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My Lord (Prince Hal x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After you dance with another man, Prince Hal, your royal intended has a confession to make...

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ (fingering, p in v sex, doing it on a desk), historical inaccuracies for the sake of vibes, grammar and spelling mistakes, angst and fluff.

Dick-tionary: Smut starts at “Kiss me again, my dove,” and ends at "You pressed foreheads, feeling his warm breath and how soft his skin felt- comforting, gentle. "

Word Count: 3K

A/N: From @muddyorbsblr's request! It ended up being longer, oops. But enjoy!

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Despite your fine dress and the rich wine flowing, you felt somber at your betrothal ball. Not that the ball itself was a sad event. No, you were not merry from everything around you. It was all merry with the throne room decorated with flowers and jigs being played by the musicians. Your melancholy was due to your intended.

 Of all the good lords and gentlemen on this green isle, only one was destined to be the next king. And that was who you were going to marry. Your parents were thrilled when the king agreed to the marriage. They smiled and embraced you as an artist hugged their painting. They managed to sell you to the highest bidder.

His Majesty Prince Henry the Fourth of Lancaster. The highest bidder indeed.

 Or Hal, as the taverns ruffians called him. Hal. Riotous, dishonorable, pranking, thieving, tavern hopping, wench chasing, sack drinking Hal. Beautiful, princely, decadent Hal. Every time his brothers had to tell their father the truth of Hal’s layabouts…the king would turn red with fury. Not that you were surprised.

Even if the scoundrel you were going to call your husband had been kind to you these past few months. He would be by your side. And trying to win you over or get you to smile. Flirt with you- he did to hundreds of women at this point! No doubt! Your inner giddiness was mixed with a silent rage and you weren’t sure which would pop out first each time he got your hand and kissed it gently. Hal was beautiful. A handsome, handsome man who wore his doublets tight on his lean frame and walked with a swagger, his auburn curls freed about his head. There was a charm to his manner, and feelings were in you when you looked at him. Feelings you didn’t like. Feelings you didn’t dare name. 

For that, you remained polite. Never forward. Nice, but nothing more. For what else could you do? The world of court could be deadly and dangerous. The world’s eyes were on you. You couldn’t afford to make a reckless move.

Despite the garden walks and meals, there was that sliver of distrust. If you didn’t see him, he could be on the floor of the filthiest bar in Eastcheap passed out on the floor from drink. Or in a room with two tavern women in positions that would make a sailor blush.

And the last picture of him in bed with other women- it made you want to scream and sob and throw your goblet at the wall until it smashed into a hundred bits and then pick your skirts, march to the other end of the room, and slap him hard across his beautiful face.

You took a deep breath. 

It was just your imagination. Nothing actually happened. One inhale, then another exhale. The walls were grey stone, the candlelight yellow, and the music from a flute was playing something fast.

Why were you like this, you had to remind yourself! You didn’t like him! Why should that matter? You had to remember how much you didn’t care and didn’t like him.

 He could have every woman in England on their knees for him every night and you would not care. You would go about your merry way and when you didn’t have to squeeze out a son, you would enjoy the monetary benefits of servants, fine dresses, horses, gold, jewels, money to buy whatever thing you wanted, and the freedom to do as you pleased as queen.

You held your chin up. Only glad it was a lovely party. All were taking gentle sips of wine, sampling the roast boar, listening to lutes, and laughing over nothing. You felt like doing none. In a whole crowd of people, you felt alone, isolated, and cut off. Like a foreigner trying to make a friend but never knowing how to speak the language. They gathered and talked…and here you were. The most wanted and yet also the most unwanted.

Taking a deep breath, you continued to walk in to try to get your mind off of things.

There were dances as well. But you felt as if your soles were made of lead. For all were celebrating your marriage to this scoundrel.

This beautiful, delectable, leather-clad scoundrel. Looking at him across the room, something inside you churned. And you were frightened to name it.

 He was in the corner, talking to his brothers. You turned your eyes down. For the party was in swing and in a way, as if they forgot you were its purpose. They wanted to laugh and gossip and drink. Forget their worldly cares and be merry.

You brought your eyes up to search for him. Your heart beat a little harder seeing Prince Hal at the other end of the room. How delicious he looked. His tight leather jacket was the color of the wine. He preferred rougher, bawdier parties- that was why he was frowning as his father went up to talk to him.  And here you were, just to be tolerated as his bride. It seemed queenhood was a lifetime away, as was your marriage. For all of this fuss over you both being joined,   you couldn’t help but feel separated.

Taking a deep breath, you put both hands on your cup and took another sip, resisting the urge to gulp down your wine and let the alcohol take its effect.

As you walked in, the Lord of Warwick went up.

“My lady- here is my nephew, Thomas! He’s going to appear at Court more often!” the lord introduced.

You curtsied and gave a smile.

The Lord of Warwick’s nephew with his own blonde hair and blue eyes and skin that tanned. He was a polite, warm friendly boy. For having just met him, he left a good impression on you. The uncle even stepped aside to let you talk. Then Thomas held out a hand.

“They’re having dances. Would you give me a dance, my lady?”

“I would love to,” you replied.

You enjoyed his company as you danced. He was very good too- Hal himself had no “strength in measure” and was inches from always stepping on your toes the grand total of two times you danced. Passing between couples, joining, parting, and reasoning hands to the lute music. You felt at peace.

Little did you know Hal’s eyes were on you.

They were on you every time you the whole evening.

Prince Hal scowled. He was practically red with anger. The second the dance ended, he marched up to you. Thomas looked sickly pale and you felt your stomach drop. You never saw Hal himself have any anger and part of you was terrified. They always say it’s the ones who are never angry you watch out for. 

“My lord, what is the matter?” you asked after your curtsey.

“I would like to speak with my lady intended,” Hal ordered.

Thomas handed you over quickly. 

Amidst the ball, Hal grabbed your arm. Fie, his hand- large, beautiful hands taking a whole of your arm and dragging you to the hallways and through a door. Jesu, was he going to hurt you? Hal never once did anything that would harm you. He seemed too mischievous and cheerful to seem capable of raising his hand to a woman, much less you. There was a fierceness on his fast that made your heart race. You didn’t know if you were feeling lust, terror, or both at once.

The room was a study. The night sky shone outside, though there were lights from the torches and candles. None were inside-perhaps at the party. With tall bookshelves and desks, it would have been a comforting room had your heart been beating wildly against your ribs. 

He looked at you up and down. He saw your dress, how it formed you well, and hugged you in the right places. A warmth flushed over you, and you realized you were panting a little to deepen your breaths. But his face was still angry. Beautifully, beautifully angry.

“What, what is the matter?” you asked. Hoping to get this over with quickly.

“Quite a bit, that is the matter!” Hal replied, ruffling his curly hair.

You gestured at the door.

“My lord, they will notice we are gone. We have a party to attend to…”

Hal reached up a hand that he held in the air. You looked back at him. His voice remained soft, matter of fact, right to the bone.

“My lady, we have to discuss young Warwick. The way you were dancing at him, smiling at him.”

“Oh, him!” you said. You had deduced it. He just had to say it himself. 

“Yes! The look he was giving you like he would be falling before your feet any minute! Your smile at him! And you were encouraging him,  and I-”

“Are you jealous, Harry?” you interrupted, blurting out the obvious.

He turned a little pink.

“Yes, well- what if I am? Should I not be if a gentleman dances with my lady?”

“A lady can rarely turn down another man. My mother told me it is impolite to refuse a man’s offer to dance!” you reasoned.

Hal leaned closer to you.

“You have promised yourself to me, not him! You’re engaged to me!”

He paused and his mouth hung in mid-air. You saw his eyes were shining bright, he was…on the brink of tears. The jolliest scoundrel in all of England and…he was crying. When you imagined him with other women earlier…was that the very feeling he was having as well?

You closed the distance to him, you offered your hand and he took it.

“Hal, I am sorry. I didn’t think you would be upset or even care that I danced with him…” you consoled.

He brought up a hand and wiped a tear off with his palm.

“I forgive you, my lady. Only….That the way you were beaming at him, and not at me, I…I don’t even have words for it and- YN- it makes me angry because…because…I wish it were me you were smiling at…me and only me. That one smile. Then I’d know for sure that you’d love me and we could be find a way to-”

You gasped.

“What did you say?!”

Your face was closer to his, your voice even softer. He paused. His tears stopped.

“You…you love me?”

He flushed, hung his head low, and then back up.

“I do, my sweeting. I love you so much. I don’t know how else to say it or what speeches or things to give. If I am under your spell, I never wish to be out of it. I don’t ask you to love me back at all…I only ask you…you… pity me.”

His face was right before words. Your own mouth began to speak of its own accord. The music was softer, and distant, as if the ball was a world away.

“Hal…even with everything in Eastcheap, I…I… I…I cannot help but…but want to see you, and speak to you, I think of you and wonder what you are doing when you’re away. And I…I worry about you. I want you happy- more than happy, safe.”

He closed the distance and kissed you. The first kiss you ever had other than chaste pecks on the hand. You shuddered at it as he wrapped his hands around you, one hand crawling up your back. He knew his way around a woman’s body. And he knew what would make your knees tremble.  You melted into his arms, collapsing into the kiss, into the embrace. He tasted of wine, of freedom.

He let go. But it was as if something awoke that was long asleep. You let him keep his hands on you, to feel your body beneath your dress—one on your hip, fingers inches away from the most private, precious of places on you. You kept on babbling despite yourself.

“All the battles your father sends you on and… and…I was worried, worried you would die…worried something would happen to you- and then, the Eastcheap visits….I was worried…worried you and Doll would.”

“There were no whores. Not since we’ve met,” he replied.

You kissed him again, and you leaned closer to him, wrapping your arms to feel his back. Dizzy and drink on him. You heard his moan. 

He leaned back on a chair and had you straddle him. You gasped, feeling your legs come apart. Places between you were starting to dampen and it was just over where his most secret places were. You were never this close, this intimate with each other

“Kiss me again, my dove,” he commanded.

You kissed him again, his fingers crawling, up your leg. He found your hip and then moved you. You moaned from the friction, the touching and brushing of your bodies. 

But you wanted it, you didn’t stop him.

His hands were over you, greedily touching since you were all his now-his betrothed, his wife, and soon his queen- and he would make sure you never forgot it. He gave you a last grind of your hips. 

His hands desperately searched your clothes, trying to find the seams. But you were aching, going up for him, needing him.

“Hal- Hal!” you whispered

“And what if I do? I can’t bear it- the longer I’m with you, the more desire overcomes me- You drive me mad- I can’t, I can’t take it, my dear, my love-I-I have to ravish you, here-now-”

“Yes, you may��”

He slid aside the papers and books so the desk was clear. You swallowed, getting incredibly wet but excited with his flushed face. But his eyes determined, an animal after his prey. And nothing could tear him from his prize.

 He kissed you, prompting you to sit. He undid a bit of your bodice, pulling it down, finding your breasts. The cold air touched it as his pupils darkened over the sight of you. 

“You’re exquisite, darling, and you’re not his, you’re mine-”

Once they were revealed, he fondled them, thumb grazing over the hard nipples. You moaned appreciatively. All while he kissed your neck.

“Say it, say you’re mine,” he whispered.

“I’m yours,” you replied.

He then freed a hand. It moved up your leg.

“All of this, this beauty, it is all mine-and I’ll drive you there, until you cry out for all of them to hear.”

slid a finger inside and you gasped, feeling it stretch you. You gasped as he curled up- surprised his long finger could go so deep, and find a spot that brought so much pleasure and pain as he discovered the little nub inside you. 

“My- my lord!”

He kissed your neck again, then looked at you, smugness spread on his lips.

“Yes….yes, call me that.”

He gathered your skirt up and then undid his codpiece and released his pants, standing at full attention. You gave a small gasp at the sight of his size. He looked at you darkly, a new tone in his voice- deadly and commanding, a king to his whore

“You will be good and make it fit, every bit of it. And you will call me my lord.”

His hands made your legs come wide apart, he moved you up. He was slow, entering you, so you got used to it. You let out a moan, tugging onto him.

“Yes…take it…like a good girl…take it.”

He forced your legs further apart, sheathing you in with a grunt. You let out a sound, your insides penetrated, clutching onto him, feeling your bare breasts against his leather. Your blouse fell lower, exposing both. He then gave a first, sloppy thrust. Then he was seated inside you.

“My lord!” you cried out.

“There-there- I will make you scream it louder,” he growled.

Then he began thrusting—his moans in your ear. You dug your fingers into his shoulders and grabbed your hips, keeping tight. The desk made a sound as you did. It began slowly.

“My-my lord, oh- gods- yes, there, my lord-gods-gods blood-”

It then picked up, your breasts bouncing and your heart racing. All you knew was him, felt was him. You were moaning even louder. It was a desperate, animal. Pounding his hips into yours.

He released one hand. It found your nub between. You gasped. He then strummed it with each deep, forceful, desperate pounding.

“H-My-My lord I-I-there-oh-oh god-I’m-I’m going-going to-to die, but- don’t-don’t-don’t stop-”

“You’re close, you’re-you’re close, darling-call me that-yes-now-fuck,yes-yes-

“Say it, say it when you cum-I’m-I’m going to cum-cum inside- cum, fie, lady- fie, it’s on me now- cum, fie, lady -cum!”

He picked it up incredibly fast, you held onto him, your pleasure spinning out of control. 

“Yes- close, close- come on now, give in- let go-”

With a grunt, his seed shot into you and the release of pleasure broke inside you. You didn't say his title but gasped. The light had hit you and made everything duller, things spun, and you felt as if you were in oblivion. 

In a final whisper, you only whispered once more “My…my lord…” Your nails dug into him- your lord, your intended, your prince, and your husband. A marriage not sworn but already consummated.

He pulled out, and then cupped your face, “as you are my lady.”

You pressed foreheads, feeling his warm breath and how soft his skin felt- comforting, gentle.

He helped you off and then readjusted your dress so all was well. Making sure the blouse covered you up and that your skirt was in place.

“Are you not hurt?” he asked.

“Not a bit.”

He wrapped a protective arm around you, leading you out. 

“Here…we must return to the party…I will fetch us some wine.”

“And…you can have the next dance, my lord,” you said.

He smiled at you- not a naughty smile, but a kind, genuine smile that burst with love.

“As you have all of mine, my lady.”

His smile shone brighter than any candlelight. He gave you a last kiss before you were on his arm, returning to the party. 

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@xiomarawinters @harrixtpinnock @ftbhedges

The nights after the Saint Ball went like this: Xiomara would come home from her day program, and go straight into the kitchen to scrounge together dinner for herself. She would eat it in the kitchen, with her back to the wall, and then she would smoke a cigarette out the back window, and then another. She’d go upstairs and take enough potions to knock out a troll, and then she’d crawl into bed until the dreamless sleep ripped her out of consciousness.

The days after the Saint Ball went like this: Nate would come home from work at 5am. Xi knew he was home when the loose floorboard in the hall creaked. That was her rousing alarm: Wake up, get dressed, tie her runners, go for a run. She went the long way around the house so that she didn’t need to pass Nate, who would be sinking in to sleep on the ratty couch. She would stand in the front garden, hopping back and forth and then stretching her legs out. Harriet would meet her, and then they would run.

Xiomara was working on her breathing during the morning’s run, timing her pace with the steady inhale and exhale that ought to keep her going. It irked her that the exercise seemed to come naturally to Harriet, who ran as if it were the simplest thing in the world. While Xi loved running, and reveled in the natural runner’s high that came with the itchy legs and aching sides and sweaty back after every occasion, she definitely had to work at it.

It sparked a natural competitiveness between the girls, and after months of the run being part of their morning routine, Xi was finally pushing Harriet to a pace where she actually had to… Try to stay ahead of her fictive sister-in-law.

Their run this morning was a steady-paced loop towards Hammersmith and back, the breeze from the Thames whipping across their faces in the icy air. Xi could see her breath in the air, she watched it as she timed her pace: In, step, step, out, step, step, in…

They turned right to run around a boat shed, ready to continue on their run, when a burst of red light shot across them. It narrowly missed Xiomara’s legs and instead left a scorching mark on the light wood of the shed. The girls barely had time to react before the stunning spell was shot again—then another.

Xiomara’s legs went wobbly from the sudden stop in her pace and she reached down with numb fingers to take her wand from its hidden hip holster. She was just raising her wand arm when there was a tight grip on her upper arm. She immediately pulled against it, twisting to get out of the assailant’s grasp, when a harsh voice said, “Thanks for the tip, sweetheart—consider your Pinnock contract fulfilled. You're off the hook—for now..."

Xiomara’s expression contorted, her mouth half-open for the split-second it took for her to process this. This was Hamilton. He’d come for Harriet. 

She bucked her head back, lurching her chest forward after she heard the back of her skull connect with his nose—which broke with a sickening snap. In the cacophony of spells shot across them, Xiomara could barely make out Harriet, who had responded in a smarter, less physical way, aiming her wand with pin-point precision and shifting her weight as if she’d been duelling for years. She couldn’t hear anything, save for the high-pitched ringing in her ears and the incantations shouted across them. But when Harriet reached her hand across in her direction, already turning her feet, ready to spin, Xiomara leapt across to her. No sooner had they touched fingertips, than Harriet was apparating them back to the safehouse.

The wards set off immediately, as they always did when wix apparated directly into the home rather than the garden. Xi clamped her hands down over her ears, wand still in her right hand, and was about to call out to Harriet about fixing the wards, when she turned and became aware of Harriet Pinnock’s wand, pointed right in her face.

“What the fuck was that, Winters?” Harriet yelled, stepping forward so the tip of her wand was practically burning a hole in the blonde’s cheek.

And Xiomara, who was so dependent on her routine, and potions, and safety, and quiet and calm and an uneventful morning run, shook her head earnestly, tears already gathered in her eyes. A voice, somewhere deep, whispered: You’ll. Explode. Xiomara whipped her head back and forth. No, no. No.

“No?” Harriet laughed harshly, “That all you can say? You fucking sold me out, Xi? Huh? And now you want to deny it? I don’t give a fuck who you are, if you think I’ll—”

Xiomara wouldn’t hear what Harriet would do. In fact, she barely managed to hold on long enough to hear Harriet’s first few comments before she lost herself. It was a rising heat that started low in her belly, then overcame her chest, her shoulders, down her arms, before Xiomara pulled her wand back and yelled, the force of her magic knocking them both away from each other and to the ground.

Xi fell into the back of the couch, and cried out, immediately feeling the crack at the back of her abdomen. Harriet must have landed somewhere less damaging, because Xi had barely managed to stand with the splitting pain that ran down her side, before the older girl sent a spell straight at her. There wasn't enough time to try to counter it, or even to duck out of the sizzling beam's path—but to Xiomara's surprise, when she instinctively raised up her arms to protect her face, the spell ricocheted in a shower of sparks against the translucent white-gold barrier of a shield. 

When she whipped her head around, she saw its caster: Nate, climbing over the back of the toppled couch, a scorch mark in the shape of a body burned into the upholstery where Xi had hit it. His hands were stretched out in a tut in front of him and he looked like he'd gotten about five minutes of sleep before being rudely thrown into consciousness.

"The fuck are you thinking, Harry?" Nate croaked irritably, his voice hoarse. The room had grown uncomfortably still and voyeuristic as hedges gathered along the edges of the room to see the commotion, to witness the fallout. Someone, at some point, had silenced the wards.

So it sliced through the room like an axe, the sound of Harriet Pinnock, who was never the loudest voice in a room, screaming at her brother and punctuating every word: "She SOLD ME OUT!" Her wand stayed trained on Xiomara in incrimination. 

Nate looked between Xi and Harriet, dumbfounded, refusing to believe it. He shook his head and debris fell from his mussed-up hair. "No, she didn't. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about—"

Harriet barked another humorless laugh. "Fucking open your eyes, Nate! She's been playing us into dad's hand from the start—"

"—Harriet," Nate snapped in warning.

"—Nate," she shot back, teeth bared, not budging. The siblings squared off for just a moment before Harriet gave a growl of frustration and lowered her left arm, the one holding her wand, and with her right hand she gestured at a spot on her inner forearm, just beneath the elbow. 

For some reason beyond the comprehension of everyone watching the argument, the cryptic signal from his sister caused Nate to stiffen suddenly. He held eye contact with Harriet, a silent conversation no one else was privy to, while his fingers grazed over a mirrored spot on his own arm. Nate had a small raised scar there, that much Xiomara did know from her own thorough cataloging of all the sensitive spots on Nate's body that she could touch to invoke a reaction.

Where the scar had come from, though, and what the fuck it meant to Nate and Harriet was beyond Xi—and she didn't have a chance to consider it any further before Nate was rounding on her and hissing in accusation, "What the fuck, Xi? You told him she's here?"

“You are just as guilty in this,” she snapped, before pressing her hands flat against the floor to steady herself while she stood. “You do this all the time, it doesn’t surprise me that your fucking sister is exactly the same.”

“Me?” Nate barked back with an incredulous laugh, and Harriet was aghast at being addressed only as his fucking sister. Nate tugged his hands through his hair, tightening and pulling. “Christ, what does that even fucking mean–”

“—I am not the only one who signed that contract, Nate! You know perfectly well what it says. What, you think it just went away?”

Nate scoffed, holding up the sigil on the back of his hand, which seemed to shimmer and gleam with sadistic glee, while he talked over her. “I’m well the fuck aware, Xi! In fact, I’d say you got off pretty fucking easy, getting high and drinking plum-fucking-wine while I was going through hell—”

“You have NO IDEA what I’ve been through!” The bursting abruptness of the way she shrieked it forced the argument’s momentum to a screeching, momentary halt. They were both breathing heavy and still heated as Nate held his tongue, waiting.

But instead of elaborating or explaining, instead of letting him in, Xi sniffed and took a breath. Cold and dismissive, she continued, “You don’t get to toss away your own guilt by making me out to be the bad guy…”

Nate threw his hands up, genuinely too stunned to know what to say. To break the silence, Ruma stepped forward, her brother anxiously hovering a hairline behind her. Ajai’s hand was half extended, itching to take her sister’s arm and transport them both the hell out of there. 

The therapist raised a hand, as if she were trying to soothe a frightened animal. It wasn’t the first time Xiomara had been treated like this. She remembered Nate approaching her in the Caves while she wailed. She remembered healers approaching her in Clearer Skies, talking her through each step they made. She remembered Isaac approaching her in the hotel bathroom.

Ruma opened her mouth to speak, and the French woman cut her off—

“Fuck off, Ruma. This has nothing to do with you,” Xi snarled, leaning forward. The move was enough to spook Ajai into action, the traveller’s fingertips barely grazing Ruma’s shoulder before both hedges disappeared.

“When you’re done being such an insufferable bitch, maybe you’ll wake up and realize not everything in the world revolves around you,” Nate sneered, and Xiomara scoffed.

“And that’s you, isn’t it? Great to hear from Mr. Benevolent himself…”

“Better that than a hypocrite and a fucking snitch—”

The two continued to bicker like that, a ping-pong game of back and forth that increased in intensity with each barb shot back to the other.

Neither seemed to notice how the walls began trembling, the floorboards and furniture creaking and quaking, the glass in the windows whining dangerously. It wasn't until he felt one particularly tumultuous shake of the safehouse foundations, jolting them all off balance, that Nate snapped out of his anger enough to glance around in alarm and become fully aware of the powder keg he'd put them in by provoking her.

"Xi—stop it…"

But Xiomara was beyond reasoning with, long past simmering and fast approaching boiling point. Heat was radiating off of her in waves as she sneered, "Or what? What are you going to do, hit me? Fuck me? You gonna drug me, Nate?"

Nate flinched, looking genuinely stricken by the blow and without a ready response to throw back. Everything held still for one tense moment that seemed to stretch on for hours.

Then someone—Harriet, maybe, Xi couldn't be sure—moved in Xi's peripheral vision, and she exploded.

She threw out her arms as a furious scream ripped its way out of her throat, and a ripple of scalding ambient energy burst outward from where she stood and knocked back everyone within a ten-foot radius—including Nate and Harriet.

Hedges were yelling—at her, at Nate, at each other, Xi really didn't give a fuck and couldn't comprehend any of it, anyway, over the roaring in her ears and the sound of plaster crashing down from the ceiling. Entire strips of the wall were searing and peeling off. Xi's vision was vibrating and blurring. YOU’LL. EXPLODE.

A sorrowful voice with a distinct Irish lilt managed to cut through the clamorous noise within Xiomara's head. This voice was not loud, but it was far too close as it said, "I'm real sorry 'bout this..."

Xi flung a hand back, throwing a wave of energy at the too-close intruder. But it didn't throw Oz like it had the others. 

In fact, the wiry hedge witch who normally moved his body with about as much balance and grace as a drunk toddler, uncannily braced himself against the torrent Xiomara sent at him from less than three feet away, such that the most it did was to blow his dark hair back like a warm breeze. Despite the commotion and the still-imminent peril, the Free Traders stopped what they were doing to face Oz and openly gape.

His face was filled with palpable regret as he opened up his tattooed palms on either side of his body, joints twitching as if he were gently caressing the air, assessing it. Then he arced them forward, tracing a circular shape with his right hand curving up and to the left while his left hand swept down and right. His wrists met in the center, palms thrust out toward Xi so that she could see the words inked there, fingers curved slightly as if waiting to catch a baseball.

And then she felt it—a draining, suctioning sensation of the torrential magic that was swirling around and within her, that had pressed up against her bones as it begged release from her body just moments ago. Now it was being siphoned out of her in a powerful rush, and seemingly funneled between Oz's open, waiting hands. His arms, his shoulders and back, trembled and strained as he took in the current. His spine curved forward as his body cowed into itself, but his feet stayed firmly planted on the ground, the sigils on his hands glowing brighter and brighter until he finally dropped his arms, panting with exertion. The house, though clearly battered, had stopped shaking.

"What the fuck. Did he just do?" Nate said from where he was propped against the broken banister of the stairs, wheezing like he’d had the air knocked out of him.

Oz's head swiveled toward Nate, his eyes glazed over, but he made no effort to respond. He didn't look like he could respond, swaying where he stood like the magic he'd just siphoned from Xiomara was whiskey. The air all around them felt thinner, too, like they were standing at the peak of a mountain and the oxygen was sparse. 

"Par off, blud," Rue growled at Nate with odd and unexpected protectiveness bolstering her tone, "He just saved all our fuckin' skins."

There wasn't a chance to question what the fuck had just happened. Xiomara's face was shining with sweat, and all at once she started shivering where she stood—her drastically overheated body reacting to the sudden, vacuumous removal of its power source.

Nate made a panicked lurch toward her, but it was Rue who got there first; in the secondmost baffling and unprecedented event that had occurred in the FTB safehouse within the last five minutes, Rue placed her hands on either side of Xi's convulsing frame, brow furrowed in concentration until the blonde stilled and her complexion returned to a normal shade.

Harriet hovered behind her brother, murmuring something to him so low that only he could hear. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and an emotion that looked like genuine anguish washed over his face for just a moment before it was gone, and his hazel eyes hardened and shuttered. His voice only barely more audible than his twin, Nate said, “Xiomara…You need to leave. We have rules. You broke them.”

As weakened and drained as she felt, practically squashing Rue as she leaned on her for support, Xiomara shook her head. “No,” she replied, looking up at Nate past heavy eyelids.

An awkward beat, and then: “Well, you don’t get to—”

“—No, you don’t get to make me leave. This is my house as much as yours. I’m not just another hedge you can kick out on the street because they pissed you off,” she hissed, rocking back and forth as she disentangled herself from Rue. “You have no shortage of friends, and family, and money, and people that will tell you everything you want to hear. I have nothing except this house. You leave…” She cut a withering glare up to Harriet, and then spat, “...and you take her with you. We’re done.”

[loststarssys]

Lost Stars System Introduction!

coll. name: jasper/star

coll. pronouns: he/they/xe + any neos

coll. gender + sexuality: transgender pansexual

bodily a minor

traumagenic DID system of 200+

fictive/Introject heavy

autistic (tone indicators highly appreciated ^^)

we have some alters from controversial sources such as DSMP! we promise we dont support the controversial creators anymore.

BIG LISTS BC WE LIKE A TON OF STUFF!! INTERESTS WE LIKE/INTERACT WITH MORE THAN THE OTHERS ARE IN BOLD

STUFF WE LIKE

CONTENT CREATORS: Markiplier, lordminion777, Garuku Bluemoon, Jpw03, jake doolittle, Laurenzside, Smajor, solidarity gaming, smallishbeans, LDShadowLady, funkyfrogbait, Eleanor Neal, Garrett Watts, FilmCooper, GMM, Jschlatt, Maxmoefoe, Anything4Views, philza, Quackity, ranboo, Tommyinnit, Technoblade, ted Nivison, tubbo, Wilbur soot, bbh, skeppy, dan Howell, phil lester

GAMES: overwatch, doki doki literature club, project sekai, minecraft, pokémon, yu-gi-oh, FNAF, dead by daylight, red dead redemption 2, DND, the forest, raft, galaxiga, bugsnax, yandere simulator

MUSIC: Lovejoy, lana del rey, mitski, laufey, mcr, james marriott, bo burnham, 6arelyhuman, abba, queen, ac/dc, arctic monkeys, black eyed peas, car seat headrest, carpetgarden, cigarettes after sex, clipping, coldplay, conan gray, def leppard, deftones, foo fighters, flyleaf, fleetwood mac, the front bottoms, ghost, infected mushroom, ICP, joji, the killers, lil peep, mac demarco, Melanie Martinez, MSI, the neighborhood, NIN, radiohead, rebzyyx, tv girl, tyler childers, the weekend, Weezer

MOVIES/SHOWS: the Scream movie series, rick and morty, good omens, You, umbrella academy, izombie, i am jonas, texas chainsaw massacre, hilda, inside, the office, corpse bride, over the garden wall, gravity falls, adventure time, beetlejuice, criminal minds, cyrano de Bergerac, encanto, monster high, mlp, teen titans/teen titans go, the walking dead, une vie de chat

MUSICALS: Hamilton, spring awakening, heathers, vivo, 36 questions, mulan, coco, little shop of horrors, a new brain, Sweeney Todd, into the woods, nightmare Before Christmas

CHARACTERS: batman, the riddler, & the joker, hatsune miku, salad fingers, edward scissorhands, Michael Myers, ghostface

MANGA/ANIME: kaijuu no. 8, chainsaw man, alive, yu-gi-oh, jojo's, anything junji ito, tbhk, parasite, blood of zeus, orange, i want to eat your pancreas, a silent voice, shaman king, ibitsu, maus, the promised Neverland

DNI

basic dni criteria (racist, homophobic, etc.)

endo, demo, etc. "systems"

proshippers

fakeclaimers

21+ or under 13

INTERACT

same intrests

autistic and/or lgbtq+

other systems!!!

sourcemates <33

anyone who doesng match the dni!

[partyofbah]

SOURCES

sources im familiar with that i can make fictives for! you can ask for sources that arent on this list, but im more likely to reject those if i dont know enough about it!! BOLD means its a special interest/hyperfix so itll take priority!

TV SHOWS

gravity falls

over the garden wall

steven universe

sgt frog

helluva boss

hazbin hotel

smiling friends

inside job

wander over yonder

pokemon anime

dungeon meshi

dexter

how i met your mother

samurai jack

neon genesis evangelion

MLP:FiM

invader zim

death note

MOVIES

scream franchise

saw franchise

re-animator

final destination franchise

studio ghibli films

renfield

ghostbusters franchise

truman show

heriditary

midsommar

paranormal activity franchise

lego movie franchise

i like a lot of horror so you have a good chance!

VIDEO GAMES

telltale games (all of them)

life is strange franchise

ace attorney

danganronpa

persona franchise

splatoon

mario franchise

pokemon games

punch out

katamari franchise

dramatical murder

slow damage

sweet pool

ddlc

what remains of edith finch

rain code

OTHER

pretty much any mlp creepypasta (im very well versed)

homestuck

sanrio

lps popular

little shop of horrors (musical and movie vers)

repo the genetic opera

rent

ARTISTS I LIKE FOR SONGTIVE SOURCES

they might be giants

cheekface

cake

the crane wives

ludo

three days grace

skillet

hollywood undead

food house

100 gecs

breaking benjamin

chapell roan

femtanyl

everything everything

oingo boingo

lemon demon

[thedesertedsystem]

🌻, 🌙, 🌊, 🌺 and 🌈? :)

Most of these we already answered! They'll be in the same tags as this answer :)

We have a lot of alters that are nonhuman!

(Most of our nonhuman appearing alters are object heads, and just conceal their face. But I'll only be discussing alters that identify as nonhuman. Also some alters I'll not go into detail about them as they either don't wish to be shared online at this time or we just don't know much about them yet! (: )

Aether 🪶 (they/zie/avi/sand/desert) : an avian who loves to fly around and explore, they help our cartographer alter map the inner world!

Azathoth 🕸️ (it/they/she) : one of our "gods" of the inner world with the most authority. It is a terrifying shadow creature that closely resembles The Beast's silhouette from Over The Garden Wall mixed with a wither skeleton from Minecraft

Cake/Kate 🌌 (name/she), Cirno 👻 (he/it/ecto), and Eleanor 🕊️ (she/her) who are all ghosts!

Calico, our calico cat fragment

Calypso, a shape shifter who frequently appears as a nature deer (also one of our "gods" but not much know about them yet)

Ila 🔮 (she/her): an Ianite fictive from the Minecraft YT series Mianite, species/powers unknown but def not human

Margie, Nox, Enyd, and M/X are all shadow creatures or unknown species

Serena and Medusa are both mermaids/sirens

And then we have a fragment that is literally a teddy bear named Teddy

[theforest-system]

I have BPD and recently I've been taking some space away from my partner to figure who I am and what I like. (Bc I lost interest in a lot of stuff I enjoyed and the other stuff I got burnt out on) so now I feel like a shell of a person, yk how it is. Any way

I wanted to see if anyone had any recommendations for any kid shows like the owl house, over the garden wall, amphibia, but not like she ra or Voltron. Or shows like community!! I have a fictive based around Abed :)

Any way, tv shows are the only thing I have a real preference on now.

[eherealcreations]

𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 + 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

My whitelist is the list of my favourite themes, while my blacklist is the themes I won't do at all.

♥ Whitelist ♥

♥ Kins (theriantropy, otherkin, fictionkin, constellic, link, hearted, kith, etc; for any reason) ♥ Hearthomes ♥ Kink ♥ Alters (fictives, littles, etc) ♥ Regressors ♥ Comfort characters ♥ Fictional others (whether romantic or platonic) -> Media ♥ Undertale ♥ Helluva Boss ♥ Hazbin Hotel ♥ FNAF ♥ MCYT ♥ One Piece ♥ Gravity Falls ♥ Over the Garden Wall ♥ Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (books) ♥ Any of the Rick Riordan series/books ♥ Overwatch -> Themes/aesthetic ♥ Cottagecore ♥ Dark/light/chaotic academia ♥ Gremlincore ♥ Fairycore ♥ Medieval fantasy ♥ Creepy cute ♥ Cute ♥ Creepy ♥ Yanderecore ♥ Clowncore ♥ Pastels ♥ Monochrome

♠ Blacklist ♠

♠ Rick & Morty ♠ Game of Thrones ♠ Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

[selvesdiscovery]

Hi- I know I'm not a non-host, but I'd like to ask some advice relating to them. So basically, I can't leave front, which makes it harder for me to make sure everyone gets the time in front that they want. I'm currently worried about a fictive we got recently whose exotrauma is such that they completely seclude themself and won't open up/interact casually because they're just not used to communicating like that at all. Getting through to them has been hard, and we're not sure if focusing on their source is helping or hurting. My headmates can't just steal front from me so I'm always the interim between my everyone else and the outerworld, and it's worrying the hell out of us to have someone so averse to talking and locking it up with iron walls instead. If you have any advice, it'd be helpful- exotrauma isn't our forté.

Hi Anon, thank you for reaching out.

Exotrauma isn't too much of our forté either, but we do have some experience with it and might be able to help.

Depending on what the specific exotrauma is and how able to influence this other headmate you are, in general, the best thing that I can recommend is that you treat the exotrauma as you would any real trauma, and the headmate as you would a frightened survivor.

Any person dealing with post traumatic stress is going to need compassion and understanding, help working through triggers, and constructive redirection of their beliefs and feelings. If it's truly the case that trauma is the barrier between them and being able to interact properly with your system, my best advice for you would be to do some research on trauma, on dealing with the specific type of stuff that they've been through, and on helping them through it, so that your interactions with them can be as understanding as possible, and you can help them more when they're ready to open up. Even so, you'll need to be patient with them and allow them to let you help them on their own time.

In the meantime, you could also (gently and compassionately, of course) try to offer them interaction based around things they enjoy. For example, if they/their source really likes flowers, you can offer to take them to a garden, or get them a bouqet of their favorite kind. This could help you build a more trusting bond over time that could be the foundation for you being able to help them, similarly to how you would build trust with somebody outerworld.

If none of this proves helpful, consider reaching out to a professional (if you have one) or a loved one for more personal assistance.

If you have any further questions or elaboration on the situation, feel free to send another ask, but in the meantime I hope all goes well for you, and our advice pushes you in the right direction.

[fernsandspiders]

My name is Fern, I am a fictive introject, but I'm not sure what from. Either Charlotte's Web, or Anne of Green Gables, or both. Or maybe neither? I like animals, and bugs, and plants, and climbing trees, and the Tuck Everlasting musical, and Annie the Musical, and the show Anne with an E, and Over the Garden wall! Oh! And I use she/her pronouns.

[fictivecanoncalls]

H-Hey, I'm.. I'm Wirt. From uh. A cartoon called Over the Garden Wall. The body is a little over 18, but I'm 15 (if that makes anyone uncomfortable). I'm okay interacting with adults and/or minors. I'm looking for anyone, really. But I'm especially looking for the Beast, Jason Funderberker, and Greg. I'm perfectly okay with doubles too, just- anyone from the source. Interact with this post, and I'll try to contact you.

//oh shoot. The Over the Garden Wall fictive call that was just sent in, Wirt- he's okay interacting with those who are fictionkin as well. Thought I'd specify! Sorry.

Calling all fictives (and fictionkin) that match the above criteria!

[thisuseristheirl]

Greetingz! I waz wondering if I could have “This user is The Beast” (Over The Garden Wall) and “This user is Shadow the Hedgehog” (Sonic series)? Tiz okay if not, I hope you have a wonderful day/night <33 /gen

Yes of course! Also thank you I hope you have a good day/night too!! :D

As always, If you need any adjustments, lmk!! I’m very proud of these ^^

[childrenofthevoid]

yo! we’re the ChildrenOfTheVoid system!! heres an updated system member list cuz since we started this blog we’ve gained like,,, 8 people or something like that

oh and an explanation on our headspace cuz its funkie, its changed a little bit since we last posted about it! and also just more precise names for arias haha

- chara (fyi, from now on if there's a cut we’ll sign off above the cut instead of at the bottom like normal hehehe)

as before introjects, aproxives and others have been separated cuz we’re super fictive heavy ahaha

our fictives:  •Janus (sanders sides) •Remus (sanders sides) •Chara (Undertale) •Asriel (Undertale) •Grimm (Hollow Knight) •Shade (Hollow Knight) •Jack (Creepypasta) •Ben (Creepypasta) •Miku (Vocaloid) •Toga (My Hero Academia) •Dabi  (My Hero Academia) •The Beast (Over The Garden Wall) •Anti (Jacksepticeye Ego) •Green Mage (Everhood)

our aproxives: •Rep (aproxive of both Patton and Jevil) •Larkspur (aproxive of Virgil)

the rest of us!: •Raven (our host) •Kitty •Mirror •King •Twelve •SomeOne •Moss •Dove •Vex •Vinca •Lucien •Beatrix

thats all of us afaik! and now headspace explanations, you might sometimes see us call the mindscape the mindscape and you can blame that on gravity falls 110%

the house: main aria! most of us live here we each have our own room but theres plenty of common space too (has no outside or windows but does have a front door, it goes to small void)

small void: aka the front zone, peeps fronting can go to other places in headspace but its the default n its easier to front from small void, its also the space outside the house!!

big void: zone (presumably) under small void, only like 4 people can actually get in there so its like,, mysterious all we know is word of mouth, we think its under small void cuz shade jumped down a drop in small void (we didnt know that was there??) and they live in big voids so?????

the forest: second most lived in place!! its a silver birch forest, the ground is covered in crunchy leaves and its always sunset, the weather there does change, its always nice tho (it even snowed once!) we plan to draw this down someday but it would just be the main landmarks n stuff (like where paths n tents are) because no ones gonna draw down where all the trees are lmao

the dark forest: an oak forest you can get to by following a path in the main forest, it appeared when the beast showed up! it seems to be always night in there, the beast lives in there and lucien visits alot (its only been there for a few days so we dont know much about it)

as always if you’d like to know anything about us feel free to send in an ask!! it can be anything even just silly things, answering any questions is fun!!

[possessed-pack]

Intro + Links

This blog is a group blog for all of the possessed Hunter fictives in our system--there's 8 of us, and you can find info on us below. We’re all in the @interstellarsystem which is a quoigenic DID system of 400+ members. We support systems of all origins here.

We’re bodily an adult and collectively use they/it pronouns, though we have individual pronouns listed below.

Basically anyone can interact, we don’t have a DNI, we will just block as we please. We also might not see your DNI, sometimes they're very inaccessible to us--just block us. We like sourcemates in general so we’re down to talk if you’d like to. This blog will serve as an alterhumanity focused blog for all of us.

Tag list and blog user list below the readmore.

Links:

Ask | Our Website | Main blog (with more links) | Trigger Warning Tags | Post dividers link

People who will be using this blog include:

Mal -- Tox/He/They, wolfhearted, deerhearted, Malachite (SU) fictionkind. Dating Vic, Sil, Tor and Vince.

Vic -- He/They, wolfhearted. Dating Mal, Sil, Tor and Vince.

Blunter -- He/They, wolfhearted.

Sil -- Voi/He/It, voidkin. Dating Mal and Vic.

Tor -- Rot/He/They, Alastor (HH) fictionkind. Dating Mal and Vic.

Vince -- He/They, darkness and The Unknown (OTGW) as hearthomes. Beast!Wirt (OTGW), Wilfre (DTL), Willaim Afton (FNAF), Bracken (Lethal Company), Husk (HH), Alastor (HH) and Jonathan Sims (TMA) fictionkind. Dating Mal and Vic, as well as @mystery-aberration and others without blogs in-sys.

Cer -- He/Him

Marrow -- It/They

Organisational tags:

#op - Original posts.

#rb - Reblogs.

#srb - Self-reblogs, other blogs we run included.

#ask - Asks.

#ask game - Tumblr ask games.

#name (pronouns) - Posts by specific members.

Alterhuman-related tags:

#alterhuman - Alterhuman things--or things with alterhuman vibes.

#nonhumanity - Nonhuman stuff.

#otherkin, #plural, #therian, etc - Tags are self explanatory.

#terrorpunk - Posts related to terrorpunk.

Source/identity specific tags:

#sourceposting - Posts about our sources.

#cryptid vibes - Cryptids, monsters, and things of the sort.

#hazbin hotel - It says it all on the tin.

#hunterposting - Posts related to Hunter (The Owl House).

#in the dark - Posts related to darkness and the things in it.

#tma - The Magnus Archives.

#otgw - Over The Garden Wall.

#owls in the house - The Owl House.

#wolfposting - Wolves (though sometimes extended to other canines).

Misc tags:

#aesthetic - Aesthetic posts. Might be tagged with things such as #nature or #plants if applicable.

#disability - Disability of any kind.

#neurodivergent - For posts relating to neurodivergency.

#queer - For posts relating to being queer.

[veeskinblog]

Hello! Welcome to my kin help blog, I'm Vee. I'm an adult and I use they/he/she/xe pronouns.

More info under the cut!

- Anyone can request (fictionkin, irls, fictives, or even just fans) but I will tag as kin unless otherwise requested

- Blog is run from mobile

- I can do requests for any source, but I believe my best work is for those I am familiar with.

- I have the right to refuse a request if it makes me uncomfortable.

- If you need me to tag anything let me know! I do not have the best memory and may forget though.

- I will not provide for factkin/irl sources (however, I do accept things like Hamilton, Dream SMP and other MCYT as long as it's separate from the creators, and YouTube egos)

SERVICES I CAN PROVIDE

I can make art (traditional), moodboards, character pride flags, Pastel Girl avatars, and icons.

SOURCES I'M FAMILIAR WITH

While I can provide for any source, the following are the ones I am most familiar with. If you're wondering about a source, feel free to ask!

Adventure Time

Animal Crossing

Codename: Kids Next Door

Danganronpa

Deltarune

Dream SMP

Eddsworld

Ever After High

Gravity Falls

Homestuck

Marvel/MCU

Minecraft

Monster High

Moomins

My Little Pony (specifically Friendship is Magic but I can do others)

Ninjago

Over the Garden Wall

Pokémon

Soul Eater

Star Wars

Steven Universe

Stranger Things

The Lego Movies

Umbrella Academy

Undertale