from a conference, don't blame him though. He's too brainstormed to say anything! And he thinks that action that will comfort you, which it does.

But, even if he's tired. It's rest assured that you're greeted with the best morning meal that you'll get obsessed with if he comes home late a lot more. One thing about him and cooking, he's horrible at counting the time when baking a cake.

He's definitely the type to bring you into his workstation and show you all of his amazing inventions— He even showed you the hidden time machine he had invented, but hadn't shown off.

Expect warm baths together if you and him woke up early. Both of you need to rest, and that resting will be spent together.

Doesn't know how to initiate kisses, but one thing he does; Is that he cooks your favorite food, because you always give him a passionate kiss if he does that.

One secret he had; He thought that love was a waste of time. But after getting used to your relationship, he realized it was ridiculous.

He won't admit it when he's deprived of love— He's a prodigy! He'll repeat in his head. But you know him well enough to suffocate him with love.

Wanna know a horrible guilt he has? He went back in time to check if you were in a relationship before him. Don't blame him! He thinks he relies on you to keep the relationship going, and he tries to fix that!

Speaking of going back in time, he went back in time and saw you in your baby form. He may or may not have cradled you because you were too cute.

One embarrassing habit he has developed after being with you for a year..? He cuddles his pillow whenever you're not in the bed yet.

He honestly hadn't noticed how messy his whole house was until you started staying over. He changed his lifestyle after realizing how he put a burden on you by his messy attitude.

Please kiss this poor love deprived man. He deserves it, you'll get an award if you do it!

He was never interested in music until you brought a tape player under his computer. Since then, he had a certain interest in soft and steady music so he could focus while doing his work.

You definitely tried to slow dance together once. There, you found out how awkward he was in flexing his gorgeous body.

YOGA LESSONS. You made him take them because, one; His body'll be miserable when trying to move around fast— And two; You got an excuse to see him sweating. Yeah..

Bring him to a library, and he'll forget about his plans for tomorrow morning! He's one bookworm, but he doesn't have an excuse to go to the library. Except, the one and only; You.

Horribly terrible at telling the time. Yeah, it's ironic. He travels through time, but has to rely on his lover to remind him that there'll be a project deadline later at midnight.

After a long day of hoping to just go back to your comfortable, shared bed. You finally got the permission, given to you by your superior for you to leave. Not wasting a second, you tapped the stack of papers on your desk, leaving the papers with a booklet on top of it. You then gathered your personal things and left with a small wave to your fellow co-worker.

You thought about the current date, then facepalmed in defeat. It was your birthday, yet you're coming home at near midnight. Your poor boyfriend would be so upset if he prepared anything for you— Well, it's unlikely. But it was nice to think about him trying, failing miserably to try and count the time for when he should take out the cake.

You smiled at the small, imaginative memory and searched for your keys. You; Blindly, reached your apartment while imagining your boyfriend doing the most sweetest thing for you for your birthday. Well, unbeknownst to you, he was already trying just that.

Natan was trying his best to wait for the cake batter to bake, counting the time by the milisecond. He tried his best not to get distracted, in order to not mess up the perfect cake he was planning to make for you. He had already made the frosting for the coating— He couldn't mess up now.. Well, until he heard the shaking of your keys.

A literal, terrified shiver ran down his spine, breaking his focus. And he panicked, the time to take out the cake was nearing, and he had completely forgotten the time after he heard you. Panic, panic, panic!

Suddenly, there was a loud thud from the front door, earning Natan's attention and making him turn his head to look at the door. Apparently, there was a metal stuck from under the small gap of the flimsy, clearly unsafe, wooden door. His eyes lit up at the chance, and he quickly put on the baking gloves and took the— kind of baked cake out of the oven.

"Natan? Are you there? If you are, can you see if there's anything lodged underneath the door? It's stuck." You called out, huffing slightly and pulling out your keys from the keyhole and placing it back in your wallet. Shuffling was heard from behind the door, confusing you as Natan tried to clean up the messy-ly laid out equipment from the counter.

The frosting on the cake was... alright. Mostly because most of the frosting wasn't smoothed out. And the inside was probably needed a small more time for it to be fully baked. Natan mentally punched himself for the mediocre effort and used a small portion of your fondant collection to write out; 'Happy Birthday! My dear lover..'

He fixed a few disproportion on a few letters and hid the cake with a large bowl. Rushing to take the metal step out and allowing you to come inside— You immediately fell into his hold, hugging him tightly and snuggling into his warmth. "I missed you." You muttered out, muffled from your face being pressed againts his shoulder.

Natan returned the action, pulling you closer to him and stroking the spine on your back— Somehow comforting you, even past the shivers that kept running up your spine. "Have you noticed the date?" He whispered, you trail your thoughts back to your imaginations and nodded sheepishly. Not really caring if you miss it— now that you're here in his arms.

You felt your feet being dragged along his, then you were face to face with the darkness of Natan's palm. "I do hope you won't be disappointed with... how much I rushed." You heard him chuckle. A small hum rushed past your lips after he pulled his hand back, the dim light blinding your vision for a slight moment, until you saw the most adorable thing ever.

Natan wore an apron, and was holding out a poorly— yet adorable looking cake with a wish for you to have a happy birthday. The smalls sniffles you let out made Natan worry, and place the cake down to comfort you— But in seconds, you were back in his arms. Finger swiping a small amount of frosting into your mouth. Your mouth became watery in seconds, it tasted like the best frosting you ever had!

"Do you find it-."

"Of course I do! The frosting tastes like sweet berries, my favorite kind of berries, even!" You cut him off, leaning in to place a loving kiss on his lips. Completely wiping the doubt on his mind, and filling it with the desire to make you the most happiest you could be.

Maybe he should wait after you both finish the cake to give you the ring that he has been dying to give you, ever since... forever.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Fuck me or leave, with Geralt??

Somehow, Geralt is even more awkward then normally. The whole mood permeates the cottage.

“Why are you even here?” You ask him. “I came for my son.” Geralt rumbles. “You have not even greeted Natan yet, don’t bullshit me, Witcher.” You hiss.

You peer at him. He is tense and subdued. You need to get him out of his trance.

Lilee is out into the woods with Natan to hunt. You can risk it.

“Listen, Geralt, either you are going to fuck me, or you can leave.” You growl at him. Geralt looks up at you and his pupils dialate.

He leaps over to you and grabs you by your hips. He all but throws you onto the table and pulls up your dress. He undoes the laces of his breeches. 

“As you wish.” He rumbles, fishing his cock out of his trousers.