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kombuuuu · 1 year ago

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Birthday Girl.

Earth42!Miles x Reader + Pavitr x Reader

“Happy Birthday, [Name].”

Headcanons and snippets C:

i want to wife him

E42!Miles: Purple Pavitr: Orange You: Pink Rio Morales: Blue

Miles Morales:

Would wake you up with breakfast in bed

if it’s a day where he’s called in for a job he’ll fight Aaron on getting the day off for you

although, the fight wouldn’t last long

Aaron likes you too, so with a sigh and a pinch of his nose bridge, he concides

letting Miles have the day off but only with a promise of working him to the bone the next day over

he rolls his eyes but the smirk on his face makes his uncle scoff a laugh

so with breakfast in hand, he’s gently shaking you awake

whispering your name with the promise of food

your sleepy voice greeting him makes the butterflies in his stomach awaken

“[Name].. Wake up, Chiquita, I have breakfast.”

“Food? Hi, Miles.”

He smiles at your slurred words, and you peak your head from under your covers. Pulling yourself to sit up.

There’s a spread of breakfasts foods in front of you, all your favourites.

“Miles..”

“Happy Birthday, Mami.”

“I’m gonna kiss you.”

“I won’t stop you.”

Spoils you with gifts

literally anything he could’ve possibly seen that you even might have liked

designer shoes to match with him (Nike Airs)

Matching jewellery as well, literally adores matching with you

gets you a chain with his name on it and one with yours for himself

whether you like silver or gold he gets you some premium shit

likes the look of white gold so that’s what he got himself

would do genuinely anything you want him 2

takes you to your fav nail tech to get you both done

he lets you choose the colours but makes sure to include purple with his own

after he takes you shopping,

you tell him off

he literally already bought you so much

knows what he’s doing tho

“Miles!”

“Aye, ma. C’mere.”

“We’re not going in there.”

“Yes we are.”

He settles his hands along your waist, turning you towards the boutique.

“Miles— It’s expensive in—,”

“I have an opening booked for us.”

His monotoned voice dragged in your ear, a shiver in its wake.

“Wha— C’mon!”

“Don’t pout at me, Mami. Might have to take you home.”

“I’m not pouting—“

“Hi.”

“Hello Mr.Morales, Right this way, Please.”

“Mr.Morales..?”

take you both to a boutique to get you clothes for the night

let’s you try on any dress you want

you try and pick the ones that don’t look too pricey

he catches on pretty quick and ends up picking the dresses for you to try himself

makes you show off for him

likes how you look in expensive shit and makes it known

“Damn, ma. Gonna have to buy that one for a later date..”

“Baby, no event is going to come up anytime soon that big enough for a dress like this.”

“I’m a patient man.”

ends up getting something that complements both your nails and the matching jewellery

also buys the matching shoes

he had a huge thing for seeing you in heels, but if you prefer flats he’ll make the workers find you something

gets a suit for himself

he’s been here before so they know his measurements.

gets a simple white blouse, with a dark grey set, a matching waist coat with it. And a black tie to go with the black buttons on the waist coat and cuffs.

doesn’t really bother with shoes

just figured he’s gonna wear his normal shit

when checking out, he makes sure to distract you with talk on what he plans for the night

adding tidbits that have both you and the store clerk blushing

the poor clerk just trying to ring you up

He leant over to whisper in your ear, rather loudly for someone “trying” to be discreet.

“Can’t wait to take you home, Chiquita. Seein’ you all dolled up for me? Jesus..”

“Oh my god.”

“That’ll be—“

“I got it.”

The clerk handed you the bags quickly before printing the receipt and going to rush off.

“Thank you, Have a nice day.”

Miles’ rumbling chuckle made your knees weaken.

“Yeah, we will.”

Takes you home to get ready,

touching you the whole time you do your make-up

whether it’d be a hand smoothing down your shoulders, massaging you while you worked

or his grip on the expanse of your waist

or even his nails raking down your back, watching the goose bumps rise as he did, infatuated

eventually you were both ready

and it was late

he took you to a high end restaurant, Electric Lemon it was called

and when you walked in greeted by his family, mingling with yours

you might have teared up a bit

“Chiquita? You ok?”

“Mmha..”

“If it’s too much we ca—“

“No, Miles, I love it. I love you—,”

You turned to him, the small smile gracing his lips a rare but gorgeous sight.

“This is perfect, thank you.”

“Love you too, Mi Cielo.”

“Oh (Name)! Feliz cumple! No es linda? Miles hizo increible!”

“Oh! [Name]! Happy Birthday! Isn’t this so nice? Miles did amazing!”

“Momma, Please—“

'Oh! Y Aaron era tan secreto sobre lo que era -'

“Oh! And Aaron was all secretive about what it was—,”

She leaned close to you, whispering “-así supe que toda fue para ti”

“,—so I knew it was for you.”

She smiled sweetly at you while you giggled back. Thanking her for coming to see you. She waved you off, walking you an Miles over to Aaron as she spoke.

“No, no me das gracias. Tu eres mi hija. Sería un crimen no venir.”

“No, Don’t thank me. You’re my daughter, it’d be a crime to not show up.”

You glanced over to Miles, seeing the sincerity behind his eyes when watching the two loves of his life interact so sweetly. You smiled back in turn.

He whisked you away from the party, after a while. Taking you to the more secluded parts of the rooftop. Completely devoid of life, he cradled your head to his and kissed you earnestly. Putting his Heart and Soul into loving you.

You giggled into his mouth, watching him smile back. You dragged your finger down the centre of his braids, something he’d come to love you doing. He pulled back from you, watching you smile up at him. His eyes shining with an endless love.

“Happy Birthday, [Name].”

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he is so boyfriend coded

Pavitr Prabhakar:

will do similar to Miles, but not with breakfast in bed

will wake you up with flowers and kisses and an outfit he knew you liked set out for you

like i said in this, sleepy you makes him go insane

he’d let you sit with him a while whilst you woke up, and would smother you in love, whispering his praise to you

pulls you into his lap to look him in the eye while he confesses how much he loves you like it’s the first time all over again

“Thithli, you mean the world to me—,”

He massaged the flesh of your thighs, resting along his waist. He was flustered looking up to you, knowing you were there, with him, drove him farther head over heels.

“—You’re the love of my life, getting older with you is the greatest blessing of my life.”

“Pav.. baby..” You whined his name, waking up to such affections would be something you could never get used to.

“I’m so glad you exist with me, Shonu.”

You shoved you head into his neck, hiding your lovey-dovey smile from him.

“Love you, Pavitr..”

“Love you more, [Name].”

When you’ve woken up more

he coaxed you for a shower, taking care of you like the doting lover he is

pats you dry and helps you dress, then dresses himself

all while telling you how you make him whole, how you’re the reason he’s here and he’ll never be as happy as he is with you

it’s obsessive, but you’re just as bad

you tell him more in touches than in words, and he takes it in stride.

he’s come to know your love language, both of you sharing touch, but you take in the quality time trait as well

so he makes sure to drag the day out as long as he can

makes the morning slow, brings you his gifts and starts the food while you open them

he pets your cat and cooks, watching you out of the corner of his eye

He’d gotten you a set of bangles with small spiders engraved, crested in diamonds.

ones matching to the ones he wears

accompanied with a matching collar for your cat, which you smiled at

he’d also gotten you smaller, sentimental things likes references to your first dates, massage oils,

and things you’d said you liked in passing, that’d he’d remembered. because of course he had

he smiles when you shyly cover your mouth, looking down at the things he’d gifted with teary eyes

knowing how hard it is for you to accept gifts,

he doesn’t say anything, just turns the stove down and walks over to kiss you

“You okay, Jaanu?”

You looked up at him from the paper in your hands, nodding with a pout of your lips and a tremble in your voice.

“Yeah—, Yes, I’m good.”

He leant over to kiss your temple, smiling as he turned back to tend to the food, “Thank you, Pav.”

He glanced back over at you.

“My pleasure, Thithli.”

you lie in bed together for another two hours after you eat

just taking in each others prescience and letting the calming white noise of a distant show in the background soothe you

you hold him close, listening to his heart beat

when a song comes on he recognises and he sings to it softly, the contented sigh you let out is involuntary

he eventually gets you up again, since you’re already dressed, you feed your cat and leave

he walks you through the streets of his home, bringing you to his favourite spots

to feed the stray dogs with him, or to grip onto him and swing over the immense traffic

“Pav, If I fall, I’m blaming you.”

“Thithli, you won’t fall. I promise.”

“Okay.. But if I do—“ He grabbed your waist and hoisted you against him, shooting a web to a high building and swinging you up. Using his bangles to create more momentum and fluidity with his swings.

“Pavitr Prabhakar! I’m going to kill you!”

“Kiss me? Doesn’t really sound like a threat..”

“I swear—“

His sweetened laugh interrupted your spiel, and you couldn’t even be mad.

he eventually leads you back to his house

where your friends and family (his included), are waiting for you.

They greet you in tandem, with a cute, fairly out of sync “Surprise!”

the furniture in his house had been pushed into the far corners and the tiles of his family’s large lounging area had been made into a make-shift dance floor,

everything else being decorated in a very honest sense

and if there was a ache in your chest for the love you’d felt then, no one but you would know

all your spidery friends were there as well— only making the evening even more special

festivities shown were upbeat and exciting and you hadn’t felt more of a community than you had at that moment

When a lull in the upbeat songs play, and a slower, more set tone starts through the speakers—, Pavitr cuts in, taking you from Hobie, who shoots him off with a wink.

He holds you close, starting a slow dancing sway with you.

“How’re you finding it, Shonu?”

The lights dancing in your eyes make you evermore pretty to him.

“It’s—.. Its beautiful Pav, I’m so happy,”

People had started to sway with you, keeping the middle of the floor clean for you and your lover.

“,Thank you.”

“Only the best for you, [Name].”

You’d swayed with him for another minute before the end of the song had approached. Him twirling you out and catching you in a dip whilst you laughed and went along with it.

He brought you up into a quick, cheesy kiss.

“How romantic.”

“Cause I love you.”

Your voice quietened. “Love you more, Spidey.”

He stared at you a moment longer, placing a kiss along your temple once more.

“Happy Birthday, [Name].”

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FOR MY BDAY GIRL @juneberrie 🥳🥳‼️

and ty to my lovely translator 🫶 @kissmxcheek

(PUT ME IN A CELL 💥💥⬇️)

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lilylovestowrite · 4 months ago

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LESSONS IN ETIQUETTE ୨♡୧

PAIRING: (Neuvillette x AFAB!Reader x Wriothesley) SYNOPSIS:After becoming the Acting Princess of Fontaine, you've been struggling to follow the rules, but it's all okay! That's what your royal tutor Neuvillette and bodyguard Wriothesley is there to help you with! WARNINGS:(NSFW, spanking, edging, overstimulation, handcuffs, blindfolding, oral (fem. receiving), praise degradation) MDNI

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“Princess?”

Neuvillette’s baritone voice, although raised slightly so you can hear it from the other side of the door, holds the same tender lilt to it. You feel your heart leap slightly when you leap from your red chaise lounge and bound to the door to rip it open, ignoring the judgemental stare from your bodyguard, Wriothesley.

“Neuvillette!” You beam as his purple eyes crinkle from the smile he gives you. He plants a chaste kiss on your knuckle, and the glimmer of affection in his eyes when he peers up at you through his long lashes send you reeling. Ever since you were forced to act as a stand-in Princess for Teyvat after the real one had been receiving threats from an unknown source, you believe Neuvillette’s lessons in etiquette are keeping you together. Even if the balls are unbearably boring and the fake smiles you master in the bathroom mirror strain your face, learning to dance and hearing Neuvillette praise your gleeful smile is all worth it.

He allows you to lead him into your large bedroom, where Wriothesley is reading and sipping on tea. You never really understood why the dark haired man is to be by your side at all times. The Royal family tell you it’s because they don’t want to see you get hurt, but you know that it’s so you stay within the confines of the palace. Many times, you’ve leaped through the bushes of the rose garden, and Wriothesley has yanked you back and marched you back to the palace. Last week, you tried to escape through the library window, allowing the curtains to shield you from his view. You made it to the marble swan fountain by the exit before Wriothesley threw you over his shoulder with one arm and brought you back. At the recollection of the memory, you pull a face at Wriothesley as you sit Neuvillette down. He looks up at you with his eyes, the hue of rainy skies, and rolls them as if he were entertaining a child.

“Now, Princess, I don’t mean to panic you, but I have been informed of some… mishaps occuring at the last ball you were at.” Neuvillette clears his throat and a small worried expression causes you to practically wilt. He notices this and scrambles to put the smile back on your face. “N-not anything too major though, I heard you did so well in dancing, I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Neuvillette, I just never want to disappoint you.” You practically simper, and Wriothesley hides a gag behind a polite cough, which Neuvillette is tactful enough to ignore.

“You couldn’t possibly, my darling.” A gloved hand lightly pets you on the head, and you can smell the scent of moringa flowers get stronger as he approaches you. “Though I may need to teach you something a little different.”

“Oh?” You reply, adjusting your blouse once you see how perfectly pressed Neuvillette’s navy three piece suit is. He sits you down on the armchair opposite of Wriothesley, the plush of the plum coloured crushed velvet material dipping under your weight.

“Yes, Princess. It seems that last night,” he circles you behind the chair, his gloved hand trailing the golden embellishments on the back of her chair, “you were… enchanted by the Prince of Khaenri’ah.”

Ah, Prince Kaeya. Prince Kaeya, who moved with the unwavering elegance of a peacock. Prince Kaeya, who in his drunken daze, twirls you around when dancing, the khol lining his eyes causing that one beautiful, cobalt blue eye to gleam with brilliance. Oh, Prince Kaeya, who charmed you off your feet for one night only. You look guiltily at Neuvillette, “I apologise, I believe I had too much to drink-”

“You could have done worse, Princess. The error is on my behalf.” He murmurs from your left, still pacing across the room. You hear the clink of china on the table, and look up to see Wriothesley listening intently, even going as far as to slip a bookmark into the book he’s reading. “You see, people in balls may seem alluring to you-”

“They want you for your power, is all.” Wriothesley remarks, and Neuvillette clears his throat.

“That could be it, or they were simply taken by your own charms.” He offers. “However, I failed to warn you about this. And these men are dangerous, Princess. They might hunt you down, no matter how close Wriothesley is. This is why I thought of a… different way of teaching you.”

“A different way?”

Neuvillette’s long locks of white hair dance in the slight breeze as he approaches the doors to the balcony and closes them, causing the strands of starlight to halt to a stop. He pulls his hair up with a black silk ribbon in a high ponytail. The sunlight runs through the blue hued strands as he ties the ribbon into a perfect bow. “Yes, dear. Wriothesley over here and I thought that we could attempt to build up an immunity to seduction.” You feel a slight pang of fear as Wriothesley’s expressionless face glows with excitement, his half lidded eyes flooding with light.

“You see, Princess,” Wriothesley practically snarls, “we’re going to have to show you the extent of what these desperate Dukes and Princes will go to for your affection.” He hisses into your ear, so Neuvillette can’t hear. “And I’m going to show you what happens when you make things difficult for me.”

Your face flushes and Wriothesley towers over your seated figure, his arms resting on either side of your chair. “I don’t…” You hesitate and clear your throat, your composure cracking like ice under a hammer from the dark haired man’s gaze. Seeking refuge, you look towards Neuvillette for some clarity, but instead you find your mind has gone haywire when you see him slide his gloves off with his teeth. “I don’t object to it, but why must he be here?” You nudge your chin towards Wriothesley, “He has it out for me!” You pout, knowing that Neuvillette will give you a warm smile, his pretty eyes skrunckled up cutely. He does, as you predict, but the smile is accompanied by a shake of the head which causes his ponytail to dance with it.

“I’m sorry dear, but most of the people flirting with you do have it out for you. Whether it be for your fake status, money or beauty.” He approaches the chair you sit in, right beside Wriothesley, caging you in velvet. “We just want to make sure you aren’t so easily influenced, yes?”

There is always something hypnotic about Neuvillette. An air of worldly knowledge interwoven with every spoken word, a charismatic voice that makes you feel as if you’re drowning in a sea of calmness. The trance he puts you in floods your train of thought and you wonder if he’s aware of the effect he has on you, the spell he has you under. When he says it like that, with so much care and tenderness, what other answer can you reply with other than “Yes”?

“Good girl, we’ll start easy, okay?” He murmurs, kissing your temple. How anyone has ever survived this man’s charms is a mystery to you. Wriothesley on the other hand, grins down at you, fixing his glove and gripping your thigh.

“You’re gonna break tonight, Princess.” He sneers, and you feel red hot anger spurt out of you as if it were reflex. The warm, fuzzy feeling from Neuvillette boiling over.

“I won’t. Not to the likes of you.” You tug on Neuvillette’s sleeve, “At least Monsieur Neuvillette is charming. You’re just annoying.” Comes your sharp retort, even though you both know you’ve been eyeing how perfectly his clothes accentuate his body. This causes Neuvillette to go slightly pink, the apples of his cheeks more visible due to the coy smile on his face.

“Come now, Princess, we shouldn’t play favourites.” He chuckles softly, stroking your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm and pout once more.

“But you have faith in me, right, Neuvillette?”

“Oh, Princess…” He pinches your cheek, but it is as light as a petal falling on your face. “I have to side with him on this one. You are going to break tonight. And that’s okay, because you can surrender to us.” Neuvillette muses, eyes glazed over with the sight of you undone and gasping already being painted in his mind.

This is what strikes slight fear into you. You thought he would make it easy for you, maybe let Wrio bully you for a bit and then offer you dessert after a few crocodile tears. But the way that their sharp gazes pin you to the spot assures you that you are in for a ride.

“Now, angel. We are two princes vying for your attention. Keep your cool, do not show the slightest bit of interest. Not even in your body language. People will often notice what you do rather than what you say to see what pleases you, alright?” He instructs you in what is closest to a teacher's voice. You nod your head in agreement and Wriothesley snickers.

“What a pretty little Princess we have here.” He practically spits at you, but oh-so-gently kneels and kisses the back of your hand. Neuvillette twirls a lock of hair around his finger.

“Yes, they are, aren’t they?” You want to pay attention to the white haired man but you’re interrupted by the sharp bite on your hand from the still kneeling Wriothesley, who mischievously grins up at you. “Tell me, Your Highness, do you usually lure in people like this?” Wriothesley plays with the chain on your pants, pinging them.

“I… Lure?” You reply, and the triumphant grin on his face urges you to collect yourself. “It is not my fault you can’t keep your hands off me.” A similar grin contorts your innocent expression as you press a heeled shoe to his chest, pressing his black shirt buttons and red tie with intricate stitching of a darker, sensual shade of vermillion, akin to the hot anger that flushes his cheeks. Neuvillette takes your ankle and removes it from Wrio’s dress shirt to press a kiss on your shin.

“You’re right, Highness. I can’t keep my hands off you.” He muses, white hair framing his face, yet not concealing the brilliant violet gaze dripping with lust. Neuvillette’s voice is soft and gentle, yet you have to supress the urge to lean back against the chair to allow him to do whatever he wishes to you. “Nor do I want to.” Nevertheless, you keep your back straight and your gaze downcast towards them, even when Wriothesley stands up to grab your face and squish your cheeks together with one hand. It seems like the blatant act of disrespect has cracked his usually calm demeanour.

“You’re a fucking pain in the ass, my Princess.” He cooes, meeting your icy gaze and then pinning your shoulders back with both hands. “You’re touchstarved too, I’ve seen what books you hide underneath your pillow.” He looks at Neuvillette, and your eyes widen with horror. “Pure erotica.”

You feel your face fall, and the perfect, golden act you’ve kept up to allow Neuvillette’s lilac gaze to consume you like you are the only one in the world seems like it is all for naught. Your heart pulsates in your stomach. Finally meeting Neuvillete’s flushed face, a tiny chuckle leaves his lips. “Don’t bully the poor thing, Wriothesley, we all have our quirks.” He kisses your nose, “So, Princess, what sort of things do you enjoy in those books, hmm?”

Heat builds up and you feel your composure slip as Wriothesley kisses down your neck, and Neuvillette presses a kiss to your lips. Wriothesley laughs cruelly, “I bet you enjoy being toyed with.” When you moan softly, he grips your thigh, allowing Neuvillette’s soft hands to cup your face. “This kind of reaction is unbecoming of you, Princess.” He emphasises this with a bite, causing you to yelp into Neuvillette’s passionate kiss. You feel the air hit your lips when Neuvillette descends to unzip your pants, sliding the fabric down your legs. At the same time, Wriothesley rips your dress shirt open, and you squeal at his roughness. “Stand up.” He orders.

With whatever tatters of dignity you have left, you smirk at him. “Make me.” And within a split second, he picks you up. He raises your body like a ragdoll, ready to throw you onto the bed, but Neuvillette shakes his head and rushes to prep the pillows. Wriothesley sighs and places you on the bed, guiding one of the silk pillows under your hips, the cool fabric making you shiver. He unhooks the handcuffs from his belt loop and binds you with them, you thrash against him but Neuvillette hushes you, raking his hand through your scalp.

“Wriothesley, you’re so rough with them.” He tuts, and the dark haired man only scoffs and pinches your cheek.

“Well, this one is a brat, and they’ve been trying to escape multiple times, haven’t you?” He nudges you, and you glare up at him. Neuvillette gasps, and you look at him guiltily.

“Is this true, Princess?” He asks, his hand stops on your waist. You avert your gaze and nod. Neuvillette shakes his head in disappointment yet amusement glitters in his violet eyes. “You’re so good for me, but such a troublemaker for him. Is it that you’re more comfortable with Duke Wriothesley, here?”

Wriothesley rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his dark hair. “A little too comfortable.”

“We can’t have that, darling. Need you to be completely open with me as well. And here I thought I was the favourite.” He tuts, helping you up and laying your head against Wriothesley’s chest. His pin is nearly centimetres away from your eye, noticing this, Wriothesley takes it off and places it by the bedside table, such a kind gesture from him is unfamiliar to you.

Nevertheless, you can’t keep your mouth shut. “You are my favourite, Neuvillette. He’s just an assho- mmph!” Wriothesley tilts your chin up uncomfortably and kisses you on the lips, your bottom lip in between his teeth as he grabs your chest. You gasp and hear Neuvillette chuckle in the background.

“Fucking brat. You think you can get me riled up by making me upset because I’m not your favourite?” Wriothesley smirks and rolls your nipple between his fingers and jostles you in his lap.

“You are riled up. Bet you’re jealous.” You laugh, the last of your pride melts away as you moan midway through the sentence. You look at Neuvillette, who with a tiny smile, parts your thighs.

“I see what ails this Princess. I think an attitude adjustment is in order, no?” He muses, and Wriothesley agrees eagerly.

“Yeah, like fuck they do.” He declares, rolling up his sleeves and holding your thighs open. “Aww, what a mess already. I think you need to surrender, Princess, it’s obvious that you’re desperate~” Neuvillette spreads you open further, and you shrink into Wriothesley from embarrassment as he inspects how much you’re leaking, inner pink walls coated in light cream sheen.

“Not surrendering! Not yet!” You hiss, although your cuffed hands covering your mouth as Neuvillette plays with your clit. You try to shut your legs, but Wriothesley effortlessly has you spread open.

“Fine, but if your struggle is as weak as the way you’re trying to hide yourself from us by closing your legs, then expect me to make it absolute hell for you.” You whimper meekly when Neuvillette licks up and down your clit, jolting in Wriothesley’s grip. “What’s that, Princess? Finally using that mouth to make pretty noises? Hmm?” He taunts, squeezing your thighs whilst Neuvillette groans into you, the vibrations causing you to pant. He continues the taunting all the way up to your climax, in which Neuvillette stops abruptly. He tilts your chin up and smiles when he sees your fucked-out gaze.

“Princess, you need to surrender in order for me to finish you off.” He sits you up, and you shake your head in disdain.

“No, I… I can’t, not yet!” You mumble, and Neuvillette pets your head, kissing your forehead.

“We’ll let you come down from your high, darling. It’s okay.” His voice is coaxing, baritone, it vibrates and you feel your heart and lower regions flutter. Hyper aware of every kiss of air on your exposed flesh, and especially aware of Neuvillette and Wriothesley. Their breaths reverberate against your ear and clit. Wriothesley’s breath is cold, yet sharp, and Neuvillette, scorching hot, but ebbing tortuously. Oh, you could surrender, but he’s prepared this lesson for you. Sweet, caring Neuvillette, who only wants the best for you, so you will do your best just to please him. Even if it is at the expense of your own pleasure. However, a darker part of you notices the nonchalant, cocky attitude that envelops Wriothesley, and how you want to prove him wrong. Surrendering to Neuvillette’s overwhelming yet gentle pleasure would be a reward, but to damn yourself to give into Wriothesley? You may as well be a rabbit waltzing into a wolf's den.

“No! I won’t!” And with that, Neuvillette withdraws himself from between your legs, the sensation of his silver hair gliding across your thighs when he pulls himself away makes you jolt. Neuvillette smiles softly, his light purple eyes glistening and scrunching up with adoration, the same kind looks that melts your heart whenever you please him. Except now, he licks his fingers coated in a sheen of transparent, viscous liquid. It makes you squirm and twitch, the knot in your stomach dullens, but does not unravel. Wriothesley lets out a low whistle, brows raised as he watches you whine from your denied release.

“Seems like your stubbornness finally has some use. But you’ll buckle now that I’m gonna do you nice and fast.” The two switch positions, with Wriothesley between your legs and Neuvillette behind you. The only difference is that your head lays in Neuvillette’s lap instead of resting against his chest. The ruffled lace sleeve of his white shirt tickles your cheek as he reaches to brush your hair from your face, smiling softly. His finger trails your nose, down to your lips, and although you want to admire his smooth hands, you close your eyes when the pads of his fingers smooth your brows. Meanwhile, Wriothesley rummages through Neuvillette’s briefcase, his gloved hands producing a device with a suction-cup top. He grins deviously, and you instinctively try to back away, but Neuvillette reaches down to kiss your lips softly, murmuring a gentle reprimand.

“It’s not polite to reject a gift, little Princess.” He whispers, and you mumble a weak apology. His hair flutters across your face as he moves to tilt your chin towards the dark haired man. His eyes, the hue of starlight, glimmer with malice, lust, and innocent glee all at once. “Ah, ah, you should apologise to that gentleman over there.” Neuvillette replies softly, taking your bound wrists in one hand and massaging your chest with the other. You feel your face burn with humiliation. Apologise? To Wriothesley? Who holds a bizarre device that he will undoubtly use to torture you?

But one look at Neuvillette makes you gulp, the way his hands squeezes and rubs at your breasts making you keel into his touch. You have no choice but to do as he says: “I-I’m sorry, Duke Wri- ah! Wriothesley.” You moan and god, you realise how pathetic you sound because the Duke tilts his head to one side and edges near your sensitive clit with the device.

“Oh, you will be.” He waves it near your ears, and your eyes widen in horror when you hear it vibrate. You catch on quickly, even with pleasure disgruntling your senses as if playing a piano piece with the pendulum on the wrong tempo. You feel Neuvillette chuckle as his lap trembles with a low chuckle. “This is something I first found out about in the Fortress of Meriopede. They say the Fatui sometimes use pleasure to break their prey, so I’m not sure your dainty little body can take this vibrator, Princess.” His voice drips with disdain and mockery, and you want to weep from the embarrassment. You try to free yourself but Neuvillette still has his finger looped around the chains of your cuffs. Wriothesley grabs your hips and spreads your folds, whilst Neuvillette moves to circle your nipple with his finger, and you finally twitch when the first touch of the vibrator on your clit, and you yelp. Wriothesley quickly withdraws it from you and giggles with sadistic delight, before regaining his composure and diving back in with it. This time, the tantalising pleasure of the device licking your folds with mechanical speed is constant, and you cannot stifle the moans that escape your lips.

“Fu-fuck! Ah- Wriothesley, d-haah~ put it away! This is an- mm~ order!” You whine desperately between moans, and Neuvillette has to press your lower stomach into the bed to prevent you from escaping. Wriothesley cooes at you and narrows his pretty glacial eyes, only to squish your cheeks, lightly, but it stops you from speaking.

“An order? From a tied up,” he increases the vibrations,“ fucked out,” once more, and you whimper, “ little mess?” With a final increase, you whine. “What gives you that jurisdiction, brat? You shouldn’t even be ordering me to clean up your messy clothes, but you still do, and you ask me to do things for you out of job requirements. I thought you preferred that, so why is it that the one time I volunteer to do what is not required of me, you protest? Hmm?” He towers over you and laughs in your face as you sob. He lets you go, but you can only whine softly.

“Fuck you!” You weakly moan, and Wriothesley tugs on a nipple, causing you to squeal. The knot in your stomach builds once more, and you hate that with every mean name he addresses you with, it tightens.

“Yeah? Fucking adorable. Already am, you pathetic brat. Not even at the highest setting of this toy and you’re already whining like a bitch in heat.”

Neuvillette and you answer at the same time: “I’m n-not a b-bitch in- ah~! Heat!” Out comes your languid response. “Now, that’s no language we use for a young lady.” Neuvillette shakes his head disapprovingly, but Wriothesley rolls his eyes at him, gesturing to you.

“What do you call this then? She’s panting.” Wriothesley spits out, and Neuvillette lightly presses on your lower stomach in what is supposed to be a comforting gesture, but makes you see stars from pleasure.

“I call it a masterpiece. Look, she’s going on strong.” He affirms, but that is the exact moment you buckle.

“Please, please, please turn it off! I can’t take it, I’ll cum, please! Wriothesley!” You beg, and Wriothesley crawls on top of you, his knees on each side of your hips. His glacial gaze meets yours, and you can’t look back at them.

“Is that how you beg? You can do better. Come on, Princess. I know you can do it. In fact, here’s some incentive.” He increases the vibrations and you scream in pleasure.

“Please! Please, Duke Wriothesley, I’m sorry, please, please stop! I can’t take it anymore, I’m so close, please!” You whine between moans, and the pressure in your lower stomach is so strong you feel your legs tremble. Feelings of desperation, humiliation and pleasure liquidise and pool at your eyes in the form of tears, which Neuvillette swipes away as they fall. Wriothesley urges you to continue, and you swallow your pride. “Please, please stop! I want to be- to be good for the both of you and not surrender- please! Please! I beg of you, Duke.”

“Hmm, request declined.” But it’s too late. Something inside you snaps, and waves of euphoria cause you to grasp the chains that cuff your wrists together. The pleasure consumes you, your legs tremble and let out one last moan before going limp.

Wriothesley reacts first. “You stupid brat, you came without permission. You’re not allowed to do that until you surrender.” His voice goes in through one ear and out the other, because Neuvillette handles you and you find your hole being covered in a jelly like substance and stretched out once more, his violet eyes gleam with a voracity that makes him look so ethereal, he appears to be not quite human. His actions are gentle, he slowly unzips his pants and he calmly embraces you, but the veins in his arm and one side of his neck bulge with desperation.

You look at Neuvillette desperately, “W-wait, I just came, I’m still sensitive.”

He looks at you, still sensitive and fucked out from your orgasm, and caresses your cheek. “Although Wriothesley was slightly out of line, your disobedience requires discipline, dear. But I’ll never be rough with you. You know what words to say if you want this to stop, Princess.” He whispers, slowly easing you onto his length. It causes you to whine and jolt, warmth blooming in your core once more, but you rest your cuffed hands on Neuvillette’s chest, the silk of his white dress shirt clenched in your fists.

“Shh, it’s okay, darling. But you have to take it, it’s a punishment after all.” He whispers in your ear, smoothing his hand through your hair before lifting you by the waist and slamming you back down. You let out a pathetic squeal, and feel Wriothesley snake his cold arms around your neck from behind. One hand holds your chin up, forcing you to look at Neuvillette.

Pink dusts his cheeks, and his high ponytail has blue strands escaping from it, framing his blushing face. He pauses bouncing you on his lap to roll up his sleeves, giving you a kiss on your forehead before picking up the pace: “There you go, Princess- ah~! You’re doing so, fuck- so well.”

His moans are higher than his baritone drawl, but they maintain the smooth lilt his speech usually has. They mix with your louder moans and pants. This dishevelled version of the usually put-together Neuvillette makes the experience seem so much more intimate, so even if you can barely think straight with the pleasure, you hold onto him for dear life.

Wriothesley, however, had never planned to give you a moment of peace ever since Neuvillette asked him of this favour, and he lands a sharp spank on your ass. “Enjoying this a bit too much, Princess? Should have expected that from you. I know why you squirm when I lift you up to take you back to the castle after you try and escape.” Neuvillette, hearing this, angles his hips to curve his tip more upwards, and it ends up hitting you in just the right place. He continues, his own moans growing louder and breathier. Your pleasure becomes too much once more, and you cannot muster the energy to talk back to Wriothesley, who continues his assault on your behind. “Fucking look at him. What do you say to the Iudex for making you feel so good?”

You’re too busy catching your breath, but it catches in your throat when he spanks you again. “This mouth talks back all the time but the one time I ask you to use it, you don’t?” His voice is severe, and you feel him chuckle from behind.

“Th-thank you, Monsieur N-ah~! Neuvillette!” It comes out broken and quieter than you anticipate, but Neuvillette feels himself lose control, tears building in his eyes, matching the drizzle that darkens the sky outside of your window.

You whine at Wriothesley’s relentless spanks and tremble once more as another orgasm builds up, and Neuvillette feels you contract around him, the orgasmic waves of yours causing him to throw his head back. “Ah~ You’re close too dear, right? I’m- haah~ sorry, darling, but I can’t- can’t give you what you want.” He whines with almost the same amount of desperation as you, but pulls out, his own orgasm takes hold and he finishes on your stomach, leaving you high and dry. You whine desperately, but Neuvillette hushes you. The two of you take a second to catch your breaths, and he leans his forehead against yours. “Well done, Princess.”

“But you’re not done yet, Princess. One last chance to surrender?” Wriothesley guides your cuffed arms around Neuvillette’s neck, allowing you to grasp onto the back of his silk shirt that now hangs off one shoulder, exposing the flesh underneath. His breathing is still rugged and deep, but somehow, the rise and fall of his chest makes you feel safe, so when he guides your head to lay against him, you don’t protest. But at the same time, you do not surrender. You shake your head, resisting the chance to finish. If you could take Neuvillette, you could take Wriothesley. That’s what you think, but as Wriothesley slides into you from behind after propping you on your knees and face resting against Neuvillette, who is slumped against the headboard, you realise how wrong you are.

Neuvillette was going easy on you on purpose, but Wriothesley graces you with punishing thrusts that leave you reeling so hard your moans become silent and only whimpers escape your throat. He finds your sweet spot and hits it at a fast pace, perhaps not going in all the way as Neuvillette did, but his speed much higher. His hips stutter, but his rhythm is consistent otherwise. Although the sensitivity from the previous orgasm has died down, this pleasure is hard to comprehend, so when Neuvillette finds the vibrator under the covers and you hear it vibrate, you begin to squirm once more.

“No, no, no. You’re fucking taking this, Princess. You needed to be shut up, this was inevitable, so why not enjoy it, hmm? Why not let yourself become a pathetic little mess and maybe we can let you feel even better than you do now?”

“I’m- I’m not surrendering!” You choke out, and Neuvillette rubs the vibrator across your nipples, dipping downwards to your clit, causing you to break out into goosebumps and quivers.

“You’re not, dear? That’s great to hear, you’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you.” Neuvillette praises, and you cringe when you feel yourself flutter around Wriothesley, practically hearing shit eating grin.

“Aww, Iudex, they like it when you praise them. Just felt them tighten.” He grunts, holding you up by the hips and thrusting into you rapidly.

“Do you, now?” Neuvillette teases, kissing the crown of your forehead when you sob in humiliation and pleasure. “Then, darling, you’re doing so well, but you would do better to surrender, hmm?” He whispers, slowly palming at your chest. “Just let us make you feel good, you’re going to be our Princess from now on, okay?”

“N-no! I won’t g-give- ah~! Give up!” You whine, and Wriothesley feels his own orgasm building. You can tell by the way he slows down and the way his groans become deeper. He hugs you close to him and kisses you down your spine as he gets closer, and you try and buck your hips to chase your own orgasm but he holds you so tight, you cannot move.

“Well- fucking done, brat.” Wriothesley moans into your ear as you feel liquid stain your behind. He pulls out just before finishing and sighs in relief. Neuvillette takes your cuffed arms and ducks under them to allow himself to remove his arms around your neck and walks towards his briefcase. He takes out a blindfold and what seems to be a collar, and you feel your heart sink into your stomach, where it pulsates from adrenaline and want. You can’t want more, they’re breaking your defences down and you’ve already forfeited most of your pride when begging Wriothesley, but when Neuvillette praises you for enduring thus far, how can you refuse? Might as well enjoy the pleasure the two give you. Especially now that your blacked out vision enhances the sensation of Neuvillette’s tip tapping against your lips. Wriothesley runs his hand down your back, kissing and licking the flesh hungrily. The pleasure of the vibrator remains on your clit, and you beg and plead, but the two continue to toy with you and your senses, this lesson in etiquette seemingly never ending…

…Neuvillette and Wriothesley have you bent over the bed, with Neuvillette eating you out and Wriothesley sucking your clit, and it snaps. You really can’t take anymore of the edging. The blindfold increases your sensitivity by tenfold and you grip the sheets. “I- I surrender! Please let me cum, please!” You beg, and once you look back, you’re met with the vibrant, violet gaze of your royal tutor, and the jeer of your bodyguard. You feel yourself being flipped over for the nth time, and the two ravage you. Neuvillette, with his feather light touches, and Wriothesley, who targets the spots that make you keel in pleasure.

Truly, you didn’t think the lesson was over yet, did you..?

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hyunsvngs · 1 year ago

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It had been so dark for so long. But over there, if you strayed from the path just a little, there was a break in the canopy of trees above. Rays of gold filtered through the leaves, and something deep within your chest told you not to leave the path, whatsoever. But it was oh-so-enticing, the thought of stepping into that light and perhaps even feeling just a little bit of warmth spill onto your skin…

Your legs were moving before you could stop them. With each step, your surroundings transform. The black and grey shadows gave way to hues of pink and purple. How could this be possible, so deep in the forest? Your will to question this wasn't quite strong enough. You felt so light, so floaty, so warm.

There was a ring of mushrooms, outlining the clearing, red and white. It may have been a trick of the light, but you could've sworn they sparkled. You stepped over them, into the light.

"Hello, darling."

A man? No. No man was this beautiful. A creature, an angel. A fairy?

He was lounging on a large, flat rock, glowing beneath the sunlight. His feet were bare, toes curling. His legs were slender and ever so long, poking out from beneath a brown, suede-looking skirt. His blouse was white and worn, unbuttoned halfway down his smooth, hairless chest. He was toying with a violet, the petals so bright they hurt your eyes. The further up his body your eyes travelled, the more intoxicated you felt. His features were sharp, all angles and lines, yet there was a softness to him. His cheeks were as rosy as his lips, his eyelashes longer than you'd ever seen before. His ears were pointed where they poked out of his long, blonde hair, cascading down past his shoulders and intertwined with flowers.

"Who are you?"

He simply smiled. "How did you get here?"

You tried to think backwards, but your memory was getting hazy. "I… I don't know. I just woke up here. In the forest."

The fairy chuckled lazily. "That might be my doing, love."

Your eyebrows furrowed. It was like you had to fight twice as hard just to think. "What, you brought me here?"

He shrugged. "Maybe. What does it matter? Come over here."

At his words, you felt a tug deep in your abdomen, as though he'd hooked an invisible scythe to you and was pulling.

"What if I don't want to?" you asked, though your own words startled you. Where did they come from? Of course you wanted to get closer to him.

He laughed, bigger this time, his smile meeting his eyes. "Oh, don't be silly. Come."

You didn't register yourself moving, but suddenly you were in front of him. You loomed above him, as he lay on the rock, though you still felt utterly powerless.

"What can I call you?" you asked, then felt silly for asking.

"Hyunjin," he said. It sounded like his first time speaking the name. "You can call me Hyunjin."

"Have you hypnotised me, Hyunjin?"

He raised his hand, his index finger landing on your lips. "Shhh. Look up at the sky, my darling."

You ignored the electric tingle in your lips, and followed his direction, reluctantly tearing your gaze from him and tilting your head up. Through the trees, with their rose and peach-coloured leaves, you saw.

"Purple. It's - the sky is purple."

"That's right, sweetheart, well done." You could hear the smile in his voice as he praised you, and you didn't dare look at him in fear you'd fall deeper. "And the clouds?"

"So pink," you murmured.

"Do you want to feel the way those clouds feel?" He had dropped the violet he'd been twirling between his fingers, his hands laying to rest on your waist instead.

There was nothing you could do but nod.

"Then come here, my sweetheart. Let me help you get there."

He spun you around, and you were sitting between his legs on the rock. It didn't feel hard beneath you, somehow. It was like sitting on a cloud. Hyunjin's hands moved from your waist, his fingertips sliding under your shirt and dancing across your tummy.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath tickling your ear.

It was difficult for you to check in with how you felt; your mind and body felt so disconnected. Not in a bad way, not at all. You just felt… far away. "Light. I feel light."

"I can make you feel better than you've ever felt before. Would you like me to do that?"

You didn't even need to think about the answer. You needed it. "Yes please, Hyunjin."

All of a sudden, your shirt was coming off and your bare back was pressed up against Hyunjin's chest, soft but firm. The air was warm on your skin, and you didn't know if the flowery, powdery scent was coming from Hyunjin or the flora around you, but you were enamoured with it.

His hands made you feel tiny. You looked down and watched as they cupped your breasts, squeezing them. He found your nipples and pinched them, rolling them between his fingertips. It sent shockwaves throughout your entire body, and you could barely breathe. You choked at the feeling, feeling as though your chest were collapsing - it was more than you could ever possibly handle. The tingling sensation was so warm, stronger than a thousand orgasms and all he was doing was tweaking your nipples.

"Breathe, darling," he urged you. "In and out."

You steadied your breathing, grounding yourself, focusing in on the pleasure bursting from within you. "What are you?" you panted.

"I'm yours. That's all you need to worry about."

Hyunjin dipped his head, his nose bumping against the skin below your ear. It traced a line downwards, right into the sweet spot where your neck ended and your shoulder began. He kissed you, making you moan out loud with just his plump, pink lips.

His fingertips made their way down your torso, tickling your tummy and passing over your hip bones. When did you become naked? you wondered. In all honesty, you didn't really care. Hyunjin's fingers were dancing across your pubic bone, then reaching between your thighs, spreading them. You hooked them over his own legs, fully spread for him.

"Oh, look at you," he whispered, chin on your shoulder. He spread your pussy lips, exploring what you had to offer.

"Am I pretty?" you asked, heart racing.

"Prettier than every flower I've ever seen," he agreed.

He plunged two of his slender fingers inside your pussy, and you writhed under his touch, throwing your head back against him. It was more intense than anything you'd ever felt before. You couldn't handle it, yet at the same time you wanted to stay here, feeling this way, for the rest of your life.

"How are you doing this?" you whined, your body thrashing with each pump of his fingers. He was playing with your g-spot so accurately that the pleasure almost hurt. It was beyond overwhelming. Nobody had ever made you feel like this before.

Hyunjin only laughed in response, kissing your neck again. "Are you enjoying it?"

"Y- Oh, fuck, yeah," you stammered. The pleasure was so immense that it felt like one ongoing orgasm. When did you start cumming? you wondered. And when would you stop?

"Do you want more?" There was a mischievous lilt to Hyunjin's voice.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" you asked, equal parts terrified and excited. You could barely handle two fingers, how would you possibly tolerate his dick?

He picked you up effortlessly, laying you back on the flat bed of the stone. You watched as he unbuttoned his blouse (the last few buttons that were hanging on, at least) and unlaced his skirt. His skin almost sparkled in the sun, bright and dazzling. His pecs, his toned abdomen, his waist, his hips, his… his dick.

"What is that?" you asked, voice hoarse. You stared at it, wide-eyed. It was long, must have been twelve inches at the very least. The tip was pale pink, a broad mushroom bulging at the top of the shaft, with the prettiest little slit at the top. The shaft just went on and on, delicate lavender veins twirling around it, all the way down until it met his balls, hanging softly beneath. "It's beautiful."

"I know," Hyunjin said with a smile.

"I… I can't take that, Hyunjin. That's too big, I'm… I don't know who you've fucked before, but I'm just a human. It's too much for me."

Hyunjin ignored your slightly panicked babbling, hovering over you where you lay. His long blonde hair fell into your face, tickling you. "Look into my eyes."

You did so. They were black, at first glance. Until pale lilac streaked through the pools, softening them. Rosy pink tones joined the mix, marbling the colours. You felt immediately calmer, pure relaxation flooding your system.

"Three…" You felt Hyunjin spread your legs. You didn't look away from his eyes.

"Two…" You felt him bumping at the entrance to your pussy. He lay his forehead against yours, and all you could see were the swirling colours. Hyunjin disappeared, the forest disappeared.

"One."

The feeling was back - you were cumming again. His dick was inside you - how far inside, you didn't know. It could've been a single inch, for all you knew, or it could've been the whole thing. He could be gutting you with it this very second, tearing apart your insides, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. His dick was even more magical than his fingers.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked. At his words, he came back into frame - you could see again. His expression was so calm, not a single crease or line across his porcelain-perfect face.

"Good - feels good," you said with a nod. "I - am I cumming? Have I been cumming this whole time?"

"Of course, darling."

"Are you inside me? All the way?"

Hyunjin gave you another gentle smile. "Why don't you look?" He sat up, and his slender frame was no longer obscuring your view.

You had no idea what to say. He was inside you - to the fucking hilt. It didn't make sense, he shouldn't fit inside you so easily. There shouldn't be such a lack of resistance. Logic said that he should surely be perforating your cervix at this length.

Logic? Logic was out of the window. You were laying on a stone, in a forest clearing, making love to the most beautiful being you'd ever seen. You were experiencing a continuous orgasm so strong that you could barely feel your body, yet at the same time you could feel it immensely.

Hyunjin pulled his dick out of you, slowly, until just his mushroom tip was left inside. The shaft was dripping, coated in your cream. He thrusted back into you gently, further and further. You felt him deep inside you. He just kept sliding further, impossibly deeper. Your tummy bulged, and you could see the glow of his cockhead inside.

"I don't understand," you mewled, spit dribbling from the corner of your lips.

Hyunjin caressed your cheek. "Stop trying to understand. Just feel."

You reached out to touch him, your hands exploring his skin. You touched his shoulders, so strong yet so soft, the muscles bulging beneath your hands. He felt like a cloud. You touched his face, his perfect pretty face, his expression remaining unchanged as you sobbed beneath him. How could he be so calm?

"Does-" you hiccuped. "Does it feel good for you? Hyunjin?"

"Yes, sweetheart." His voice was still, even as he was fucking you. "I don't do things that don't feel good."

You felt as though you were on top of the fucking world. You felt unstoppable, untouchable. You were making this man - this creature, this fairy - feel good. Your mind floated away from you. He hadn't lied; you felt just like the bright pink clouds in the sky.

"Do you love me, Hyunjin?" you asked, silly grin on your face.

Hyunjin looked at you blankly. "In a way."

He wiped your cheek with a single finger, following the tracks your tears had painted. "Your tears are so pretty." He lifted the finger to his lips, licking it. He threw his head back, closing his eyes tight, the first real display of pleasure you'd seen from him.

"Are - Are you gonna c-cum?" you asked, choking out each word.

"Yes, my darling," he said, and you heard just a slight strain to his voice. "I'm going to cum."

You gripped his biceps, steadying yourself. He looked deep into your eyes. Those gorgeous, ever-changing orbs disappeared from your view, the pinks and purples and blacks evaporating. His eyes were solid white, and held more emotion than you'd seen from the man so far. His eyebrows furrowed deeply. He was cumming.

You quickly realised that you hadn't been cumming this whole time - this was the peak. You felt his ethereal cock cum inside you, felt his seed spurt out of his slit and into your pussy. There was an impossible amount, flooding your body. It tingled, made your pussy throb in ways it never had before. Your entire body was on fire.

"Thank you, love." He pulled out of you, and you whined at how empty you felt. You swore you'd feel empty until the day you died, if you never felt his cock again.

His cum was spilling out of your pussy. You frowned, wanting to keep it all inside you, a memento of your time together; but your discontent couldn't last long. It was entrancing. His cum wasn't white but silver, and glowing. It was more like smoke than a man's seed, curling out of you and flying away.

"Don't worry, darling," he spoke with a smile. "There's some inside you, still. Deep inside." Could he read your mind? Had he been reading it this whole time?

"What happens now?" you asked, a sudden panic gripping your chest. "Will I see you again?"

Hyunjin grinned at you. His teeth looked sharp, pointed. You didn't blink, not even when your eyes burned. You couldn't look away for even a second, you had to absorb the sight of him. His glowing skin, his angular jaw, his now-white eyes. His pale blonde hair, cascading in waves down his back.

He leaned in, and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Goodbye, love."

And with that, as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.

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dearmantis · 2 years ago

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Back from the dead

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x Reader

Summary: As a new servant hired to help out in the Little Palace you have a bit of trouble finding your place in the new, unfamiliar environment. It doesn't help that some of the people there seem to know you.

Warnings: mentions of death/dying alone, bleeding out

Word Count: 4k

Authors' Note: I have written something. Congrats to me. I'm not sure if I like it. This isn't edited and I'm not a native English speaker.

"Who is this for? There's no name." You ask with a frown, holding up the dark brown wooden hanger. Usually, the clothes you're supposed to deliver to the Grisha have their name and order on the hanger, but this one is empty.

The other servant in the room with you, Mira, who is currently busy hanging the Kefta of a Tidemaker onto a dark blue hanger, looks up, eyes scanning the wood before her face contorts into a grimace.

"That's for Baghra. She prefers to wash her clothes herself, but once a month, the General asks us to steal her clothes and wash and repair them. Small warning: she's probably going to yell at you when you give them back."

You pull your eyebrows together, a deep wrinkle forming between them. "Wouldn't it make sense to just put them in front of her house in a basket or something instead of giving them to her personally? Or waiting until she's out again to bring them back inside?"

Mira shakes her head quickly. The movement makes her hair look like the most expensive black satin available.

"She has definitely noticed that someone took her clothes while she was out training the kids. She's waiting for someone to return them to let out some of her anger. There's no way Baghra is leaving her house until her clothes are back and she got to verbally abuse someone. I'm sorry."

Her attention goes back to the Tidemakers kefta, her long fingered hands carefully smoothing any wrinkles out of the material while her gaze checks the clothing item for any loose threads before hanging it up on the clothing rack next to her and moving onto the next item, a cream coloured cotton blouse with some beautifully carved wooden buttons.

Your hands dig slightly into the dark fabric of the dress you're holding, trying to determine if Mira is just trying to mess with you for fun or if she's seriously trying to warn you. You've only started working in the Little Palace a week ago and rumours about Baghra quickly found your ears as well, but you foolishly assumed that you would never have to interact with her after finding out that she usually only terrorizes the kitchen staff who bring her her meals.

Carefully looking through the other clothing racks for other dark brown, unnamed hangers, you end up with eight items before you finally leave the room, Miras "good luck!" following you through the halls like a death sentence as you move to leave the Little Palace.

You want to get this done quickly, trying your hardest to talk some bravery into yourself. Getting insulted by the old woman is basically a rite of passage according to some of the things you've heard over the past few days, like getting scared to death by the General or one of his Oprichniki randomly appearing behind you, getting into a fight with a servant from the Grand Palace after they said something mean about the Little Palace, and slipping on the stairs that lead to the kitchens.

You will survive this. Many have survived this before you, and many will continue to survive this after you.

The sun is slowly disappearing behind the palace, dipping the sky into a lovely shade of bright orange, pink, purple and grey-ish blue, reminding you that you will probably be done with work soon after this delivery. You will eat dinner with the other servants, who will probably want to gossip about Baghra with you, and then you will go to sleep for the night. It'll be a nice day, maybe, after you're back.

And then a new day will begin, and hopefully, someone else will be tasked with bringing her clothes back next month.

Of course, there's still the risk of being asked to steal her clothes, but you'll simply try to avoid joining the group scheduled to collect dirty laundry, at least when it's time to sneak into her house.

You've never been a fast runner, and you can't run for long either. She would catch you and beat you to death with that stick you've heard so much about before you even realise that she noticed someone breaking in.

When the house finally becomes visible, you can feel your muscles stiffen, but you force yourself to keep going. This is your job, after all. It's already a big miracle that you got this position in the first place, considering you have no training or experience as a servant. You really can't afford to run back into the palace and cry that you're too scared of the old woman to bring her her clothes.

And saints, what if she finds out you're that scared of her? Your mother always said that people only bully you to get a reaction out of you. They find the fear in your eyes amusing.

And that's what the old woman is, right? A big, old bully who kicks the children she's supposed to train around like pebbles and verbally abuses everyone who gets a bit too close to her.

You can't be weak in front of her. You won't be weak in front of her.

You can't see the woman, but you know she's waiting. You can feel her, somehow. She's lingering in that house, waiting for you to step closer, for your shadow to come just a bit too close to her door, and then she'll rip it open before you get a chance to knock to scare you as much as possible.

It's predictable, simple, and childish, and for some reason, it feels exactly like something Baghra would do. Which is weird because you don't actually know her. You've only heard what the servants and Grisha have gossiped about in the halls of the Little Palace.

But you feel like you've known her. Back when... when you were a child, maybe? No. You grew up in a village so small that the testers don't even bother to go there anymore. You would remember a woman like Baghra, just like you remember everyone else who has ever lived in the village.

Readjusting your hold on the old woman's clothes, you finally get close to the house and take a deep breath, waiting for her to rip the door open. Your steps become heavier and slower a few metres away from the door, hopefully catching her attention before she slams it right into your face.

The plan works. When the door gets thrown open, it misses you by two whole steps. You only feel a bit of air move against your face when an older woman steps out of her home, her dark eyes focused on the clothes bundled up in your arms.

Her thin lips open, ready to begin her verbal attack and insult and ridicule everything about you, when her eyes finally move up to your face.

The words get stuck in her throat and she simply stares at you for a few seconds, eyebrows pulling together as she looks you over.

"I have your fresh laundry, Miss." You announce, trying to make your voice sound as even and calm as possible.

She. doesn't. scare. you.

You might be scaring her a bit though.

A deep frown appears on her face, quickly turning into a scowl when you hold the clothes out to her.

"Did he hide you from me for all this time? Or did you hide yourself from both of us and decided to come back because he has more power now?"

Now it's your turn to frown, confusion written all over your face.

Baghra rolls her eyes, clearly already tired of you and whatever game she thinks you're playing. You try to prepare yourself for some other speech, some explanation of whatever she believes is your plan, but then she says your name, the name you've never given her, and any form of control you had over your body seeps out of it like water through a cheese cloth.

"You supid child. Faces reappear through history, and so do voices. But both? Together? And exactly the same as the first time? Impossible. I'm not gonna fall for your schemes. Take what you need and leave before he sees you. I don't need to hear his pathetic sobbing again. I had enough of that when you first died."

Her thin arms reach out to rip the clothes out of your graps before she moves to return into her house.

"Or, well, didn't die." the old woman murmurs, her gaze finding yours once more. "You really should just stay dead."

Slamming the door shut behind her, she leaves you to stand in front of her house, completely speechless.

What just happened? What was that?

You slowly turn around and walk back to the Little Palace, unable to tell if you can actually feel Baghras eyes following you, her gaze burning itself into your back, or if its a wave of paranoia making you think that that's what's happening.

Of course you're scared. Someone who's not supposed to know your name knows your name. Nobody knows a servants name – except other servants, of course – because no one ever bothers to learn their names. That's just how it is. You're background characters who clean up and take care of the main characters. Nobody learns the name of a background character because they don't matter.

You don't matter.

But why does Baghra know? The only explanation you can come up with is that she harassed some other servant to find out everything about the new servants in hopes of scaring the absolute shit out of them. But why bother with that? For fun? Is she that bored?

Huffing quietly, you slip back into the Little Palace and go back into the basement, simply letting out a deep sigh when Mira asks you how it went. She smiles encouragingly and promises you to give you half of her desert at dinner tonight in hopes of cheering you up a bit.

You have trouble sleeping that night, and it doesn't get better the next night, or the one after that. Instead, you dream more vividly than ever before, waking up completely exhausted rather than well rested like you should be after six to eight hours of sleep.

You never remember what you dreamed about.

"You didn't have to..." You say quietly, carefully cradeling the fresh herbs.

"Well, if you don't want them-" The man playfully reaches out to take the bundles back, but you move them out of his grasp quickly, accompanied by a bright laugh. "Come on, I can give them to someone else. I bet my mother would appreciate them."

"You are not going to re-gift these, Sasha! They're mine now." You giggle. "I have some flowers you could bring your mother though! I doubt she's going to openly appreciate them, but she might like them. You know, in her own way."

He smiles and takes a slow step forward, his face hovering directly over yours.

"I will bring them to her later. Right now, I just want to focus on you."

A soft smile paints itself onto your lips and you wait for him to lean down and press a kiss against them.

Your laugh echoes loudly through the house when he finally catches up to you, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

"Caught you," He huffs, his head bending down to lean against yours. Your hands move to his, holding onto them tightly as you let yourself sink down onto the soft carpet in your living room, pulling the man down with you. He sits down before you get the chance to, pulling you onto his lap, his lips pressing small kisses onto your shoulder and neck.

You lean back against his chest and soak up the warmth his body gives off. "It's not fair. Your legs are longer than mine. Of course you're faster than me."

"You were the one who suddenly ran off and yelled you'll have to catch me first! when I asked you for a simple goodbye kiss." The man laughs, and you can feel how the amusement and joy you felt before disappear slowly.

"I don't want you to go, Sasha."

You don't like admitting it. It makes you feel weak. A voice in the back of your mind whispers that he would never miss you the way you miss him. It sounds a bit too much like his mother, and you wonder when your inner voice of self-doubt started copying her voice. Since when do you even care what she thinks?

"I know, lapushka... But I'll be back soon, I promise. It'll be fine. You won't even notice I'm gone. Everything will be alright. I would never let anything happen to you, I swear it."

You can't hear anything.

You can't tell if it's actually that quiet or if your body is starting to give up and you lost your hearing. Hopefully, it's just silent. It would be a shame if you could never hear Aleksanders voice again.

But silence isn't good either, you think. There are supposed to be screams around you. If they stopped screaming, that means they're dead. That means you're next.

But you can't be next. Aleksander isn't here yet, and he promised he would be back. He promised, and he never breaks his promises.

He has to come back. He swore he would make sure you would be safe, and while you told him that that's a stupid and impossible thing to promise someone, you did believe him when he said it.

But where is he?

How are you supposed to keep your own promise if he's not here to save you?

You said you wouldn't leave him behind, but you can't keep that if they burn you. You're not strong enough to withstand flames and endless torture. No one is.

It's shocking how bad he is at cooking. He's completely devoid of any talent.

Sure, simple broths and soups are no issue, but as soon as the recipe requires a bit more thought, he is suddenly helpless.

Of course you would never tell him that. Not when he always tries so hard to help you, eyes wide and pleading as he begs you to let him take over some of the work.

"Please. I promise I won't mess up."

He always does, but you love him anyway.

He is a fantastic baker though. Every loaf of bread he works on, every cookie and every cake, turns into something perfect. As soon as sugar is involved, he suddenly becomes the most gifted man in all of Ravka.

Probably because he doesn't want to waste precious sugar, no matter what shape it comes in. Honey, fruit, berries, it doesn't matter. If it's sweet he loves it. That's just how he is.

He has a big smile on his lips when he shows you the freshly baked loaf of bread he worked on that day, already talking about what he's going to pair it with later when it's finally cooled down.

You know you should tell him not to eat so much sugar, to instead pair the bread with some of the cheese you still have in the house, but his smile is such a rare sight nowadays. You can't bring yourself to ruin his good mood.

Your head is resting on his chest, ear pressed against his skin to listen to his resting heartbeat. His face is relaxed.

He looks younger like this. Every time he is awake he looks and acts like the fate of the whole world rests on his shoulders, but when he's stuck in the world of dreams he is completely calm.

He looks like the boy he was never really allowed to be.

You're glad that he managed to find rest relatively quickly considering how outraged he was after his fight with his mother just an hour before, his loud voice booming through the small abandoned house you're hiding in.

"Who does she think she is to keep trying to force her opinions down my throat? I don't care about what she thinks. I get to choose who I want to spend my life with. She has no say in this. She doesn't even know you! You would never leave me, right?"

A quiet mumble leaves his lips, his arms moving to wrap around you, pressing you closer to him before he rolls to his side and presses his face against the space between your neck and shoulder, his warm breath brushing over your skin and pulling you out of your thoughts.

You try your hardest not to flinch at the sensation, no matter how much it tickles you. Instead you start to brush your hands through his hair, carefully massaging his scalp with your fingernails. His body tenses slightly, just for a few seconds, before he fully relaxes again, letting out a content sigh that sounds suspiciously like your name.

Smiling weakly you press a kiss onto his neck before closing your eyes as well.

"I promise that I won't leave you behind. I'll stay with you until the end of time if you let me. I swear it, Sasha."

Baghra is oddly possessive of her son considering she clearly doesn't like him.

That's the only thing you can think about as you watch her fuss over the boy she has tried so hard to keep hidden from the rest of the small Grisha village.

You want to talk to him. Everyone your age wants to talk to him. There aren't many teens in the village and while you all like each other, you're getting a bit sick of each other as well. Having someone new here to talk and play with could help soften the rising tension.

But that woman... she just shoos you all away as soon as you get too close to her precious son. You can't help but notice that he doesn't seem particularly happy about her behavior either.

He always looks so sad when he watches you and the other play and train, desperate to join you and have some fun instead of helping his mother wash dishes and fix clothes.

Most people would've fought back at some point, would've tried to defend themselves against their mother, but he just sits there and takes it as she scolds him over something stupid again. It's always something stupid, and he just listens to her words with that sad look in his eyes before his gaze begins to wander in hopes of finding something else to focus on, his face flushing from embarrassment.

This time his gaze find you, and even from several metres away you can see how his ears turn red. You try to give him an encouraging smile, but his attention snaps back to his mother before he can see it.

You really need to get him away from her, at least for one night. Maybe you could convince him that you could hunt together or something. He deserves some normal interactions without his mother hovering around him like a bird of prey.

There are screams again, and you're almost glad. Almost.

It's cold now, and it keeps getting colder with all of the blood seeping out of your body, stealing all of the warmth from your limbs and spreading it on the dusty stone floor you're laying on.

You're not sure if its just the exhaustion making you hallucinate or if the shadows are truly moving in your little cell. It would make sense. Aleksander always draws pictures and scenes onto the walls or floor when you can't sleep. Nothing relaxes you more nowadays, except maybe his voice and touch. If your body wants you to stay relaxed as you slowly die, it would probably show you that, right?

You can feel how your powers try to put your body back together. The familiar, almost tingling sensation spreads all over your body, but the blood is still seeping out of you like a small river.

You will die here, you realise. Aleksander hasn't come back and you will die, leaving him behind. He will be on his own again.

You both broke your promise.

Your mind feels like a glass bottle, ready to burst at any moment. You feel fragile and weak, disoriented and somehow... misplaced. You're not where you're supposed to be and you don't know how to get back to your original position.

Where do you belong?

Your physical health deteriorates further as well, alongside your mental health. You're often confused and lost, and your body never stops shaking, forcing you to wear the long, three coloured scarf you used to wear back when you still lived on your families little farm. It's against the uniform guidelines, but no one ever says anything because of how pitiful you look.

Mira compares you to her little siblings a lot, which is always followed by a sad sigh. Both of them are sick, which is why she works at the Little Palace, so far away from home. She sends the money she makes home to make sure they get the medicine they need, and now she takes care of you, giving you easy tasks like repairing small tears in clothes, sowing buttons back on and, of course, bringing the clothes back to their original owners.

You're never asked to go to Baghras hut again though.

"It would just exhaust you more, and you already look like you can barely stand. I don't want you to collapse."

That is Miras' official explanation when you asked why she didn't want you to go, but you're starting to question that reasoning now. If she really wanted to protect you from fainting, why did she send you to bring the General his clothes?

That seems a lot more exciting than being yelled at by the old woman again.

The basket filled with his clothes is also quite heavy and hard to hold with your sweaty palms, a lot harder than the eight hangers that you could simply hug against your body, letting the clothes drape over your crossed arms.

But you really don't want to tell Mira that you don't want to bring him his clothes. It's already embarrassing enough that you are officially no longer allowed to bring clothes to Baghra because of your illness. If you now say you can't bring the General of the Second Army his stupid socks, you might as well resign from your position and go back to your families farm in the middle of nowhere.

He's probably not even in his office. He's a busy man, after all. You will just swoop in, place his laundry basket on the floor next to the door, and take the basket with his dirty laundry back to be cleaned.

A simple job. You're scared for no reason. And even if he is there, he never interacts with the servants. You haven't seen him once since you started working in the Little Palace, and you know several other servants who have been here for longer and have never seen him either.

It'll be fine.

You repeat those words to yourself over and over until you finally see the dark, beautifully carved wooden doors that lead to the Darklings quarters.

The oprichniki standing in front of them eye you suspiciously, but they knock and open the door for you anyways, stepping aside to let you in.

They close the door behind you as soon as you're inside, and your gaze automatically swoops up to the man sitting at the desk at the other end of the room. You planned to just drop the basket off and get the dirty one, but now that you're actually here and in front of the General, you can't bring yourself to move.

There's a tingling sensation at the back of your neck, like your brain is trying to dig up a memory that isn't there anymore. Like you've seen this man before, but you don't remember where.

He's bent over his desk, his dark eyes reading through a thick, several pages long letter, paying you no attention while you shamelessly stare and try to remember where you could've possibly seen him.

He has definitely never been to your village. He is the Darkling.

A sigh leaves his lips after a few agonizing seconds, but he does not look up.

You're starting to get a headache now. The bottle feels like it's going to burst.

"Drop the basket off at the door. The dirty laundry is in my bedroom. Simply go through the door on the right and you'll find it."

You take a step backwards, your back hitting the door as you try your hardest not to drop the basket. There is a name right on the tip of your tongue, demanding you speak it into the silence lingering in the room.

The headache is now a sharp pain, right at the base of your skull. It feels almost like a warning. Like your body is begging you not to say it. To simply get the laundry and leave and never come back. To not let the botte burst.

"Aleksander?"

He looks up, eyes widening when his gaze finds your face. He whispers your name so quietly you almost miss it.

The bottle bursts.

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inky-duchess · 1 year ago

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Etiquette of the Edwardian Era and La Belle Époque: How to Dress

This is a new set of posts focusing on the period of time stretching from the late 19th century to the early 20th Century right up to the start of WWI.

I'll be going through different aspects of life. This series can be linked to my Great House series as well as my Season post and Debutant post.

Today will be focusing on the rules of clothes with this time period.

A Cut for Every Occasion

As you may know, the wealthy elite and their servants lived extremely regimented lives and every aspect was governed by careful rules. They would be expected to wear the right outfit at the right time, every minute of the day. Any misstep would be noticed at once and be subject to scruntiny.

In the circles of the elite, one would be expected to change for every occasion. One simply wouldn't wear the same outfit they've been lying around the house in to attend tea at somebody's house. Fashion in this era was dictated by the clock and by the event diary of the wearer.

Ladies

Women of the upperclass would be expected to change at least six times a day. When she would rise for a morning of repose around the house, she would simply wear a house gown or a simple blouse and skirt. If planning a morning stroll, she would change into a walking suit which is a combination of blouse, skirt and jacket along with her hat usually of tweed. If running errands or paying a visit to friends, she would wear another walking suit. If riding, she would wear a riding habit and a hat. If hosting tea or taking tea in her own home, she would change into a tea gown with is a lighter more airier gown more comfortable for chilling in. If attending a garden party, one wears a pastel or white formal day gown accompanied by a straw hat and gloves. For dinner, she would change into an evening gown which would be more elaborate and show off a little more skin than her day wear. After dinner and ready for bed, she would change into her nightgown.

Female servants had an easier time of it. A housekeeper and lady's maid would simply wear a solid black gown for the entire day. A cook and kitchen maids would wear a simple day dress for working with an apron. Housemaids would usually wear a print dress with an apron and cap, changing into the more formal black and white attire you would associate with a maid.

Gentlemen

The gentlemen had an easier time but they too were subject to changes throughout the day. Men were expected to wear a suit. The most popular day time suit was a sack suit. These were comprised of plain and loose fitting jackets, worn over a starched shirt with a high collar, waistcoat and straight trousers with ironed creases. These suits were exclusively wool with cheaper ones made of a wool and cotton blend. Grey, green, brown, navy were usual but sine younger men preferred louder colours such as purple which was a trend for a time in the 1910s. These suits were worn about the house or in the city accompanied by a coat. Men would change into tweed if shooting or walking. For garden parties, a gentleman would wear a light coloured suit, usually white and a straw hat. For dinner, a man had two choices: his tails or his dinner jacket. A dinner jacket was for less formal suppers say if dining at home. This was a collection of a jacket, trousers, waistcoat, a bow tie, a detachable wing-collar shirt and black shoes. Lapels of these jackets were edged with silk or satin. Tails were worn at a formal dinner party, at White Tie events. This was made up of a tailcoat, white piqué waistcoat, a starched dress shirt with a pique bib and standing wing collar with a white bow tie. Trousers were lined with trim to hide the seams.

Male servants were soared changing. Footmen would wear their livery around the clock which would resemble white tie to a certain extent or mimic court dress of palace servants. Butler's would wear a variation of a gentleman's evening suit throughout the day. When a male servant is dressed, he usually stays that way. However, a valet or a footman may be taken to pick up during shooting parties where they would wear tweed walking suits.

Jewellery

Jewellery was an important sign of status in society. Upperclass women of this time has access to untold caches of sparklers but there were rules concerning their use and meaning. Earrings were usually clip ons as women of high status would not pierce their ears. Simple, understated earrings were worn during the day with more ostentatious sets were worn in the evening time. Broaches were popular at this time, usually worn at the throat of a gown or blouse or walking suit or affixed on hats. Large stoned rings were worn over gloves while slender bands were worn under. Jewellery was intricate and understated amongst old money whole the nouveau riche went for chunkier stones and larger settings. Tiaras were only worn at White Tie events, held after six pm and almost never by unmarried girls. One would not wear a larger tiara than that most senior lady present. Men would wear tie pins, cufflinks and pocket watches to match any occasion be it for a jaunt on the town or at a formal evening party.

Hats

Hats were a staple in this period. Anybody respectable from any class wouldn't venture out of the door without a hat.

Men would wear hats when heading out but always remove them when entering a building, and never wear one without removing it for the presence of a lady. The bowler was seen as more a servant's headwear while a top hat was reserved for gentlemen. Flat caps would be only seen on gentlemen at shooting gatherings or in the country, they were popular among the common class for any informal occasion.

Women had more stricter rules concern hats. Hats for women were more a day accessory worn while out and about. A woman would not wear a hat in her own home even when entertaining and nor would any of the other female occupants if joining the gathering. A woman would not remove her hat when attending a luncheon or tea or any activity. Hats were held in place by a ribbon or sash tied under the chin or by a hat pin, which is essentially a large needle thrust through the hair. This was the period where women's hats became more ornate and rather large, leading to some critisism. Among servants, housekeepers and lady's maids would not wear a hat while indoors and working but a housemaid or cook or kitchen maid would cover their hair with a cap with housemaids changing into a more elaborate one come evening time. Male servants would not wear hats unless travelling or outdoors.

Gloves

Gloves are a staple in this period and worn only at the opportune time. Among servants, only footmen would wear gloves and usually only when serving. Butlers would never wear gloves. Female servants did not wear gloves.

Men did wear gloves, usually woollen or leather while outside or riding gloves when out on horseback.

Women wore gloves whenever outside. Day gloves were usually wrist length, with evening gloves stretching to the elbow. During dinner, evening gloves would be removed at the first course and laid across the lap, replaced at the last course when the ladies leave for tea and coffee after where the gloves are then removed again. Gloves are always worn when dancing and at the theatre or opera. If one is sitting in ones box and sampling some chocolate, one can remove their gloves for that.

Hair and Makeup

Make up was a no-no amongst the upper crust and for their servants in England and America, as it was seen as licentious but in France, the use of rouge was accepted. Perfume and cologne were acceptable but excessive use was frowned upon.

Hair was dressed by one's lady's maid. Bouffant updos were popular in this time period for married women. During the last years of this period, women began adopting the 'bob' but this was seen as radical and sometimes scandalous. Unmarried girls could wear their hair down, often with accessories like a bow to adorn their tresses. Servants would always tie up their hair and never be seen with it down or uncovered (though this depended on their job).

Men would comb their hair, slicking it back for dinner. Most men were clean shaven but if they wore beards, they were usually well groomed. Hair was kept short for grown men and teenagers but young boys may wear their hair longer whilst in the nursery.

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nerissavenus · 7 months ago

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Sunny mornings - NerissaVenus

You wake up next to your husband, Toto, and wake your daughter for a fun day ahead.

Enjoy,

Nerissa x

“Toto,” you called out quietly, nudging his shoulder with a small smile, soaking up the quiet, sunny morning.

In response, Toto groaned and shuffled slightly, but still didn’t wake.

You huffed, a small smile still of your face, full of fondness. “Come on, Wolffy.” He grinned, clearly hearing your nickname for him. “We need to get up, it’s a lovely day.”

Finally, he awoke, shifting into a sitting position, back against the headboard. He rubbed his face with his large hands, wedding band glittering due to the shining sun flittering through the sheer white curtains.

He feigned annoyance, but the badly concealed smile giving away his true emotion. “Must we get up, mein glitzernder Engel?”

You gave him a pearly grin, dimples and all. “Yes, we must,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, moving towards him to plant a soft kiss on his lips, “We have plans, and Lily won’t forgive us for abandoning them.”

At the mention of their daughter, his face relaxed, something tender and loving entering his eyes. “No, she wouldn’t would he?” He laughed, throwing off the duvet, waking to their bathroom, giving you a nice, full view of his perky ass.

Wrapping the covers around your body you walked past him, slapping his ass, laughing as he squawked.

You picked out some linen trousers with a cream coloured blouse, putting them on and fixing your hair to be presentable.

You walked out your bedroom and trudged down the hall, stopping at the door decorated with purple butterflies.

You opened the door and walked in, smiling softly at the sight of your daughter sprawled across her bed, lips open, quietly snoring — such like her father, you thought fondly.

Kneeling down, you shook her awake lightly, “Lily, time to get up, sweetheart.”

Unlike her father, however, Lily shot up, that smile only a child can achieve on her face. Her brown-honey eyes gazed at you, her mother, the most beautiful person to her and squealed, “Mama!” Her little hands found their way around you and you chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead, standing up and she wrapped her tiny legs around your waist.

After changing her, you walked down the stairs with her still attached to you, playfully shaking her, causing her to screeched happily while shouting out ‘Mama’.

The two of you entered the kitchen to the sight of Toto cooking breakfast whilst dancing to the music playing.

Sharing a secret smile with Lily, you crept behind Toto and you both wrapped your arms around him; Lily then wrapping her legs around his back.

He chuckled and placed his hands behind her legs to keep her in place, kissed you, and ran around the kitchen with her.

You watched fondly, picking up from where Toto left off with the cooking; the laughter of your daughter and husband ringing through the room.

Once done, you platted everyone’s plates and called them both to the table.

As you were all eating, Toto stroked your face, holding his hand to your cheek. You looked at him through your lashes, softly gazing at him, “I love you,” you said, meaning it so profoundly that the three words felt inadequate.

“Not as much as I love you,” he responded, staring into your eyes for a few more moments before turning back to his breakfast, speaking to Lily about her newest interests.

You watched and felt fulfilled and happy. You couldn’t ask for a better family.

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no-saints-no-scholars · 28 days ago

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Hear me out: Duncan's got more homemaker skills than Courtney.

Courtney's parents were always focused on her academic life and career. They got her private tutoring any time she slipped, had her in all advanced classes, and they made sure she never did an extracurricular she couldn't put on a resumé. But they never taught her any regular life skills.

It's not like she's clueless, though. A lot of stuff is common sense. She's too much of a neat freak to have a messy dorm or apartment, and she can do her own laundry, but she can't cook. She ruined her new frying pan the day she bought it trying to make eggs. She doesn't know what to do when her bookshelf collapses the first week of college, and resorts to stacking her books next to her desk. She burns a hole in one of her most professional looking blouses with the iron when she doesn't realise fabric can melt.

So when her favourite jumper begins to unravel, the pale purple one with tiny flowers on the cuffs, she very nearly cries about it. It's just a jumper, but Courtney is nothing if not particular. She knows there's no replacing it.

When she mentions it to Duncan, frustrated and not thinking much of it, he raises an eyebrow and asks why she doesn't fix it, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind.

"How would you even begin to fix it? There must be half a foot of wool coming off already, and the hole's in this super awkward place by the elbow."

"So you didn't try?"

Courtney goes a little red in the face at that.

She doesn't expect Duncan to come over the next day with a banged up biscuit tin and ask to take a look at the jumper himself. He inspects the damage, careful not to tug at any of the loose loops of knitting, and looks up at Courtney.

"This is the "huge hole", you mentioned?"

She might have exaggerated a little, but she's emotional about this, damn it. Duncan sighs, and grabs the biscuit tin. He cracks it open to reveal a sewing kit, packed full of loose fabric and needles and threads of every colour.

"This won't take long. Put the coffee pot on."

Courtney bites her tongue about manners and does as she's told, pouring them each a cup while she watches Duncan work.

It shouldn't surprise her that he has this stuff. Most of his clothes look D.I.Y'd somehow, with little tears and patches tacked on. But the scene before her is just so uncharacteristically domestic. He tries mending the hole normally at first, but the yarn keeps fraying when he tries, and he huffs before rummaging through the sewing kit.

When Courtney sets his cup down in front of him, Duncan is sewing what looks like a loose scrap of fabric over the hole.

"I had some blank patches left over and this thing is being a bitch, so it'll have to do."

After some time, he hands the jumper over for Courtney to see. There's an oblong white patch neatly stitched onto the left sleeve, covering the hole, and the elbow entirely. If she didn't know better (and if the other sleeve wasn't blank) Courtney would almost think that the jumper came that way- the evenness of the stitches is shocking.

Courtney blinks. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"My mom. I used to fuck up everything I wore within a week, and she always fixed it. She showed me how to do it myself when I was ten." Duncan takes a sip of his coffee. "You're welcome, by the way."

Courtney rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. "Right, thank you. Really."

"You really didn't think to do it yourself?" Courtney opens her mouth, and it's like Duncan can sense the indignant response before she gets a word out. "I'm not judging, I just figured little miss C.I.T would know how to do this stuff."

She huffs. "Not all of us were burning holes in our shirts before 8th grade."

"It was barbed wire, thank you very much. And it's still a good skill to have."

"My parents were just focused on teaching me other things, and it's not like I ever needed to know before now."

"Uh-huh." Duncan looks at her, thinking.

"I could always teach you anyway?"

"You'd teach me to sew?"

Duncan down at his cup. "Well, not just that, but yeah. I just don't wanna be the one to fix all your shit."

Courtney crosses her arms. "It was one hole in one jumper, Duncan."

"And the bookshelf?"

She flushes. "I just haven't got around to it!"

"Sure you haven't."

Courtney thinks, rubbing the soft wool of her jumper between her fingers. She gets a small hole in one jumper, and suddenly it's like she's hyperaware of how little she knows. Sure, not everyone can sew, but it's not just that. She doesn't want to admit to Duncan how many times she's eaten out this semester after burning her dinner, or how many times she's called Bridgette in a panic over her dishwasher making weird noises.

"...I guess it couldn't hurt. To get a second opinion."

Duncan smiles. "Whatever you say, Princess."

#td courtney #tdi duncney #td duncan #duncney #total drama #tdi #this started out as a short headcanon but i cannot shut up ever. 870+ words bbg!#im trying to learn how to put more personality into how i write too- i feel like i write too objectively if that makes sense #hopefully this one comes off as more expressive

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ultdeimoskinnie · 1 year ago

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fun fact there are no zero escape fans on instagram

they never appreciate my fanart. here tumblr have luna (pls don’t spoil vlr for me lol im only a short way through the game)

[id: a digital drawing of the character luna from the video game zero escape: virtue’s last reward. she stands in front of a purple background leaning back on her right foot while her left is slightly elevated. she holds a lavender coloured brief case in front of her legs and wears a purple skirt with a white vest and a pale purple-ish-pink blouse underneath. her hair is tied back into two buns with a braid across the top of her head.]

((i am taking criticism for image ids, please provide suggestions on how to improve))

#art #artist #fanart #artists on tumblr #anime #visual novel #zero escape #999 #the nonary games #9 hours 9 persons 9 doors #nine hours nine persons nine doors #virtues last reward #luna vlr #morphogenetic field

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sleepnowmychild · 5 months ago

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Hypnos fashion because I'm autistic about him.

Ok listen,,, I'm special intrest brained so heres my guide to adding Hypnos vibes into your outfits.

Personally, I see Hypnos vibes in Motute, Vintage nightwear and babydoll type styles. The sleepy motif comes through there. So I'm kinda using them as a basline here (also just becuase i like alt and vintage fashion).

Colours: white, grey, black, purple, blue.

motif/prints: poppies (ovbi), stars. swirls, moons, clouds, teddies, sleeping animals, stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, plaid (like classic pj pants), nursey print, characters like care bears/ little twin stars etc. sparkles, if you want a more gothic approach (bc of his nightmare associatons and being twin to death etc) make the stuffed animals all stiched up or posessed looking, patch work/ granny squares, wings, lavander.

textures: frills, soft and fluffy fabrics, fleece, wool, chiffon, flannel, silky, quilted, crochet.

styling: pyjama pants as regular pants, night gown slips over blouses or regular shirts, oversized coats and jumpers, eyemasks as headbands or around neck, bags/coats made from old quilts, fuzzy/frilly/slouch socks, frilly collars/ trims, peter pan/ sailor collars.

acessorries: lace chokers, bonnets, bows, beanies, stuffie backpacks, star/moon/cloud/swirl charms on jewllery, fluffy ear warmers/headphones, star/wing hair clips, poppy crowns,

examples:

for the best effect, find your nearest gothed out Thanatos devotee and walk around together like the twins from the shining :)

#hypnos deity #hypnos god #hypnos devotee #cthonic gods #hellenism #hellenic worship #greek mythology #hellenic deities #hellenic pagan #hellenic polytheism #fashion #alt fashion #morute #helpol #hellenic paganism #hellenic polytheist

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stayevildarling · 8 months ago

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can you write billiexdeliaxwilhemina (love your stories) with reader suffering from bad panic attacks?

Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Reader- Breathe sweetheart

A/N: again I have no idea what happened here. I got carried away by writing about their chemistry and Billie and Mina roasting each other so. Again tried to proofread this a few times but it's too long. I'm sorry for any mistakes

tw: anxiety, panic attacks, agoraphobia, cursing, smut (choking, mommy kink, praise kink)

word count: 10k 😅

taglist: @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime

The anticipation had been building up all day, it was Saturday which meant date night. It eventually became your routine, the four of you deciding to clear your schedules to spend the day in the company of each other. This week it was Billie's turn to decide and she had booked a table somewhere, deciding on a nice dinner together. Cordelia was usually the one opting for dinner, whether home cooked meals or going somewhere. Billie often chose fun things like karaoke bars, while Wilhemina and you opted for things inside of the walls of your home, board game nights or movie marathons.

The last few hours you spent planning your outfit, showering, applying just a little but the right amount of makeup. As you perfect little bits of your makeup, you feel a rush of excitement as you look forward to the fun evening ahead. ,,You look beautiful darling'' Delia told you as she brushed past you after you finished in the shower, despite wearing nothing but a towel around your body and head. ,,Exactly my point'' she whispered and you simply chuckled.

,,I like that colour on you little one'' Mina admitted, as she fetched something, slipping into the room and seeing the lilac underwear you chose. As you finish, you make your way down the staircase, eventually finding your three girlfriends in the living room. You take in their features, Billie wearing a silk blouse, skirt, her signature pearl necklace and some heels finishing her look. As you glance at Cordelia, she chose a long flowery dark dress, complimenting her beautiful features. Smiling softly, your eyes at last meet Wilhemina's opting for a lilac set and you couldn't adore her more for how predictable the choice was.

,,You look beautiful sweetheart'' Cordelia tells as she approaches you, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. Wilhemina can't help but smirk, not being able to focus on your outfit much as the only thing on her mind was the purple underwear and thinking about all the things she was going to do about that later that night. As Billie grabs her keys, complementing your looks, you all groan a little, not pleased the medium was going to drive. ,,You may as well cancel the reservation Howard, driving with you is going to get us all killed before we get there'' Wilhemina remarks and you can't help but burst out laughing. Billie simply rolls her eyes and shoots you a little glance before dragging the three of you out of the house.

It was true, Billie was somewhat a reckless driver, safe of course but the three of you often joked about her driving getting you all injured. Delia was the safest driver you had ever met and so damn slow, as a result you liked driving with Wilhemina, she wasn't exactly calm and knowing to road rage but she always drove safe and carefully, without going under or over the speed limit. Settling into the backseat, Wilhemina taking a seat next to Billie due to her back, you find Delia sitting next to you.

,,How are you feeling baby?'' she whispers into your ear while planting kisses down your face. ,,I'm good, excited'' you squeal a little and for the remainder of the short drive, she holds your hand, enjoying the quiet and little moments with you.

After a little while you make it there and after five attempts Billie finally found a parking spot, refusing to parallel park to the point where Wilhemina was going to make her get out of the car and do it herself and Cordelia even offering to use her magic to help out the medium a little. Delia and you chuckle as you walk towards the entrance, watching Billie and Mina jokingly fight about the redhead driving back home and the medium refusing.

As Billie walks inside, letting the hostess know about the reservation, you take in the setting and atmosphere. It was definitely high end but in a casual way. You liked the artwork on the walls, the chandeliers and the smell definitely clouded your mind for a second. ,,Sweetie, you coming?'' Delia asks, chuckling at you being a little distracted before you quickly follow after her.

After sitting down next to Wilhemina, your other two lovers across from you, the ambiance fills with lively chatter. Billie opts for wine which the three of you agree to. The conversations quiets down for a moment as you all inspect the menu. ,,Found something little one?'' Wilhemina asks gently and you nod and smile, finding her brown eyes meeting yours.

After a little while the aroma of the delicious food hits your taste buds and you can't help but let out a little moan of approval. ,,That good hm?'' Billie teases, causing for your cheeks to grow red a little. As you listen to your three girlfriends talk about the week prior, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. The prospect of spending quality time with your loved ones fills you with warmth and happiness.

You listen intently to the supreme talking about the academy, how well most of the girls are doing, some council things. Billie rambling about her show and some fashion designer launch she was very excited for. Mina was usually more quiet, not sharing things about her work or days unless asked to. But Cordelia knowing this by now, makes sure to include her and you in the conversations.

As the meal progresses, a sense of unease begins to creep in, a gnawing sensation in the pit of your stomach that refused to be ignored. You try to push it down, hiding your trembling hands underneath the table, ignoring the banging of your heart against your chest. Trying hard to push it aside, you try to focus on the conversation and laughter flowing around you, but the feeling only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.

And then, without warning, it hit you like a fright train, a tidal wave of panic crashing over you with such force that you feel as though you are growing in it's wake. The room starts spinning, your legs shaking and your head keeps telling you ,,You are going to faint''. Your heart continues to race, your breathing coming in short, shallow gasps as you struggle to hold onto reality.

Your gaze lingers on Billie and Cordelia laughing and talking softly, however it doesn't help. ,,Breathe'' you think to yourself, this feeling definitely not being a stranger and trying your best to think back to your methods. However all you wanted to do was run away, get up and run somewhere, escaping the situation and how you are feeling in this moment. Not wanting to spoil dinner, you try to open your mouth to excuse yourself to the bathroom but no words come out. Clutching your hands together, fiddling with your rings, in an attempt to make this go away.

However it was no use and your girlfriends aren't oblivious. Delia, Billie and Mina notice the sudden shift in your demeanour, their expressions shifting from lighthearted to concerned in an instant.

,,Are you okay?'' Delia asks, her voice filled with worry as she reaches out to touch your hands

But you can't bring yourself to answer, the panic gripping you in its vice-like grip, squeezing the air from your lungs and leaving you slightly gasping for your breath. You try to push through it, force yourself to calm down but the harder you fought, the more intense the panic becomes.

Unable to reach your hand, Cordelia meets Wilhemina's gaze sitting next to you and suddenly you feel her hand taking your own, gasping a little bit. ,,Little one, you are trembling'' she states, looking at Billie and Cordelia unsure what to do or say.

Cordelia's mind tries to take her back to anything she had missed, anything she is currently missing and then it dawns on her. You had mentioned this before, your panic attacks years ago before meeting them and how they got better. She connects the dots after seeing your pale and slightly panicked expression, the trembling hands and legs shacking underneath the table. As your chest heaves a little she leans forward ,,Sweetheart breathe'' she instructs and as you meet her gaze she figures you need to get out of this situation.

,,Come on, let's get some fresh air'' she instructs, leaning down to Wilhemina and Billie before whispering ,,It's okay, I think its a panic attack'' she explains, worry overwashing the medium and redheads expressions.

,,Can you walk?'' Cordelia asks softly as you brush past Wilhemina with shaky legs. You simply nod, despite your legs still feeling wobbly. She takes your hand into her own, holding it tightly before leading you outside. As the cold air hits your features you feel calm for a moment as you lean against the wall of the building.

,,Sweetheart, are you okay?'' she asks, moving closer and searching your eyes. As your eyes meet her own it's enough of an explanation for her to know you aren't in fact okay. She takes your hands into her own, guiding you through your breathing. ,,Alright sweetie, breathe with me.. in .. and hold... and ...out'' she instructs over and over again until your breathing calms down, heart beating less angrily against your chest.

As you finally meet her eyes, feeling as if the daze has lifted, you quickly open your mouth, aware of your surroundings and what happened. ,,I'm so sorry'' you apologise, meeting Cordelia's confused expression. ,,Sweetheart, you have no need to be sorry'' she explains softly, her features still laced with concern.

,,Do you want me to take you home?'' she asks but you are quick to shake your head in protest. ,,No I'm good to go back in'' you reassure and her eyes meet yours with a bit of doubt but she agrees, pulling you into a little hug whispering ,,I'm so proud of you'' and guiding you back inside, holding onto your hand.

As you make it back to your table, Billie's and Wilhemina's worried expressions meet you as both of you take your seats again. ,,Are you okay little one?'' Wilhemina asks quietly as she reaches out her hand, noticing your hands aren't trembling nearly as much. ,,Yes I'm okay now, I'm really sorry'' you apologise again.

,,Don't be sorry babydoll'' Billie coos, tilting her head a little as she smiles at you. ,,Do you want me to get the check?'' she asks but you shake your head, noticing they aren't even half way through their meals yet. Cordelia opens her mouth to protest but you take her hand reassuring her it's okay.

As the four of you finish your meals, the three of them a little more aware now, including you in the conversation more and overall checking on your state, you slowly feel the effects the panic attack had on you. Still trembling a little and definitely exhausted you muster your best smile, hating to having ruined the evening already and not wanting to do so any further. Exhaustion creeps up on you a little and you try your best to blink away the sleepiness and push away the thoughts in your head, trying to figure out what caused this, after not having one of these for nearly two years.

,,Either of you want dessert?'' Billie asks after you have all finished your meals and you simply shake your head before Wilhemina takes charge, still noticing your state suggesting it was better to head home. You couldn't argue anymore and so in response you simply carry your tired feet towards Billie's car. Leaning your head against Cordelia's shoulder you are unaware of the words of comfort she whispers into them and the concerned glances exchanged between your girlfriends.

After making it home, you wake from your little slumber as you hear some shuffling in the car. Cordelia was ready to take you into her arms and carry you upstairs. However having regained some strength you didn't want to depend on her further. As Cordelia helps Wilhemina out of the car, steadying herself on her cane, you walk towards the front door, Billie following behind, occasional sniffles being heard as you try to hold back tears of frustration and embarrassment.

As you quickly make your way upstairs, the three of them follow behind, Mina's expression one of concern as she watches over you like a guardian angel. Not knowing where to put your frustration and embarrassment, you quickly make your way to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. As you slide against the bathtub, sitting on the floor you can't help yourself as sobs wreck through your tired body.

,,Bad bad bad'' your head keeps repeating, reminding you how you have ruined their night. The sound of your own tears was defeating, a relentless reminder of the turmoil inside you. You don't understand why this was happening again, especially after so long. You bury your face in your hands, unable to face the reality of what happened, the memories and severity of the panic attack, still fresh and replaying in your mind.

Meanwhile Cordelia and Billie make it up the stairs, their footsteps echoing in silence of the house. Wilhemina stands in the bedroom, meeting their gazes. ,,She's in the bathroom'' she softly announces, concern lacing her beautiful features. Delia and Billie exchange a worried glance before the medium walks over to the door ,,Babydoll?'' she tries but the only sound meeting her are your muffled sobs.

,,Darling can you open the door?'' Cordelia tries to call out, her voice soft and soothing. ,,We just want to make sure you are safe'' she adds. There is a moment of silence and understanding as their eyes meet, a silent nod exchanged before Cordelia flicks her wrist and unlocks the door.

As the door swings open, Delia and Billie rush to your side, their eyes drawn to you, sitting on the floor with tears streaming down your face. Without a word, they kneel down beside you, their arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, as they hold you close. ,,What's the matter sweetie?'' the supreme asks and as you meet her eyes you mumble ,,I'm sorry for ruining the night''. The two of them shake their heads before saying ,,You haven't ruined anything'' almost at the same time.

After a little while they scoop you into their arms, their movements gentle and deliberate as they guide you to bed. Mina follows close behind, her expression concerned. Billie fetches one of her oversized t-shirts before taking your clothes off and sliding it over your tired body. Cordelia returns with a washcloth, gently wiping the makeup off your face. As the two blondes leave momentarily to fetch some water and get changed themselves in order to get into bed with you, Mina sits beside you, her hand reaching for yours as she leans in closer, her voice soft but firm as she addresses the elephant in the room.

,,We need to talk about what happened tonight'' she explains, her tone gentle but serious. The other two return just at the right time, Billie kneeling in front of the bed and Cordelia positioning herself behind you, wrapping her arms around you. ,,Darling?'' Cordelia tries and your gaze meets hers acknowledging her statement. ,,You told me once it's been two years since you've last had a panic attack'' and you simply nod in reply, too tired to talk about your past experiences. ,,I'm worried that there might be something underlying that we aren't addressing babydoll'' Billie gently adds, reaching for your hands.

Delia nods in agreement, her expression grave as she reaches out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. ,,We love you sweetie, we want to help you through this'' she explains her voice filled with compassion. ,,But we need to know what's going on so that we can support you in the best way possible'' she adds.

Billie's eyes flicker with concern as she speaks up, her voice tinged with worry. ,,Is there anything you aren't telling us babydoll? anything bothering you?'' she tries gently.

You hesitate thinking back hard to what might have triggered this tonight but you genuinely can't think of anything, thoughts of worry racing through your mind, scared it would get as bad again as it did years ago, worried this was the trigger for all of this to start again. You shake your head explaining ,,I promise I really don't know and don't understand myself, I have been a bit stressed lately but nothing unusual'' you explain.

Cordelia simply nods, and gestures to the other two you are telling the truth and to drop this for now. ,,Are you feeling sleepy sweetheart?'' she asks and you simply nod, still being in her arms. In response she pulls you back into her embrace, wrapping her arms around you and spooning you.

Wilhemina gets into bed next to you, Billie behind her as the redhead turns to face you, her brown eyes searching yours. She can see a flick of guilt and embarrassment once again. ,,What is it little one?'' she asks and as you whisper ,,I'm sorry for ruining the night, I'm sure you had other plans'' she can't help but smirk a little at your last statement, knowing exactly what you are implying.

,,Oh trust me little one, we got all day tomorrow'' she smirks, taking your lips into hers gently before you lean in closer, Cordelia's soft arms still wrapped around you protectively. Slowly but surely you doze off, the events from the night subsiding, focusing on the gentleness and warmth of the bed, keeping you comfortable and safe as you fall into a soft slumber, little noises escaping you and echoing through the dimly lit bedroom.

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As you stir from sleep, the warmth of the morning sun casts a golden glow across the room. Before even opening your eyes you feel Wilhemina's presence. Opening your eyes, you notice it's just the two of you and as she gently smiles at you asking how you are feeling, you can't help but notice the little flicker of lust in her eyes.

Despite the evening before passing without an incident, Wilhemina couldn't get the image of your lilac lingerie out of her mind. A silent invitation that begged to be answered. And so, as the morning broke a little while ago, the rest of the house soundly asleep, Cordelia and Billie downstairs already, she finds herself drawn to you, remembering how the fabric hugged your curves in all the right places last night, igniting a fire of desire within the redhead.

As you meet her eyes, her hands gently roam over your skin, her touch gentle, yet hesitant, however as you melt into her touch she is met with a hunger that matches her own. Meeting Mina's gaze your eyes find a look of raw desire, her lips curled into a seductive smile. Without a word, she leans in close, her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss that sends sparks flying through your veins.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and intense with each passing moment, as if the weight of all your unspoken desire hangs heavy in the air between you, long forgotten about the previous night. As her tongue enters your mouth you try to fight for dominance but it's no use as she quickly dominates you. Her hands roam your body hungrily, her touch setting your skin on fire with need.

You moan into the kiss, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pull her close, unable to get enough of the intoxicating taste of her lips against your own. With practiced skill, she strips you off the oversized t-shirt leaving you in the same lingerie set she had been dying to see you in since the previous night. ,,So beautiful'' she praises as she quickly climbs on top of you, ignoring the aching of her back for the moment.

As she leaves you gasping for air, the redhead takes in your body coated in the colour she loves most. Her eyes are filled with desire, as she trails her fingers down your stomach and to where you needed her the most. ,,Hmm'' you moan as her fingers come into contact with your drenched underwear. ,,So wet for me already'' she teases, a smirk playing on her lips.

Despite the bliss you couldn't help but notice that she was softer today. Dominating like she usually is for sure but somehow she wasn't as rough with you, you aren't sure whether this was due to you simply obeying her lately or if it was due to the events of last night. Your thoughts are interrupted when she slides two fingers into you without a warning. ,,Mina'' you moan into her, trying your best to stay quiet, not wanting to wake the coven or anyone to hear you whimpering for the redhead.

As your soft gasps fill the air, you arch into her touch, a silent plea for more as she begins edging you, her movements slow at times and then ruthless the next second. As she begins to explore the contours of your body, you feel a rush of pleasure course through you, electrifying every nerve ending and leaving you breathless. ,,Please'' you whimper as you melt into her touch, chest heaving and kisses sloppy.

,,Please what?'' she teases as she takes her fingers out, licking them clean of your juices. ,,Please Mina'' you try again, despite knowing she wasn't going to give in that easily. Her eyes sparkle with a fire before meeting yours. ,,Please what little one? use your words'' she instructs, her voice low and commanding. However you can't respond, the pure bliss of the situation, your core aching causing your words to get caught in your throat.

Without a moment's hesitation, Wilhemina's right hand tightens around your throat, a familiar sensation that sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. For a split second, your eyes open wide, the same spark of panic from the previous night flashing through them.

But then, just as quickly as it happened, the panic vanishes, replaced by the fierce desire to give yourself over to the pleasure that awaited you. Wilhemina however senses your hesitation, quickly releasing her grip on you, searching your eyes for any discomfort or fear. And yet, despite the fierce flashback of panic, you find yourself craving her touch more than ever, aching for the release that only she could give you right now.

,,It's okay'' you reassure, your voice barely above a whisper as you lean in closer. ,,Please mommy, can you make me cum?'' you ask, giving her exactly what she wanted in the first place. Yet she hesitates, searching your eyes one more time for confirmation and making sure the panic was replaced by desire. ,,Please I want you so badly'' you whimper again.

And at those words she falters, brushing off her concern before entering you again and not stopping. With each passing moment, the intensity of your desire grows, threatening to consume you whole. And as her fingers find their way back to your core, you feel yourself on the edge ,,Please may I-?'' you start, whimpering with each thrust.

,,Go on little one'' she encourages with a knowing smile and with a flick of her wrist, Wilhemina sends you spiralling over the edge, your body tensing as waves of pleasure and your orgasm ripples through you. As you cry out her name, your voice slow and hushed as you surrender yourself to her completely, she simply lets you ride out your orgasm as her forehead meets yours, guiding you through it gently. ,,There you go little one, doing so well for me'' she praises.

As you catch your breath, the lingering echoes of pleasure still thrumming through your veins, the redhead licks her fingers clean with a satisfied smirk. The sight sends a shiver of arousal down your spine, your desire for her increasing by the minute.

However, as you still struggle to catch your breathe, the exhaustion creeps up on you a little. Wilhemina shifts a little, to ease the discomfort of her back, a painful reminder of the physical toll the intimacy had taken on her. As she positions herself next to you, her eyes meet yours as she searches for any signs of panic or discomfort. You meet her gaze with a soft smile, your eyes filled with warmth and affection as well as sleepiness.

,,Are you feeling okay, little one?'' she asks, as she brushes some strand hair from your sweaty face. ,,Perfect Mina'' you mumble into her as you pull yourself closer. ,,Sleepy though'' you continue, your eyes already falling shut, despite trying to blink the sleepiness away. She smiles contently before pulling you a little closer, holding you into her arms and whispering words of comfort and affection into your ears.

As the minutes stretch into nearly an hour, Wilhemina finds herself lost in the comfort of your embrace, the outside world fading away as she allows herself to simply be in the moment with you. Despite knowing she should get up and start her day, the allure of staying close to you too strong to resist, especially on a lazy weekend morning like this.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she missed these moments with you. Wilhemina had a feeling that in your relationship, Cordelia was mostly the person giving you comfort, Billie always showering you in gifts and attention. However Wilhemina didn't have a whole lot to offer, at least her insecurities told her that much. She had no idea the comfort and safety she gave to you, a different comfort and safety than Cordelia did. Whenever you find yourself in Cordelia's arms or her lap, you felt safe but it was enough to be in the same room as the redhead to truly feel content and happy.

But eventually, with a reluctant sigh, the redhead knows that she couldn't linger in bed forever. With a gentle kiss to your forehead, she leaves the comfort of your embrace and makes her way towards the shower. Minutes later the warm water washing away the lingering traces of sleep and sweat from her skin. As she finishes her shower and getting dressed a little while later, she is met with an unexpected sight.

Her two blonde girlfriends, standing in the bedroom, their expression a mixture of concern and amusement as you still peacefully sleep in the bed behind them.

,,And how come I wasn't invited to this blissful morning Ms Venable?'' Billie Dean teases, quickly connecting the dots after finding you naked, slightly sweaty and sleeping in the bed.

,,I don't know what you are talking about Ms Howard'' Wilhemina simply mutters, a smirk playing on her lips as she makes her way towards her armchair by the corner.

,,I hope you didn't over do it Mina, especially after last night'' Cordelia scolds, worry evident in her expression as she glances over at Wilhemina, her eyes filled with concern.

,,I did no such thing, she's fine'' Wilhemina reassures, rarely annoyed with Cordelia's antics.

And as she takes a seat, she can't help but think back to the moment before, worry etching on her features, hoping despite everything she didn't make you feel uncomfortable with her actions.

Her thoughts are interrupted as you stir from sleep, mumbling the words ,,Mina'' as you open your eyes.

,,Well hello there babydoll'' Billie smiles, making her way over to you and leaning on the bed.

,,Seems like you had fun this morning'' she teases as she takes in the sight in front of her.

Your cheeks flush a little with embarrassment as you try and reach for the blanket to cover yourself. ,,No don't hide, I want to see, pretty one'' she whines which you can't help but tilt your head and smile to.

,,Hey sweetie, how are you feeling today?'' Cordelia urges, handing you a glass of water, before you gladly take some slow sips.

,,I'm good Delia, sorry for sleeping in'' you apologise. Her soft features meet yours as she shakes her head. ,,No need to be sorry sweetheart''.

The room fills with comfortable silence for a moment as you look around, Billie still lingering on the bed, Mina sitting in her armchair, glancing at you from time to time and Delia's soft features looking at you, hiding the concern mixed underneath the shadows.

,,What do you feel like baby? maybe a shower, a nice bath, some breakfast?'' Cordelia begins. Thinking about it for a moment, you decide on a shower wanting to freshen up a little.

As Cordelia passes you some towels and some comfortable clothes, Billie's eyes follow yours. ,,How about I join you babydoll?'' she smirks and as you smile shily at the medium, Cordelia simply shakes her head a little, half disapproving, half amused way. ,,Enough Billie Dean'' she scolds before you make your way into the bathroom.

The rest of the weekend was spent in the comfortable embrace of each other. The usual really, breakfast while watching a show, Delia working a little while Billie, Mina and you spent the afternoon in the living room, a bit of reading, knitting, quiet chatter. But most of all cuddles, Billie showered you in them all day, loving to have her babydoll closely. Wilhemina's hand always lingering on you somewhere, soaking in the warmth of your presence. And eventually as the sun started setting, the four of you in the comfortable embraces of each other, falling asleep softly.

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The following week took you all back to the normality of your lives. Billie working, stuck in meetings most of the day, the same for Wilhemina, and Cordelia attending to the academy, in between teaching classes, taking care of paperwork and her witches she cared about so deeply. You had nothing to do this week however, you decided to take time off this week, not wanting to deal with anyone or anything.

As the day stretches on, you find yourself retreating further into the comfort of your own solitude, seeking solace in the familiarity of your own thoughts and emotions. With each passing hour, the outside world seems to fade away, leaving you alone with your thoughts, the only comfort being your headphones and the soft tunes, they provided as you stay under the covers, pulling them closer, hiding further.

For some reason, your three girlfriends didn't seem to notice at first. They assumed you had been busy, working, ignoring the fact you didn't talk to them in your lunch break or send any text messages, their own responsibilities and work catching up on them. However, as Wilhemina returns home one evening, greeting Billie and Cordelia as they prepared dinner, the weight of the day's responsibilities still heavy on her shoulders, she is surprised to find you in bed, curled up under the covers. As your back faces her, she doesn't realise anything unusual at first, assuming the day at work had simply tired you out.

As she makes her way back into the kitchen, she hesitates for a moment before asking ,,How long has she been home?'' the concern lingering on her features. ,,What do you mean Mina?'' Billie chuckles, laughing at something Cordelia had said seconds ago. She clears her throat before speaking up again ,,Y/N, she's in bed upstairs'' she explains as Billie's smile quickly fades and Cordelia's head snaps into the redheads direction.

The three of them quickly make their way to your shared bedroom, Delia's eyebrows furrow in confusion, her mind racing to connect the dots and unable to believe how she possibly missed this. Billie's eyes widen with realisation as she glances over at you, connecting the dots as she notices that you are still wearing the same clothes as when she left for work this morning.

"Wait a minute," she says, her voice tinged with worry. "She's been here all day?" the medium questions.

Cordelia and Wilhemina exchange a worried glance, the supreme wondering whether the events of this weekend may have anything to do with you hiding away all day, highly unusual as you wouldn't voluntarily spend all day in bed, especially without them.

Billie walks to the other end of the bed, the sound of soft music playing through your headphones, as she reaches for them gently, placing them on your bed side table. ,,Sweetie?'' she whispers, stroking your cheeks slightly. Your eyes flutter open and you smile noticing the presence in front of you. Suddenly it dawns on you, as your phone screen lights up from disconnecting the headphones, as you realise the time, your eyes widen, quickly sitting up.

Glancing around the room, you notice your other two girlfriends standing there, worried written in their features. ,,Shit'' you mutter, realising you spent all day in bed, not helping them with any tasks, despite their busy days. ,,Language little one'' Wilhemina teases, hoping to coax a little smile out of you, and indeed she manages a little smirk, despite your cheeks coated in a dark red as the embarrassment creeps up on you.

,,I'm so sorry'' you explain as anxiety washes over you but Cordelia is quick to step forward. ,,It's okay sweetie, you deserve rest too'' she reassures before the back of her hand makes its way to your forehead, checking for any signs of physical discomfort. ,,Would you like to join us for dinner?'' she asks gently and as you nod eagerly, the concern fades from their features, writing it off as you spending a day in bed and simply being tired.

Wilhemina notices something still on your mind as you hesitate a little. ,,What is it little one?'' she asks and is met with a set of puppy eyes meeting hers. ,,Would it be okay if I take a quick shower? I promise to be quick'' you ask nervously. Her features soften before Cordelia takes your hand into hers ,,Take all the time you need sweetie, we'll wait''.

,,What a shame, was hoping I could join'' Billie smirks and you can't help but chuckle a little before heading to the bathroom, soon after joining them for dinner.

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As the week continues in it's monotonous path, you find yourself sinking deeper into the comfort of your solitude, retreating to the comfort of bed, the same playlist ringing through your ears on repeat. Despite their initial concern, the three of them brushed it off as figuring you needed a break from work and whenever they checked on you, you seemed fine, still joining them for dinners and your evenings together, which calmed Cordelia, knowing if you retreated completely it would be something to be concerned about.

However as midweek approaches, Billie decides to take matters into her own hands, after texting back and forth with Cordelia about you. Determined to break you out of your self imposed isolation, she decides to bring a spark of joy back into your life. And so, she decides to take the rest of the afternoon off, wanting to spoil her babydoll. As she opens the bedroom door, finding you in the all familiar spot, she finds you laying there, your eyes open but mind clearly occupied by something.

,,Hi there babydoll'' she startles you a little, as you quickly fade back into reality, pulling your headphones off and giving her your best smile.

Panic bubbles inside you, worried you missed an entire day but she quickly reassures ,,It's okay, I have got the afternoon off, get dressed for me baby, I want to take my pretty one out'' she declares, giggling a little with excitement.

,,Shit'' you think to yourself, not remotely feeling ready to leave the house after the events from this weekend and feeling your chest tightening at the thought of actually having to go somewhere. As the walls of the house became a shield against the outside world and all its uncertainties. Despite your best efforts to hide your fear, Billie senses your hesitation as usually you would be jumping around excitedly already by now.

,,If you don't feel like going anywhere, I have got all sorts of other plans, don't you worry'' she teases, quickly replacing your concerned features with a chuckle.

,,How about we finally have that shower hm?'' she teases, licking her lips and you can't help but feel the aching her words leave inside your stomach.

Unable to form any words, you simply nod and as she takes your hand, she gently guides you towards the bathroom. Her eyes sparkle with desire, not having had you all to herself for far too long. ,,How about you help mommy undress, kitten?'' she asks suggestively, leaving you gasping a little.

And of course you comply, helping her out of her heels, unbuttoning her trousers and pulling them off gently. However as you reach her shirt you can't help wanting to rip it off, she stops you though ,,nuh uh babydoll, one of my favourites'' she teases as she unbuttons it herself, making you watch.

You bite your lip, the image of Billie in front of you naked, causing you to squirm a little. Noticing your eagerness, she quickly helps you out of your clothes, before stepping in the shower, turning on the hot water and pulling you inside, pressing your body against the wall as she roams your body.

As the warm water cascades over your bodies, enveloping you in a cocoon of heat and steam, the tension that had been building up between you and Billie for days, reached its breaking point. With each touch, the desire that simmered beneath the surface grew stronger, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you yet again, your worries washing away with each droplet landing on your body and Billie's lips exploring your body.

Without a word, Billie presses you further against the cool tiles of the shower, her lips crashing against yours in a fierce kiss that leaves you breathless. The water droplets mingle with the taste of her skin, creating a heavy mixture that sends shivers of pleasure through your entire body.

,,How about you make mommy feel good, kitten?'' her hot breath on your ear. You simply nod, scanning her features, knowing exactly what she wanted. Switching positions, Billie's back makes contact with the cold tiles, as you kneel in front of her, keeping your eyes on her with each move.

As you finally kneel down to where she wants you the most, she parts her legs, silently begging for the release. Trailing kisses up her thighs, you reach her centre and without warning you take her clit into your mouth, leaving her a moaning mess, as her hands grip to your hair.

,,Right there kitten, doing so well'' she moans, holding onto you as her legs feel like giving out on her any second.

Moments later, still keeping her eyes on the medium you can feel her getting to where you wanted her. Using her closed eyelids to your advantage, you push two fingers inside her without warning. ,,Shit'' she curses under her breath, meeting your gaze still lingering on her.

,,Language Ms Howard'' you tease, causing Billie to smirk.

,,Keep going babydoll'' she pleads and being the good submissive you are, you comply pushing your fingers deeper and deeper, your tongue still exploring her and without warning you feel her release all over your mouth, all sorts of words flying from her mouth.

The water pounds against your skin like a symphony of ecstasy, as you make your way back to the medium, kissing her deeply as she explores her own taste on your tongue. ,,You're such a good girl'' she praises, moaning into you.

With each kiss you get lost in the whirlwind of pleasure, Billie switching you both over again, pushing you into the wall, her fingers quickly reaching your dripping centre. ,,Please'' you whimper as she parts your legs a little, quickly picking up the pace. Now the medium loved teasing you as well, however she could never deny you after doing so well for her before.

As you cling to her, holding on for dear life as your legs feel like giving in, the previous day slowly creeps its way back into your memory, reminding you how lazy you had been, how bad you had been for not leaving the house. However, your thoughts are quickly interrupted when the medium tips you over the edge, letting you ride out your high before she catches you into her arms, your legs feeling weak after the intense orgasm. ,,I've got you babydoll'' she murmurs, as you bury your head in her chest, your own breathing still heavy.

And if it hadn't been for the shower, Billie would have noticed your damp cheeks, water droplets quickly replaced by hot tears as the adrenaline and overwhelming feeling creeped up on you. ,,Let me take care of you'' she whispers as she leans you against the wall again, grabbing some shampoo and conditioner. As her soft acrylics softly rub the shampoo into your scalp you can't help but hum softly, the feeling sending little shivers down your back.

The next few minutes you feel in a daze, not really aware of your surroundings, as Billie softly washes your hair for you, caressing your skin and taking care of her babydoll. And as you open your eyes again the next time, you find yourself in the comfort of Wilhemina's armchair in the bedroom, a set of comfortable pjs hugging your body and a blanket wrapped around you. The sound of the hairdryer causes you to jolt a little but as you feel Billie's hands on your scalp again, drying your hair gently, you smile before closing your eyes contently.

As the evenings descends, casting a soft glow over the cozy dining room, the four of you gathered around the table for dinner, after Billie coaxed you out of your daze before, helping you out of Wilhemina's armchair and guiding you downstairs. Despite the warmth of the room and the comforting aroma of the meal that Cordelia had prepared, there was a sense of unease lingering on your features, the exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders. Mixed with the thoughts of doubt, for having spent another day mostly in bed.

Wilhemina glances over at you, concern etched into her features as she notices the weariness in your eyes. ,,Are you feeling alright, little one?'' she asks, her voice filled with genuine concern as she reaches out to gently squeeze your hand.

You manage a weak smile, though it threatened to falter slightly under the weight of your fatigue. "I'm just a bit tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to shake off the exhaustion that clung to you like a heavy cloak, while taking another bite.

Cordelia, ever perceptive, furrows her brow in concern as she studies your expression. "You seem more than just tired," she observes, her voice tinged with worry. "Is everything okay?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to put your feelings into words, as you glance over at the medium, a smirk playing on her features remembering the intimacy from a few hours ago.

Billie, seated across from you, lets out a soft chuckle, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans in closer. "Maybe I shouldn't have worn you out so much earlier," she teases, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

But before you can respond, Cordelia's angry glare cuts through the air, a disapproving look on her features. ,,What?'' Billie shrugs, not sharing the supremes concern, Wilhemina simply observing, unsure whether the blonde was simply a little overly concerned about the situation.

,,She needs rest Billie, not further tiring out'' the blonde scolds, causing for Billie's expression to soften, a hint of guilt creeping into her features as she glances at you. ,,I'm sorry for tiring you out babydoll'' she apologies sincerely.

The weight of Cordelia's words only seems to add to your exhaustion, the last thing you wanted was them arguing now, sending a wave of anxiety through your veins. As your leg begins bouncing up and down, you take a deep breath, which doesn't go unnoticed by the redhead sitting next to you.

,,Have you finished little one?'' she asks softly before you give her a nod, her words pulling you back into the present. As you simply nod, suddenly your eyes pleading with the redheads. ,,Come on, I'll take you upstairs'' she suggests, before taking your hand and leading you to the safety of your shared bedroom.

"I just wanted to take care of her" Billie mumbles, before reaching for everyones plates, walking over to the dishwasher.

,,I initially wanted to take her out somewhere but she didn't seem to want to leave the house and so one thing led-'' she explains before Cordelia cuts her off. ,,I know love, I'm sorry'' she apologises, feeling bad about her little outburst. As words of apologizes are spoken, the two of them exchange a little moment.

However, Cordelia makes a mental note, finding it unusual that you hesitated to leave the house, usually excited at any opportunity to go anywhere with them, especially Billie adventures. As the two blondes head upstairs, the supreme can't help but slowly connect the dots, your panic attack, taking the week off, not leaving the house or bed much.

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As the week draws to a close, you find yourself sinking deeper into the abyss of your own despair, the days stretching on in a never-ending cycle of emptiness and solitude. Despite your best efforts to find solace in the safety of your bed, the familiar comfort of its embrace only served to exacerbate the sense of isolation that weighed heavily on your soul.

But Cordelia, ever perceptive and attuned to your needs, slowly senses the depths of your despair, refusing to let you drown in it. With gentle determination, she finds you curled up in bed, your back turned away, the familiar sound of music to be heard. Through her senses she could tell that you aren't asleep, simply wasting away in the comfort of your bed.

"Come on, love," she murmurs her voice soft and coaxing as she gently tugs at your hand, urging you to rise from the depths of your despair. "You can't stay in bed forever. It's time to come back to the world and us again."

But the thought of leaving the safety and familiarity of your bed fills you with a sense of overwhelming dread, the outside world a daunting and unfamiliar landscape that seemed to hold nothing but pain, anxiety and uncertainty.

However, you know Cordelia can't be easily fooled or pleased, the way you had managed with your other two girlfriends. You face an inner battle, not wanting to leave bed but at the same time not wanting to make it harder for your girlfriends, sensing they are starting to catch on.

"I can't," you want to explain as you cling to the safety of your blankets, the weight of your despair pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. "I'm not ready'' your head reminds you.

Cordelia senses your hesitation, however refusing to be deterred, her determination unwavering as she continues to coax you gently, her words a soothing balm against the raw edges of your despair.

,,Okay'' you mumble, feeling a little angry with her as to why she couldn't simply leave you alone.

,,That's my good girl'' she praises, as she takes you to her office, placing a warm cup of tea into your palms.

As you sit on the sofa in her office, she watches your every move, not wanting to press you about the subject too much, glad she can at least be close to you to observe and take care. Fiddling with your hands, you feel nervous under her gaze, unsure what to do with yourself and suddenly feeling incredibly guilty.

,,Can I help you with anything?'' you eventually coax out, your voice quiet and fiddling with the sleeves of your oversized hoodie.

,,No no darling'' she reassures, glancing up from her laptop. There was genuinely nothing the supreme needed help with, as she got everything mostly sorted for the week, leading towards the weekend.

The room fills with silence, the only noises to be heard, the clicking of her keyboard, writing some emails and working on teaching. Feeling a little awkward and useless, you try to make some conversation.

,,Do we have any plans for the weekend?'' you ask her, drawing her attention towards you again with a gentle smile.

,,Other than tomorrow I don't think so sweetheart'' she reassures before the daunting idea of date night consumes your thoughts. The slight mention of it, takes you back to the week prior. Your thoughts race, unsure whose turn it was and whether that meant having to go out anywhere.

,,Wh-what are we gonna do?'' you ask hesitantly, hiding your trembling hands as well as the tremble in your voice.

,,I haven't decided yet sweetheart, anything specific you would like?'' she asks, typing away on her computer.

,,Hide'' the panic voice in your head tells you as you feel the waves of a panic attacks slowly approach.

Silence fills the room, and as Cordelia glances up from her computer, she finds your trembling state, tears threatening to spill from your beautiful eyes.

,,Sweetie?'' she calls out gently, abandoning her work and walking over to you.

,,I- can I go please?'' you call out, suddenly on your feet as you want nothing more than to run away.

Before the supreme can protest you are already out of the room, hysterically running down the hallway, needing to flee unable to be confronted by the blonde about it. Sometimes the worrying, gentleness was too much, especially when she connected the dots before you did, knowing and being able to read you so well at this point.

In your panicked state, you don't know where to go, knowing she would immediately find you in the bedroom, greenhouse or any predictable spots of comfort. ,,Mina'' you remember, her being at her work today, which means her office should be quiet and giving you momentarily some relieve as the panic continues to haunt you, following with each step you took away from the supreme and her office.

Your heart bangs against your chest angrily, and so with trembling hands you burst into your redhead girlfriends office, managing to at least shut the door quietly before retreating to a quiet corner, curling up into a ball and rocking yourself back and forth, leaning against the wall, your kneels pulled to your chest. However, in your panicked state, you are known to be unaware of your surroundings, not realising the time again and how long it actually took for Cordelia to coax you out of bed before, Wilhemina had returned home a little while ago, wanting to finish one last email before joining you and Cordelia.

The redhead sits in shock for a moment, observing your panicked state and the way you entered her office without even realising her presence. Her heart aches, seeing you like this, so vulnerable, alone and sad. ,,Little one?'' she calls out, as she balances on her cane and begins walking over. The sudden noises startles you as your eyes force open, instantly getting up from the floor, the shame of the whole thing consuming you whole. ,,I'm s- sorry Mina, I didn't realise'' you coax out in between cries, hyperventilating as panic washes over you again.

,,Run'' the panic voice tells you before you try to leave, leaving a very confused Wilhemina, following behind you, yet to understand what's going on with her little one. However as you open the door, you run into the supreme, your body hitting against her own as you stumble backwards, the fear and panic finally having the upper-hand and causing you to lose control.

,,Sweetheart'' Cordelia calls out and as you continue to tumble backwards, you suddenly feel your vision blurring before two arms wrap around you from behind.

''Hey, I've got you" Wilhemina's voice cuts through the chaos, her arms a reassuring embrace as she holds you close, her own heart racing with concern for you. But even as she speaks, she could feel the tremors wracking your body, the weight of your despair pressing down on you like a leaden weight.

Cordelia's voice joins hers, her tone filled with love and compassion as she kneels beside you, her hands gentle as they brush away the tears that are beginning to stain your cheeks. "You're safe, breathe sweetheart" she whispers, her voice a soothing melody in the storm of your emotions. "We're here for you, sweetheart. You're not alone."

But despite their comforting words and reassuring touch, you feel as though you are drowning in a sea of despair, the weight of your own thoughts and feelings threatening to drag you under. With each passing moment, the darkness seems to close in around you, suffocating you with its suffocating embrace.

And then, with one last desperate gasp, you lose consciousness, surrendering to the darkness that engulfs you.

,,Shit'' Cordelia curses, taking you into her arms, relieving Wilhemina of the weight as she held you up. The supreme takes gentle yet urgent steps as she takes you to Wilhemina's armchair, in the corner of her office. As she sets you down, she grabs the little lilac stool, resting your tired legs on them. With a flick of her wrist she lights the fireplace, reaching for a blanket and wrapping it around you. Her slightly trembling hands reach for your forehead, your wrists to check your pulse after.

,,What's wrong with her?'' Wilhemina's voice cuts through the quiet room before Cordelia turns to her. ,,It's a panic attack'' the supreme explains before the redheads eyebrows furrow. ,,Again?'' Wilhemina asks, remembering the weekend prior. ,,I'm afraid so'' the blonde replies before her guilty eyes meet the redheads.

,,What is it darling?'' Wilhemina asks, noticing the tears lingering in Cordelia's eyes. ,,It's my fault'' she admits, her gaze averting the redheads and meeting your fragile state. She knows that Cordelia would have never willingly triggered or pushed you, so she simply steps forward, her cane hitting on the floor, before taking her hand. ,,What happened love?'' she asks, much softer now.

,,I dragged her out of bed and made her stay in my office, she asked me about our plans this weekend and I guess that must have triggered it, considering the last weekend. I just had no idea how bad this all was and how much she has been struggling with it'' Cordelia explains now under tears.

,,Hey hey it's okay, you did your best, it's not your fault'' Wilhemina reassures before stroking the blondes shoulder, caressing her cheeks in a gentle way before Cordelia melts into her touch.

After a moment of silence, the door swings open, the sound of heels echoing through the large office. ,,Hey ther-'' Billie starts, excitedly at first but her smile quickly vanishes as she sees your state. ,,Whats wrong?'' she asks, her eyes meeting two sets of brown ones, the concern matching in each set.

,,It's okay Billie, she had a panic attack but she's stable'' Cordelia coos, walking over to the medium and greeting her in a reassuring hug. Billie Dean frowns, hating to see her babydoll in any sign of discomfort. ,,Poor baby'' she coos, kneeling down beside you resting her hands on your knees, rubbing soothing circles to comfort you, despite your sleeping unconscious state.

,,She's afraid to leave the house'' Wilhemina admits, finally understanding the events of the past week.

,,We need to help her, we should take her out tomorrow and try'' Billie suggests but Cordelia quickly shakes her head.

,,We have to do this the right way'' she admits, remembering her own struggles with anxiety especially in her younger years.

,,I see, how about we stay in tomorrow then? cook something nice for her and watch her favourite movie?'' the medium suggests and is quickly met with a compassionate and approving smile from her blonde girlfriend.

,,Would either of you be okay to stay with her for a minute?'' ,,I want to make us some food, so poor darling can eat'' Cordelia asks, before Wilhemina is quick to reply.

,,I'll stay'' meeting the mediums eyes, before she adds ,,I'll help you Delia''. Wilhemina nods thankfully, appreciating the moments where she gets to take care of her little one.

A little while later you stir from your unconscious state, feeling the gentle presence of someone in the room. Opening your eyes, you find yourself still in the armchair where Delia had left you, with Wilhemina sitting beside you, her gaze filled with concern and love.

,,Hey there little one'' Wilhemina coos gently, her hand reaching out to gently brush the hair from your forehead. ,,How are you feeling?'' she asks gently, not wanting to overwhelm you.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, the events of the day swirling in your mind like a storm. "I'm okay, I think," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to make sense of the jumble of emotions inside you. ,,I'm so sorry for all of that'' you apologise, guilt consuming you for having them see your weakness.

Wilhemina nods understandingly, her eyes full of empathy as she takes your hand in hers. "I know things have been tough lately," she says gently. "But I want you to know that you don't have to go through it alone. I'm here for you, always."

,,And little one?'' she asks, her eyes searching for yours as she tilts her head a little. ,,I never want you to apologise about these sort of things, I don't want you to keep it from us'' she reassures.

Her words warm your heart, a glimmer of hope flickering in the darkness that has clouded your mind for so long. "Thank you," you whisper, a tear slipping down your cheek as you lean into her comforting embrace.

After a moment of quiet , Wilhemina speaks again, her voice filled with determination. "How about we go for a walk in the gardens?" she suggests, a hint of excitement in her tone. "It might do us both some good to get some fresh air and stretch our legs."

You hesitate for a moment, the thought of leaving the safety of the house sending a shiver of anxiety down your spine. But Wilhemina's reassuring presence gives you the courage to take that first step, to step out of your comfort zone and face the world once more.

With a nod, you agree, allowing Wilhemina to lead you by the hand as the two of you make your way out into the gardens. And as you walk hand in hand, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of Wilhemina's love, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, you will face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

,,Are you feeling okay little one?'' she asks, noticing how tight you are holding onto her hand. ,,Yes, just a little scary'' you admit. She gives you an emphatic but proud smile. ,,I know little one but I have got you, always'' she reassures again.

,,Delia?'' Billie gets her attention, her tone sounding serious as the supreme sees the mediums face, eyes filled with tears. ,,What is it love?'' she asks before Billie points out the window.

Watching from the window, Cordelia and Billie share a bittersweet smile, their hearts filled with love and pride as they witness the strength and resilience of their beloved. And as you and Wilhemina disappear into the garden, their love for you only grows stronger, a beacon of hope in the darkness that has been surrounding you lately.

,,Look at her'' Cordelia murmurs softly, her voice filled with love and adoration. ,,She's so strong'' she adds, tears blinking in her eyes.

,,Yeah'' Billie agrees, on the brim of tears. ,,She's stronger than she knows''

As they continue to watch you, Cordelia and Billie are filled with a sense of hope, knowing that you are not alone in your journey. ,,We will be okay'' Cordelia eventually mumbles as Billie leans her head on the supremes shoulder.

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