#tsunami x reader

[jejeminnieee]

.....Older sibling.....Wings of fire x older sibling!reader

Characters: Moonwatcher,Darkstalker,Qibli,Winter,Peril,Tsunami, Starlight.

Moonwatcher:

Moon is very glad that she has someone who can guide her, encourage her, and just listen to her. You, like her, grew up in the Rainforest, so you can read minds, which makes it easier to understand her shy personality.

It was you who taught her how to hunt, so when Qibli asked her how she learned to hunt so well, she answered with a little pride, "My eldest sibling taught me that. He's quite good at hunting."

(And Qibli couldn't help but feel a small thread of envy, but he noted and analyzed this information in his head, realizing that she was on good terms with her older sibling.)

She loves spending time with you and you don't even have to say it out loud because you already know the answer thanks to mind reading. And she likes to spend time with you only when you are alone, away from everyone, where there is no one but you. Because with you she behaves more relaxed.

When Moonwatcher is nervous, she loves it when you put your paw on her shoulder, hug her with your wing, or touch her tail with your tail. This calms her down.

Kinkajou loves it when you come to visit her friend because you've become the big sister of the whole Jade mountain academy.And Qibli loves Kinkajou even more when you come over because he feels the care of an older sibling, which he never felt despite having an older brother and older sister.

Guess who Moon and Qibli asked for help when they couldn’t normally express their feelings for each other.(obviously they did it in secret from each other, while you giggled because they didn't know that their other half was asking you for help:})

Darkstalker:

It is reasonable to assume that you were the one protecting Darkstalker and your little sister from their parents. He remembers how you covered their ears with your paws and wings so that they could not hear their parents' screams.

He swore that when he killed Arctic, you would live happily. That's how it was....was.

While the Icewings didn't kill you, as revenge against Darkstalker. Whiteout took your death hard, as did Darkstalker, but he tried to cheer up his sister while he was in unimaginable pain. From the realization that even his magic can't bring you back. Nothing can bring you back.

He didn't understand why this world was so unfair and cruel. Were you guilty of anything? Were you guilty of smiling warmly at Whiteout and Darkstalker when they succeeded?That you comforted them after nightmares late at night? That you took care of them out of the whole family? Was that your karma?!

When he woke up after 2000 years of sleep, the biggest reason for his hatred of the Icewings was your death. And when his mother was freed, a tiny hope lit up his petrified heart that you're alive too. But you were still dead. Lying in the damp earth, until all that's left of you is memories, until even your bones have decomposed over time.

Qibli:

Qibli always wanted to know why you were so soft towards him. You gave him the last bits of food, even though you were hungry (and it doesn't lead to anything good), protected him from other siblings, mother and grandfather. And even if you could somehow fight back against your brother and sister, your mother and grandfather were merciless.

When you came to Thorn, he thought he could finally repay you in kind. Sometimes he did, but most of the time there was no way to repay your kindness. You caught a lot of crimes, and of course,Qibli was known to many. You were like him, but more agile in this life. You noticed more details than anyone who knew the dragon you were talking to, and could easily understand the motive his actions. From one glance and dialogue.

He always admired you and loved you. After all, you are the only one who could listen to him, prompt him and direct him on the right path. And although he partly understands why you are so cautious and distrustful towards other dragons, but he can't be as distrustful as you are (which you're actually glad about, because it's not a good feeling when you can't just start trusting a dragon because of your experience.)

Qibli is also not against physical contact, but he prefers do it alone, because yes, the past speaks to both of you. It calms him when you wrap your wings around him, allowing him to hide from the world and just let himself rest.

Winter:

Winter is more pleased than ever to have someone to whom he can pour out his problems. As the eldest of the family, you have many tasks to do, such as training, lessons, and many other things, which is why you have VERY LITTLE time to eve n talk to other brothers and sisters.

But from time to time, when you would free time, you prefer to spend it with Winter and Icicle under the guise of training. After the "death" of Hailstorm, you became even more worried about the younger siblings, although you masterfully hid it.

You are the one who improves Winter's skills, cleverly changing the subject when his parents call him worthless again.

When Hailstorm returned, your joy knew no bounds. Then the idea arose in Winter's head that perhaps you, Winter and Hailstorm could spend time together as before (but his hopes were not justified, as sad as it was.)

You visit him at the shelter whenever possible, and he tells you about people with such enthusiasm that your head and ears may start to hurt from the hum. But what wouldn't you do for your brother's happiness, right?

Peril:

You are probably the only dragon who has never been afraid of her. Since her hatching, you have been burned by her scales, but this has never been the cause of your fear. Nothing has made you afraid of Peril.

You tried to shield your little sister from the arena fights, but in her stupidity, she continued to blindly trust Scarlet. Until she met Clay, your words on this matter did not take her seriously.

When Ruby took the throne, things with your sister improved thanks to Clay, even if Peril was banished from the Skywing kingdom.

She began to spend more time with you, and often her conversations turned to Clay. She spoke of him more than often, and several times you teased her about it, to which she bristled, blushed and ran away. You laughed at her and decided to help her with this (which, in general, worked.)

When her scales stopped being deadly because of the scroll, she flew at full speed to hug you. It was the best feeling in her life.

And she wouldn't lie to herself that she was upset when her fire scales returned, even if it was by her own free will. She would like to hug you many more times:(

Tsunami:

Both she and you were stunned when you met. It was surprising on your part that your little sister was standing in front of you right now, and it was surprising on her part that her older sibling was standing in front of her. But she was very happy to finally meet you. In no time, you became her sibling-friend (and she is more than happy with that.)

She loves to explore the sea palace with you, while you tell her about every painting, every exhibit and decoration. She never really liked history, but when you tell it, for some reason she becomes very interested.

But as much as she enjoyed listening to you, she couldn't stay in that restrictive palace any longer, so she gave up her royal life. You were understanding, and honestly, she was a little surprised by this (in a good way).

You often visit her at the academy, and she is only too happy to chat with you.

Starlight:

Like your father, you've always been interested in science. That's why Starlight is sooo happy to talk to you, because there's something to talk about. When you first met,you helped your father (carrying things and other small tasks), but you looked as if this work, and especially your father's work, was so exhausting you that you would soon fall from exhaustion.Starlight isn't stupid and he understands that you were forced to do this and that you feel sorry for the Rainwings too. He thought you were the only Nightwing who had empathy.

Throughout his stay on the volcano, you and he worked out a plan to free the Rainwings and escape. At first you were hesitant about the whole thing, because even if you didn't torture the Rainwings, you did help your father endure those horrible things. You didn't think you deserved forgiveness.But Starlight convinced you to run away with him because you weren't the one who willingly brought pain to dragons.

In fact, you calmed the Rainwings and brought them as much food as possible so that they would not die of hunger, but you never thought that this would help them in any way.... But it atoned for your guilt a little.

....Since you were threatened with death under absolutely any circumstances, it was very brave of you to do this. You even hissed at the cruel guards when they mocked the rainwings,so you became their little hope for liberation. And few actually held a grudge against you, because you saved them so many times.

When Starlight went blind, you were always there, helping him with everything. You also look in on your little brother in the library too often (so Glory sometimes gives you the sideways glances, but don't worry about it.)

Starlight secretly loves to cuddle with you, but he will never admit it, so feel free to spoil your little brother with hugs!=)

//Thank you for reading, my little dragons! I think we need more format with Wings of Fire characters😼 So I'll be happy to spoil you with this content! Today I took an unusual format for this book,because I haven't seen any "Sibling" headcanons with Wings of Fire anywhere.

With love, Snanieee!❥

[tadpolesonalgae]

Stalking Through The Underbrush[*]

Naga!Eris x reader

a/n: it’s October, of course there’s going to be at least one monsterfcking fic <3

synopsis: you’re used to cohabiting with the magical creatures of the forest, but when a naga snatches you from your morning walk and drags you down into his nest, claiming to be your mate, you have more than a few outraged questions to ask. Ones you hadn’t expected for him to show you the answers to.

warnings: teratophilia; dubcon; smut; naga!Eris; mentioned somnophilia; double penetration; overstimulation; cum play; brief fingering; oral (f receiving); secretion of an aphrodisiac

word count: 12,129

Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

Autumn frost has already begun crisping the chalky red-orange leaves, ensconcing peeling bark and decaying plants in millions of tiny shimmering diamonds that glitter in the early morning light. 

Hot, misty breath curls from Eris’ nostrils, exhaling in tendrils that billow above the rolling fog floating up from the river. His claws glitter in the watery sunlight, spritzed with heavy condensation and dew drops that have fallen from the tall grass blades that brush his furred underbelly. It’s a temporary discomfort but one he has to undergo if he wants to keep track of his little mate. 

It’s already late autumn and he has yet to approach you. If he doesn’t secure you soon, you might very well be snatched up by another creature like him, one equally in need of a warm, supple body to keep heat throughout winter. To bring food back to and to curl up against, to wrap around your comparatively slight figure and tuck himself into your scent. 

He’s found the perfect cave for them, inlaid with three of the thickly lined fleeces he’d dragged out of your open window one summer night—they don’t hold your smell as strongly as they had at first and it’s making him anxious to take you. The cave itself is near enough to the river to gather water, while remaining deep enough in the rock that any creature that might try to follow in after you will surely die from traversing the winding tunnel systems. Also deep enough to retain any heat started in the centre of the main cave. He’s certain you’ll love it once you’re there. 

As for now, he can hear your boots crushing through the frozen leaves, crisping and crunching with each step you take. He lowers closer to the ground as he prowls forward, tracking you through the forest, creeping along adjacent to your path, searching for the perfect moment to take you back to the nest he’s prepared. 

Then he can have you all to himself. Explore the appealing sweep of your hips, the softness of your thighs and calves, the delicate skin wrapping your waist. Eris’ teeth glitter in the light as his tongue wet his lips and nose, saliva releasing through his mouth at the thought of having you nesting beside him, at long last freed from those awful clothes he knows scratch at your body. You’ll look so pretty and full once he’s done with you. 

He’ll take you today. On your way to the river. Then he’ll have his mate secured for winter. 

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You don’t sense any eyes on you as you make your way to the river first thing in the morning. It’s quiet and the air is pleasantly crisp though there’s a definite chill that’s already beginning bite at your throat and nostrils. 

The empty bucket on your arm bumps into your hip again and you attempt to shift it so it won’t be knocking into your leg with every step. It’s tiring doing this every morning. Making the walk down to the river. If you lived closer you wouldn’t have this problem but you’re stranded enough as it is out in the woods all by yourself. Besides, you can’t afford to move, and there aren’t even any homes nearby. You’d have to either build it yourself of scrape together the small fortune it would take to have one built for you. Which is never going to happen. So for now you’ll continue with the long morning walks. 

You don’t even see him prowling forward from the undergrowth. 

He’s completely undetectable to your senses, swiftly bounding up behind you and sliding his lower canines through the bodice of your dress. One moment you’re walking on your own, trying to find a comfortable way to hold the bucket; the next you’ve been suspended in the air, bucket clattering to the floor and rolling thrice across the ground while the waist of your bodice tightens around your body and the creature that’s lifted you begins proudly padding back into the woods. 

Your feet swing frantically as you kick, palms shakily trying to bat at the large creature that’s effortlessly hauling you through the forest, removing you further and further from the path. 

“Put me down!” You exclaim, trying to swat at his great body, but he’s carrying you by the backing of your dress and it’s impossible to reach him. You’re entirely unsure what to do—you’ve met the creatures of these woods plenty of times before, and they’ve never given you any trouble. At most a small pack of sprites might stop by your house until dawn arrived, but then they’d be on their way and might even have left you something on the kitchen table in thanks. 

But a beast this large? 

You’ve only seen them in the distance—heard about their kind grazing on the grassy fields atop the mountain sides during summer, then going into hibernation during the cold months. 

Your stomach drops when you spot the cave opening he’s bringing you to, frantically swinging back and forth in attempt to possibly tear the fabric, allowing you to drop to the floor and run away but—the fabric holds. You try kicking and squirming, try waving your arms, try yelling at him to let you go but you don’t even know if this one is one that can speak your language. 

It’s only once you’re deep inside the tunnel system—so turned around you’re certain you’d become well and truly lost if you attempted to venture out—that he sets you down on- “These are mine!” 

Sure enough you recognise the three fleeces you’d bought to prepare for winter that had gone missing months ago—he’d been behind that? He’s taken them from your home? When you’d been asleep? He’d been inside your house while you’d been sleeping? 

On faintly trembling legs you get to your feet and turn, only to find he’s shifted. 

From what you’d seen on the way over he’d been some sort of large, quadrupedal beast, but now… 

You swallow, taking some subconscious steps back. “You’re a naga.” 

His tail coils tight beneath him, arms folding over his chest, his long, fiery hair hanging soft and silky over broad, dark-spotted shoulders. You have to crane your neck to look up at him even at the distance you are from one another. His pupils flicker, a serpentine tongue flickering out once causing you to retreat a few more sudden steps. 

His eyes drop to your feet, a low hissing noise releasing from his chest, then he’s slithering forward and you yelp, trying to scramble further back but one of his large, clawed hands has wrapped around your ankle and you topple backward as it’s pulled out from underneath you. The fleece cushions your fall but you still try and kick as the naga looms over your, claws lightly scratching at the exposed skin of your calves, your dress pooling around your thighs on the floor. 

“Get off me!” You demand, a prominent edge of terror in your voice, afraid that if you squirm too much you’ll cut yourself on his claws. “Let me go!”

Slitted pupils flick upwards to meet your eyes and you feel like he’s pinning you to the ground with that look alone, never mind his grip tightening on your leg. Gods, he’s about to bite you and drain the blood from your body. Or sink his fangs into your throat to secrete a paralysing venom into your bloodstream so he can unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. But instead the claws sink back into his fingers. “Take your boots off.” 

You freeze, having not expected the creature to speak. 

The naga watches you silently then his fingers begin working, deftly untying the strings of your boots until you’re free and bare-footed, pale socks peeled from your delicate feet, carefully discarded in a heap with your shoes. But instead of releasing your leg his eyes seem to wander, skimming up your shin to the underside of your thigh. You squirm when you realise he can probably see your underwear. 

“What are you- let me go…!” You put as much command into your voice as you can manage but there’s a distinct wobble. You’ve heard animals can sense fear—a mythical creature like him can probably tell every thought that passes through your mind without even trying. Oh Gods. 

“What are you-… What do you want from me? You should let me go.” You try to pull your leg from his hold but it’s useless, even when you use your other foot to try and push him off he keeps his grip firm. “You… Take me back. I need to go back to my home. Show me out.” 

His tongue flickers out again and you realise it’s forked like a snake’s. You shrink away. 

The naga follows after you and the blood drains from your features as he reaches for you. Your eyes squeeze shut, bracing for claws, heart pounding. But his fingers slide through your hair, palm settling against your cheek followed by the silky tickle of hair and the cool exhale of breath ghosting your throat. 

You peek your eyes open to find him much closer, staring at you intently. He’s slithered forward, his human-looking torso looming over you, where his tail connects to his hips settled between your legs. “I… Let me go,” you whisper, “please.” But he shakes his head, hair tickling your collar bones. Your lower lip wobbles. “What are you…what are you going to do with me?” 

His tongue flickers out over his lips, then his gaze trails over you, his fingers trailing up the outside of your thigh, bringing the hem of your dress with him until the fabric pools around your hips. He doesn’t stop there. Fingers graze the band of your underwear, skimming upward until they meet the ripped bodice of your dress. 

You whimper, trying to squirm away but he’s placed himself between your legs. You can hardly see him in the darkness of the caves, the damp, cloying cold of the subterranean cavern. A shiver runs up your spine, skin littered in goosebumps. 

The naga’s touch pauses. “You’re cold.” 

You stare at him. Shivering in the cold and dark, able to only just make out his shape and the spots of his skin. The luminescent amber of his eyes that makes him look like a nightmare. You nod your head. 

A fire flickers to life in the middle of the cave and light flares along the walls. The warmth is almost immediate, heat beginning to roll from the crackling fire and your lips part in surprise and awe. You hadn’t realised they possessed elemental magic. 

The naga’s fingers graze your collar bones, snapping your attention back to him. “You’re still cold.” 

“It’ll-… It’ll take a while…” You reply, unsure how to take him in. He doesn’t look as terrifying in the light as he had in the dark. Though he’s still terrifying. Just less so now that he isn’t a pair of glowing irises. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” you push, forcing the terror from your voice trying to keep yourself strong. The naga’s tongue flickers again but remains silent, waiting for you to speak it looks like. Your throat rolls. You incline your chin. “What are you…going to do with me?” 

Both his hands fall to your hips, effortlessly suspending himself over you as he helps the fabric of your dress glide further up your hips to be out of the way. “You’re staying with me throughout winter,” he answers. You shriek when his claws slide out again, slipping beneath the front of the bodice and slice upward, shredding the rest of the dress. Your arms slap over your chest, trying to wriggle further away from him, back still padded by the thickly lined fleece, muffling the hard abrasion of the rock enough to be surprisingly comfortable. 

“You can’t just- What? You can’t just take me to…into your hibernation!” You try to scramble away but the hold he has on your hips keeps you from going anywhere anyway. 

“You’re my mate. You’re staying with me throughout winter. At least.” 

“This is the first I’m hearing of it!” 

The naga pauses, his amber eyes glancing away for a second of…guilt? But then he looks back to you, his hold having lessened. “I didn’t want to frighten you.” 

“You didn’t want to… Are you-? Are you mad?” 

His amber eyes narrow. “You don’t like it?” 

“These are mine.” You snap, gesturing to the fleeces. “You stole them from me.” 

“So you’d be comfortable. The rock would have been hard on your bones and skin otherwise.” His brows narrow in displeasure, tongue flickering. “I can get rid of them and keep you on the bare floor if you’d prefer?” 

“I’d prefer to be taken back to the path you took me from.” 

“No.” 

“No?” You splutter. “What do you mean ‘no’?” 

“You’re my mate,” he repeats, a displeased drawl appearing. “You’re staying with me throughout hibernation.” 

“I don’t want to.” You further fold your arms. “Take me back.” 

“You struggle during winter,” he points out, snatching your attention. “You struggle to keep yourself warm, to find food, to keep your life going during the winter. I can keep you warm, and keep you fed, and you can bring anything you like down here. It’s for you.” 

“I don’t even know your name. I’m not-”

“Eris.” 

You blink, pausing. “What?” 

“My name. It’s Eris.” 

“Oh.” Your hold on your clothes lessens, relaxed somewhat. “I didn’t think you had names.” You wince when a scowl works its way between his brows. “I didn’t think you were so impolite.”

It’s your turn to scowl. “So take me back.” 

“I can’t just exchange my mate for another one.” 

“You can’t just take me from my home.” 

“You’re not that far away,” he counters, “and you’ll be safe here.” His amber eyes glint, one edge of his narrow lips curving. “And you won’t have to worry about anyone peeping through your windows, either.” 

Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing with wild heat, the fire suddenly beginning to feel like it’s putting out too much warmth. “You-…” You’re speechless. 

“You shouldn’t leave your windows wide open at night.” He muses, tail swishing behind him. “Especially not when you’re completely bare. Anyone could have seen.” 

“You were watching me?” You exclaim, outrage and…something else fuelling the heat in your cheeks. But his tongue flickers again, hold tightening on your hips, leaning closer, “you do have a wonderful figure.”

Your mouth pops open, then your hand is flying through the air, aiming to smack him hard across the jaw but he catches it easily. Pushing himself closer. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re lovely.” 

Why are his words having an effect on you? Why is there a warmth in your chest? It’s probably the fire. It’s definitely the fire. It has to be the fire. No way he’s seducing you. 

You turn your head to the side. “You’re just saying that.” 

It’s the opening he’s looking for, one he knew you’d give him at some point. 

His fingers curl around your dress and the next moment he’s pulled it clean from your body, leaving you only in the underwear that’s hugging your hips. 

A shocked gasp leaves your mouth, eyes going wide as you try to hide your breasts but his large palms have already loosely wrapped around your wrists, holding them down into the thick fleece. You flush deeply, squirming beneath him, embarrassed at how much of you he can now see. How bare you are beneath him. “Let me go…! You- You’re a-…” 

“Mhmm?” 

The flush deepens at his low drawl, the heat creeping southward from where it had gathered in your chest, delicately spreading to your lower stomach…your abdomen…your thighs… “Let go of me, Eris.” The naga’s pupils momentarily expand and for a moment he looks so frighteningly human you subtly lift your chin from the fleece. 

You hardly notice the questioning look in his eyes as he approaches until his lips are tentatively pressed against your own. 

You don’t immediately recoil.

You don’t recoil at all. 

His mouth is soft. Elegant and narrow, lips hiding the piercing tip of his fangs. It’s nothing like kissing another human, his tongue is thin and quick, flickering against the seam of your mouth. Rougher than the velvety wash of another human’s, leaning more on the abrasive side. So you can feel as he flickers against your lips, your own tongue, flicking to stroke the roof of your mouth and swipe along the inside of your teeth. 

The naga slithers closer, one powerful arm sliding beneath the arch of your spine, free hand cupping the side of your head, fingers long and large enough to wrap around two thirds of the circumference of your skull. Glittering jade scales are surprisingly smooth beneath the bare skin of your calves, legs mindlessly snaring around the thick trunk of his tail, coiling further down, his rattle hissing with what you have to assume is pleasure. 

It’s only when you feel the hot, heavy weight of something curved and thick against your naked stomach that you pull away. Though you know what it is before you even look, it’s still a surprise to see the deep jade of his cock, transitioning to pale skin and flushed at the tip, looking somewhat larger at his base and-

Your eyes widen when Eris shifts his body and you spot the second one he has. Just as flushed but longer…thicker…fatter at the base, like the skin is flaring, or swelling. 

You’re speechless, mouth opening and closing as you stare down his well-muscled chest. 

Why does he have two? Is it usual for nagas to have two? Do naga females have two…? Are you supposed to take both of them? Does he know you can’t?

“Eris…Eris what- Why-”

“You didn’t know my kind has two?” Your gaze shoots upwards, staring wide-eyed at him. “I can’t…” But you trail off, eyes growing even wider if possible as your mouth pops open. Eris eyes your lips with interest. “Is this…? This is what you want a mate for?” 

It’s Eris’ turn to blink his surprise. “It is the end of mating season,” he replies dryly. “Have you never noticed the increase in my kind around early and late spring?” 

“You’re not expecting me to…”

His lips curve. “Why not?” 

“Because you’re a…and I’m a…” You shake your head. “No. You’re taking me back up to the surface and you’re going to leave me alone. You can’t just…remove me from my home.” 

“You can bring it all down here. You can keep your yarn in that nook there.” He nods to a crook in the cavern wall that looks strangely like a shelf. “And you can bring your bedding to lay next to the fleeces. Your clothes too, if you must.” 

“No. I have no reason to stay down here,” you repeat, holding your ground, uncomfortably aware of how your nipples are beginning to peak in the cold. How his eyes have also noted that change in your body. “You’re the only one this would benefit. Overall this would be a loss for me—all you can offer is mild warmth throughout winter but you can’t offer me open air and sunny skies. Nor enough money to buy a home I’d like.” 

“I can offer a safe home, warm meals, all the comfort you could want,” Eris replies, and you squirm when his body pushes slightly closer, his hands holding your hips in place. “As well as having a mate.” 

“The mate part only benefits you,” you repeat, huffing faintly. “You can’t just take me from my home. I don’t care if you think I’m your mate—I’m not interested. And are you listening to me?” 

His amber eyes have gone glazed, no longer locked with your own. Heat warms your cheeks beneath that intense look—you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Pressure changes between your legs, then you feel something forming on your lower belly. You try to shift underneath him and his tongue flicks out, making a hissing sound. Looking lower, your mouth pops open when you spot the creamy liquid that’s dripped down from the tip of his lower cock, pooling on your belly. 

“You’ll feel good,” he murmurs, and you inhale heavily as his hips shift, dragging his cock down your centre, able to feel the small ridges from his scales scraping over your clit. “I’ve been waiting so long for you.”

“Eris…” You flush, hands sliding down your body to try and grip at his wrists to free yourself from his hold. “Let me go…” His pupils dilate, and then he’s leaning even closer to you. If you took a deep inhale your breasts would brush his chest. His focus lies entirely on you as he inclines your hips upward from the fleece, slowly rocking you against him. “You want to know what it feels like, don’t you?” 

You inhale sharply, staring at him, toes curling as you wrap your legs closer around the broad trunk of his tail—for stability. “I- What? Know what what feels like?” You’re breathless even to your own ears. The fire burning too hot. Your pulse spiking too high. 

“One round,” Eris growls, lowering himself to your throat, serpentine tongue flickering up the length of your neck, so much rougher than a human one. His hips shift once more, each scale scraping between your legs, hypersensitive to touch. “Let me show you.”

You flush, tilting your head to one side in attempts to squirm away but it only allows more space for him to place himself, razor-sharp incisors dragging themselves over your soft skin. He’s so much larger than you, so much stronger. His tail alone is probably six times your height…maybe seven, and his torso is lined with muscle, muscle that allows him the flexibility and lithe movements of a great snake. It’s probably the hot grip he has on your body, on your hips, that’s making you curious; probably the enticing drag of his heavy cock between your legs that’s making you sweat; probably the intense look in his golden amber eyes that has undeniable arousal gathering along your spine. 

With his head dipped to your throat he looks almost like he’s bowing and a heady pleasure rises to your mind, as though you might have some kind of control over a creature as large and as terrifying as this one. One who could surely overpower you effortlessly, tangling you in his tail and pulling you apart how he likes. He has no reason to ask for your willingness. And yet you want to give it to him. Want to know what it’s like, to lie with a naga. 

Teeth tuck into your lower lip and your throat rolls as the decision is finalised. “One round,” you whisper, arousal making your voice tremble—are you really getting to do this? Eris groans heavily, pulling back from your body to slide the retractible point on his claw down over your abdomen, catching beneath the fabric still clinging to your hips. It sounds like scissors snipping through cloth as he neatly cuts the remaining clothing from your body, his pupils blowing wide as he lays eyes on you. Your hands find his wrists, enough human fear still within you to think. “Be gentle,” you request, shifting beneath him on the fleece, heart pounding wildly in your chest.  

Eris squeezes your waist once in reply, then he’s running the flushed and leaking tip of his cock up and down your centre, mixing arousal with every movement. There’s a lot, even at this stage. Eris pushes himself closer between your legs, his hands moving so his thumbs can dig into the meat of your thighs to hold them apart and you know that even if you tried you wouldn’t be able to pull yourself free. He’s got you completely at his mercy. 

You inhale as the head of his cock presses between your thighs, large and hot, that pearly liquid still leaking onto you and you ache to feel him slide in. An ache that only he can fix, one so acute you aren’t sure how you made it this long without pushing yourself open for him and clambering on top of his hips, seating yourself where you belong. “Eris…” 

Amber eyes pierce into you and your grip on reality dissipates as he slips inside, stuffing your cunt full in one slow, deep stroke. 

Your spine arcs, toes curling as you stretch around him, able to feel every smooth, jade scale of his base as it enters, his cock nestled away inside of you. Something slips out from his tip. Hot and wet. How much of that liquid is already inside of you? Dripping from the slit in his head? 

“Have you ever lain with another creature before?” Eris asks. Are you supposed to be able to respond right now? With the pressure he’s putting between your legs? 

You manage a shake of your head, and glittering teeth flash in a lazy grin. “You’re going to enjoy it,” he whispers, pride and pure arrogance dripping from his tone. “I’ll make sure you’re begging for more after. That you’re crying for pleasure. As desperate for me as I am for you.” 

“You don’t-…” Your spine arcs, eyes sliding shut as your brows knit together, feeling as a wave of his arousal is released inside of you, the liquid releasing more thickly now and you wonder in the back of your mind if lubricant is primarily released by the males rather than the females of his species. What were you trying to say? 

“I don’t…?” 

You can hear the mirth in his voice, that lazy drawl and picture that smug glint in his eyes. “You look fine,” you manage to pant out, chest rising and falling rapidly, wishing you had the energy to shift your hips but the thought of the pleasure alone has your muscles turning slack, thighs trembling as this massive, serpentine creatures keeps you held to the ground. “You aren’t…why…? …I’m a mess, and you’re…” 

“I’m?” You can picture the teasing smirk on his mouth. A moan slips from your lips in place of words and a flush of embarrassment spreads through your chest, fingers moving to soften your noise. 

“I’ll make you moan louder if you try to muffle them,” Eris drawls, his low chuckle razor sharp and honed. “Would you like me to start?” 

“We haven’t-… Haven’t we already…?” His cock drags out of you and you whimper at the emptiness, missing the pleasurable scrape of his scales against your wet inner walls, the hot weight of his second cock resting heavily over your abdomen, leaking more fluid, occasionally pushing at your clit when his hips are tight to your own. Your hands scramble, searching for him in a daze, and he laughs. 

The moan you release when he slides in to the hilt is loud and wanton, a heady pleasure dizzying your mind. You can feel him again, that delicious stretch, probably pushing up through the skin of your abdomen. Looking down, you whimper at the cum pooling on your stomach—would it taste good? 

“Aren’t you a lucky human?” Eris whispers, closing in on your throat as he rocks into you. You’re thankful for his gentle pace, taking care not to hurt you even if you’re beginning to want him to hit harder. You can’t imagine anything hurting anymore, not the buck of his hips, nor the scrape of his teeth, nor the pressure of being entirely full, finding a way to fit both of them inside of… “How many of your kind get to experience this kind of lay, do you think? A few dozen, across the world? And you’re getting to be one of them, too. Aren’t you lucky?” 

Your toes curl as his thrusts speed, his hips rolling so his cock begins rubbing up against a spot inside of you that makes you want to move with him. A biological instinct urging you to lift your hips to meet him. You try to shoot him a glare for his mockery but you can hardly manage to keep your gaze straight. Panting fills the air, the blissed out, needful expression that had been consuming Eris’ features now transferred to you and you have to wonder if his mind has somehow become clearer now his want is being satiated, compared with you own human mind that only grows foggier and dumber with every ounce of pleasure he pours into you. 

You squeal when a peak of pleasure pulses through your body, an overwhelming high that makes your thighs tremble, crying out and making noises you didn’t know you could—that you’d ever be so caught up in your own feelings that you wouldn’t care for how embarrassing they would be. There’s hot liquid inside of you, spilling into parts so deep it feels like he’s inside your stomach. 

He doesn’t stop, cock still dragging in and out of your sensitive heat and your legs tremble, shaking with every thrust as perspiration gathers along your skin. “Eris…” you pant, fingers shakily trying to pry his own from your hips. “You-…you said one round…” Tears gather in your eyes, cunt fluttering wildly as he keeps stuffing you full, head tipping back into the fleece as the flames burn hotter in the cave, feeling like you’re trapped beneath glass during a hot summer’s day. 

“Done already?” Eris drawls, teasing mirth lacing his tone. “You haven’t even taken the second one, let alone the first. Is your etiquette so poor?” 

“I-…” You’re struggling to speak, fingers partially locked around his wrists, needing something to cling onto. “You… You said one round! We… Stop…” 

“Stop?” He says it like he’s never heard the word before. “Why would I stop? I can tell you’re enjoying it.” 

“It’s too much!” You’re going to fall apart if he puts any more pleasure into your body. Breaking past your threshold and obliterating it entirely. “I can’t… I can’t do anymore…” 

Eris laughs, the deep rumbling noise reverberating through the caves, echoing of the rock walls. “You can,” he whispers, an edge to his voice that makes your hairs stand on end. His hands squeeze your hips, then you’re being hauled upward and tossed onto your hands and knees. His hips pull back, then he slams himself in to the hilt, and you’re so full you think cum might start dripping from your mouth. When does he stop releasing it? How much longer until he reaches his own high? You can’t take much more of this… 

Your mouth falls open as his grip on your hips tightens and he begins pounding into you. Pounds and pounds of muscle all working together to snap his hips to your own. 

That creamy liquid begins dripping down your thighs and into the fleece, more spilling onto your back, leaking from his second cock and trickling down to his base before being stuffed inside of you again. 

“For someone who said they can’t take anymore, you’re doing remarkably well,” Eris muses, sounding completely at ease despite the hunger and heat that’s plying you apart. Are you going to come again? 

One of his large hands leaves your hip, curving around your waist to slip between your thighs and tears push from your eyes as the rough pad of his finger finds your clit. Moans grow louder, being shoved from your lungs with every snap of his powerful body. It feels so good, so overwhelmingly good and yet you feel like you’re about to fall apart, like you might collapse any second now and melt into the ground. 

You try to swallow but your throat is dry, your arms trembling beneath the strain of holding yourself up, and he’s still going, showing no signs of fatigue or of wavering. How long is it going to take for him to come?

The circles on your clit grow tighter and meaner, and you almost feel like he’s teasing you, speeding up the oscillations then slowing almost to a stop entirely, giving you calculated bursts of pleasure as his cock drives in and out of you, all while his second is resting heavy against your lower back. Your mouth drops open as he speeds the circles again and another high flushes through your body, making your skin sizzle and tingle, cunt fluttering again while he remains unhurried above you. 

You can’t help it—your arms give out, upper body flopping into the fleece as your cheek pushes against the soft padding. 

Behind you Eris chuckles, like you’ve done something endearing. “Tired already?” 

His thrusts begin to slow, and your breaths pant out into the ground. You whimper when you feel cum beginning to slide down the slope of your spine, squirming at the strange feeling, how hot it still is. You try to push yourself up but the hand between your legs removes itself, instead splaying his palm across your back, keeping you pinned to the make-shift bed while his cock remains full inside of you. 

“What- what are you doing?” You can still hardly speak, despite the break he’s allowing you. You make an uncomfortable noise when he spreads the liquid across your back, lungs sharply pulling in air with surprise and…the smallest bit of arousal. Is it a territorial thing? Marking? You hope not. “Eris,” you whimper, trying to shift beneath his hold but he’s got you pinned. “Eris- What are you doing? Oh-” His palm has slipped beneath you, both hands now running up over your stomach, slicked with his release. 

“My kind lives long,” he murmurs, your breath hitching when his palms cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing across your nipples, still slick with that hot, creamy liquid. “But despite that, offspring are rare. We have our mating season, and breeding frenzies, and we’re still a dwindling species.” You moan as his hands roam your body, palming your breasts in a way that has warmth unspooling in your lower belly. When he pulls away you nearly whine but manage to keep control of yourself. When he pulls out however, you couldn’t care less how needful or humiliating the sounds are you’re releasing—you need him to be inside of you again. 

When he lays you on your back your thighs are already open, legs parted and ready for him again despite how sensitive you still are, cunt tingling with pleasure, clit puffy and swollen from attention. He wraps one hand around your leg, lifting it easily from the ground as he digs his thumbs into the meat of your thigh, continuing to slather your body in release. You tighten around nothing, palms lifting from the fleece to cup your sensitive breasts, lightly swiping your thumbs across the slicked peaks, shivering from pleasure. You’ve never known yourself to be so sensitive. 

“Most of my kind has to survive on those aids alone,” he continues, and you whimper as his hands keep working your body, rubbing through sore spots and pulling taut muscle apart to release the built up tension that’s already gathered in your comparatively small frame. “My bloodline, however,” Eris says, an amused lilt in his voice that has your ears pricking, heat fluttering in your lower tummy as he leans closer, his long, silky hair tickling your collar bones, fangs glittering in the firelight. “We get a little something extra. To help keep us going.” 

Your brows furrow, barely following him. Too busy thinking about what his cock will feel like when it’s inside you again. Because there’s no way he’s leaving you without giving you more. You won’t be able to manage. “What is it?” 

Elegant, narrow lips curve at their edges, pressing himself between your legs so you can feel the hot weight of his cock over your centre, resting against your clit. “An aphrodisiac.” 

Your eyes blink wide open, staring at him. “A what?” 

Eris smirks, hips pulling back and your thighs fall open of their own accord. You squirm, breaths becoming heavier as the head of his cock catches on your clit, dragging down through your centre, coming to a pause between your thighs before nudging once at your entrance. “You tricked me!” You accuse, half-heartedly attempting to squirm away but you want him again so badly. To think of all that release coating your body, skin absorbing those arousing properties so you’re conditioned to want him…should you find that repulsive? Are you supposed to dislike that? You can’t think straight anymore. 

Eris smirks, and your stomach flips, legs subconsciously opening wider. “Would you like me to stop?” He asks, allowing his fingers to splay across the top of your thigh, ticklishly tracing in circular patterns. “I will if you ask me to.” But I don’t think you can, goes unspoken. 

“You said just one round…” you pant, not quite denying you want more but evading his question. Do you want him to stop? If he stops now does that mean you’ll never get this again? Eris’ smirk broadens to a grin and your hips incline from the fleece, trying to push him even a little deeper but he pulls away. “Shall I stop?” He repeats, amber eyes glinting knowingly. “I can return you to your home, if that’s what you’d like? It’s what you’ve been asking for all this time, after all.” 

This time, you do glare at him: a simmering look that you hope he feels the burn of. 

“You want me to ask you for it? Is that what you want?” You’re pleased with the snappiness of your voice. Eris’ eyes gleam with hunger, snaking closer, the head of his cock almost slipping inside of you and it’s a feat of pure spite that keeps you from bucking your hips to get him deeper, fighting off the aphrodisiac that’s already sunk its claws so deep. You incline your chin, desire bubbling away in the pit of your tummy, so desperate for him to stuff you full again. “Make me.” 

Eris’ pupils nearly swallow his irises with hunger, then a deep-throated laugh is rolling from his chest, breathless and lined with strain. His serpentine tongue flickers out once before he’s pulling back, enough for you to desperately bite down on a whine. “Alright,” he muses, rough-voiced, “if that’s what you want. I can do that.” 

You yelp in surprise when he twists you around, so you’re now spread out on top of him, thighs straddling his powerful serpentine body. 

A heady rush of pleasure goes straight to your cunt, finding the view of being seated atop such a terrifying creature a power trip all on its own. He’s massive. Probably eight times your height, from head to tail. 

Eris holds you atop him, and there’s the teasing press of him between your thighs, his tip just nudging at your entrance. “It’s only going to get worse for you,” Eris reminds with a cocky smirk, keeping you suspended just out of reach of what you need, perched on the very tip of his cock, the second, thicker one lying flat against his stomach, a definite swell at his base. He’s not allowing you to feel even an ounce of relief. What have you gotten yourself into? You’d thought asking him to make you would result in Eris pounding you into the bedspread, but instead it seems you’ve started a challenge you have no chance of winning. How are you supposed to outlast him? 

As if he can read your mind he grins. “I can’t imagine how you’ll cope once the symptoms start presenting. Heightened sensitivity; influx of arousal fluid; increase in temperature…” He laughs, eyes glinting. “You’ll be begging me to fit both into your poor cunt, if you aren’t too careful.” His lips curve and his tail rattles, tongue flickering out in that menacing way of his. Eris’ eyes darken, grip tightening, voice softening to a whisper as he croons, “If you ask sweetly enough, I might even give you a break when you pass out.”

 

Hot flame scorches your cheeks, palms weakly attempting to scramble at his fingers, plying them from your hips but it’s a hopeless task. As if to flaunt his power his tail rattles somewhere behind you, serpentine tongue flickering teasingly over his charmingly narrow lips. Sensual, and soft. Fangs flashing in the firelight.

Arousal drips down onto his cock, slowly drooling down the length of him to mix with the leaking cum that’s already gathered at his base. 

You gasp as his tail begins slithering around your middle, coiling once around your hips, snaking up your waist, tightening gently until he’s slid himself thrice around your torso. The rattle snickers before you and you don’t even attempt to pull his tail from your body—you have no hope of overpowering him. And yet it’s arousing, the flush squeeze of his tail to your waist, perched so teasingly atop his cock, his hips poised to drive up into you the moment you give in. Ask for it. Beg for him. 

Is it the aphrodisiac making you think like this? It must be. 

But now you can’t comprehend the idea of ever not wanting him, and logic is lost. 

Heat gathers between your legs—hot, liquid heat that drools like syrup down the inside of your thighs. His tongue flickers again and in that moment you’re convinced that if he had legs he might crawl to drag his tongue over your sex. The thought flies away as swiftly as it’s delivered and embarrassment shudders down your spine from the obscenity. Is it still getting hotter in here? 

Eris’ lips curve in a coy smirk, oozing arrogant self-satisfaction as he watches you begin to unravel, squeezed atop his cock, the tip barely inside. Amber eyes glitter and he removes his hands from your hips, resting them beneath his head while his tail keeps you suspended above, straddling his hips. “You look like you want something.” 

His tail rattles and you open your mouth to argue but then the tip is tentatively prodding between your thighs, rubbing leisurely over the intimate part. Your mouth pops open. Thighs tensing. Toes curling. Insides fluttering. 

His lips curve. “Like that?” 

Eris’ tail rattles, and your vision blurs as sensitive reverberations are pressed onto your clit. Rapid, heavy pulses that have your finger pads digging into the impenetrable scales of his tale, a deep jade at his top and a creamy, cotton pale on his underbelly. 

“Please…” It’s not even a whisper. Less than a breath. 

He hears it. Of course he hears it. But he pretends not to, arching a brow with a smug gleam in his eyes. “What was that?” 

His tail rattles again, and he lowers you a little further onto his cock, his tip nestling just inside of you but keeping the steep head of himself from slipping in any further. You flush, trying to squirm your way into having more but his tail shifts around you and suddenly you can’t even swirl your hips. You release a gasp of frustration. “You can’t do that,” you huff, pulse spiking. “That’s unfair.” 

“Unfair is having to play these games with you just so you’ll be happy about sitting on my cock,” Eris counters in a half-amused drawl. You can’t make out the other half, but it’s something edged. Something fraying. 

You try to turn your nose up at him, weakly attempting to fold your arms over your chest, forearms resting atop the uppermost coil of his tail. “You’re the only one insisting on playing these games.” Eris arches a brow, smirking “Do you wish I wasn’t?” 

Yes. But you can’t tell him that. His smile widens as if he knows and his tail rattles as if in reward. You try to swallow your moan but the tightness of your throat only makes the sound whinier, more needy and sultry. Humiliation flutters in your lower belly and Eris grins. “Can’t you imagine how good it’ll feel? Remember how I stretched you out? Remember how you felt coming with me inside of you?” His tail rattles, tongue flickering, and you’re dangerously near the edge again. “Maybe you need some encouragement.” 

His tail convulses around you as it shifts, parts compressing and expanding as the length of his tail from its last coil to his tip grows longer until it can comfortably slide between your legs, teasingly shifting suddenly so he’s coiled only once around your waist but keeping your ankles apart, the end of his tail allowed to rub over your centre, his rattle scraping your clit. Your legs are shaking, shuddering, a wild heat burning beneath your skin as he holds you apart for him to see, the firelight making it so nothing is hidden from him and you can imagine how your cunt must be glistening with the orange glow of the flames. 

Eris smirks, more liquid leaking onto his stomach. “You should really see yourself,” he says, pushing himself up from the fleece. He’s keeping you suspended high enough that now he’s propping himself upright he’s at eye-level with your cunt. His tongue flickers again, and he laughs lowly at your response. The attempted tilt of your hips. “I won’t make you beg for this,” Eris muses, and you have a curse waiting on your tongue but you’re brought that little bit closer and his palms wrap over the tops of your thighs, holding you like you’re an exceptionally large goblet he’s drinking deeply from. One he must use both hands to drink from. 

Your eyes roll, lids fluttering. His tongue is wet but rough, teasingly light and frustratingly playful in its licks. Zipping and flickering at your clit before his lips close around your heat, sealing you inside the humidity of his mouth, forcing you to endure the tauntingly pleasurable stimulation. And it feels so good. The intimacy and sensitivity of having such a clean part of him on…well…between your legs. Willingly applying himself, sinfully enraptured, eyes slid shut as he tastes you. 

Freedom from observation gives you a fabricated sense of safety and the tension melts from your body, relaxing back into his tail, legs practically falling open for him as your head tips back, ready and accepting, prepared to feel the glistening high barrel through your body, pulsing through your thighs and abdomen, dripping onto his tongue. 

You tighten, and he stops. 

A frustrated cry slips from your lips. “Eris!” 

He smirks. “Ask me.” 

A noise between a groan and a whimper escapes your lungs. You don’t want to ask him. But can you really last any longer? You were so close, like a word on the tip of your tongue, it was right there. You avert your eyes, refusing to look at him. He’s too handsome to look at head on. Your throat rolls. “Please…” You lick your lips. “I want… I want another round.” 

His grin broadens into something that could never be mistaken for human, and his fangs catch in the firelight as the rough of his tongue drags slowly, intentionally over your clit, keeping his eyes on yours. Your toes curl and your hips buck, trying for more friction. “It took you long enough,” Eris grins, flickering his tongue teasingly over your clit as you’re swiftly being brought back to that high. “You’re the one who-” But you gasp as his tongue snakes inside of you, rough and surprisingly strong and it pushes upwards. 

You squirm at the unfamiliar sensation, trying to wriggle away from him but he laughs onto your cunt. When his tongue retracts to return to your clit it’s coated in slick, gleaming arousal, and you feel thick liquid drip down from your entrance. His tail guides your legs over his shoulders, hands wrapping around your hips as he tilts your body to drink from you properly. 

The orgasm blows through your body, heat glistening and pulsing through your thighs as white-hot pleasure sparks. His mouth is entirely sealed over your cunt and he times the small convulsions of his tail to the fluttering of your cunt, making it feel like the high truly is passing throughout your entire body. 

Your skin is slick again, a lasting mix of his release and a fresh sheen of perspiration, chest heaving as Eris’ mouth soothes over your sensitive cunt, clit turned puffy and sore from all the attention. You flinch as he drags his tongue over it again, suckling and tugging with his teeth, your vision blurring and your feet kick. “Eris! Stop, I can’t-” Your breath hitches as his suction increases, stretching out the last drops of your orgasm, feeling the pulses slowly begin to fade into that hazy buzz beneath your skin.

It’s a effort to swallow, compromising precious breaths with the shift. 

Eris chuckles lowly, amber eyes like molten gold in the firelight. “So quickly?” 

You flush, heat gathering beneath your cheeks as you try to look away. It’s not like you could help it. It seems to only further his amusement, tail lightening around your waist and a sigh of relief slips from your lungs as he guides you back from his mouth, allowing you to rest your palms on his abdomen, thighs straddling his hips. You’ll be thankful to bask in the warm heat of the fire for a bit, let the tension and pleasure again seep from your muscles. 

But Eris isn’t even considering allowing you a rest. After all, you’ve only just started. And he still hasn’t reached completion. 

A moan slips from your lips when you feel the head of his cock nudge at your entrance. You can do nothing to protest as he slips you down his length, so wet there isn’t an ounce of resistance. Not even as he stuffs you full, so you’re sat tight to his lap. Now all you want is to buck your hips. 

Seeing your mouth open, Eris presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, your words swiftly failing as your head hangs, too exhausted to hold yourself up anymore. “Feeling tired?” He croons, but there’s heat in his voice. You manage to lift your head to look at him but your eyes instead trail down his body, over his chest, his stomach, his abdomen, until you see where your bodies are joined. You tighten around him once and become abruptly aware of how deep he can go. How full he’s made you. 

Trying to clear your throat but failing, you avert your eyes. “Why haven’t you…?”

Eris smirks. “Why haven’t I…?” 

“Found…completion.” Eris scoffs, but strangely you don’t feel scorned. Maybe it’s something to do with the tender circles he’s putting into your hip with one hand. Skimming across the bare expanse. “You haven’t let me enjoy you long enough to find my pleasure,” he drawls, both hands now at your hips, tail rattling somewhere behind you. You blink. “But isn’t the whole point of this that you…?” 

His brow quirks and you flush. “I will,” he muses, “eventually.” 

“Eventually,” you echo. “How long?”

Eris considers. “At the rate you’re going…” He pauses. “Maybe three days?” 

“Three days!” You stare at him, mortified. You can’t do this for three days, and tell him as much. Eris cocks his head in mock sympathy. “Well, we could always keep going,” he muses, eyes gleaming. “You’re who I’m waiting on.” 

“Because I just-!” Frustration simmers beneath your flesh. You can’t keep going when you’re so sensitive. You need time for a break to cool off. You aren’t like him. “Fine,” you mumble, pushing a decisiveness into your voice that you don’t feel. You swallow. “Just keep going until you…find what you want.” You look to the shadows cast on the floor and wall, seeing how you’re joined together with his long tail coiling behind you. “It seems unfair that you should get nothing out of this…” 

“Believe me, I’m getting plenty out of this.” As if to emphasise, a fresh spill of release is pushed from the slit in his heat, hot enough you shudder as it slips down your thighs. A question passes through your mind. “Can you control that?” Eris raises a brow. “Can you control that?” You nod to his cocks, the cum leaking to his base, “The amount coming out?” He nods, and the liquid stops. Your brows furrow, “Why do you…? Oh.” The aphrodisiac. Right. 

“Anymore questions?” Eris grins wickedly. “I’d be happy to show you more answers.” You shake your head hurriedly, trying to press your fingers to his abdomen to keep the trembles away. Hopefully it won’t be too much. “You can start.” 

The smile Eris gives you is softer than any other he’s offered thus far, and you sit back onto him, letting your weight pull you down. “I’ll be gentle,” he reminds, and you flush. Unsure whether the warmth comes from embarrassment or appreciation. But then his lips curve themselves into a familiar tilt, “For as long as you want me to be.” 

You have half a mind to land a pat to his stomach to exhibit your annoyance but his large palms have wrapped themselves around your hips and an ungodly whimper slips from your lips as he lifts you to the top of his cock and drops you back down. Your eyes flutter, vision stuttering as he hits deep, pushing up cozily to a spongey part that’s soft and sensitive. Your mouth won’t work, tongue lolling just over your teeth, not out enough to brush your lower lip but more relaxed than dignified. 

Eris’ hips work, starting off gradual to re-accustom you to the slow, deep strokes he gives. His tail rattles and a shiver works its way briskly up your spine. He fills you up so well. 

“Feeling good?” Eris asks, and you manage a vague nod, trying to keep yourself balanced as he lifts you up and down. Trying your best to move with him, though he doesn’t need the help. He can move you just fine on his own, and has proved. 

“Come on,” he drawls, “you can do better than that.” 

“I…” You’re breathless. “Like…it…”

“Ready for a little more?” 

“More?” You manage, sounding dismayed. More?

Eris’ hips buck sharply and you cry out from the pleasure, mouth popping open as a gasp splits the quiet of the air. He raises a brow, “You like that a lot, don’t you?” Words form in your mind but don’t reach your lips, tongue feeling numb and far off. “Alright…let’s go a little harder.” Eris’ grip tightens on your hips, muscles flexing along his stomach and forearms and your stomach lurches as the speed increases, his hips bucking up to meet you as he slams you down. 

You babble from surprise, the pads of your fingers scrambling across his chest as you search for some kind of stability. He smirks then his tail once again wraps you in his powerful warmth, keeping you steady as you’re bucked forcefully enough to almost convince you he’s trying to kick you off. Your toes curl and your vision blurs as you feel the tightening of a third orgasm approaching. A whimper slips from your lips—maybe you shouldn’t have said you’d be fine without a break. He’s already reduced you to a babbling mess and it’s been a little more than a minute. 

A small dose of relief is afforded to you when you think you pick out a faint pink colouring his cheeks. But that could just be the flame. You hope it’s colour though. Hope he’s actually getting a little breathless. But it still looks like you’re going to reach your high first. 

“A little harder?” Eris asks, and this time you can tell it’s affecting him. His pupils are dilated and there’s more of a sheen on his chest, a jitteriness to the scales wrapped around your middle. You don’t even think as you nod your head, the pleasure leaving logical thoughts behind. Eager to experience his high of pleasure.  

Before you know it he’s flipped you over, back once again pressed into the fleece allowing him to target spots specifically, holding you down as his hips drive into you and you think you might scream. Breaths rapidly pant from your mouth, chest heaving as he keeps pounding you into the ground. The orgasm swells out of nowhere and you clamp your hands over your mouth to keep your noises muted, a part of you remembering your dignity. 

No sooner than your palm has lifted toward your mouth his hands have shackled your wrists and slammed them to the floor, hips bucking upwards as his amber eyes pierce down into you in warning, his earlier words passing through your mind. I’ll make you moan louder if you try to muffle them.

The third orgasm is overwhelming. More intense than the first and second ones combined and worse than making you moan louder, or making you scream or beg, he rips your voice away entirely. 

Your body tightens, strict stitches of pleasure knotting your muscles and binding you into a beautiful arched bow, drawn back to its full stretch before being released, tension sizzling throughout your body as your ties snap. Tears drip down into your hair and he doesn’t stop—continuing like you’d agreed. You can’t even swallow, struggling to breathe as liquid pleasure floods your lungs, like laughing so hard you become breathless except it’s heat and silver tingles and pure heaven that’s filling your body.

When his pace begins to slow you can’t help but look at him strangely. You’d told him it was okay—and it still is. You want more. You want it to last longer. Want him to put more into you. Until you can’t speak, breathe, moan, sob, or stare. 

“What?” You manage breathlessly, “What are you doing?” 

“That desperate for me?” He drawls, but there’s obvious strain in his jaw. “That hungry?”

“Keep going,” you breathe, arching into him, breasts pushing fully against his hard chest. “Don’t stop.” 

“It’ll feel better soon,” he promises, and you gasp a sob as he begins pulling away from you. His fingers replace the emptiness he’s left but it doesn’t compare and you writhe as they stroke and rub up against that spongey part. “Be good,” Eris chides in a whisper, hot breath ghosting your collar bones, making your nipples harden. “Behave and it’ll feel even better.” 

You can’t imagine him doing anything other than what had originally gotten you tossed into overstimulation ever getting you there again. He should keep fucking you like that. Why stop? 

Breath chokes in your throat as his fingers slide out, coated in thick slick, sliding further down between your thighs. He circles the tight ring of muscle once before slowly working his middle finger inside. 

You jerk, squirming on the fleece at the foreign feeling, wild heat flushing your features as you gasp and scold him repeatedly but he simply hushes you with that look of his. A mix of lust and comfort. Strangely reassuring. It doesn’t detract from the humiliation you feel when both his fingers slide in, slowly, so slowly and gently pushing and prodding further inside, steadily working you open with tentative touches. 

When his fingers withdraw, you breathe a sigh of relief. One that swiftly vanishes when you feel the head of the cock that had just been fucking you dumb push closer between your legs. You look at him, alarmed, but Eris leans down and pushes his mouth over your lips. His tongue flickers out, hot and rough and you moan at the sensation. The abrasive drag as he tastes the inside of your mouth. So pleasing you hardly notice as he lines his second cock up with your entrance, slicking himself up with his free hand as he prepares himself. 

Your arms wrap up over his shoulders, pulling him close enough that fiery red hair tickles your chest, pooling along the line of your collar bones, tickling your cheeks. 

Eris’ hips push forward gently and you arc up into him, Eris bowing over your body as his arm slips beneath the arch of your spine, holding you together as his mouth grazes your throat. The pressure is unimaginable; incomparable. So, full. You can’t even buck your hips. Can’t even shift them. This is what he needs? You guess it makes sense, in some distant part of your mind. If he has two, he’d want stimulation for both. 

“Can you-?” You gasp, unable to speak. “I want… Stop holding it back…” Eris raises from your neck to look down at you, brushing away strands of hair that have been stickily suctioned to your temple and forehead, sweat turning your skin silky. “I want to feel it…” You pant. Eris gets the message well enough, and moans begin dripping from your mouth as liquid begins once more leaking out inside of you. 

“I need you to open a bit more,” Eris whispers, so close you could kiss him again. Instead you stare up at him blankly—open up more? 

“Eris I can’t,” you plead, looking at him beseechingly. But he smiles, pressing another kiss to your mouth, tongue flicking across your nipped-at lower lip. “You can,” he assures, and breath is physically pushed from your lungs as his hands slide beneath the divots of your knees, taking care not to move too swiftly as he lifts your legs to your chest so his torso is cradled between your calves. The position creates just enough room, and you recall the swollen flare at his base like a knot, breath stopping entirely as you feel it slip in. 

You cry out from the pleasure, babbling hotly against his pretty, narrow lips, his serpentine tongue flickering as if he might drink your noises straight from your mouth. “Eris…” you whimper, “I- I can’t. I can’t.” 

“You’re already there,” he whispers. 

Heat pushes up from your flesh, seeping out as droplets of perspiration slide down the length of your spine, rolling along the curve of your breasts to drip down the side of your ribs, dampness gathered beneath the bend of your knees. Surely more at the nape of your neck, trickling back into your hair from your temples. 

Eris rolls you back over and you nearly slump on top of him. Would have, if it wasn’t for his tail coiling once more around your torso. He’s given you some time to adjust but the stretch is still… Your body aches just thinking about it. You can’t help the tears of relief that fall from your lashes that there’s no stinging from the pressure. Just gentle, firm heat. Nothing poking or prodding, just slowly filling you up as far as your body can take, and no further. Pushing your limits while taking exceptional care not to hurt them. Treasured. 

“Ready for movement?” Eris asks, looking up at you with darkened eyes that swirl with arousal, heavy clouds of smokey lust billowing behind his amber irises, pupils blown out wide. Could you deny him even without an aphrodisiac stripping you of sense? You can’t imagine it. 

You nod your head. 

With infinite care, he raises you from straddling his hips, far enough it’s just his head inside each hole, then supporting your weight as you come back down. On the first few goes you lean into his touch, letting him guide you safely. But once you become adjusted to the size, and the stretch, and the pressure, you become steady enough to make your own moves. 

Your hips circle once of their own accord, and Eris’ head tips back into the fleece from pleasure. A low, husky groan resounds off the cave walls, sparkling with humidity, and your insides flutter. Is that from you? Is it you making him do that? Heady power goes straight to your head, repeating the action to find out what he’ll do—if it’s as fun watching him come undone as he seemed to find it watching you fall apart. 

A strained moan breathes from his chest, hungry and needful and energy refills your body. You need him to crumble. 

“Eris?” You whisper, running your fingertips up over the muscles of his stomach, “Is this good?” You flex those inner muscles around him as you swirl your hips and his eyes slide shut, thumbs circling over the skin of your waist. “Should I do more?” You ask, bucking slightly as you begin sliding up and down. Your hands rise higher, running over his chest before dragging back down, the point of your nails lightly scraping over his stomach. 

Eris groans and his palms tremble where they’re wrapped around your hips, keeping a tight hold of you as you rock back and forth. “Are you finally feeling good now?” You murmur, half in a haze of pleasure, your head in the clouds. “Stop…saying things like that.” Comes his strained reply, low and rough in his throat. “Why?” You whisper, moving with more effort, wanting desperately to bring him more pleasure. “I want you to feel good… You still haven’t-”

Amber eyes pierce into you as the end of his tail bands around your jaws, silencing your words. You peer down at his tail, whimpering as you watch him, making sounds that before you would have been too embarrassed to make. “I don’t want to… I’m going to be gentle with you.” 

There’s resolve in his voice that needs breaking.

You make a small noise in your throat of discomfort and his tail releases you, but instead you lean forward and allow your tongue to loll over your lower lip as you take a slow lick up his rattle. 

Eris’ eyes widen, fingers shaking on your hips as his chest rapidly rises and falls, unable to look away. You explore the shape of him, tracing your tongue around the tip experimentally, liking the feel of having something to do with your mouth. Preoccupying your tongue. You whimper, and Eris tentatively slides the rattle forward, pushing past your lips. Heat tingles through your body and you aren’t sure if he’s even getting any stimulation from this or whether he’s just transfixed by the sight. 

With a final circle of your tongue you pull away, licking your lips. “I don’t want gentle anymore.” You press a wet kiss to the end of his tail. “I want you to cum.” 

Eris’ hands put bruises into your hips and you’re able to feel the influx of hot liquid inside of you. Excitement bubbles away in your abdomen. It all feels good and you can’t help but want more. 

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he bites out, tail writhing behind you, sending shadows scrambling across the walls. You nod. It’s enough for him, because the next thing you know he’s raising you from his hips, lifting you into the air so only the head of his cocks remain inside of you, sticky strands of slick webbing between your bodies and then he’s bringing his hips up to meet yours. 

The breath is knocked from your body, sound rendered useless. Toes curl, thighs spasm, mouth opens. Fingers scrambling for purchase. 

Now he’s keeping you aloft in the air, no longer sliding you up and down but pounding you from beneath. You lose track of how long it goes on for, unable to move as he keeps you still through that grip on your hips. Every buck hits a spot, every thrust has your clit brushing his abdomen, every subtle roll he adds makes you want to cry. Tears spill down your cheeks—it feels so good but it’s so much to take. And he’s muttering under his breath, words so fast you struggle to hear unless you pay attention. Mine, and perfect. Curses interrupted by moans. Breathless praises and sounds that seem almost pleading. 

You gasp as hot cum pours into your body, flooding you as it begins pumping out down your thighs, unable to contain all of it. With every fresh wave your sensitivity is heightened, and when his right thumb lowers between your thighs to press on your clit and pull upwards you spiral. 

The world tips and your view is spotted through with strange colours, dots of iridescence dance and it’s all you can do to remain present. 

You’ve never felt like this before. 

His name screams from your lungs, time after time after time, every slam of his hips making it spill again and again. Even through the haze of pleasure you know it lasts longer than it should. His powerful body slicked in sweat and muscles flexing in his stomach, the perspiration on his chest making it obvious with each heaving breath he takes down. He keeps going, his touch unrelenting. 

By the time Eris’ orgasm has seemingly faded his hands are trembling, tail barely strong enough to lift from the ground, completely and utterly spent. With nothing to hold you upright any longer you flop forward onto his chest, uncaring for the mess. His skin is feverishly hot but you suppose so is your own. 

The fire is still crackling in the centre of the cave but no longer bothers you. Now you’ve flopped forward there’s nothing keeping his lengths inside of you save for the knot still stuffed in your cunt, plugging you up as best it can to keep his cum nestled inside. A single amber eye slides open, enough to gaze down at where you’ve tucked yourself against him. “Are you…okay…?” He asks, still gathering his breath. You nod your head, not wishing to speak just yet. 

A smile curves his mouth. “I didn’t think you’d be able to take it so well,” he murmurs, lifting a single hand to stroke hair from your sweat-slicked forehead. “I thought I was prepared to wait weeks until you’d be ready to go long enough…” His expression shifts, something like concern filling his gaze. “Are you certain…you’re okay?” 

“I’ve never felt so good,” you croak. 

It’s insufficient to say so. Nothing in your life compares to the highs of tonight, the adrenaline rush of lying with a creature like him. Learning the different way he fucks. 

You curl tighter into his body, nosing at his skin. Shimmying high enough up his body that you can run your tongue up a part of his neck, tasting sweat in your mouth. So distinctly him. 

Eris shudders underneath you, a final few ounces of cum squeezed from his tip into your cunt, held inside by his knot. 

With surprisingly tender hands he rubs soothingly up and down your sides, both of you exhausted. A small part of you is proud that even he needs a break—one he hadn’t expected to take. If you’d had more energy you would have gloated about it, but with the way he’s holding you, you can’t be bothered. The promise of care and warmth is too alluring. 

You shift your hips and his knot nudges a sensitive part inside of you, making you tighten around him. Eris tenses beneath you before releasing a shuddering exhale. “How long is that going to last?” You mumble sleepily, curiosity the only thing keeping you awake. Eris sighs, and you whine when he rolls his hips tentatively. “Relax,” he encourages, “it’ll go down in a couple of hours.” 

Your brows furrow. “A few hours?” You repeat, but your cheek is smushed against his chest and your eyes have fallen shut. “I’ll explain more later,” Eris shushes, stroking the crown of your head, “when you’re more awake.” 

You can’t argue with that, and frankly don’t want to. There’ll be more to discuss once you wake, but that will be for later. Right now you can hear the deep beat of his heart, your ear pressed close enough to his chest you’re able to feel every beat faintly pulse against your cheek. You never thought you’d come close enough to a naga to hear the tempo of its heart, and yet here you are, happy about it. 

You find yourself anticipating waking, the knot still stuffed in your cunt promising more pleasure, and the warm wrap of his arms around your back promising the home you’ve always secretly wanted. His fingers still awake just enough to be leaving small patterns against your skin, soothing you into sleep with him. 

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[lady-boketto]

10.Slasher! Simon "Ghost" Riley (Call of Duty NSFW)

Summary: Ghost is a serial killer and during one of his sprees, he comes across an unsuspecting couple who are having fun in the woods.

A/n: For an easter egg I wanted this to be the unofficial part two of the Gaz one I wrote yesterday where you and Gaz are the couple in this one lol. But anyway enjoy!

The dark woods felt like home. The way the thick tree trunks groaned under the weight of the breeze. The rush of air cutting right down to the bone with its icy bite. This was where he belonged, stalking through the darkness, weaving through the forest like a shadow. With only the moon to bare witness to the sin of bloodlust.

Leaves crunched under his heavy boots, the soft plinks of blood flowing from the sickle he held tightly in hand, creating an eerie trail as he shifted through the woods aimlessly. Tonight was unlike any other, and he relished in the way the cold night embraced his masked face. He was still feeling the rush of adrenaline when he heard something unusual, in the distance he could make out a tent but that wasn't the part that caught his attention. It was the noises that could be heard coming from the tent.

Ghost made little to no sound as he stalked towards a large tree that was nearby, the roughness of the bark hitting the back of his jacket as he leaned against the oak tree. His breathing was calm as he made up his mind already to attack the unsuspecting couple in their most intimate moment, he was about to strike when was caught off guard by your voice.

“Just like that!~….M-more!”

Your voice cried out as your lover hit that special spot inside you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You couldn’t hold your voice back as it only spurred on your lover to grip your hips harder as they fucked you from behind. The sound of skin slapping against each other as Ghost was frozen in his place outside in the cold, he was enchanted by your moans. You sounded so desperate to be fucked, all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as something in him awoken upon hearing your pleas.

Ghost leaned his head back against the wood, letting out a deep sigh as he gently tossed his weapon to the side, letting it hit the ground with a soft thud before he started to fiddle with the zipper of his jeans. Sighing heavily as one his hands starts to rub his growing erection, while he continues to listen in on the sinful noises that were coming from a few feet away from him. His thoughts get the better of him as can’t help but fantasize that he’s the one fucking your brains out.

Instead Ghost is pushing his pants down just enough to free his cock from his boxers, shivering at the cold air that immediately hits his pale skin as he grips the base of his cock. He eagerly begins to stroke his cock to the sounds of your moans, biting his bottom lip under his mask as he uses his other hand to cup and gently squeeze his balls. His mind teases him as he pictures how you would look underneath him as he pounds into you or how good your lips would look wrapped around his cock.

“You feel so good! I-I’m close!”

His torture continues as he hears you beg for your release.

‘That’s it, take it’

His voice echoes in his mind, his movements becoming sloppier as he felt his body heat up from arousal. With a couple of final strokes Ghost cums with a groan, staining the ground with his seed. His chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath, taking a moment to recover and cleaning himself up the best he can before fixing his pants.

Just as Ghost leans down to pick up his weapon, he hears you cry out one last time as he figures that you’ve reached your climax. A smirk pulls at his lips under his mask, this was perfect timing as he feels his bloodlust from earlier return.

‘This is going to be fun.’

[kinichval]

game's over, you exist now, to my doom

level two.

✦ just wanna make it clear that a label isn't a requirement for you to grieve a lost relationship. words were given and pinkies were crossed, if one side betrays such then it is enough to mourn what was supposed to be.

✦ ALTHO pls do not settle for a relationship like that on the long run. taking it slow is one thing, but whatever k*ito pulled up is bullshit and doesn't deserve a pinch of attention.

✦ literally 'please, please, please' by sabrina carpenter and 'focus' by niki D:<

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when yn's gaming hobby fluctuated after (stupidly) getting disappointed with a gamer she fell in love with, she's out there on valorant rage-gaming her heartbreak and ranting out to strangers who try to mock her d-level aiming skills; and kinich, who was just trying a newly released agent, got wired up in her incessant rambling and the unwanted responsibility to teach her how to play.

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[lightdancingwords]

Come Find Me - Part One

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Series Summary: You are a new arrival to Big Sky, Montana, and found gainful employment with the local insurance department next door to the sheriff’s department. A whole new life with your past haunting you, while Beau is still dealing with the entanglements with his ex-wife. Can either of you succeed in overcoming your ghosts?

Word Count: 2,185

Tags/Warnings: mentions domestic violence, intimate partner violence, minor problems with the police

Divider: credit to @tsunami-of-tears

Chapter One: Arriving On The Wind

Y/N stared at the employment acceptance letter. Your hand trembled. It happened. It was finally happening. A carefully cultivated plan that culminated in an escape from Billings with most of your possessions, a job offer, and even a place to stay until you saved up enough for a place of your own. Most wouldn’t have been so damned lucky.

Still… it was happening. Y/N got away. If Y/N got lucky, maybe Mark didn’t follow you, find you. A tremor in your hand gave away your nervousness, your fear. You swallow hard and brace yourself. You got away. You have the restraining order. You found a self defense class in Big Sky. You’re doing all you can do.

Except… it was so scary. Every step you took, you wanted to flee, turn around and go sobbing apologies into Mark’s arms. You hated it. You felt weak. Your therapist told you over and over it was normal, that it was a natural occurrence that happened between abusers and their victims. It didn’t matter. You hated it.

“Come on, Y/N,” you whisper to yourself. Mark didn’t break you.

You got away.

With a toss of your long auburn hair, a proud lift to your chin, you stepped into the insurance office. There was a ridiculously cheery bell chime attached to the door that made you want to jump out of your skin for half-a-second. It was… well, rather empty. Oh, there was a computer desk setup, the phones lighting up like a Christmas tree, but it was devoid of people.

“Hello?” you call out, hesitant. Did you come to the wrong place? Was the offer letter a fake? God, you hoped not….

You step further inside, your heels clicking against the linoleum floor. You look around the corner, and saw a solitary bathroom door closed. There was light peeking from the bottom of the door. Just as the certainty that someone—possibly the owner—was in there formed in your mind, there was a distinct flush and the sound of the sink running. A moment later, a portly man stepped out.

“May I help you?” he asked, friendly, if guarded.

“Uh, yes,” you said, holding out the letter. “I’m Y/N. I’m here about the job.”

“Oh! Y/N!” He ignored the letter, brightened considerably at you. “Excellent timing! If you weren’t coming in a few days, I was going to have to close up shop for a while.”

You blink, blink again, confused. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, just some family drama in Tennessee. I’m the only one with Power of Attorney and my bloodthirsty relatives are swarming the waters. I would’ve hated to close the office. Please, come, sit, sit,” he insisted, gesturing to the only chair across the computer desk. “I’m Arthur, as the email says.”

You feel the knot loosening in your chest. Arthur was as cheerful as the offer letter made him sound. He ran over the whole business, allowing you to take out a notepad and scribble notes as he explained. Your history working in insurance was a boon, made it easier for him to turn the reins over to you while he dealt with the family drama.

Several hours later, reasonably confident, with copies of the office keys, you stepped out back into the Big Sky sun. Your mind was spinning with information overload, of program notes and the rules of his insurance department. Oh, Arthur worked with local and franchise insurance providers, but he definitely didn’t follow their rules!

“What can I say? I’m a bit of an anarchist!”

God.

However, just as you turned to head to your car, your gaze went up to the neighboring building: Big Sky Sheriff Department. Would there be any point whatsoever…? Evidently your body was saying ‘yes’ as you found yourself walking over to the front door of the department. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of a secretary desk with a sweet, older woman with a tight, gray-haired bun.

“Hi there! How can I help you?” she asked. She’s got a smear of lipstick on her teeth.

You were trying to decide how to tell her when a presence caught your attention. The door to your right opened, the one reading ‘Sheriff Beau Arlen’, and a tall man with bowlegs stepped out. There was something about him, something beyond his attractive looks, that caught your eye. Not that he was ugly; God, far from it.

The secretary glanced over, saw the way you were staring, and smirked. “He’s a tall drink of water, ain’t he?”

You couldn’t look away. After a long moment, it dawned on you why you were drawn to him. He projected this protective air, a kind of warmth, that was at once guarded and incredibly open. As though, if you asked, he’d give you a hug that’d encompass you all over and soothe your hurt away.

When he glanced over, he gave you a polite nod, and oh my God—his eyes. They were so damned green you thought your heart was going to stop. A kind of mossy green that looked as though the sun were shining through them. He had thick lashes—that was so unfair, how dare he have thicker lashes than you?—and a neatly trimmed beard. There was the slightly crook to his nose, a minor imperfection that made everything else just seem all that more incredible. His hair was a bit on the long side, neatly combed back.

“Everythin’ all right, Doris?” he asked, walking over.

For the love of God, Y/N, breathe. You took a shaky breath and call up a smile that felt all kinds of nervous.

Doris smirked at you again. Goddammit. “Well, I don’t know, Beau, this youngin’ hasn’t said anything yet.”

Beau shot you a warmer smile and held out his hand. “Sheriff Beau Arlen, ma’am, at your service.”

Oh don’t you dare say anything dirty, Y/N. Once again, you force yourself to act, to move. “H-hi! I’m Y/N,” you said, taking his offered hand. His fingers felt rough and his hand was warm. The handshake alone was electric, firm. He wasn’t shy about making his strength known.

“Well, nice to meet you, miss,” Beau said, a slight questioning look in his green eyes. “How can we help you today?”

It dawned on you that his accent was out of place in Montana. If anything, it sounded…. “You’re from Texas,” you observed curiously.

Beau’s smile widened. “I am,” he said, hitching his hip against Doris’s desk. “You ever been?”

“Austin, once,” you said with a smile, finding yourself relaxing. “For the music festival.” He was so instantly likable, you were wondering if you were imagining it.

“Good choice,” he said with a nod. “Always nice to meet a fan of ACL.” He shifted his head, just a bit, with a curious tilt. “As much as I’d like to keep talkin’ to a pretty lady, Doris will kill me if I keep sitting on her desk like this.”

“Or threaten to keep my lasagna to myself,” Doris quipped, watching you and Beau with a keen eye.

Beau gave Doris a horrified look. “Doris! Would you really be that cruel?”

“Yes.”

Y/N laughed. The banter was delightful, as was Doris’s wicked grin. “It sounds like the lasagna is really delicious.”

“Big Sky has a lasagna competition—don’t ask me why—and every year, Doris wins,” Beau said, praising his secretary. “She treats me once a week with a big ol’ casserole dish of it. That she’s darin’ to threaten to withhold—”

“Then do your job, sheriff,” Doris said, pinning him with a steely look of her dark eyes. “And take this youngin’ into your office and talk to her.”

“You just said you don’t know what she wanted!” Beau said defensively. Clearly the idea of losing access to Doris’s lasagna was terrifying for him.

Doris whipped a look on you and you knew you were in trouble. “Well?”

All at once, the knot tightened again. Your voice didn’t want to work. Your heart was pounding. It must’ve shown in your face because Doris’s demeanor gentled at once.

“Beau, take her into your office,” Doris said, and there was something different in her voice. A note of compassion that nearly had you weeping.

“Yeah, yeah, hey… come on,” Beau said gently, lightly taking your hand with one hand and the other barely touching the small of your back.

Once he had you in a chair in his office, he shut the door and moved to sit across from you. He leaned forward with a concerned frown. “You all right, darlin’? Need water? Coffee?”

You shook your head. “No…” You managed to talk, finally. You took a breath, then another. The knot loosened enough for you to breathe fully again. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually fall apart like that.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. We get all sorts of folks here in Big Sky. Sometimes, they’re a bit skittish like you. Just gotta treat you gentle and nice, like approachin’ a deer.”

You quirk a brow at him. You never imagined you’d be compared to a deer. “I’m sorry?”

Beau half-smiled. “That got you to shift gears, didn’t it?”

It did. It was such a bizarre comparison her brain shifted into the peculiarities of it instead of dwelling on Mark and why you were here. You couldn’t help it, you let out a soft laugh and shook your head. “I… yeah, it did.”

Beau sat patiently, giving you a gentle, waiting look.

It was that precise expression that had you pouring everything to him. Not all the details—no, that was too much—but how you escaped an abusive relationship, how you moved to Big Sky to get away, how you had to fight for a restraining order… and the fear that Mark would track you down. You didn’t want the sheriff’s department to go blind about any possible phone calls. You wanted them warned, prepared.

Within minutes of you starting, Beau pulled out a notepad and pen, and began taking notes. He’d ask questions, nothing too probing, sensing you weren’t ready. He asked for information—Mark’s full name, his date of birth, his last known address. He asked for the details of the charges, and that had you choking up at one point, especially when you mentioned staying at the hospital….

That part had Beau stopping, and something dark and angry flashed in those beautiful green eyes. Then it was gone and he gave you a soft nod to keep going. Through it all, you had the feeling he was genuinely listening, genuinely cared. Billings Police Department was never like this.

It took over an hour.

Beau raked his fingers through his hair and nodded. “Well. I’ll make sure the deputies are updated on this, miss Y/N,” he said, glancing at the pages he wrote. “That way if you give us a call, we’ll know what’s going on. I’ll have Doris reach out to Billings PD for the files, that way we have copies. Especially your restrainin’ order.”

He paused, weighing his next words. He reached into his top desk drawer, pulled out a card, and slid it over. “My phone number. If you ever feel you need to talk, if somethin’ got you jumpy, whatever, give me a call.”

Your gaze snapped up to him, more than a little surprised. “I can’t—”

“Y/N.” The way he said your name, with that Texas drawl, had your heart stuttering. “There ain’t no shame in acceptin’ help. Take my number. You don’t have to call. I just want you to have the option.”

You swallow hard. Pride goeth, as the idiom went. You take the card, your fingers trembling slightly. You felt Beau’s gaze sharpen on your hands, and wanted to pull away. Instead, you fought that reaction and gave him a weak smile.

“Thank you… sheriff,” you said, hesitating on whether it’d be all right to call him by his name.

“Call me Beau.” He got up, walked around his desk and offered you his hand. You pause, then took the offered hand. How was it he seemed so much warmer than before? “I promise you… if he comes around, I’ll know, and he won’t be able to sneeze without me knowin’.”

Normally such a reassurance would make you laugh, mostly out of disbelief, but Beau’s declaration felt real. As though he truly meant it. “Are you always this helpful?”

He grinned. “Only for pretty ladies.”

This time you did laugh, but it’s soft and startled. His whole face transformed with that line, playful and boyish. “Well, thank you, Beau. I really appreciate it.”

Beau escorted you out of his office, again that light hand on the small of your back. “Anytime, miss. Promise me you’ll call if you need somethin’.”

You glance at him over your shoulder as you reach the door. “I will,” you promised with a smile, feeling lighter, more hopeful.

Doris watched you leave, then quirked a look up at Beau. “Well?”

“Doris… she’s gonna be trouble.”

[kazumist]

perhaps making peace with the reality of not being loved in this lifetime is tough for others—after all, it was tough for you. begging yourself to not get yourself hopes up every time because you knew where it would lead you wasn’t easy.

yet making sure to get used to being alone is the hardest part. at night, you made sure that you’re okay with sleeping alone and that it’s acceptable for you that the other side of the bed would not have a familiar warmth lingering in the sheets. it would be easier to save money when you’re sure that no one would come over for a meal (when you’re sure that you don’t have to buy silverware in pairs so your kitchen cupboard can get touched by cobwebs).

you know you made peace with the reality of not being loved in this lifetime. your skin would decay without being touched by intimacy. one’s hands would fear to let their fingertips near something that’s filled with scars that run deeper than their fears—something so unworthy. you have long accepted that your heart would just be an organ that you would need to live, that it would always be locked within the bones of your ribs, hiding it from the cruel world outside.

pathetic, is it not? to adjust yourself to the thought of spending the rest of your lifetime alone.

you were fine with that (or so you thought).

everything changed when hayato suo came crashing into your life. literally.

it starts with a common occurrence of some other delinquents who couldn’t leave you alone. then you two would see each other often in the streets, and then there were times when your visit to kotoha would collide.

hayato was a gentleman; that information is nothing new. but in some sense, he’s truly a gentle man. the exact moment when his fingertips brushed against your knuckles accidentally was when the peace you made within yourself turned into chaos. the feeling of his fingertips was soft and gentle. your whole body was screaming at you, raging for an outlet.

you didn’t make peace with the idea of not being loved. you were just scared that the fate of being in love would doom you—that this whole belief in love that people seem to believe in would shred you in shambles. yet with only one glance from hayato suo was enough for your high walls to crumble into dust. you could always see an unfamiliar glimmer in his eye when he gazes at you. is that what they call the look of love?

it was a foreign thought to you that someone would ever look at you like they could mend even the most broken parts within yourself. that they could heal the deep scars from within. yet with hayato suo, it all seemed so easy with him. hell, you didn’t even believe that your heart would actually make room for him.

before you knew it, you had already bought an extra set of silverware and dishes for one person—and an extra mug just in case he comes over.

you hope that he does.

[sunrisemill]

I’m bouta bust holy shit

[fashionteahouse]

Hello, can you do Seth x Reader(Mia). Where Mia is the avatar and then Sam announced the Wolfpack there is going to be a tsunami towards the La Push affecting everyone. Mia hasn’t told anyone because they thought she will be a monster. Emily and the Wolfpack were trying to figure it out a way to stop this but Embry announced that “where is Mia”. Everyone went quiet especially Seth because she is his imprint. Everyone went outside and went looking till Jacob saw Mia on a hill with his wolf form. Mia started to breath calmly and then Jacob everyone on his mind that he find Mia. But then Mia’s arms or tattoos started to glow and then her eyes and she started to move the tsunami with her movements. The Wolfpack saw her and they were surprised. Seth kissed Mia.

heyy yes i can 💜 hope you enjoy :)

supernova- seth x reader (mia)

The television hummed as you and the pack’s eyes were glued to the screen. Sitting on Seth’s lap, your head was leaned back on him in a comfortable position as he caressed your arms.

You soon get up and tell the others you have to use the restroom. As you’re walking out, Sam walks in, unplugging the television in the process. Groans burst out as Sam hushed them.

“This is serious. We’re facing a tsunami that’s heading towards La Push.”

The room got quiet and you made your way out the back door, hoping no one would hear you leave out.

”A tsunami?” Emily asks in a panicked state. Sam nods.

“I had to turn off all electricity.” he replies and he holds her to calm her worries down.

“So what, we just have to sit here?” Jacob says in disbelief.

“How are werewolves going to fight against water?” Embry asks him. He takes a pause as he scans the room.

“Where’s Mia?” he asks.

Seth sits upright and noticed that you haven’t come back. He’s noticing the pressure when all eyes are on him, expecting his answer.

“She should be back by now. She just had to use the restroom.” he explains and stands up to see if you’re still there.

The bathroom door is slightly cracked so he knocks lightly. “Mia?” he calls out and when he doesn’t hear an answer, he pushed the door open all the way to find the bathroom empty. His heart thuds out of his chest as he returns.

“She’s gone!” he exclaims and Sam immediately orders the pack to search for her.

Seth was trying his best to keep it together as he knows what’s to come. The possibilities of you being hurt, flooded his brain.

“Don’t worry we’ll find her.” Sam reassured him through the mind link.

Checking the perimeter and other areas, a vision of you on a hill, calm as ever can be, is thrown at Seth through Jacob’s mind.

“I found her!” he says and watched as you took calm breaths in and calm breaths out.

“Go get her. We’re almost there!” Sam orders.

Jacob couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched your arm covered tattoos light up like a thousand stars. He couldn’t take his eyes away. Seth phases out once he catches sight of you, pulling on his cutoffs, he looks to see your eyes glowing as you move your arms majestically.

Feeling rumbles of the earth, he panicked seeing a huge wave of water rushing towards you, but you were in tuned with your powers. Seth watched in amazement as you manipulated the tsunami’s movements, moving it away from La Push.

You walked down the hill, stunned to see the entire pack with their jaws dropped. You immediately become sheepish. Seth comes to you and take a hold of your hands.

“Mia! That was..That’s was incredible!” he says in disbelief. You single handily saved the reservation.

You look down and begin to blush.

“How come you never told us you could do that?” Sam asks.

“So you guys could think I’m a monster?” you say and put your face into your hands, not wanting to face the possible repercussions.

“You? A monster? You’re a hero. You saved everyone.” Seth says as he unclasp your hands and lifts your chin up. He gives you a brilliant smile that you soon copy and he leans down and taste you with your lips. You were glad to be accepted. You were glad to not have to worry about hiding your true self anymore.

[tsunami-watch]

Outrunning Karma

Main Story: 1 

Summary: V meets Nathan, the beginning of our adventure. 

Ships: (Nathan Bateman x F!V!Reader) 

Word count: 1767

“This could be big for you, don’t fuck it up.” Rogue’s warning rang in V’s mind as she entered the conference room.

The room was monochromatic with minimalist decor, nothing really clueing her in to who this “Nathan Bateman” guy was. No personal effects or awards, just some plant that looked fake in the corner and a geometric table with two chairs. She scans the room, finding nothing of note, just a security panel and a thermostat. She shrugged and sat down in one of the chairs, tapping the table under her fingers. She had gotten from Rouge was that this guy was “Unlike any other corpo.” and that could mean anything. She sighs and leans back in her chair as she looks up at the paneled ceiling, after a brief moment of pretending to play tic-tac-toe with its gridded pattern she’s startled by a low voice.

“Anything interesting up there?” She jumps slightly and turns quickly in her seat about to curse out whoever scared her when she’s face to face with him. She’s surprised by  the man in front of her, not a scrap of visible chrome on him. She starts up her scanner for a habitual scan, but before she can even get a glance at the info, he vanishes from her field of view in the blink of an eye, a sudden gust of wind whipping across her face from the movement. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Nathan’s voice comes from around the corner. 

V instinctively flexes, Mantis blades springing into action, she takes a defensive stance, anticipating the worst.

“Woah, chill honey. Not gonna hurt you.” Before she could even react, her blades retracted, plates shuffling and closing back to their inactive state.

“What the- How did…?” She felt significantly less chill. 

“So, can we talk or are we gonna keep this back and forth going for a while longer?” Nathan asks. 

“I’m happy to talk, I don’t know why you vanished in the first place.” She stands up straight again and leans on the table, Nathan comes back around the corner.

“Trust me, you don’t want to randomly scan me like that, just might end up another fried corpse in a trash heap if you’re not careful.” Nathan stands in front of her and relaxes slightly. “Now go ahead.” She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t ask anything further as she proceeds to scan him. As she's skimming over his NCPD file she's surprised to see his middle name vanish from the file in real time, glancing back at him it appeared he had been following along her reading. 

"Much better." He mutters

"Hamlet? Really?" She chuckles. 

"We don't talk about it." He crosses his arms with a sigh.

“Noted.” She looks around the room again, trying to figure out what to say next. “So, what's the deal? You’re definitely not like the other CEOs of megacorps, pretty sure most of them don’t even look the mercs who do their dirty work in the eye, much less invite them into their freakishly minimalist space.” Nathan laughs.

“I guess you could say I’m not like the others.” He walks past her and sits down in one of the chairs, gesturing for her to do the same. She sits down, her eyes still trained on him. Rogue wasn’t wrong, he was different from any other corpo she’d ever met, Ditching the expensive restricting suits for a soft waffle-knit white sweater and some dark slacks, his head shaved, and a full well groomed beard. After a longer examination she could tell he didn’t have any optic enhancements either, somehow wiring the typical display functions of cyberoptics to the silver wireframe glasses perched upon his nose, leaving his eyes a natural deep brown, which was almost unnerving, she was so used to the bright artificial colors and slight glow that most had, seeing pure natural eyes, she understood what all those old poets meant by the eyes being the windows to the soul. Nathan gives her a slight smirk, leaning forward in his seat with interest. “Not every day I meet someone who knows nothing about me.” 

“Sorry, don't mean to bruise your ego.” She says leaning back in her chair, keeping a comfortable distance between them. 

“No, No…I quite like it. You have no expectations, you aren’t expecting some genius bullshit that blows your mind. It’s nice, no performance, no need to please or meet some expectation of grandeur.” Nathan also takes the time to examine her more closely. Sure, she was here to do a job for him, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the view. It's not often someone who looks like that waltzes in, toned muscle and soft skin fading into the harsh telltale lines of combat cyberware, fire in her cybernetic eyes. He blinks lazily, taking a second to refocus. “Alright, the gig should be easy enough. I just need you to get something for me, and if necessary, zero the choom who has it.” She’s slightly taken aback in his casual choice of words but nods. 

“Okay, what exactly am I looking for?” She asks, her eyebrow raised slightly. 

 “Long story short, a Braindance. I got drunk at a party and a doll got a BD of a conversation I had, where I gave up some information I shouldn’t have. I can’t have that getting around, top secret shit.” She watches Nathan talk, as much as she was listening to the details of the gig she was amused by the way he talked with his hands, the expressions he makes, she couldn’t help but feel at ease with him, not something she had felt so easily with anyone in a while. Nathan had picked up on that feeling, her body language going from tense and on edge to seemingly relaxed. Her shoulders lowered, her head tilted to the side a bit, ankles crossed in front of her. She had let her guard down just a little bit, the corners of his lips turning up slightly in a smile. “It should be simple, get the BD, by whatever means necessary.”

“Seems easy enough, who am I looking for?” 

It was jarring to have information transferred without seeing the familiar blue flash from the optics of the transmitter. “Amethyst Bronte.” Her NCPD database file didn’t have anything notable to speak of besides a tie to The Mox, which was not unusual for a doll. 

“Sure it’s her? She seems remarkably…unremarkable in her records for an NC citizen.” V did another once over of the squeaky clean file. “Only offense was trespassing…to feed stray cats on private property. This upstanding citizen if NC’s ever known one, snagged a BD of you giving up classified info? Choom-”

Nathan quirked a brow at her, an amused smile tugging at his lips. Another tab appeared in V’s view, the ice blue backdrop and text looking oddly familiar, as she skimmed through the extensive file including images, video, and audio attached that did not seem like they were recorded with the subjects’ knowledge. This file painted a very different picture of Amethyst, a data broker who sold information to corps and gangs alike for the highest offer, the file even included insights into her personal life, broken family, little to no friends to speak of, just trying to keep a roof over her head and food on the table. “Thought you’d know better by now than to judge a BD by its title, choom.”

“Where- The fuck? How did you even get this much information? I know the place this was taken, there’s no cameras-” He silently stared, waiting patiently as realization dawned upon V. “No, no, they’re real? Those fucking, conspiracy theories about Tsunami?”

“Tsunami Watch.” He nodded, leaning back in his chair, expression only describable as with the pride and arrogance of a man who thought himself to be God. Maybe he wasn’t all that different from other corpos after all. “Anyways, you don’t have to worry about all that, just enjoy the extra deets.” Nathan waves dismissively, she doesn't know how to feel about the sharp contrasts of emotion he’s made her feel in the short timespan she’s known him. She shakes it off with a hesitant nod, she needs to focus on the job, get through this and get home. That's what matters. 

“Sounds good, I’ll keep in touch.” V says calmly as she stands up and gets ready to go.

“Oh and V, be careful. You never know who's watching.” 

~ 

It took over a day to track down this Amethyst character even with the additional deets provided, despite having her life in a neat file she posed more of a challenge than V initially expected. When V finally found her, it was in amongst the pounding beats and sweaty bodies of the most popular club in Night City, Riot. As she entered the establishment she was greeted by the familiar sound and sight of Johnny’s engram flickering into existence, leaning against one of the lobby’s brutalist concrete walls.

“You should try taking me somewhere this nice sometime V.” He snarked with his usual tone of arrogance-riddled sarcasm. V rolled her eyes and decided to ignore him, pushing past as he flickered out of view. She decided to observe Amethyst from afar, having spotted her bright purple streaked hair through the crowd, chatting with someone as she moved to the beat. Calculating her next move, V carefully moved to the bar flagging down the bartender, watching out of the corner of her eye as Amethyst approached the opposite end of the bar. Perfect timing. 

“A shot of house tequila, neat, and whatever she’s drinking.” She said tilting her head in the direction of the other woman. The bartender silently nods in acknowledgement, pouring and setting the drink in front of her with the flourish of practiced efficiency before turning to get Amethyst's order. V knocks back the shot, letting the familiar feeling of the burning amber liquid ignite upon her tongue as it slides down her throat. It was only a moment before Amethyst approached, holding her own drink of a dreamy pink and purple hue.

“Thank you for the drink Miss V, I think I have something you’re looking for.” She smiled as she slid what looked to be a metallic cigarette case across the table, motioning for V to open it. V cocks an eyebrow at her before cautiously popping the case open to find a datastick and a handwritten note, a mix of shock and irritation crossing her face as she reads the note.

“You passed. Congrats. -N”

~

Masterlist

Credit: @winniethewife @burymesanti

[darknqlmes]

Sink or Swim

PARING: Buck/Teen!Reader Christopher Diaz/Teen!Reader Eddie DIaz/Teen!Reader

WARNINGS: Tsunami, Blood, Character Death! I think that's it?

*This is based on the episode Sink or Swim" From the series called 911.*

Dad and I were at the pier in LA, just having a really good time and enjoying the view of LA. At some point, we ended up at the railing of the pier, just looking at the water.

When I heard a young boy ask, "Where did all the water go?" Then, right as he said that the sirens went off and everyone was running, Dad grabbed my hand and started running with me.

Dad put me inside a game booth, and I saw a young boy with curly hair. Then everything went blank.

Time Skip

I gasped for air when I finally got my head above the water. I then felt someone grab my arm and pull me up on a vehicle.

I coughed and felt someone pat my back, trying to help me. I looked up and saw a man who had gingery hair. I looked around and saw the same boy from the game booth, so I went to talk to him, thinking that I should distract him.

"Hey, I'm Emily." The boy looked at me and smiled lightly. "I'm Chrisitopher." "Nice to meet you, Christipher; can I call you Chris?" Christopher smiled at me. "Yeah,"

After talking to Chris for a while, I felt the engine get shoved, and I saw Chris getting pushed off, so I grabbed him and sheiled him with my body.

After 5 minutes of struggling to get on a vehicle, I got a hold of one and used every bit of strength to push Chris up onto the car, then pushed myself up on the vehicle.

I looked at Chris and saw him gasping for air. I just patted his back and said, "Come on, buddy, get it all out." After two more minutes of Chris just coughing, he finally stopped.

He looked at me and just had fear in his eyes. "W-why did you save me?" "Because you have people who care about you."

Time Skip

An hour later, the water was low enough that I could walk, so I got down and helped Chris down. He asked for a piggyback ride, so that's what I'm doing while walking to a VA.

After talking for 30 minutes, we got to the VA, and I asked Chris if he saw anyone that he recognized. After a moment, I heard someone running in our direction. I turned and saw the same man who saved me.

He grabbed Chris from my back and gave him a tight hug. I smiled at this cute moment when I saw a doctor approach me. "Are you Emily Johnson?" She asked, and I looked at her and nodded. "Yes, is everything alright?"

She gave me a sad look and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, but your father didn't make it." I just froze, then thanked her, and she walked off.

I looked back at Buck and Christopher. And I just walked off. I got to an opening where you can see the city from the VA. I felt my knees go weak and fall to the ground while sobbing so hard I couldn't breathe.

I felt someone hug me and looked up to see that it was Christopher and Buck. I grabbed onto them both and kept sobbing until I stopped.

I looked up at Buck, and he had such a look in his eyes that he was concerned about why I was crying. "My father died." Buck gave me a sympathetic look. "Oh, I'm so sorry." "It's okay; also, I'm Emily."

Buck smiled at me and said, "I'm Buck." After a few moments of silence, he asked me something unexpected. "I know we are strangers, and we just met, but would you want to come live with me?" I looked up at him with a shocked look.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be a burden." Buck gave a soft smile. "Yes, I'm sure." "Okay, sure." Buck got up and held his hand out; I grabbed it, and we walked off to get our wounds checked.

Three weeks later

Emily has been living with Buck for about three weeks now, and they both are helping each other with the tsunami.

Emily heard a knock on the door and answered it because she was close. "Hel- Eddie? Chrsitopher? What are you guys doing here?" "Hey, Emily." Chris starts before they let themselves into the apartment. Chris half wraps his arm around her.

"Goodmorning, Emily. Where's Buck?" Emily just pointed to the stairs. So Eddie made his way up there.

Emily couldn't hear what they were talking about, but after a few minutes, Eddie and Buck come down, and Eddie says goodbye and leaves.

I look at Buck, and he gives me a look that says, 'Don't worry about it. So I shrug and we both go play video games with Christopher for the rest of the day.

[jejeminnieee]

Wings of Fire x Icewing Dragon of Destiny!reader

Summary:Since hatching, you have been in the cave under the care of Webs, Kestrel, and Dune. You were the Icewing in the prophecy.You are currently a teacher at Jade Mountain Academy. (And yes, according to my headcanon, Hvitur is your father)

Clay:

You grew up side by side, so it's obvious that you're like siblings. You had the same fighting ability as Tsunami, if not better, so..... It's obvious that you were held up as an example(in the rude manner of the guardians, of course).

He's often amazed by your strength. So, okay, imagine you're playing hide and seek, and you have shiny, sparkling scales, and you can't hide. Oh yeah, the feeling of losing before you even start the game. That's why you often refused to play hide-and-seek, staying on the sidelines. (Yes, sometimes you would discreetly point with your gaze at the one who had annoyed you or displeased you today, and then he would be found first.)

P.s.:You don't feel sorry.

So, back to the topic: Clay admires your strength. Your grace that you radiate, oozes when you fight. Those spikes on your tail, ready to strike the enemy in the face, the sharpest claws—

Oh yeah, you once had an argument: which is better - cow meat or seal meat? (Tsunami shut you both up by saying that fish is better, and you threw a stinky fish at her:)

When you escaped from the kingdom of Skywing, you asked Krechet about your origins. She said that your father was Khvitur.She added that he was constantly talking about his wife (your mother), as if she were something special.

So there were two reasons to freeze Kestrel and Burn: Kestrel for daring to question your mother's specialness; And Burn for killing your father. You were really overcome with sadness,because you and your father were so close, but in one moment you became so far away....

When you went on a journey, you found out that your mother lives on the edge of the Icewings Kingdom, in God knows where. And the queen doesn't even remember her, lol.

And you thought sarcastically: "Oh, thank you, Mom. It's a good thing you live on the very edge of the kingdom."

Glyn thought how cold it is here. How can you be happy in such a cold kingdom? Like, yes, you are an icewing, but the edge of the icewings kingdom is the coldest place on earth! Are you out of your mind?!

He watched you hug your mother, and how bitterly she learned that her husband had died.

Basically, he treats you like a sibling and he loves you very much♡

Tsunami:

You two often bicker over little things, but you are very attached to each other. Since you are both sarcastic, you can't do without teasing.

Oh yeah, you two are those for whom a cold river solves all problems.

However, she worries about you, as you worry about her. When you were in danger, she was restless and slept badly, thinking about you.

The same thing happens to you when she is in danger. You can insult each other with the most absurd words, fight to the death, throw things at each other.Cool, cool, cool. But you're willing to risk your lives for each other. Tsunami will blame herself if something bad happens to you.

And yes, you two are known as the most emotional workers of the jade mountain♡

There are usually arguments coming from your office, and frankly, students pray to be as far away from your office with her as possible.

Tsunami is willing to risk everything to keep you safe, just like you are willing to do the same for her. She doesn't care that most IceWings despise you and hate you, consider you a disgrace. She is ready to drown them if it upsets you. There are moments when you both speak sincerely, without jokes and other jokes, and although it is difficult, nevertheless, it makes your connection even stronger.

Glory:

I don't think you guys fight either, but you definitely get into verbal altercations, although not as often as with Tsunami.

But honestly, she admires you. Finding out that your father was supposed to be a guardian and you would live with him, but his life was cut short like that, and then finding your mother on the edge of the Icewings Kingdom, ignored even by the queen, and very sad, but eventually hugging you, crying, and at the same time learning of her husband's death. It was a huge shock. You didn't deserve this.

She knows you feel bad when you think about your father. And she feels sad too.

She is jealous of you and Pirita because she is hitting on you. Having got to a strange place of Queen Scarlet's palace, this strange skywing pounces on you, and then she clings to you with obsession, reverence and love for you. Pirita humiliated herself, praised her queen.....and you.

Glory hated to think that this weirdo could steal her best friend. Luckily for her, you left this palace in shock. Yes, she did not see this skywing, but you told about it, and Glory snorted disapprovingly.

When she found out that Hailstorm was Pirita, her eyes almost popped out of her head. What the fuck?

Since then, she hasn't been jealous of you, because she knows that you'll remain best friends no matter what. But she sometimes catches Hailstorm's loving glances and thinks about spitting in his face if he offends you (even though you'll eat him alive faster than he dares to upset you).

Sunny:

You're her older sister. You may take her a little more seriously than Tsunami, but to you she'll still be your little sister.

Sunny gets really worried when you're in danger (lol, compared to her, you're paranoid when SHE's in danger).

She, like a warm dragon, loves to cuddle with you. The warmth of her body compensates for the cold of your scales. At first, she shudders for half a second and just as quickly gets used to this cold.

Sometimes she needs to refresh her thoughts, cool down, because there is so much movement around Sunny, one of the best options is to come to you and hug. You spoil her so much.

Basically, almost the entire academy loves you, so it's fun for her to watch the dragonets run up to you with admiration.

Starlight:

Oh my god, he never thought you could teach a class properly (Starlight thought you and Tsunami shouldn't be allowed to teach at all, but for some reason Tsunami doesn't teach, BUT YOU DO)

Lol, if I repeat again that you value each other no matter what, I'll have a nervous breakdown.

Starlight was horrified when Mogrowwiser arrived and his dragons started killing all the Icewings in the arena. He looked around to make sure you were alive. The relief that you were alive overshadowed the fact that you were having a panic attack from what you saw.

He's shocked that you managed to win over the icewing students. They didn't recognize any dragons other than the 1st-4th circle, why are they happy to see you when you're not even in the 7th????? Like, you're such a cool, beautiful icewing, you stayed in your kingdom for God knows how long, got disillusioned with the circle system and the dragons of your tribe, came back and saved the world? Oh, well, that's true, but still.......

You sometimes encouraged him to help you with your homework in exchange for listening to his history lecture.

Now you visit him in the library quite often, and you cannot regret his loss of sight.

Winter:

At first, Winter considered your behavior and origins shameful. He saw you in the kingdom for a couple of minutes, and yes, his contempt grew and grew at first. But when you left your native climate without a second thought,preferring freedom, it made him think a little about other people's preferences and the moral principles of iceswings. What is it like to know the taste of freedom, huh?

I don't know how he could have liked you at the academy(no romance). You had some energy that was not inherent in the other iceswings... The energy of liberation and freedom. He was confused and irritated by your behavior until he realized,that you just do whatever you want, without following the rules of conduct and without caring about your circle. And yes, at first he considered it shameful.

Then he felt like he was struck by electricity... You reminded him of someone... Who, who, who? Who do you resemble in character?.....Could it be Hailstorm?

From that moment on, he was drawn to you, because you emanated such spiritual warmth that emanated from a parent, from an older brother. Parents are not characterized by the manifestation of love that does not exist,but why did Winter suddenly feel love and care? Do you really care about his condition? Icewing should always be in shape, no feeling should be worth a drop of loss,even if you are fighting with yourself.

At one point he starts noticing you hugging students with your wing. He finds it super weird. Then you do the same to him and he freaks out. It's not that bad, really, but she said not to do that anymore, abruptly dropping your wing to avoid humiliating words and looks from his sister.

He's stunned when Hailstorm falls in love with you. First Pyrite alternates devotion to Scarlet with self-deprecation, and then she's crazy about you? What?

He thought that his brother's love for you would pass when he turned into himself. But no, he looks at you with adoration, though not with a sick dependence, but with love. You look at him in bewilderment "how does this dragon know me?" and Winter explains the situation to you.

Qibli:

He has no problem being your fan at all. He loves to accidentally hang out in your office, and he REALLY likes it because you treat him to sweets. It's okay if you don't have anything tasty, Qibli will be happy with any opportunity to be near you, because you are a very cool person♡

Qibli enjoys teasing Winter about his grumpiness and your openness (even though he knows you wouldn't hesitate to slit the throat of your offender).Like, Winter is sullen and closed, raised in a place where There was no freedom; only obedience to rules. And from the moment you visit the Icewings Kingdom, some dragons have begun to behave more freely.By showing how freedom feels, you gave a push to advance. Snowfall actually thought about freedom after you showed up, as did Winter.

The only difference is in your upbringing (lack thereof), but your views and behavior are radically different. Despite this, you continue to communicate with Winter, and this is the most surprising thing.

Although Qibli makes fun of Winter for his friendship with you, in reality, he understands his friend - you are perhaps the most beloved teacher in the academy, on par with Clay (if he is not lower).

Pyrite:

Pirite was simply obsessed with you. Even the spell couldn't take away her love for you. That day when she saw you, when you wandered not quite where you should have,-You were like light, shining ice. Despite her hatred for the entire ice tribe, for some reason you were so delightful that she couldn't take her eyes off you. You are a deity, so unattainable and bright.

Since you disappeared, she never forgot you. All her comments were mixed and went in circles: self-hatred, obsession with Queen Scarlet, obsession with you, self-hatred.

Pyrite kept mentioning you when Winter, Qibli, Moonwatcher, and Kinkajou went looking for Hailstorm. It was just mind-blowing.

Hailstorm:

Oh, boy in love.

It would be reasonable to think that the obsession with you would pass once Hailstorm removed the necklace, even if not immediately. No, he is not obsessed anymore, but he genuinely likes you.

When he meets the teacher of Jade Mountain Academy, Hailstorm stutters and blue blood rushes to his face while you look at him like he's an idiot. He doesn't know why the feelings didn't go away after lifting the spell. But you make him look like a lovesick fool. By the way, he feels incredibly ashamed when he reverently mentions you to his family, because in theory he should hate you.Because you don't think the Icewings are the greatest tribe, because you think that outside the kingdom is better. Trivially because you are a mudblood, the child of a traitor, one of those who deprived the Icewings promised lands.

Hailstorm thinks about his feelings for a long time, and eventually understands Winter and stops judging him as much as he did before.

Can't help but think about how handsome the teacher at the academy is, and what a teacher fair, smart, dignified.....

......The best.

Icicle:

It took Icicle much longer than her brother to think for the first time in her life about something other than Hailstorm: "Wow, this dragon is so cool."At first she is horrified that she thinks this way, because in her opinion you are trash, and trash can't be cool. She will have to go through many stages of anxiety and conflicting feelings, thoughts and opinions,before she calmly thinks for the second time in her life: "He/she is cool."

It's just that you... So kind, but at the same time cruel, decisive. You exude freedom and brightness of character, but not the usual one, like the rest of the icewings, but fueled by an indomitable disposition and the desire for independence.You didn't treat her quite like Hailstorm or her parents, you treated her more gently, much more gently, but at the same time you didn't dare challenge her strength,expecting the best from her. Icicle was often irritated by your tenderness, but you, as an older sibling... An older figure that was taken away from her.

Therefore, no matter how much Icicle turns up her nose, no matter how much she tries to resist you and distance herself, she enjoys being with you.Don't expect compliments or talkativeness from her. She can just sit with you, and that's enough for her, because Icicle finds your presence tolerable.

Tundra & Narwhal:

Tundra is definitely annoyed by your behavior and existence in general, but is more tolerant of it than Narwhal. She is irritated by your lack of etiquette, your disobedience to the rules of iceswings, and yes, she hates your dead father too.

When you were in the castle, they were furious. How dare you disturb the order?

They were even more indignant when Hailstorm returned, and after some time they found out that he was in love with you.....It... It was a shock for them.......

My little dragons, I disappeared for a very long time and did not write posts. Because of my studies, I could always sit down to work and continue it, but now I finally finished it. And yes, I still have a few work that needs to be finished. I'll create a separate post for requests today, if you have any requests.... Then you know what to do:)

[specialinterestshows]

When you get a chance 👀👀 do you think you could write a Dom Bronson smut? I’m okay with any kink, but uhhhh him eating out reader 👀 o love you 🥰🩵

Happy one-year anniversary, mi vida 💜

The following is a Dom!Bronson Reed x transmasc!reader oneshot.

Warnings: Daddy kink, praise, blood

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Tsunami

“Here?” you asked, heart pounding, “Now?”

Bronson Reed smiled at you, having pulled you into a supply closet as soon as he saw you backstage. You’d flown out to watch his match tonight as a surprise. The two of you hadn’t been dating for more than a few months, but the way you made each other feel was undeniable - you couldn’t get enough of each other.

Though your intent had been to show up to support your boyfriend during his match tonight (and see the soft smile he tried not to show anyone else), you were currently sitting on the one section of a table that didn’t have a stack of chairs sitting on it, being touched in just the right ways to make you melt.

“What happened to “I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy”?” Bronson asked, chuckling as you bit your lip at the light mocking. It was, word for word, what you’d said the last time he had looked at you the way he was now.

“What if someone sees?” you asked, already hard and gasping softly as your boyfriend groped you, “Or-or you miss your cue?”

“Cue isn’t for another hour,” he muttered, pulling down your pants and boxers, “And if someone sees, well, lucky them” - he knelt down in front of you, chuckling at how visibly you wanted him - “Now be a good boy for Daddy and keep quiet.”

The moment Bronson’s mouth wrapped around your dick, tongue reaching out to lick your wetness, you arched your back and clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your moan. His arms wrapped around your thighs, hands gripping to keep your legs apart as he began to flick his tongue faster. He hums against you with satisfaction as you fruitlessly try to grind against his mouth.

“You taste even better than I remember,” your boyfriend tells you, a hungry growl in his voice.

“Daddy-“ you start, but Bronson has you in his mouth again.

You bite your lip hard enough to bleed trying to stay quiet as the suction he creates gets you closer and closer to the edge. Not knowing what else to gag yourself with, you lift your forearm to your face and bite down just a moment before you come.

Bronson teases a finger at your entrance as soon as you start dripping down the side of the table, coaxing another powerful orgasm out of you. The end of a moan escapes as you realized you were no longer paying attention to keeping quiet. Suddenly, voices begin to approach and your boyfriend moves quickly and silently, putting a hand over your mouth as the two of you listen:

“…where he is?”

“No clue.”

“You check the locker room, I’ll…”

The voices and footsteps receded, but Bronson’s hand remained over your mouth.

“What happened to being quiet?” he whispered, moving you so your back was on the table and legs in the air, “Dirty boy. Looks like Daddy is going to have to teach you a lesson.”

Your own underwear was roughly stuffed into your mouth before Bronson pinned you in place, the space between your legs clearly in your vision as your boyfriend put his mouth on you again. Watching him go down on you, eyes gleaming with an intense passion as he held your gaze, made you even more sensitive to every small tongue movement. It wasn’t long before your muffled whines became more frantic, drool soaking your makeshift gag.

Bronson could see how close you were and the slight smirk on his face was the last thing you saw before he sped up and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. This time, when you came, it was all over your own neck and face thanks to the position you were being held in. It only made you come harder, your boyfriend growling his approval between your legs.

He kept going until you raised a hand to stroke his dark hair, now gleaming with sweat. As he lifted his mouth away, his smirk softened into a loving smile. Bronson gingerly pulled your underwear out of your mouth before kissing you.

“Most fun I’ve ever had before a match,” he admitted before licking your face, making you giggle.

As you adjusted to a more comfortable position, wiping your face off with your shirt, your boyfriend crouched down and plucked your phone out of your pants pocket, checking the hour.

“Still got time for another round,” he announced, “What do you say?”

[end fic]

[vase-of-lilies]

Levels of Intimacy-Phase One; Part One

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (f)

Warnings: Death of minor characters, fainting, some swearing, heavy talk of tsunamis, power containing restraints, bickering, hydro-powers

A/n: Here is the first chapter of my new series Levels of Intimacy! It is quite a long chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway:) I am so so so so so so sorry this took so long. I had to figure out the other chapters because I wrote 6,000 words of the first "level of Intimacy" (emotional) so I figured I would put it in different phases:) ANYWAY hope you like this series I have been working on! (Reposted because of blog deletion)

Control…

Something you wish you were capable of. When you were angry, or sad, panicked in any way there was nothing that you could do to stop the water. Not just from your eyes, but everywhere. It started small, just after the tsunami hit. A bright light filled your vision once the water calmed down. Never before had you seen such a beautiful light. 

A buzzing, electricity, floating? It all happened far too fast for anyone to see or feel or embrace. But it was slow motion for you as the power surged through your veins just like water rushes through a river, never fully stopping until it reaches a calm body of water. Even when it does stop, it never really does. A current flows beneath the surface of the water giving the fish below a place to swim instead of freeze. What is truly beautiful about this, is a phenomenon that not a lot of people think about. Water is everywhere. In puddles, in drinks, rain, snow, ice, even the cement that builds our work places, and homes. It’s everywhere. 

Whats even more amazing is the fact that water is connected. The water that can be drank by other people is most likely connected to the early times such as dinosaurs or even the water that flooded your home town off the island of Tahiti, where you, your mother and father lay un-peacefully rested. The wave not only of water but dread grew bigger and bigger as time went on, as time went on, so did the lives of thousands of people. You being one of the only survivors. 

As time went on, so did your life and your dreams. The survivors guilt that hit you the following weeks and months after the disaster kept you from going to work, showering, taking care of yourself. You felt as if you should have been the one to die, not your parents. Or the friendly neighbor just down the street. Even your enemies who have passed on. You felt the guilt ripping away at your skin every morning when you woke up. Woke up… Something that felt so wrong.

As time went on, you move to a different country. You were American born anyway, and living in Tahiti was something your parents had always dreamed of. Going back to the US for some comfort of a big city with no ocean in the center, felt like the next best option. However, the country side did no good. It was too dry, and boring in your opinion. You needed the ocean. Something you dreaded, but needed. It was almost a sense of control, not being so close that you could touch it, but being so close that you could control never to go near it. 

Giving you a sense of control also Brought you to the tower that most would call a beacon of light. Some would call a magnet of death. But to you, it was a place that you felt you belonged. With the freaks. The moment you walked into the tower sporting the large “A” at the top, you knew it was a regret, but you pushed through anyway. Setting your mind on finding Tony, or Steve or anyone who had a decent idea of what you could do was your goal. 

The woman at the front desk was… difficult. Not letting you get one word in. “Ma’am pl-” Once again, cut off by the woman at the desk. You anger was rising, and you were afraid you would cause something horrible. Pounding your fist on the desk, you demanded you see Mr. Stark. “I need to see him! It is very important, and at this point, life or death. Just get me an appointment with him, or Mr Rogers. Anyone!” You glared at the blond woman, glaring back at you with a stare so sharp it could cut through a layer of tempered glass.

With a sigh, she nodded. “You have ten minutes. Do you understand? He is a very busy ma-” 

“Yes! Im fine with that. Where do I go?” You proceeded to interrupt her this time. Pointing to the elevator, you immediately run to them, not even noticing the flood of security guards after you. Once the door closed, you let out a breath you did not know you were holding. “Dear god, how hard was it just to point me in this direction?” You ask aloud to yourself. Clicking the button labeled with an “S” at the very top, you assumed that was Starks office. 

The small ding once the elevator stopped moving up, and up, and up made you jump slightly. The water in your water bottle starting to bubble. When you entered the room, there were people already sitting on couches but they did not look like normal civilians like you. They were thee Avengers. 

“Can we help you Miss?” A strong, deep voice asked you as you rushed into the lobby, quickly stopping once you noticed everyone. “I- I- I need to speak to Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers. The receptionist said I had ten minutes and the security guards I fear are already here. Please this is urgent.” The begging in your voice was something that Steve recognized. He nodded to Tony, and gestured for you to follow him. 

“What on earth is so important?” You slam your water bottle onto the table, and you sit down. Concentrating on making the water start to bubble and soon the small bubbles exit the open top of the bottle. “This. This is so fucking important. I don’t know what happened to me, and I’m scared I’ll hurt someone.” Your voice cracks, sending a small shiver down Steves spine. Wanda was just the same way, Steve thought. Scared and unknowing of the danger of not being able to control something. Instead, being controlled by it. “Whats your name?” Steve asks, looking at you with a pitiful yet genuine smile. “Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n. I was struck by the tsunami that hit the shores of Tahiti and after everything, th-this curse was given to me an-and I don’t know what to do.” 

You stare at the water bottle that now sits empty, the water in a sphere just above the desk. Losing focus, the water was dropped, sending the liquid everywhere onto the floor. With a sigh, Tony groans as he sees the mess. “Ok, ok. Let me get you some water, that you’ll drink I hope. And then I’ll get someone who might be able to help.” Steve says as he instantly thinks of Wanda once again. The woman going through the same thing. Finding her inner peace with herself, and her acceptance of her abilities. 

As you help Tony clean up the mess you made around the floor below you, a woman comes in. A small smile rests on her face as she sees you, and your heart tugs at something. Something you have never felt before. You look up, and your eyes meet the woman eyes. If the energy coming from between you and the woman alike, the connection would be visible. The strong feeling that pulled you to look at her also pulled you to stand up. The beautiful woman standing above you looked like a goddess that had just lost her crown, but was still the rightful ruler of a kingdom. She looked like she was glowing…

She smiles and holds her hand out to you. “Im Wanda Maximoff, but please just call me Wanda.” Her voice is of a nightingale in love with its mate, the beautiful sound filling the sky when the two lovers are together. It’s soft, gentle and could even sing someone to sleep if she really tried. As you shake off your thoughts, you hesitate when you see her hand. Slowly taking a hold of it, she shakes it softly and pulls away. 

“Whats your name?” She asks, sitting down in the chair next to yours, smiling as she watches you sit down next to her.  “I- Im Y/n.” You hide your hands in your lap, scared that if you move anything something might actually happen. “That is a beautiful name.” She whispers, feeling the connection herself that was felt not even minutes earlier. “Thank you, I- I really like your name too. Is it Sokovian?” You guess, your mind some how feeling connected to her name as well. She nods her head yes, her smile widening as you recognize where she is from. But you mostly recognized the accent, putting her somewhere in the middle east. 

She slowly reaches for your hands, and you jump; Your hands flying away from her. “Hey, Im not going to hurt you…” She whispers, giving you a smile as she holds onto your cold and shivering hands. “You were in the Tahiti tsunami, weren’t you?” She asks, having no knowledge of this before. She could sense that you used to love the ocean, and loved swimming and playing in the waves. But once mother nature became too powerful, and you became too comfortable, all of that was destroyed by her and the city slowly rebuilt itself. Yourself included. 

You had to rebuild going outside again, getting up in the morning, eating, showering, even sleeping. Day in and day out was staring at the picture of your mother and father and the only thought on your mind was when the next natural disaster will hit you next. It was a trauma shake and Wanda knew what it was like. She was reading you like a book and was not hiding that she was reading your mind. Her eyes glowed a subtle red as she dug through your memories to the day that took everything from “Your mother and father… they loved you very much, I know they did.” Your brows furrowed as you watched her. “Y-you didn’t know my parents. You don’t even know me. I was just some victim of something I can’t control and I just have to hide myself away from the world. I thought if I came here I could get help, but it just makes me look like a freak.” A sigh exits your mouth as you pull your hands from Wandas soft 

Wanda frowns as you pull away, her eyes going back to the warm, green color it originally was. “You’re not a freak, you have a gift Y/n. Did you know that you can heal people too?” You tore your eyes off of the water bottle in front of you and looked at Wanda. “Pardon?” You asked, more confused than ever. She nods and calls Bucky in from outside of the room. “This is Bucky, and as you can see he has kind of been roughed up on our last mission. Why don’t you try healing his right arm?” You look at the big, burly man above you, and back down to his arm. Gently, you take his hand and concentrate on one skin abrasion. 

Not knowing where to focus your powers, you start with your heart. Seeking out every molecule of energy you had, your eyes begin to glow a light purple as do your hands around Bucky’s hand. As you feel the power surge through your veins and out of your hands, you pull away from Bucky and you look at his now clean and unharmed hand. He smirks at you, and turns to Steve. Not-so-subtly he says “Can we keep ‘er?” You brush off the comment, and turn your attention back to your hands. 

“D-did I just fix his hand?” You whisper, Wanda looking at you with a satisfied smile. She nods as she holds your hands, pulling you gently. “Y/n? What do you think about joining the avengers? We- well, I could help you control your powers, and you could help restore what Thanos and other villains have destroyed. You can help people.” Your eyes water as you stare at your hands. The hands that are both capable for hurting, yet helping people all at the same time. 

Without answering, gathering your things, or looking at anyone, you stand up and make your way out of the room to the nearest balcony. You needed fresh air, and even if it had to be salty fresh air, then so be it. Tears fell down your cheeks as you stared up at the clouds. “Why did you do this to me? Why me??” Shouting at the sky, you tried to gather your thoughts only ending up in panic attack. One that you might not be able to control as well as your other ones. 

You could hear your name, but it was an echo, and a muffle. It was there but it wasn’t. Quickly, the world around you was getting darker by the second, and the people shouting your name felt as if they were a million miles away. As your body hit the floor, the one person who was there to catch your head was Wanda. She was quick and agile as she reached you, being so caring and loving towards you. “We have to get you to med bay.” She says as she picks you up, sliding her arm under your legs and just under your back. As Wanda walked, the swaying of her body made your head roll to the side and you landed right on her chest; Her heartbeat calm and collected, and soothing to count in your head.

Med bay came quicker than anticipated and you were lowered onto the bed, your head softly landing on the pillow and a blanket covering your body. Subconsciously, you hand is drawn to Wandas once again and a small whimper leaves your throat as she pulls away. Bruce notices this, and tilts his head. “I think she likes you, Wands.” He chuckles and prepares his things for an IV and other fluids. Wanda laughs along with him sending jolts of joy through your body as you listen to her voice. But you still would not wake up from this dreadful state you fell into on the balcony. As your breaths even out, Bruce holds your arm and Wanda holds your hand as the needle punctures your skin enough to find a 

Bruce smiles as he enters your vein first try, and he brings the needle back, keeping the small tubing inside of your arm. A small groan sounds from your mouth, and you roll onto your side. The blanket keeps you warm but so does Wandas hand holding yours. “Its going to be ok, I promise you.” She whispers as she looks down at you with a small smile on her lips.

[kinichval]

game's over, you exist now, to my doom

level four.

✦ just the bois playing valo: xiao is the main duelist who plays jett but is learning controller/smoker agents like omen, kinich is the initiator who plays either kay/o or gekko, and scara is a flexible player but usually goes for sentinel and instalock killjoy.

✦ this is not a sage slander page, it's just rare for scara to play sage !! and he doesn't like being demanded for heals and getting dogshitted by other players who look down on sage

✦ ALSO FOR THE SAKE OF THE PLOT: all the current valorant agents (as of dec 2024) exist, but let's pretend iso is the latest release and not clove. < 3

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when yn's gaming hobby fluctuated after (stupidly) getting disappointed with a gamer she fell in love with, she's out there on valorant rage-gaming her heartbreak and ranting out to strangers who try to mock her d-level aiming skills; and kinich, who was just trying a newly released agent, got wired up in her incessant rambling and the unwanted responsibility to teach her how to play.

⚡︎ @animelover100 @fandomfan-102 @bvtterflyyy @viannasthings @mang0515 @aries-afk @xiaomainlmao @usagiarchive @marivaudages @lalalaloveallmydays @jiminscarmex @aetherialcrafter @rattyrattyratty @kiokiee @hanmastattoos @anqelkoz @balladeerssong (bold can not be tagged)

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Come Find Me - Part Two

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Series Summary: You are a new arrival to Big Sky, Montana, and found gainful employment with the local insurance department next door to the sheriff’s department. A whole new life with your past haunting you, while Beau is still dealing with the entanglements with his ex-wife. Can either of you succeed in overcoming your ghosts?

Word Count: 3,088

Tags/Warnings: mentions domestic violence, intimate partner violence, minor problems with the police, hints of murder, some fluff (maybe?)

Divider: credit to @tsunami-of-tears

Chapter Two: The Opportunistic Thief

Y/N struggled to sleep that night. It didn’t matter that your new place was instantly cozy and was provided a security system, courtesy of the landlord. It bothered you because it was new, unfamiliar. You knew that.

Yet, you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned, fluffed your pillow, shoved aside your pillow, threw off the blankets and then tugged them back over you. You were the very image of a restless sleeper.

The frustration boiled over and you growled, pushing your blankets off again. You stumbled out of bed and headed to your kitchen to make some tea. Maybe some Sleepytime tea would do the trick.

BANG!

You nearly screamed as you tripped into the kitchen counter, gripping the edges hard. The bang had come from outside. Not against your doors or windows, but something had been struck.

The fear thudded hard in your chest. The first thought screaming in your head was, what if it was Mark? What if he found you?

The more rational side tried to argue against the fear. It could have been a raccoon that knocked over a trash can. A branch could have fallen. Hell, maybe someone collided against something.

You had a security system, but it didn’t have video. Just wires to alert if a door or window had been forcibly opened.

You didn’t want to go outside. Not alone. Because if it was him….

Beau’s words echoed in your mind: “If you ever feel you need to talk, if somethin’ got you jumpy, whatever, give me a call.”

Y/N was definitely jumpy. You reached for your cellphone, scrolled down to Beau’s name and paused. It was late. Did you have the right to bother him?

You looked at the clock and knew. You’d never be able to go back to sleep without knowing it was safe. You pursed your lips and hit the number.

—

“Well,” Beau said as he entered your home again, raking his fingers through his hair. He’d been woken in the middle of the night and treated you with such grace and compassion it was almost breathtaking. Most people would have been annoyed at being woken. “Near as I can figure it, it was a metal trash can that got knocked over by an opportunistic pizza lover.”

You blink and smile, curious. “How did you know it was a pizza lover?”

He smiled. “Opened pizza box with at least one slice left.”

Unable to resist, you asked, “What was the flavor?”

“Looked like a sausage, extra cheese pizza,” he said, playing along.

“Ah. The raccoon has good taste,” you said with a laugh.

“He does. That he does.” Beau’s smile, despite the tired expression on his face, lit him up, brightened those gorgeous green eyes of his.

“Now how do you know it was a male raccoon?” You were teasing, your tone playful.

Beau clutched at his heart in mock defense. “You’re right. It could’ve been a female raccoon, being sneaky and clever in finding food. My sincerest apologies.”

You laughed, amused at how easily it was to banter with him. “Thank you, Beau, truly, for coming tonight. I heard that crash and…”

You trail off, the humor gone. Nightmarish visions of Mark breaking into your home and attacking you again terrified you.

“Hey…” His tone was gentle. Beau resisted the urge to touch your shoulder in reassurance. He didn’t want to trigger you. “It’s all right. I said call me if you needed help. That’s what ya did and I came, no problems.”

You summon up a weak smile, fear still clutching at your belly. “I appreciate it. So many people would make that offer and not mean it.”

Beau’s gaze searched yours before he gently said, “I ain’t one of them. You needed help, you called, and I came, all right?”

You felt that lump in your throat again and nodded, touched by this man’s kindness. Such a stark contrast to Mark. “Thank you,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m gonna do a final check around the property to make sure,” Beau said. “But I’m confident our opportunistic raccoon is the culprit.”

“I appreciate that,” you said, taking another deep breath to banish the visions in your mind.

Beau tipped his head and headed out to do a final round. You stood there, uncertain, lost. Just a damned trash can had you scrambling, and you hated that helpless feeling that lingered. Then you remembered what brought you to the kitchen in the first place: tea. Making tea would be relaxing, calming, something to occupy the mind until Beau came back.

You grabbed the tea kettle, filled it with water, and set it on the stove. After a moment’s thought, you grabbed two mugs out of the cupboard, thinking Beau might like some. Especially after you had woken him from what was likely a good night’s sleep.

By the time Beau came back from his final check around your property, you had the tea steeped, flavored with honey, and ready. When he walked back in, you held out the mug of tea with a smile. He lifted his brows out of curiosity.

“What’s this?”

“Sleepytime tea,” you said with a smile.

Beau sniffed at the tea’s aroma. “What is it?”

You chuckle. “It’s got chamomile, spearmint and lemon grass. It’s supposed to help relax you so you can sleep. I was…” You worked your way past the initial memory of terror from the trash can crash. “I was actually in the process of coming to the kitchen when the noise happened.”

“Problems sleepin’?” he asked, taking an experimental sip. Deciding he liked it, Beau took a longer drink.

“Problems… with everything,” you said with a sigh. “It’s not easy moving into a new place.”

Beau leaned against the counter, regarded you with a thoughtful look. “You know, I’m a recent transplant myself. Most recently Houston. So I feel ya. Bought myself a little trailer in the middle of a huge plot of land just outside Big Sky.”

You choke a bit on your tea as it dawned on you just how far Beau had to drive to come help you. “Oh my God, Beau—”

Immediately he caught on to what was distressing you and held up a hand to stop you. “Nope. We’re not havin’ a pity party and a load of apologies.”

“But—”

“Darlin’, listen,” Beau said, his expression gentle despite his firm tone, “I meant it. It’s my job as sheriff to protect the people. You’re one of them.”

For some reason, the statement that it was his job made your heart clench. You swallowed back your knee-jerk emotional response and gave him a shaky smile. “You’re not going to tell me how far a drive it was, are you?”

“Nope.” He paused over the mug, and something in his green eyes softened. “I’m glad you called me, Y/N. I’m glad I could help give you a bit of peace after everythin’ you went through.”

That got to you. The compassion, the kindness. You felt the lump form in your throat, the rise of emotions. Your vision blurred as tears welled up.

“Hey…”

You shook your head and held up a hand, turning away to regain control of yourself. “I’m fine,” you croaked. The hand holding the mug trembled, and you cursed inwardly. You hated this. You hated feeling weak, emotional, over something so god damned trivial—

Then you felt it: his presence. Warm, compassionate, protective. He was right behind you. Your breath hitch, mingled with a soft gasp.

“Come ‘ere,” he whispered, lightly touching your shoulder with just enough pressure to encourage you to turn around. The moment you do, you’re engulfed in a soothing embrace. Your resistance crumbled and for the first time since you left Mark, you cry. The tears, the pain, the fear, all of it came pouring out as you bury your face in Beau’s chest.

Eventually, it filtered through to you that Beau was whispering, his lips buried in your hair. “It’s all right, darlin’,” he whispered. “Let it all out. I ain’t gonna judge.”

You lost track of how long you cried in his arms. Only that after a while, the storm passed, leaving hiccups and sandpapery eyes. And a rather large spot of wetness on Beau’s buttoned-up shirt. Sensing you were done with your tears, Beau reluctantly released you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Feelin’ better?” he asked softly, studying you.

You nodded, sniffled and wiped at your damp cheeks. “Y-yeah. I’m s—”

“God help me,” Beau interrupted you, “but if you apologize one more time I’m gonna take you over my knee and spank you.”

Unexpectedly, you grin, mischief sparkling in your blue eyes. “Promise?”

Beau did a double-take, threw his head back and laughed. “You’re one of those women, ain’t you?”

You giggle and shook your head. “No… I just… you left such a perfect opening and I just… took it.”

He chuckled again, warmth in his tired, beautiful green eyes. “Well, now I know you’ll be all right.”

“I will be,” you agreed, though you couldn’t help but feel that the two of you were discussing very different topics.

“Have a good night, Y/N,” he said, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment. “I imagine I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, given you’ll be workin’ next door.”

You blink, surprised. “How did you…?”

“Doris.” His grin was wry, bemused. “That woman can sniff gossip at ten miles, I swear.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “After you left, Arthur came in to let us know so we wouldn’t be concerned over this new person in his office. Doris asked him all sorts of questions, and then came in and told me.”

“Oh.”

He chuckled at the alarmed look on your face. “Don’t worry, darlin’. The long and short of it is, we know you’ll be workin’ next door and have permission to be there.”

You relaxed. You’re certain Arthur learned some personal information about you that you’d rather wouldn’t be spread around Big Sky. Or worse, the pity….

“Beau,” you said immediately, your stomach clenching. “Doris, she wouldn’t… s-share about me, would she?”

He shook his head and you felt the knot loosening. “She’ll talk about marriages, scandalous affairs, divorces, you name it—but she draws the line at domestic violence, darlin’. Ain’t nobody’s business unless we had to. I promise you that.”

You let out a breath, reassured. Doris had some boundaries then. You could respect that, even as you deplored gossip. “Okay… good. I’m… that’s good.”

Beau’s smile was quick, tired. “Now… if there’s nothin’ else I can do for you, Miss Y/N… I’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Thank you, Beau. Drive safe and get some rest yourself,” you said, a tad reluctant to let him go.

There was the briefest of pauses before Beau nodded at you and left. It was a long, long time before sleep stole you away, and only the memory of the way he held you helped you fall asleep.

—

Your first morning at Arthur’s insurance office—charmingly called The Big Guy—was chaotic, but within a couple of hours, you had a pattern and routine down. Clients called needing help, newcomers came in and wanted to buy insurance, and it was all so busy you were startled to see the clock read 12:00 at you. That was when it dawned on you that you weren’t sure how Arthur handled lunch. It was just literally you in the office. Did he close up for an hour? Half hour? Did he eat and answer calls in the meantime?

Then Doris came in like a tornado, a plate of steaming food in hand, shut the door behind her, locked it, dug up a sign (where did she find it?!) and put it on the door. Then she went straight to the phone and pulled it off the hook.

“W-what?” you stammer, more than a little stunned.

“Arthur never learned to stop and eat,” Doris said briskly, placing the plate in front of you. It was lasagna. Beau must be in heaven right now, you thought with an inner grin. “So I’m gonna teach you, little girl. Take your breaks. Clients will come and go. You only have your health once. So. Eat.”

“I don’t—”

Doris whipped out a fork and knife from her pocket and handed them to you. You shut up and took a bite of the lasagna—and moaned. It was delicious, just the right blend of savory spices and cheese. No wonder Beau had a panic attack at the threat of Doris withholding the lasagna.

“Doris, this is delicious,” you managed between mouthfuls. You had gotten up so late this morning, all you had was a cup of coffee before you arrived at the office, three minutes past 8 o’clock. “I want the recipe.”

“I’ll leave it to you in my will,” she quipped. You laughed and kept on eating. After a few more bites, Doris continued. “Maybe that’ll get Beau to marry you.”

You choke, coughed, and fought to swallow what you could and still breathe. “What?” you rasped, your throat raw.

“You heard me.”

“Doris, we just met!”

“Uh huh. And I’ve never seen a man more smitten than the one who walked into the office this morning,” she said conversationally.

You stare at her. Then a coin dropped. “He told you about the phone call.”

“And the hug.”

You groan, buried your face in your hands. “Oh my God,” you said, your voice muffled, horrified.

“Y/N,” Doris said kindly. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Suspicious, you part your fingers to stare at her.

She continued, holding your gaze, calm and steady. “You don’t. Beau’s been divorced for some time, unable to move on from his ex-wife. You’re the first woman he’s even seemed fascinated by.”

You paused, then asked, “Are you in the habit of letting the person of interest know about this?”

Doris barked a laugh. “Oh hell no, child. I’m usually not into matchmaking.”

Your brows were starting to feel like they might make permanent residence in your hairline. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Matchmaking?” You stare at Doris. “I—you—you barely know me!”

“I spent all morning on the phone with Billings PD,” Doris said casually, her dark eyes pinning you in place. “Got your files. Saw a name on there I recognized. Your old landlady, Mrs. Stefanik. She and I used to go to the same quilting club ages ago.”

You froze. Mrs. Stefanik had been the one who heard you screaming, the one who called 911 and then threatened Mark when he tried to flee—with a goddamned baseball bat. The woman was tough as nails and you loved her for it.

She was also the one who came and visited you at the hospital as you recovered. The one who made sure the police heard everything so that your restraining order was upheld, that Mark was held for 48 hours so she could take your possessions and put them in a safe place.

“H-how… how is she?” you finally asked, your voice a whisper.

“She asked after you too,” Doris said with a pleased nod. “She’s happy to hear you’re safe and doing well.”

“I’ve been here all of a week,” you protested weakly.

“Safe and doing well,” Doris repeated firmly. “Stop putting yourself down, girl. A week or a year doesn’t change that immediate fact.”

You stared at her for a long moment, then nodded for her to go on.

“Beau won’t know what I know,” she said suddenly. “Some of it is in the files and I’ve no doubt that boy will read it all. I came to let you know. And to make sure you ate.”

It finally dawned on you why Doris came over. Not quite to play matchmaker, though that was obviously one of her goals. “You wanted me to know in case he came and asked me some more questions,” you said slowly. “So I wouldn’t be blindsided.”

“Not in case,” Doris said with a knowing nod. “He will, mark my words.” She was quiet for a moment, then added gently, “I was married once. I loved my Stan, but he had a wicked temper. Used to smack me around some. Then when we had kids, he started on them and I knew it had to end. Divorce back then was hard as hell, and more often than not, we’d just grab our kids and run.”

The lasagna stuck in your throat. You swallowed hard to force it down, and asked softly, “What happened?”

“An accident,” she said, and there was something dark in her tone that set your nerves on edge. “He was driving drunk to work and his brakes cut out. Semi took him out.”

You knew right then and there Doris was a dangerous woman and a strong one. “Does Beau know?”

“He knows enough not to arrest me,” Doris said dryly. She waved her hand and snatched up your empty plate and the utensils. “I’m sharin’ this with you for a reason, girl. Beau’s a good man. Not too long ago he nearly went mad with grief when his daughter Emily got kidnapped by a serial killer. He’d raise heaven and hell to keep her safe. The same goes for his ex-wife, Carla.” Those dark eyes pinned you down again. “And I think he’ll do the same for you.”

“Doris… why did they divorce?” you asked, your curiosity going wild with needing to know.

She was about to rise from her seat when your question made her sit down again. “His partner died on a case. Made Beau shut down completely. Carla tried for months to reach him and she just… couldn’t get through to him. Beau blamed himself, which made it worse. Carla wanted marriage counseling, but that didn’t work either. Sometimes… things fall apart. So Carla filed for divorce.”

You took that in, thinking of the sweet man who came to make sure you were safe, who held you as you cried.

Doris watched you keenly, then added, “She’s the reason he came to Big Sky. Well, her late husband was. Since Beau didn’t want to lose access to Emily, he uprooted and came here too. Been here ever since.”

You squint at Doris, then asked carefully, “Why are you playing matchmaker, Doris?”

“Because sometimes bringing two broken people together can make an amazing love story.”

[darkbluekies]

Yo hear me out

Ludwig reaches the age to find a bride. A ball is hosted and women are invited. Darling gets scared and gets flashbacks of her time and doesnt attend.

Here we go again

Yandere!king x fem!reader, yandere!prince, yandere???princess

Summary: it's time for the crown prince to find a wife, but it is more complicated because of his family's disturbing history

Warnings: violence, trauma from earlier ball, mother scared of her own child, conservative views, twisted family

Word count: 1.7k

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It’s normal for girls to have one, but Edmund has insisted that Ludwig should have one too. He needs to be put out in society, to find a queen worthy of the Vesanus-house. You doubt any one deserves to be in this house. They deserve so much better. 

All noble families and aristocracy have been invited in hopes of finding a wife for the future king … or what is left of it. You have no desire to join. It all is too similar to that ball — the one where Edmund decided you were going to be his. When many of your family friends died. When many of your personal friends died. The blood bath was a tsunami, and had given you nightmares for months. You have learned to love him. It’s not like you’ve had any other choice but to accept him. 

You can’t see this ball ending in any other way than it did that night.

“Come on, darling”, Edmund says as he walks into the room. “People are asking for you. You have to come now.”

“I’m not going out there”, you reply shortly, feeling panic set in your body. 

You’re not even wearing the right clothes. Dressed in your nightgown, sitting on the bed. You haven’t planned on leaving any time soon. The mere thought of entering the ball room makes your skin crawl. You haven’t been in there since that night. You’re not planning to either. 

“You have to”, Edmund says, walking closer to the bed.

You can’t control it anymore. “No! I’ll never go in there again!””

He stops. He isn’t used to people telling him ‘no’, and you can’t help but feel a bit cocky about it. 

“If you’re not there, people will talk!” Edmund insists. “They’ll talk about you more than of Ludwig and that will defeat the entire point of the ball!”

“I’m not going out there and I’ll take whatever punishment you come up with because I refuse!” you say through gritted teeth, even though you want nothing more than to scream at him. “It’s exactly like that night! I know that something will happen! He’s just like you.”

You hate to admit it, but Ludwig scares you. Your own child scares you. 

Edmund sighs and nods slowly. 

“Okay, I get it”, he says. 

You don’t look at him. 

“I’ll let you stay here”, he says. “You don’t have to come with me. Get some rest, okay, darling?”

You nod shortly.

“I’ll come check on you every now and then”, he says.

“Okay.”

Edmund walks over to you, cups your cheeks and kisses you gently. He gives you a small smile before he walks out and closes the door behind him, returning to the ball. Maybe this is for the better, he thinks. If you’re in the bedroom, no one will be able to put their filthy eyes on you.

“Father!” Ludwig says loudly to be heard over the crowd of laughing people. “Where is she? Where is mother?”

“She’s not feeling well”, he lies to not cause suspicion among the guests. “She’s resting.”

Ludwig scoffs. Resting? During his debutante ball?

“Not on my fucking watch”, he mutters and makes his way out of the ball room. 

He storms down the great corridors, getting further away from the music and laughter. The dark corridors are colder than the heated ballroom. He marshes towards the king’s and queen’s chamber with an anger roaring in his chest. He doesn’t bother knocking as he enters. You look up at him from the bed, a look of shock and confusion. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ludwig spits and stops right in front of you. “Why aren’t you out there celebrating me? This is a gigantic day for me, mother!”

“I know, Ludwig, but I don’t feel well about it”, you mumble uncomfortably and avoid his intensive eyes. 

The same eyes as his father’s. 

“Because father fucked up?” he scoffs and presses his hands to his chest. “How's that my problem? Why can’t you support me?”

Because you’re like him. 

Ludwig knows about that night. He knows everything. Edmund hasn't understood why he should hide it when it's a big part of the family history.

“I’m sorry”, you say. “I have to rest.”

Ludwig doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t hesitate, before he grabs your wrist and yanks you up from the bed. A painful wave shoots through your arm. He’s holding your wrist in a hard, tight grip that is sure to leave behind bruises. He drags you out of the room, out into the big corridor. 

“Ludwig, stop!” you exclaim. 

He doesn’t listen, doesn’t answer, as if he hasn't heard you. You look around for anything to help you. Your eyes land on a maid carrying table cloths. 

“Get the king!” you plead. 

You continue to fight against Ludwig until Edmund storms over. He ran directly from the stood the second the maid reached him.

“Let her go this instant!” he orders. 

And Ludwig does. You fall down on your knees, clutching your hurt hand to your chest. Your entire body is trembling.

“Have you no shame?!” Edmund roars. “Your mother is in a nightgown! Should the entire aristocracy see her in this state, do you think?”

Ludwig’s ears have gone red. It’s extraordinary, you think, how Edmund is the only one that can make him seem human. The only one that can make him feel pure regret and shame. 

“If you can treat your mother like this, how do you expect any of the men in there to have respect for you?” Edmund continues and gestures back towards the way to the ballroom. “Do you think any of them will let any of their daughters marry you? Answer!”

Ludwig seems to struggle to talk. “No, father …”

“Ask your mother for forgiveness.”

Ludwig turns to you. You force yourself to meet his eyes. 

“Forgive me, mother”, he says. 

It sounds weird to hear him ask for forgiveness. You don’t answer him. Your voice have didappeared. Edmund helps you up gently and wraps his arm around you. You can’t help but cry as he starts to lead you back to the chamber. How could your own child be such a monster? Did he inherit nothing from you? Did you fail as a parent? Could you have done more for him?

“It’s okay, my jewel”, Edmund comforts you. “I will punish him. Did he hurt you?”

“No”, you answer. 

You clutch your painful hand tighter to your chest. 

“Good”, Edmund replies. “I will put guards outside your door to make sure that he won’t return.”

He tucks you in and gives you a sorry smile. He burns with anger. That child. 

“Edmund?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s Victoria?” 

Ludwig storms down the corridor. Fuck everything. Fuck it all. 

He feels something hit him on the leg. He stops. He looks down, then around, but can’t see anything. Another small blow to his leg. He bends down and picks up a small stone. A small smile spreads on his face. 

“Shoot me one more time and I’m taking back the slingshot”, he says. 

“Not fair!” a voice whines from behind one of the heavy drapes by the large window. 

Ludwig walks over to the window and pulls away the heavy, red curtains, revealing a small child sitting on the floor. She giggles up at him. Ludwig crouches down in front of her and knocks on the wooden slingshot. 

“You’re supposed to be asleep by now”, he says. “I thought your governess was supposed to look after you. Where is she?”

“She fell asleep”, Victoria replies and giggles. 

Ludwig scoffs with a smile and picks her up, carrying her on his hip. 

“Alright, let’s go”, he says. “Back to bed.”

“No!” Victoria complains. “I want to dance too.”

“You’re too small. You can dance when you’re older.”

The thought breaks his heart. Reality is, he doesn’t want her to become older. He wants her to stay the little size she is now, innocent and cute. For now, she is the only person that doesn’t dislike him. 

“Have you found a wife yet?” she asks. 

“No, not yet”, he answers. “But the night is young — for me, not for you.”

Victoria hugs her brother's neck and rests her head on his shoulder. 

“I want a debutante ball too”, she mumbles. 

“You will have one, when you're older”, he says. “And I will make sure that no stupid men come to take you. They’ll have to go through a long and hard process with me before I let them come close to you.”

“Will you shoot them with the slingshot?”

“I’m the crown prince, I can do whatever I want.”

He carries Victoria back to the nursery. In the rocking chair, the governess is sleeping with a book in her hand. Ludwig rolls his eyes. He tucks Victoria into her bed and walks over to the rocking chair. He grabs the book out of her hands and hits her on the top of the head. She gasps and shoots up. 

“Hi, good morning”, Ludwig says sarcastically. “Do you know what time it is?”

“N-No, what?” she asks with a raspy, scared voice. 

“Ten. At night. Guess who I just found out in the corridor shooting people who walk by with a slingshot?”

The governess looks around wide eyed, searching for the little girl.

“Do your job before I make father find a new governess”, Ludwig threatens and throws the book in her lap. 

She blushes and apologizes profusely. Ludwig rolls his eyes. 

“Ludwig”, Victoria says from the bed.

“Yes?” Ludwig asks in a softer tone.

“Can you tell me about the ball tomorrow morning?”

“Sure.”

“Will you pick a nice girl? Someone that wants to be my friend?”

Ludwig feels his heart ache. He has friends, some at least — some that have been chosen to be his side when he'sking — but Victoria has none. It's not important. She has her tutors to teach her etiquette. A girl to be married off for connections doesn't need friends. 

“Yes”, he replies quietly. “I will.”

Victoria smiles and hugs her doll, closing her eyes.

Ludwig says goodnight to his little sister and walks out, making his way back to his ball. He will find someone tonight, someone worthy. And if he doesn't, he’ll have these balls until he finds one.