#enchanted and entwined events

[cyberslvts]

DEPRIVED || w. maximoff

Summary: Following the events in Westview, wanda, obsessed and unhinged, becomes determined to get you back.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI smut, oral ( r recieving), enchanted strap (r recieving), blood, consumption of blood, pain kink, slight breeding kink, choking, marking, brief restraints, reader has lowkey lost it,

Pairing: Wanda maximoff x witch!reader

wc: 4.5k

note: Was in the halloween mood and had a craving to write witch reader. Also I apologize for being MIA for a hot minute school has been kicking my ass

In the dimly lit and clandestine lair, you stood amidst a chaotic array of potion bottles, spell books, and mystical artifacts. The air was thick with the scent of arcane ingredients, and the room was bathed in an eerie, pulsating glow emanating from enchanted crystals scattered about. Rows of tall, ancient shelves were lined with tomes containing secrets of the mystical arts.

Your eyes fixated on the ominous pages of the Darkhold stood at the center of the lair, your brows furrowed in concentration. The book seemed to emit an unsettling energy, its dark runes shifting and writhing like a sentient being. Your hands cradled glowing orbs of blue magic, feeling a tingling sensation of power coursing through them.

Your mind crackled with a frenzied electric charge. The relentless grip of sleep deprivation fuels your obsession. The effects of prolonged wakefulness gnawed at your sanity, leaving your thoughts frayed and disjointed. Muscles twitch uncontrollably as if charged by lightning flashing within your wide, bloodshot eyes. Your voice, barely a murmur, subconsciously reciting spells and rituals from the book's ancient pages, the words stumbling from your lips in a fevered trance.

Everything around you seemed louder and more intense than usual as if your senses were on overdrive. It was like your body was a sponge soaking up all the noise and energy in the room.

As you delved deeper into the forbidden knowledge within the Darkhold, a sudden disturbance rippled through the room. The sound of crackling energy filled the air, and a portal of swirling scarlet light materialized before You, Startled, you turned to face the unexpected intrusion.

Emerging from the portal, with a sultry and determined expression, was Wanda Maximoff. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, and she stepped forward with an air of confidence. Despite the anger that still simmered within you, Wanda's presence sent a shiver down their spine.

It felt like seeing a ghost

In the not-so-distant past, you and Wanda Maximoff had been deeply entwined in a passionate and tumultuous love affair Your connection was built on an understanding of each other's innermost desires.

You, a gifted witch in your own right, had always admired Wanda's incredible power. Your initial meeting had been marked by sparks, both figurative and literal, as you recognized kindred spirits in each other. You spent countless nights together, honing your magical skills, exploring the boundaries of your abilities, and indulging in the fiery lust filled passions that burned between you.

But as your love deepened, so did the complexity of your relationship.Wanda's insatiable thirst for power often put her on a dangerous path, seeking forbidden knowledge that few could comprehend. It was during one of her quests for dark magic that everything changed.In a moment of desperation, Wanda cast a spell that trapped you in a false reality—a twisted version of suburban life in Westview. In this artificial world, you lived a mundane existence, blissfully unaware of the magic and powers you once wielded. Your memories were altered, your true identity erased, and Wanda had complete control over your life

For you, it was a nightmare and a dream come true. You oscillated between feelings of betrayal and intense longing. The life she had created for you two was everything you could have ever dreamed of, filled with the perfect haven of your loving family

When the Westview Hex was eventually broken, and you regained your true identity and memories, the rush of emotions was overwhelming. You confronted Wanda, your anger, burned but the love you once shared still lingered beneath the surface. It was a complex and conflicted love, one that was impossible erase

Wanda, haunted by her actions and desperate to atone for her mistakes, fled to find the Darkhold—a powerful and dangerous book of magic that held the key to her quest for the power she would need to reclaim the life that was harshly taken from her.

In an attempt to divert Wanda until they built up the necessary forces to defeat her, Doctor Strange, aware of the dangers that the Darkhold posed, entrusted it to you for safekeeping, knowing that you were one of the few who could resist its seductive pull

At the sight of her, you immediately conjured the dark hold shut, the glowing hues of blue dimmed around you as you lowered yourself to the ground, standing before her.

"Y/n," Wanda purred, stepping out of the portal her voice husky and laced with desire.

Before she could get too close, you crossed your arms in front of your body and threw them outwards. A tendril of blue magic wrapped around her arms and legs, effectively freezing her movements. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" you demanded, your tone filled with anger.

Wanda smirked, Seemingly amused by your reaction. She could have easily overpowered you, but she wanted you to have your fun. She didn't want to scare you. Not yet, at least.

"Oh, Y/n," she grinned, her eyes never leaving yours. "How I've missed your fiery spirit.”

“You shouldn't be here.”

Wanda's expression grew more serious as she struggled against your magical bonds. "I need the Darkhold, Y/n. It's the only way to undo the chaos I've caused."

Your grip on the magical restraints tightened,and you shot back, "Save your breath, Wanda. Me and you both know you have no intentions of doing that”

Wanda's eyes flashed with a hint of frustration “You’re always so stubborn”

The room crackled with tension as the truth hung in the air. Both of you were harboring secrets, aware of each other's desires and motives

You stepped closer to her your fingers twisting in the air to hold the restraint “I won't ask again, why are you here.”

“I needed to see you” she confessed, her voice husky, her gaze never wavering from yours.

You broke out into a sarcastic smile, your tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek as you shook your head in disbelief. The madness that swirled between you and Wanda had reached a fever pitch, and it was clear that this reunion would only further entangle you both in the web of chaos that defined your complex relationship.

“You didn't seem so eager to see me when you left me in Westview” Your voice came out sharper then you intended. obviously still hurt from her actions. The way she had left you was awful. Alone, surrounded by ring of flashing red and blue lights that demanded answers to questions you couldnt even comprehend

Wanda let out an exasperated sigh a sense of guilt building up inside her “I had no other choice y/n. Strange was after me and You would have never gone with me”

The soft flicker of candlelight casted an eerie, shadow on Wanda's face, accentuating the mysterious allure that always seemed to surround her. Her eyes, partially obscured by the dim light, bore into you with a mix of longing and lust. You couldn't help but notice how her figure looked in the low light – the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the seductive curve of her lips as they formed that infuriating smirk. The undeniable attraction that pulsed between you two was like a magnetic force, drawing you together. It was a desire that both thrilled and repulsed you.

“Because you trapped me, you stole my life!” you echoed with a sardonic laugh, your voice tinged with a hint of hysteria. the memories of your past experiences with Wanda had driven you into a state of rage and paranoia, endless days and night spent waiting for her return

“It was the only way to protect you,” she argued back, her conviction unwavering, convinced that she had done what was necessary to shield you from the dangers of the outside world.

Your eye twitched with rage as you denied her allegations vehemently. "You're delusional Wanda, You just wanted to control me.”

Her head dropped to the floor, and her shoulders shook as she let out a menacing chuckle. When her eyes returned to you, they were three times darker, and the room itself seemed to respond to her shifting presence as if the shadows deepened around her

"When will you understand," she whispered, her voice now dripping with an eerie, otherworldly resonance that sent shivers down your spine. It was as if she had tapped into something primal and ancient, a power beyond comprehension.

"I would kill for you, Y/n," her words took on an ominous weight, the air growing heavy with her declaration. "I would rip myself to pieces if it meant keeping you safe," she continued, her breathing growing heavier, each word laced with an intensity that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the room

Her grin widened, taking on an unsettling edge as if she could see right through you, right into the depths of your soul. The intensity of her gaze was suffocating, and it terrified you to your core.

"And you fucking love that," she hissed, her eyes glinting with a manic fervor that sent a shiver down your spine. “It excites you.”

"Shut up!" You couldn't contain your frustration any longer. With a surge of power, a flash of brilliant blue lit up the room as the magical restraints around Wanda tightened. She gritted her teeth, and a prominent vein bulged on her neck, her struggle against the sudden and intense pressure evident in her clenched jaw and furrowed brow.

"Well, someone has certainly been doing their homework," a deranged expression of pain and excitement glowed on her face. "I wasn't sure how far along you had gotten in the Darkhold, but my god..."

"Oh, for the love of God," you muttered through clenched teeth, your jaw tightening in frustration. as you struggled to maintain your composure in the face of her unsettling revelations. "What kind of deluded fantasies have you come up with now?"

The room seemed to hum with tension, The past and the present collided, and the lines between reality and the pull of the Darkhold blurred your thoughts into a red haze.

"I can feel it. The darkness you've been studying. It's consuming you, just like it did me." The switch in her tone made your blood run cold. Her eyes locked onto yours, searching for a reaction "I've been watching you, Y/n."

For months, Wanda had been studying you, watching you from the shadows, watching your obsession grow with every passing day. She had guided you, manipulated events, all with the intent of drawing you into the same darkness that had overtaken her. But she had to be patient, allowing you to come to it on your own, letting the seductive pull of corruption work its magic until you were entangled in its irresistible web.

“You weren't supposed to read the darkhold, you were only supposed to watch over it” Her voice dripped with a sultry and unhinged desire as she taunted you. “You’re no better than me.”

The consuming darkness of the situation weighed heavily on your shoulders, as you recalled the ghastly events of the past few months. At first, you only started studying the Darkhold for research purposes, perhaps trying to understand Wanda, to fathom why she did the things she did. And yet, in the depths of your mind, the Darkhold's whispers grew louder, its promises of untold power and the allure of the forbidden knowledge beginning to take hold. The more you studied it, the more it consumed your thoughts, leaving you with an insatiable hunger for its secrets.

While you were lost in the sea of memories, a beam of red magic shot past the corner of your eye, and before you knew it, you were sent tumbling back to your feet.

You stumbled backward, Adrenaline beginning to course through your veins. Wanda advanced on you with an unsettling mixture of hunger and madness. She threw her head back, and a loud cackle echoed in the room. "Isn't it exhilarating! The power, the temptation. It's irresistible!"

As Wanda closed in on you, you couldn't deny the odd thrill that surged through you. Her presence was overwhelming and a part of you couldn't help but be endlessley drawn to her.

“You're sick.” you spat out, backing away until your back hit your desk. “You’re fucking sick!”

“Sick with love,” she returned with a hint of seductive playfulness

You turned away from her, your hands anchored to the edge of your desk, your shoulders rising to your ears as you tried to fathom how you ended up here, in this twisted dance with the woman who was once the center of your world. The woman who you spent months missing, nights filled with aching longing and days spent wondering where she was, if she was dead or alive.

“Dont you remember our life together” Her tone was soft and convincing “How nice it was”

She came up behind you, her arms wrapping around you, and she smiled when she didn't feel you push them away.

Painful flashes of your memories in Westview flooded into your mind. You remembered your two boys, whom you were equally bonded to. You remembered the endless movie nights and family dinners, waking up and falling asleep next to Wanda every day had become a feeling you grew accustomed to. Those memories were a bittersweet reminder of the life you had shared before everything went awry, and they added to the torment of your current situation.

You remembered how safe and loved you had felt. But it wasn't real. None of it was real. You had told yourself that countless times—nights when everything was too quiet, and the familiar suffocating feeling of loneliness threatened to consume you. You ached to be back in Westview, with your family. But most of all, you yearned to be with Wanda. the memories of what you had shared weighed heavily on your heart.

“I know who you are Y/N,” You could feel her breath against your neck as her hands rubbed mindless patterns down your stomach. “I know what you crave”

A surge of anger suddenly lit up inside you, furious about how she made you feel. Angry that you had spent months alone, going insane with paranoia and the uncertainty of where she was in the world, Angry that she imprisoned you, controlled you, manipulated you. And you liked it. You loved the fire between you, the intense and deranged connection that bound you together. After all of that, she remained the one person who understood you best, the one who endlessly craved and longed for you.

You suddenly spun around and gripped onto the leather edge of her suit dragging her down until her lips roughly met yours.

Wanda's response was immediate, her hunger for you matching your own. Her arms enveloped you, pulling you up until your legs wrapped around her. Her strides were long across the room trying to find the closest surface to hold you up against.

She pressed you against the oak of your bookcase, and you let out a whimper against her lips when you felt the painful bite of your spell book spines digging into your back.

Wanda took attention to this and used her magic to smoothly fuse through the bookcase and into the privacy of your bedroom. Her determination to be with you becoming increasingly evident. She tossed you onto the bed and crawled over you, reconnecting your lips into a searing kiss.

Her tongue wrestled with yours untill you were moaning into each other's mouths. With one hand holding herself up the other slid up and down your thigh, Warm and possessive. With an expert touch, Her lips moved down to your neck, where she immediately began nipping at that spot she knew you loved so much.

Your breaths were starting to become uneven and you through an arm over her neck, Wanting to be closer to her. You felt Wanda smile into your skin, reveling in your neediness

She conjured away the rest of your clothes, leaving you fully exposed infront of her longing gaze. Your body shivered when the textured leather of Wandas suit rubbed up against you, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

Lowering herself down, she pressed her lips to one of your erect nipples, envelopong it in a sensual kiss. Her mouth then tenderly sucked on the sensitive bud while her fingers skillfuklly squeezed and pinched the other. She glanced up at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction as she took in the sight of your blissful expression, eyes squeezed shut and your mouth slightly parted, completely lost in the pleasure she was giving you.

“I want to taste you” she mumbled against your skin, Descending down the mattress, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down your stomach. She kneeled in front of the bed and roughly pulled your legs until they were hanging off.

You could feel her breath on your pussy as she kissed everywhere, purposefully missing the one place you needed it the most.

She gently slide a finger into your hole and let out a low groan when she felt your wet walls immediately suck her in further.

“Still so responsive... you really are mine, aren’t you baby?” she mumbled in between kisses to your thighs, when you didn't respond she nipped at your skin.

“I will never be yours again” your breathed out, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took in

Something twisted inside Wanda at your words and a dark expression overcame her features as her grip on your thighs involuntarily tightened.

“Well see how you feel after this, pretty girl”

The pet's name is spat out like a curse. But you don't miss the way her tongue rolls over the words like she meant it. Like she actually thinks you are pretty. And so, despite the situation your cheeks burn red, and your heart hammers in your chest.

You didn’t get a chance to respond before you felt her roughly slide two fingers into your dripping hole, immediately curling and hitting your sweet spot. A satisfied grin formed on Wanda's face as she watched your head fall back in pleasure.

Unable to wait any longer She dropped her head and replaced her fingers with her tongue, moaning at the taste of you. You glanced down and felt your pussy clench at the erotic sight of Wanda stuffed between your legs.

She opened her mouth wide and immersed her tongue as deep as it could go. Swirling and twisting in all the right places. It had been so long, Too long since she had gotten to taste her girl, the urgency and desperation became evident when she started lapping at you like a ravenous creature.

A sharp hiss escaped your lips as the metal points of her crown pressed into the tender flesh of your thighs. You instinctively squirmed and writhed in an attempt to escape the painful sensation

She only tightened her hold on your thighs keeping them secured to her shoulders “Stay still," she commanded, her voice dripping with desire. "I'm not done yet.”

Your response was reduced to a mere whimper as an overwhelming sensation engulfed you. All of your nerves felt like they were on fire. You couldn't even form a coherent sentence. It all felt too good.

You felt your orgasm build embarrassingly fast, the tight coil in your stomach winding even tighter. It had been an eternity since someone had touched you this expertly—no one living up to the lofty standards Wanda had set.

Her tongue dipped into you and then dragged along your slit until it reached your clit, where she relentlessley started sucking on the hardened bud. Your moans echoed throughout the room As you began to mindlessly grind up into her mouth.

Every roll of your hips sent the sharp material of the crown deeper into your skin. Your mind began to feel fuzzy as it fell into a haze of overwhelming pleasure. Wanda was drunk off the sight of you right now. Fucked-out and completely at her mercy. Her chin was coated in your slick as she shamelessly devoured you.

Her eyes were glued onto your body, taking in the sight of your head thrown back in pleasure, your limbs squirming under her, watching you struggle to fight of your orgasm only encouraged her to go faster.

She pressed her face further into your core. A crimson streak of blood trickled down your thighs and onto her crown. Mingling with your arousal.

“Cum for me baby,” she commanded with a throaty groan, her fingers digging into your thighs. “show me that you’re mine”

You let out a loud moan and your hands flew to the sides of her head, Tangling into the mess of frayed red hair, Wanda's own moans harmonized with vibrations coursing through you, heightening the intensity of your orgasm.

Your hips slowed their pace as the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving your body pulsating with the aftermath of your climax. Breathing heavily, you propped yourself up on your elbows, your eyes fixated on Wanda who was undeniably captivated by the streams of blood tracing their way down your thigh.

A sinister smirk curved your lips as you taunted “You twisted bitch, you love it when I bleed for you”

Wanda responded with a chilling expression. Without breaking eye contact, She re-wrapped her arm around you. Her fingers possessively digging into your skin. She dragged her tongue over the cut, savoring the metallic taste

Your eyes fluttered shut, The gentle warmth of Wanda's tongue soothed the irritated burn, providing a small measure of comfort. As she rose from between your legs her hand found your throat, gripping it with a firm hold that demanded your attention.

Your eyes reluctantly reopened to meet Wanda's intense gaze. Her lips captured yours in a demanding kiss, and the lingering taste of blood mixed with your arousal coated your taste buds. It was a heady mixture that left you feeling undeniably dirty yet strangely exhilarated.

“You belong to me,” she whispered against your lips, her hand still wrapped around your throat. “You are mine to touch, to pleasure, to mark. Don't you ever forget that.”

You smiled and bit your lip, amused by her sudden possessiveness. Using her magic, she removed the rest of her clothes and waved her hand in front of her hips until a long scarlet dildo attached to a black harness reappeared.

You bit into your lip harder as recognition washed over you. It was your favorite toy, the one that allowed Wanda to intimately feel every inch of your throbbing pussy. You felt yourself clench, Anticipation coursing through your veins.

Still hovering over you, She held the base of the strap and dragged the tip along your slit a low groan emitting from both of your mouths at the contact. You began to grow impatient, arching yourself up as you watched her tease herself.

She finally pushed herself into you, and an unrestrained moan escaped her parted lips as she savored the exquisite sensation of your snug, velvety walls enveloping her. She stilled herself for a moment, allowing you to gradually adjust to the fullness.

“I missed your pussy so much” she groaned out, coming down to press her chest against yours as her hips began to rock into you. The toy curves up and and slides against your insides in the most perfect way, she’s nearly halfway in and you clamp down on her.

“Fuck, you're squeezing me so good.” Wanda leans closer to you, inhaling your scent as one of her hands grips your thigh. She pulls the toy out until just the tip remains inside before roughly snaping her hips forward. You loudly moaned into her ear, digging your nails into her back.

“Harder” you whined, wrapping your legs around her waist and pressing your heels into her back, edging her in deeper. “Please, wanda”

She grinned and started pounding into you harder. Pushing her cock in as deep as it could go. “I knew you were still my slut.”

You could only respond with a breathless call of her name. She further pushes your body into the mattress making you feel even smaller as her strap rams into your pussy. you grip onto her tighter and your moans float all throughout the room, they bounce around the walls and come slamming back into your own ears.

“Yeah, you like being called what you are? Because you're my slut. Mine” Her movements are becoming erratic. The mattress squeaks under you and your headboard slams into the wall with every forceful thrust of her hips. “im never letting you slip away again.”

Your hands claw deep red streaks across her back that move with every flex of her muscles. Her hand grip your ass, grinding you onto her cock as her thrusts begin to lose their rhythem.

She thrusts at an angle that has you seeing white light. Your whole body shook as your orgasm crashed over you. Every nerve was sent into overdrive, no feeling could ever compare to this. Being under Wanda, your limbs tightly bound to her as you fell apart on her cock. It all felt so right

“Fuck, oh fuck, You're gonna make me cum” she grunted, shoving her face into your neck. As she chased her high, tortured with the need to release into your wet heat “Gonna fill this pussy up so good-Fuck!”

Her hips roll into you until she is fully submerged in your pussy. Loud moans and whines fill your ears as you feel thick ropes of her cum paint your insides, filling you to the brim until it splatters on the insides of your thighs. Her hips are still fucking into you and your cunt wraps around her cock pulling her in further.

After she rides out the last bits of her high, her body collapses onto you, pressing you into the mattress. You feel her shaky sighs against your neck, and her body slowly relaxes as you soothingly run your hands through her hair. Just when you think she might have fallen asleep, she abruptly leans up to look down at you.

“You're a fucking nightmare.” you breathlessly whisper

She responds by kissing your lips, her love and obsession intermingling in that stolen moment. You can't help but return the kiss with the same feverish fervor, wrapping your arms around her neck and arching into her.

This new side of you excited wanda to exhilarating heights. Even in the early stages of your relationship, you had always embraced your darker nature, and it was one of the things that had initially drawn her to you, but this newfound level of intensity made her pulse with excitement about your future together, the things you'd do together, the things you'd learn, all the things she would teach you.

You were just so perfect for her, you had always been, and In your bones, you knew you could never be without wanda, it was as if the two of you were eternally connected at your very core.

A smile stretched across your face as she gazed into your eyes. It was clear that your journey into the depths of darkness was far from over.

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[cyberfreaky]

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ´ˎ˗

pairing: sub!jake x fem!avatar

summary: during an annual festival within the clan, you notice jake flirting with another woman. once the celebration had ended & the two of you had retreated to your hut — you made sure to remind your mate who he belonged to.

warnings: nsfw content (18+ mndi), bondage, oral (m receiving), edging, p n v penetration, degradation, hair pulling, pet names, usage of ‘um’ma’ (basically means mommy, creds to @cuethediscoandthedrinks !!)

notes: i got a little carried away lmao, but look at those pics. he’s so baby girl. also i sorta lost the plot half way LMAOO but hopefully u still like it hehe

the moonlight glimmered across the crowd of eloquently dressed na'vi, everyone draped in their traditional beading and headdresses as they danced around the communal bonfire. sounds of chanting, music and cheering filled the ears of everyone in attendance, the volume travelling far into the depths of the pandora forest. it was such a joyous celebration, events such as this were a rare occurrence amongst your clan — so you planned to have the time of your life.

your arms swung high and low, knees bouncing up as you followed the beat of the banging drums. sralú, your closest friend, danced alongside you. the both of you beamed with elation, smiling widely at one another as the high of the moment sent you both into a state of euphoria. "how incredible is this?" you breathlessly proclaim to sralú.

"i haven't felt such joy in so long, ‘elyan!” your friend loudly professes over the roaring music. her eyes scanned the crowd, dark brows knitted together. “where’s the demon, tonight?”

sralú laughed as you gasped in offence, playfully shoving her shoulder defensively. “stop calling him that!” you exclaim, mimicking her actions and searching for jake amongst the swarm of na’vi. it’d been a while since you saw him, he’d wandered off after claiming he was taking a small break from the festivities.

“i’ll be back, m’gonna go look for him.” you excused yourself, manoeuvring through the dancing bodies.

you searched around the surrounding areas, slowly growing curious about jake’s whereabouts. there was no sense of worry or concern as you sought him out — worst case scenario was that he had decided the gathering was too much for him and had left. while you’d prefer for him to let you know where he was for your own easement, it wasn’t really a big deal.

the past ten minutes were spent looking everywhere you possibly could, you eventually gave up and assumed jake had retreated back to you the hut for the night. while you adjusted the traditional necklaces that laid heavily across your neck and chest, you felt the sudden urge to turn around. following your instincts, you glanced over your shoulder and noticed jake standing on the other side of the crowd, awkwardly gazing around the area. you giggled to yourself at his timidness, secretly observing him from afar as his own gaze slowly begun to wander.

his eyes were following one of the clan’s most enchanting warriors, kaytara. she was adorned with glimmering beads and finely crafted fabric — thinly veiled across her lean body. her dark, wavy hair cascaded down her back, two braided twists framed her face with silver ornaments entwined at the ends. you watched as kaytara approached jake, striking up what seemed to be a riveting conversation.

you were never the jealous type, the trust you shared with jake was enough to ease your mind. but for obvious reasons, the sight of someone brushing up against your mate and ruffling their hand through his hair did not sit well with you. your discontent only heightened when you witnessed jake grazing his hands over kaytara’s beaded chest, a smug expression on his face as he was very clearly flirting with her. you glared banefully at them both, the rage you felt forced you to push through everyone in front of you.

jake hadn’t seen you storming over until your voice chimed into his ears. he turned away from kaytara, having the audacity to excuse himself from their ‘conversation’. “ma’jake, i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” your voice was high pitched, trying to imitate a compassionate tone as you plastered on a fake smile.

“got tired from all the, y’know, celebrating. needed a break.” he admitted with a shrug.

you ignored him and turned to kaytara, continuing to wear that painted smile. “wow, look at you. such a beautiful woman you are, kaytara.” you complimented through gritted teeth.

“thank you, jake was just telling me the same thing.”

“is that right?” you brows raised questionably, looking back at your now anxious mate. “what a lovely thing to say.“ your seething face not once moving away from jake’s, his nervous anxious proving all your suspicions to be true. “i’m sorry for interrupting, please continue, jake.”

jake sheepishly said your name, his eyes pleading with you to stop. “c’mon, let’s go dance.” he grabbed your hand, you shook your head and instinctively pulled him towards your chest.

you leaned forward, your mouth hovering over his ear. “don’t ever embarrass me like that again.” you dropped his grasp and walked away, leaving jake behind with nail-biting nervousness.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

the remaining of your night wasn’t spent as excitingly as you planned. you had abandoned dancing with sralú all together and opted for the mossy ground, sitting with annoyance as you thought about jake’s behaviour. he hadn’t had the guts to approach you after you disappeared, the threatening tone of your voice was enough to scare him into the corner for the rest of the festival.

the brief walk back to your hut was tense, you hadn’t acknowledged jake once despite his efforts to get your attention. he hadn’t even imagined what you were planning inside your quipped, little mind. once you were both in the sanctuary of your home, you finally dropped the silent treatment. after all, the night had only just begun for you.

“please, listen t’me. it’s not what you thin-”

you shoved jake harshly, causing him to fall back on top of the stacks of woven mats. his golden eyes widened, lips falling ajar in disarray. “no, you listen to me.” you hovered over his body. you placed your nimble fingers below his chin, titling his head upwards. “i don’t like sharing. not my clothing, not my belongings. and especially not you.”

jake gawked up at you as he shook his head. “i wasn’t trying anything on her, i was just bein’ friendly. i swear.”

“friendly?” you stepped away, leisurely taking steps to the wooden countertop and retrieving a bundle of rope. you unravelled the bunch and allowed the rope to drag across the floor as you strode over to jake, smirking to yourself at his stunned expression.

“mm, i think you were being a little more than friendly, dove.” you straddled his lap, tsk’ing to yourself while tracing along his broad chest. jake’s breathing was unsteady as your fingertips danced across his azure skin, bottom lip caught beneath his sharpened fangs. “guess m’gonna have to teach you a lesson.” you pecked the tip of his nose, pulling away with a deceitful grin.

you knotted one side of the rope around a carved post, soon grappling onto jake’s wrists and placing them behind his head, binding them together. he gasped loudly as you tightened the rope, ensuring the rope wouldn’t untie. the bemused look on jake’s face made you laugh to yourself, his willingness to impress you despite being confused never failed to amuse you. he’d allow you to do anything to him, the power you held over him was so intoxicating. jake’s entire life now was spent holding authority over everyone around him — he wanted nothing more than to submit to the only woman who could control him.

“you look good like this.” you chuckle lowly. jake melted at the mere praise, his lips begging to be kissed.

a looming warmth blossomed within jake as you leant forward, teasing brushing your lips against his before indulging yourself in him. your tongue slipped past his parted lips, tenderly lacing it with his. your hand grazed over the pitched tent in his loincloth, palming roughly against his cock. jake groaned achingly into your mouth, chest heaving at your touch.

you pulled away swiftly, bringing your thumb to his bitten lips as you lustfully stared into his widened eyes. “desperate, little thing, aren’t you?”

jake breathlessly watched as you backed up, harshly spreading his legs apart. you were knelt between his muscular thighs, toying with the hem of his blotched loincloth. “already making a mess and i’ve barely touched you.” you taunted him, soon removing the thick fabric from his hips and revealing his throbbing length. you licked your lips at the sight, the beads of pre-cum lathered across his glistening tip exciting you.

“please.” jake urged as he bucked into the open air. “need you.”

you hissed at him, pushing his hips down. “stupid, boy.” your long nails dug into his skin, forcing jake to whimper at the stinging sensation. “stay still, or you’re not cumming at all tonight. you hear me?”

jake nodded understandingly. “yes, um’ma.”

you laid on your tummy in front of him, arching your back with your ass in the air. you snaked your soft hand around jake’s length, your tongue teasingly lapping up the salty release from his tip. jake’s guttural moans filled your ears, his tail thumping aggressively on the ground as his hips threatened to buck. “f-fuck!” jake cried pathetically.

you pressed a kiss on the throbbing head, tilting your head to the side to drag your wet tongue down the side of his cock. the veins in his length were pulsing as your delicate licks ran up and down tauntingly, occasionally leaving sloppy, wet kisses. you glanced up at jake through your thick lashes, watching his face contort with pleasure and utter desperation. his moans were like a symphony, so loud and unapologetic. the erotic sounds rippled through your own body, your cunt drenching with slick arousal.

jake was a squirming mess, the sight of you alone in front of him and your heavenly touch made his poor mind fog — his building release already close. your warm lips wrapped around jake, tongue swirling around his reddened tip as you continued to torture your lover. his head fell back against the hut wall, amber eyes screwed shut as breathless obscenities fell from his pretty mouth. “s-shit..jesus, fuck.”

you chuckled as you hollowed your cheeks, taking in as much of jake’s swelling cock as your hand pumped the remaining of his thick length — the salacious combo making jake see stars above him. your head bobbed up and down at an agonising speed, spit dripping down into your palm and allowing your hand to pump relentlessly with ease. your ample ass swayed side to side, the fullness of jake inside your mouth and his blubbering whimpers made your core ache. your plush thighs were clenched, rubbing vigorously on another to create friction against your sensitive clit.

jake’s cock twitched in your throat, his lewd grunts and rocking hips showing how close his climax was approaching. you abruptly released your hands from him, removing your lips as you sat up with a wicked grin.

“w-what’re you doing?” jake’s voice trembled, his leg bouncing with agitation. the sudden loss of your lips wrapped around him made him whine with desperation, head flailing back and forth as the painful sensation of his throbbing member was left untouched. “please, um’ma. i can’t do this. it fuckin’ hurts.” jake’s eyes pricked with tears, his edged orgasm overwhelming him to an unknown degree.

you straddled jake’s thigh as he crumbled below you, smiling cruelly at the thrashing mess he was. “is that right?” you tease, staring deeply into his glassy eyes. your long fingers traced the skin of his lower body, purposely avoiding the pained area he needed you most. you giggled at jake’s strenuous efforts to get himself off, stupidly thrusting himself in the air in hopes that you would wrap yourself around him again.

seeing jake so desperate for your touch nearly made you feel guilty for depriving him of such a euphoric release. you were so smug, selfishly relishing in the way jake yearned for you. his lips were so bitten, drops of blood had been drawn. the way he fought against the rope with such force, frantically trying to rip through the knot so he could finally coax out his sweet climax. you could see a hint of resent in his flustered eyes, if the straps around his wrists were to untie — you knew jake would pounce onto you and fuck you until you were nothing but a pool of pleasure. this fuelled you in such sadistic ways, the feeling of having complete control over him was so fucking intoxicating.

you bit along his neck, nipping harshly at his skin to leave a trail of love-bites. his jolted movements made you pull away from his throat, watching him grunt incessantly. “stop being such a fucking baby.” you laughed as jake yanked against his restraints, the discomfort in his cock becoming too much to handle.

“anything, um’ma, do anything.” jake pleaded, an actual tear falling down his flushed cheek. you licked the salty tear from his face, pressing a gentle kiss on his swollen lips. his eyes looked hopelessly into yours, ears flattened against his dark hair with a pouted expression. “m’sorry for talking to that girl, i won’t do it again.” jake breathed shakily, sucking air in through his teeth. “i’m begging you. please..please touch me.”

you wanted to fight the urge to pity him, but you were struggling. while it was fun to punish him for his behaviour — rewarding him would result in a reward for you. isn’t that a treat? “you’re lucky you’re so pretty.” you stood up before jake, untying the thread of your own dampened loincloth and throwing it aside.

the view and scent of your dripping pussy made jake whine hungrily, a pool of drool forming in the corner of his mouth. your fingers clasped around jake’s length as you slowly lowered yourself, rubbing his throbbing tip throughout your soaking folds. you grasped into his shoulder for balance, both yours and jake’s depraved moans filling your shared hut. you couldn’t help but crash your lips onto his again, muffling erotic grunts into each others mouths as you sunk yourself entirely on him — the globes of your ass nuzzling against his swollen balls.

“argh!” you mewled, your hands brushing through jake’s hair and gripping it tightly. the sensation courses through his sprawled out body, hitting him in the most pleasurable ways. you braced yourself for a moment, the stretch of his girth was still a feeling you needed to adjust to. “mm, such a good boy for um’ma, aren’t you?” you praised him, earning a feeble whimper from jake as he nodded hazily.

with your legs squatted down on each side of jake’s thighs — you slowly began to bounce yourself, wailing loudly at the fullness of jake inside your tight cunt. your pace was tedious, wanting to savour the feeling of his cock pressing against your gummy walls, the rippled veins pulsating deep inside you. your grip on jake’s sweating hair had grown tighter, you pulled his head back to force him to look into your eyes.

“tell me how it feels.” you panted fervently, alternating your bouncing to a slow grind, rolling your hips sensually as your pelvis rocked against his. “wanna hear those pretty moans.”

“feels so good.” jake grunted mercilessly, holding himself back from thrusting up into you. “..oh, god..feels like fuckin’ heaven.”

you reviled in the way his body trembled below you, feeling nothing but the warmth of your heat. you could watch him like this all day, teary eyed begging for you to let him cum. jake imagined his large hands rubbing all around your sweating body, grappling tightly on your hips to bounce you harder on his raw length.

the pornographic thought excited him, impulsively causing his hips to thrust hard into your pussy. your foggy mind couldn’t find the energy to even care at this point, you unconsciously allowed him to fuck himself into you as the speed of your bouncing increased. the squelching sound of your wet cunt fuelling the brewing orgasms between you both.

“so desperate t’cum, huh?” you giggle through breathless pants, arms now wrapped around the base of his neck. your fluttering eyes bored into jake’s, mouths fallen ajar as both your aroused moans filled the hut.

jake nodded tiredly, his poor lips bitten raw from containing his roaring grunts. “only if i’m allowed.”

“that’s a good boy.” you whisper in his ear, feeling your own climax approaching. “i want you to cum with me, m’kay?”

“yes, um’ma.”

your moves were expert, thrashing and riding to coax out your mate’s desperate orgasm. the slapping of wet skin and the primal cries of pleasure soared from wall to wall, creating such a lewd and aggressive atmosphere. jake’s deep ruts were hitting your spongey spot as you bounced passionately up and down his quivering cock, feeling the warmth inside you spread to every shaking limb.

within minutes the coil within you snapped, your walls clenching hard around jake. “y-yes! c’mon, baby.” you groaned salaciously, steadying your pace as your release wore you down completely, your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

your words were his permission to let go. “um’ma, m’cumming..fuck!” his thrusts became sloppy as ropes of his white cum spurted inside you, devilishly mixing with your own sopping release. the feeling of him filling you up made your legs give out, knees hitting the floor as your bodies trembled uncontrollably from the intense climax.

you were completely breathless, your beaded chest pressed against jake’s bare one as you tried to collect yourself. the two of you remained in that exact spot for a moment, your lungs struggling to administer air. you didn’t want him to pull out of you just yet — and jake had no intentions of leaving the warmth of your tight core.

after minutes of shared silence, you finally managed to find a slither of energy. you brought your face up to his, the pad of your thumb wiped away his remaining tears. his honey eyes were cloudy, a small smile growing on his cherry lips. “i love you.” you whisper, your frail hands cupping either side of his flushed face as you kissed him one last time.

“i love you, too, um’ma.”

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[mynameis-noe-body]

marquis de gramont fic

Y/n is sweet and kind and isn't part of Vincent world, but he fell for her anyway and although he's ruthless he has a soft spot for her as she's his wife. A fic of him killing someone and she accidentally sees and get scared and he comforts and cuddles her.

Thank you for the request! I found myself immediately inspired and I wrote it as soon as I could.

I am working on the other requests, too! It will just take a little time :) 🖤

Safe in his arms

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

The first time he had seen you, truly seen you, was at the Louvre. On a January morning, when Paris was still cold and tormented by a wind blowing from the north, when the fog rose in the city's parks and around its splendid monuments, bathing everything in an intense white, you had waited for hours on those stairs, with your arms crossed, looking at one single work of art. At first Vincent didn't give it much importance. But when the crowd thinned out, around noon, knowing that soon the guests would arrive at his private event — yet another official HighTable lunch right there in Paris — and seeing you still there, fascinated, he approached.

"Madmoiselle, I am sorry. These rooms have been reserved for a private event. You should leave" he had said, coldly.

But you, you smiled. And your smile was sweet. "Can I just ask you for a minute? One minute, and I'll be gone. I've never seen her like this." You looked up dreamily at Nike — that marble statue at the top of the steps, as proud and silent as you'd ever seen it. “She is just so beautiful” you had commented under your breath, as if not to break that spell. "They deprived her of her arms, of her very face. They tore her to pieces. Yet no one has ever managed to take away of her wings."

Vincent, enchanted by your words, so simple and so true, lost himself in your face. His gaze filled with you for the first time. He watched you go, nodding at you when you wished him a good day, and he followed you with wondering eyes until he saw you disappear. He didn't know it yet, but you would haunt his days and his nights from now on.

He looked for you. He had his men search for you until he could find you. Your subsequent encounters must have seemed casual; a casual meeting in the park during your walk, a chat over a coffee, you even met in the library.

You laughed about it. “It almost feels like fate.”

Vincent nodded. Fate, sure.

He wooed you with expensive gifts, luxurious dinners, evenings at the theater, visits to the most prestigious private art collections — but you weren't as impressed as he expected.

“How can I make you happy, mon amour?” he asked you.

"I don't want your money, Vincent, only you."

And so, one spring evening, you found yourselves simply walking through the streets of Montmartre, laughing and chatting amiably, holding hands, exchanging a few kisses without realizing that the night had already passed; at dawn, on the steps of the cathedral, it was just the two of you, two hot cappuccinos and two croissants, watching the sun rise from the east, illuminating a new day.

Soon after, he asked you to marry him. And you said yes.

There was only one small problem. You knew nothing about him.

▪️▪️▪️

You were beautiful. Naked in his bed after yet another night of love, entwined with the ivory silk pillow, your cheeks slightly flushed and your lips so sweet, so languid. Vincent stroked your hair, watching you sleep. You had the power to unleash in him a tenderness that had long been buried, forgotten and drowned in an ocean of violence. There was nothing he loved more than taking care of you, spending hours listening to your stories so simple and yet full of emotions; he was surprised at how you were able to find beauty in the most mundane things. There was no art that compared to the perfect curves of your body in his hands, against his lips, kissed by his mouth, worshiped by his limbs. There was nothing he wanted more, at the end of a day, than to soak in your immense bathtub with you — a glass of champagne, a tray of mini pastries, macarons and fine chocolates, essential oils and perfumes in the warm water and his hand gently caressing your breast, listening to your heartbeat — before carrying you to bed and falling asleep in your arms.

You were his most precious jewel. And because of this, his biggest fear was losing you forever.

Yes, in his world you were a weakness. Vincent had taken every precaution to keep you away from the monsters that lurked in the shadows of his life, but on the other hand it was inevitable that sooner or later the Great Table would learn of your existence. With this, the problems had begun. Vincent was a powerful man and a powerful man always had enemies. Indeed, the more power he had, the greater the number of his nemeses.

House Bisset De Gramont was a peaceful, safe place, far from danger. Immersed in the Provençal countryside, surrounded as far as the eye can see by lilac fields of fragrant lavender, kissed by the sun, it was one of your favorite places to spend long summer weeks. You knew that Vincent was a Marquis, that his family had been extremely wealthy, and that his business took him all over the world... and nothing else. You enjoyed your holidays with a carefreeness that he envied. Vincent watched you tan by the pool, read your favorite novels lying on the green grass of his gardens, paint the spectacle of lavender swaying in the wind, and hoped that nothing would ever affect your happiness.

But that morning, that morning...

There was a knock on your bedroom door. Yet they knew — his men had been well instructed about it and it was forbidden for anyone to come near your bedroom! What the hell were they doing?

Quickly, he stood up and put on a robe, stomping out of the bedroom with frozen anger in his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing? What made you think you could—"

"Monsieur — Marquis. Please listen" one of them interrupted. "We have the man."

The man. Vincent took a deep breath. The son of a bitch who followed you. He had noticed that black sedan since your departure from Paris a week earlier. He was sure it was a hitman sent for you, the easiest target, most disarmed in the face of the capabilities of his enemies. Some had understood that if they wanted to destroy the Marquis De Gramont, they would have to destroy you first. You, who were his strength and purpose in life. His one true love.

Many had tried, that man was just one of many.

Vincent growled, grabbing his helper by the collar of his shirt. "You separated me from my wife at seven in the morning, on a Sunday, for yet another son of a bitch? At least tell me it was worth it!"

"He's here, sir, we thought you would—"

"He is here?!"

They carried him forward. Two other men had tied the hitman with tight ties around his wrists and legs, blindfolded him and were now dragging him forward, holding him by his arms.

Vincent was inflamed with terrible anger. "Don't you ever dare bring one of them into my house again! My wife - my woman, she's in the next room sleeping and you bring one of these worms into my house!" the Marquis grabbed the knife from his man's pocket. "Kill them and get rid of them! This is my order!" and with a mechanical gesture of the wrist, making it seem so simple, he threw the blade and it pierced the assassin's neck. He gasped for just a second. Blood ran down his wounded throat and, now dead, he collapsed in the arms of his captors. It was only when a trickle of blood reached the white marble floor that, with a short, anguished breath, you attracted attention. And with terror in his eyes Vincent turned away.

You had just woken up, you were wearing his shirt, you had walked silently barefoot to the ajar door. And you had seen it all. You had covered your mouth with the palm of your hand, but this was nothing compared to the terror you felt when you saw the blood. The death. A murder. Your Vincent, your sweet, caring husband, who had just killed a man. Stepping back, trembling, you risked fainting. You suddenly felt pale, weak, powerless, completely disconcerted. Cold shivers ran through every fiber of your body. But before you could fall to the floor, Vincent had rushed to catch you. Lifting you into his arms, he had carried you back to bed.

"It's okay, mon amour" he whispered, kissing your forehead. You were shaking and crying. "No one will hurt you, you are safe with me, ma chéri."

You pointed to the door, now closed. "That man — I saw, oh God, I saw that man! You killed him! Vincent, my God, oh no. No, no — you killed a man!"

He shook his head. The more you trembled, the tighter he held you against his chest. "He was an evil man and he would have hurt you if you had let him live. He had been paid for this, my love, for you."

"Me?" you exclaimed, horrified. Your face twisted into a grimace of disgust and terror. "What have I done wrong in this life to deserve death?!"

Vincent chuckled. It was really fun. “Oh dear, you married me.”

You tried to move away from him, to squirm, to slip away from his embrace, but despite managing to slide against the other end of the bed Vincent took your hand, your wrist, and dragged you towards him again. Laying back on the sheets, he held you down with his entire body. "I am a very powerful man. And powerful men must protect themselves, and protect those they love." He caressed your face wet with tears. He found them so innocent.

You stammered, still shocked at the sight of that blood, that death, that ruthlessness. "Then we should hide!"

Vincent laughed even harder. "There's no hiding from this! It will always be a part of me, darling. But I can assure you of one thing. If there is a safe place for you in this world, then this is right here, by my side." He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your neck. He hugged you, rocking you gently.

" I love you" he whispered, "and I live for you. I am willing to kill — to die, if necessary, for you. I ask only that you continue to love me as you always have. I am still me, always your Vincent. You can do this for me, mon amour?"

He left the ghost of a kiss on your lips, and covered you both with the sheets, stroking your hair to help you fall asleep again. Before closing your eyes, answering his question, you nodded softly. "I love you, Vicent."

He smiled.

#marquis de gramont #marquis de gramont x reader #vincent de gramont #vincent bisset de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you #vincent de gramont x reader #Vincent de Gramont x you #john wick fandom

[nayziiz]

Team Dynamics | LN4

Summary: To celebrate the launch of their 2024 car for the upcoming F1 season, McLaren hosts a masquerade gala event that sees two souls connect and lead to a whirlwind romance. Unfortunately, the pair realise soon after that they are to work together quite closely after they agreed it would only be a one-night thing.

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, one night stand, unprotected sex

Pairing: Gemma (I don't like writing with Y/N or reader) x Lando Norris

Series Masterlist

PART 2

Lando's decisive hand grabs Gemma's, and with an unspoken understanding, he leads her towards the exit. The vibrant energy of the party fades into the distance as they collect their coats, preparing to venture into the cool night air. Stepping outside, they scan the surroundings for the approaching Uber, a temporary refuge from the lively chaos they've left behind.

The car arrives, and they slide into the backseat, the leather cool against their skin. The quiet atmosphere inside the vehicle contrasts with the echoes of music and laughter lingering from the event. A sense of anticipation hangs in the air as the driver smoothly navigates the city streets.

In the dimly lit confines of the car, Gemma feels the echo of her own heartbeat, a rhythmic reminder of the intensity of the night. This intimate encounter with Lando has stirred something within her, and she grapples with a mix of excitement and longing. This connection is a rarity for her, only the second time she has found herself entangled in such intimacy.

The silence between them is heavy with unspoken desires as they navigate the city's labyrinth of streets. Gemma steals glances at Lando, her curiosity and yearning evident in her eyes. Sensing the unspoken tension, Lando's fingers find their way onto her lap, a silent invitation for a connection that transcends words. His fingers curl and intertwine with hers, forging a tactile link that speaks volumes in the quiet confines of the car.

As the city lights streak by, Gemma and Lando share a moment of quiet connection, fingers entwined, hearts entangled in the echoes of the night. The anticipation lingers, and in the soft glow of the passing streetlights, a subtle understanding forms between them—an acknowledgment that this shared journey extends beyond the physical confines of the car, weaving a thread of intimacy that binds them in the enchantment of the night.

The Uber glides to a smooth stop outside Lando's apartment building after a ten-minute drive through the city. Lando, maintaining the air of confidence that has marked their connection throughout the night, guides Gemma inside with a subtle yet possessive touch. His palm rests on the small of her back, a gesture both protective and suggestive, as they make their way towards the entrance.

The lobby of the apartment building welcomes them with a hushed ambiance, a stark contrast to the lively scenes they left behind. The elevator doors open, and they step inside, the anticipation mounting. Lando's hand, still resting on the small of Gemma's back, subtly guides her closer as the doors close, enclosing them in the privacy of the elevator. The anticipation builds, and as Lando confidently presses the button for the penthouse, a signal of the exclusive destination that awaits them.

With a quiet hum, the elevator ascends, and Lando's fingers trace gentle circles on Gemma's back, an unspoken reassurance in the intimate space. The elevator's soft chime signals their arrival, and as the doors slide open to the penthouse foyer, Gemma takes in the luxurious surroundings. The foyer, a prelude to the opulence within, leads towards the penthouse doors. Lando, emblematic of his wealth, produces a set of keys to unlock the entrance to his London home.

“Penthouse? I thought you said apartment?” Gemma comments.

“Didn’t want to scare you away.” Lando mumbles, his hand trailing up and down her spine and finally resting on her butt.

“Do you have butlers too?” Gemma teases.

“Not usually.” Lando shrugs. “My housekeeper has the night off, actually.”

I’m way in over my head here, Gemma thinks. As Gemma steps into Lando's opulent London penthouse, the stark contrast between their worlds becomes even more apparent. Lando's affluence is undeniable, evident in every meticulously tailored detail of his attire, from the sleek suit to the polished shoes and the glint of carefully chosen jewellery. It's a world that seems a million miles away from Gemma's own, represented by the thrifted dress she carefully selected from a humble charity shop and the shoes that carry the sentimental weight of her college graduation.

“I hope you’re not appalled by that.” Lando comments when he sees her eyes wander.

“No. Not appalled. I didn’t know what I was expecting, honestly.” Gemma admits.

Gemma is met with an interior that echoes the minimalism of a high-end design magazine. The furniture is sleek and contemporary, with a distinct lack of personal touches. It's a stark contrast to the warmth and lived-in feel of Gemma's own modest belongings.

Gemma, momentarily taken aback by the minimalist aesthetic, begins to shed the layers that shield her from the night's chill. She gracefully removes her coat, a humble garment from her recent thrift store find, and hands it to Lando. In the act of hanging up their outerwear, there's a subtle exchange of worlds—a fleeting moment where their differences, both in material wealth and personal style, hang in the air. Yet, in the midst of this juxtaposition, there's a palpable connection, an unspoken acknowledgment that their individual worlds are converging in the quiet expanse of Lando's penthouse.

“My Monaco apartment is much more homier.” Lando comments. “I don’t spend a lot of time here, except for when I'm here during the winter break.”

Gemma's fingertips delicately graze the headrest of the charcoal grey couch as she explores the refined simplicity of Lando's penthouse. Her eyes trace the lines of the furniture, taking in the sleek design and the absence of personal artifacts that typically define one's living space. Lando observes her with a curious gaze, trying to decipher the thoughts flickering across her face as she studies her surroundings.

In the quiet interlude, Lando reflects on the encounter that brought them together. From the moment Gemma approached him with her lighthearted joke in the corridor, he sensed a refreshing genuineness about her. She wasn't swayed by the trappings of his wealth or status. Her lack of recognition, combined with her genuine curiosity and absence of probing questions, conveyed a down-to-earth authenticity that set her apart.

As Gemma explores the penthouse, Lando appreciates the fact that she sees him not as a symbol of affluence, but as a person. The initial anonymity provided a rare glimpse into a connection untainted by preconceptions. It becomes evident that Gemma is not here to exploit or be enamored by the opulence surrounding her. Instead, she treats Lando as a fellow human being, not as some mythical figure elevated above the rest of the world.

Lando's curiosity about Gemma's perspective deepens, and a subtle smile plays on his lips as he watches her navigate the space. In her unassuming presence, he discovers a sense of connection that transcends societal divides—a connection grounded in the shared experience of this night, the quiet exploration of a penthouse, and the unfolding of a unique bond between two souls who met amidst the serendipity of a bustling event.��

“It’s quite grey.” She states, her candid observation about the predominantly grey surroundings elicits a chuckle from Lando.

“That it is.” Lando agrees.

“Could do with some colour.” She continues. “Papaya, maybe.”

“Thanks. I’ll run that past my interior decorator.” Lando nods.

“I just hope it’s not the same interior decorator who styled it like this, because, wow!” She adds, gesticulating her displeasure for the colour palette and furniture. Lando laughs at her as she stumbles over the rug and lands comfortably on the couch. “Not a very pretty couch but very comfortable.”

“That’s good, then, no?” Lando jokes as he makes his way to sit next to her.

“I suppose so. Kind of depends on what you do with the couch.” She teases, winking at Lando.

Their eyes lock, and a brief pause hangs in the air, charged with unspoken tension. In the next instant, Lando seizes the moment, grabbing Gemma by the hips and effortlessly pulling her onto his lap. She straddles him, and their proximity intensifies the connection between them.

“What? Kind of like this?” Lando asks her, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Mmh. It’s a good start.” She nods.

Lando kisses her again, but gentler this time. Her hands rest lazily on his waist before they slowly start moving up and start unbuttoning his shirt. His hands slowly move down to her hips as he pulls her closer. She can feel his bulge pressing against her through his dress pants and it instantly arouses her. His hands move down her thighs and up the inside of her dress. He pulls her dress over her head, breaking their kiss for a brief moment. Her underwear matches her burgundy dress and suits her complexion. She gasps at the coldness that hits her skin as she shuffles the shirt from his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful.” Lando tells her when he gets a good look at her body and meets her eyes again.

“All girls are beautiful when they’re pretty much naked.” Gemma mumbles, suddenly growing shy. He kisses her again and pulls away.

“Oh, don’t get shy now.” He assures her and plants several kisses down her neck as her hips grind against his.

His hand grips the hair in her nape and gently pulls her head back as he kisses her Adam’s apple and down her chest, over her collarbones and then to her covered breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips as she grinds harder against him.

“You really are beautiful.” He mumbles against her skin, sucking on the skin just above her left breast.

Her hands struggle to find a resting place and eventually land in his curly brown hair. When he’s done sucking on her skin, he helps her unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He lifts himself ever so slightly off the couch to pull down his pants to his ankles. She immediately spots his hardened cock still covered by his briefs. Gemma slides off the couch and takes off Lando’s shoes and socks and proceeds to pull his pants off completely. When she attempts to straddle him again, Lando lays her down on her back and returns the favour for her.

He takes his time to undo the straps of her heels. When he’s chucked them aside, he proceeds to kiss her ankle and then her calf and then her inner thigh. She wriggles under his touch and breathy kisses and pulls him up for a kiss on her lips.

Lando pulls away for a second as he watches her body shiver when his fingers trace her arms and shoulders.

“This is a one time thing.” She warns him.

“I’ll make it good then.” He counters. “Maybe you’ll be running back for more.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Gemma teases. “I don’t run.”

Lando stifles a laugh at her self-deprecating joke. He loves her humour and how easy she gets back at him, like it’s such a natural thing. He grabs her chin in between his fingers making her look at him.

“No strings?” Lando asks her, even though he really hoped he’d see her again.

“No strings.” She confirms.

“You tell me to stop at any point and I will.” Lando informs her. “Words. You’re so good with your words, so use them.”

“Yes, Lando.” She agrees and he smiles at her answer.

“So obedient.” He gushes.

“Don’t be a tease.” She warns him, her nails digging slightly into his biceps.

Lando caves at her words as he moves down and kisses her stomach below her bra and teases her pantyline before he curls his fingers around her lace panties and pulls them off.

“Such a pretty sight.” He whispers as he throws her panties aside.

He leans over her and unclips her bra, allowing it to fall off her shoulders. Gemma throws her bra to meet her dress and panties close to the coffee table. Lando’s fingers trail her thighs and move towards her hole as her legs spread wider. His fingers tease her folds, but he can feel her already clenching and wet.

“You’re so wet already.” He whispers before sliding a single finger into her. His words make her shiver.

After a few strokes, he inserts a second finger and Gemma instinctively starts thrusting her hips onto them. His fingers are completely covered by her wetness.

“You’re so tight.” He mumbles into the skin of her neck as she arches her back. She grips onto his curly hair as his pace increases, tempting a third finger. She moans into his neck as she seeks her climax thrusting harder onto his fingers. “What do you want, Gem?”

“You.” She breathes. “I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?” He asks as she moans yet again.

“I want you inside me, please.” She begs, her breathing fast and shallow as she nears her climax.

“Anything princess wants, princess gets.” He assures her as he removes his fingers from her and removes his briefs.

He runs his glistening fingers over his hardened shaft, lubricating it. Gemma peers up at him as he aligns himself between her legs.

“Please, Lan.” She begs again, her voice strained and clinging to her climax.

Her words send him into another dimension as he enters her. She instantly moans, but muffles it against his chest as he thrusts slowly. As he continues to thrust, her moans become louder and more difficult to contain. She grips onto his biceps as he brings her closer to her climax once again.

“There’s no one else here, you can be louder.” Lando tells her in between thrusts.

“Please, harder.” She pleads against his shoulder, her grip tightening on his arms.

Her pleas are heard loud and clear as he thrusts harder, louder groans escaping his lips. They continue with their moans and groans until Gemma combusts, her limbs shaking from her erratic orgasm.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asks, not intentionally mischievous, but rather genuinely asking so it would be easy to clean.

“Inside me.” Gemma quickly answers, not realising the seriousness of Lando’s question.

Her dirty answer sends him right over the edge as he erupts within her. He stays in his position for a few moments as he catches his breath before sitting upright and pulling her into his lap. Gemma clenches her thighs together as his juices seep out of her. He reaches down and uses his fingers to push it back in, careful not to overstimulate her. She’s still sensitive and groans as she feels his finger wipe up his cum and slide back in. This continues for a few minutes before they’re able to catch their breaths and calm their heart rates.

“Your ex clearly did not appreciate you enough.” Lando mumbles as he kisses her shoulder.

After another few quiet minutes, Lando can feel Gemma’s body relax in his embrace. He sits her down on the couch as he gets up, his semi-hard cock on full show for her. She avoids looking at it as he pulls on his briefs and disappears down a hallway. She’s unsure of what to do and attempts to stand, but his juices are still seeping down her thigh and landing on the couch’s material. Lando returns to the living room with a washcloth and some clothes.

“Let me clean you up.” He tells her.

He kneels in between her legs and wipes up his cum with the washcloth before discarding the washcloth on the coffee table.

“Do you want your underwear?” Lando asks her and she’s finally able to look him in the eyes.

“You can keep the panties.” She tells him with a crooked smile.

She’s the one, she must be, he thinks as he smiles at her. He pulls one of his t-shirts over her head. He then slips on a pair of sweatpants onto her hips. This can’t just be a one night thing, his thoughts trail. They’ve sobered themselves up enough to both realise that a one-night-stand may not be the endgame for them.

“Do you need anything? Water maybe?” Lando asks as he stays kneeling between her legs.

“I’m alright, thank you.” She assures him with her fingers caressing his cheek.

“Then we should maybe get some sleep.” Lando urges her as he gets up and extends a hand for her to grab.

Gemma, caught in the moment and sensing a shift in the atmosphere, gently takes Lando's hand. With a silent understanding, he leads her down the hallway to his room. The air is charged with a mixture of anticipation and a newfound intimacy as they enter the space that holds a different kind of quiet.

Once inside, they find solace in each other's arms. The ambiance is soft, the only illumination coming from the gentle glow of ambient lights. They settle into a comfortable embrace, the warmth of shared connection enveloping them. The earlier intensity mellows into a tranquil intimacy as they exchange soft words and tender gestures.

Cuddling together, they allow the calmness of the moment to wash over them, creating a cocoon of shared comfort. The world outside the room fades away, and in the quietude, they find a reprieve from the hustle and bustle of the night. As the rhythmic rise and fall of their breaths synchronise, Gemma and Lando gradually succumb to the tranquillity of the night, drifting into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's embrace.

#lando norris #formula 1 #lando norris smut #lando norris fanfic #ln4 #mclaren #mclaren f1 #mclaren racing #lando norris fic #f1 fic #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

[rawcalamity]

Arvir, the Deviant: a construct of sinew and wire entwines to engineer life like no other. Flesh and metal, chained to a pursuit ever ceaseless—forced to wallow in a reality doomed to the same song and dance. Long ago, a peculiar race of unnamed extraterrestrials cherished knowledge. At the dawn of their prime, unrivaled determination inspired the extraterrestrials to journey all of existence; so they embarked on an intergalactic voyage. Yearning for truth, their resolve was to unveil histories lost to time, and to recognize the divinity of which painted their scintillating galaxies. Not even stars nor planets ripen with life could outshine the extraterrestrial ambition. Though alas, they knew all too well that time was but fleeting.

The extraterrestrials felt that they could not possibly ascend to the empyrean without having fulfilled their mission. In the pursuit of truth, they forged powerful machines that were designed to carry their resolve. Decades prior, the extraterrestrials had unearthed a plethora of artifacts and relics, which they would use to enchant their creations. A relic was to be placed within each vessel and embedded to their heart; coursing arcane energy through the constructs. Arvir was one of these constructs. Harbored within its claws was the ability to tear rifts into the very sky, which it used to traverse worlds at the blink of an eye. Each of the constructs were tied to one conscience, like an artificial hive mind with the sole intent to acquire knowledge—but during an expedition, Arvir would cross paths with a bizarre anomaly.

Shortly after breaching contact with the anomaly, Arvirs connection to the other constructs was disrupted then soon terminated. This event would—in a sense—"free" Arvir, causing it to deviate from its set path. It could think and act independently, essentially becoming a person of its own accord. However, residing deep within its code is an insatiable hunger for knowledge.

#art #pixel art #world building #creature concept #creature

[alpydk]

The First Time - (Vignette)

TavxGale

Summary - The afternoon after Elminster's visit Tav tries to help cheer Gale up with a dance.

Disclaimer; this is my first fanfic thing. It's probably tropey, cliched, and painful to read but the brain rot is real. And besides, its valentines day

Ao3 link

 

"What do you mean you've never danced before? You know how to, right?"  

It had been a few hours since Elminster's visit to the camp. The atmosphere felt heavy with the news he had brought and though the campsite members whispered amongst themselves, none knew what to say to Gale. Tav had tried approaching him immediately after, only to leave with a feeling of longing to hold him close. As if a hug could fix all the trauma and heartbreak he had been through. Gale had appreciated the effort but was in two minds about what his future held. Was it worth opening up to someone at this point, knowing what had to do for Mystra's forgiveness, for his own forgiveness after what he had done? 

Now she was talking to him again. She'd started with questions about the orb, about his past with Elminster but she was failing to take a hint that he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts. And now she was talking about dancing. He tried pointing her in the direction of Wyll who had previously spoken of his time at the courts, but Tav wasn't letting go. Eventually, he succumbed hoping that with the answers given, she would just leave. He liked her, hell after the night with the weave, he was fascinated with her, but he also knew she deserved better. She deserved someone who could give themselves fully to her, someone she could grow old with... 

"Faerûn to Gale. Do you know how to dance?" She asked with a playful tone. Her positivity was infectious. She'd trained as a bard and like all bards she knew how to captivate. 

"I do know how to dance if you must know. It's just never come up in conversation. At Blackstaff, we of course learnt all the necessities needed for such events which required it, but the events were primarily for building connections, not for frivolities like dancing." His voice was very matter-of-fact, an attempt to dissuade her from pushing this further.  

"Ok then, so you know then, but you've honestly never?" Tav just kept pushing this now. It had gone from a simple question to an inquisition that she was enchanted with. "Not even with Mystra?" She knew this was not the question to ask and yet Mystra was the only relationship he had spoken of from his past. Surely his love and devotion would have meant such a simple pleasure. 

"Not even with Mystra." A tinge of sadness was in his voice. "Mystra was above activities like that, and I suppose in some way I felt I was as well." He remembered back to their days together. Their bodies entwined and a constant state of peace and then passion. His mind was suddenly brought back to reality at the soft touch of Tav's hand. She was pulling at him to bring him away from the tent. 

"Well, that changes now." She spoke without a doubt. Gale tried to object but part of him was curious. He let his legs drift in her direction. Tav took Gale's hands and placed them around her at the base of her back. He tried to move them away only for her to force them back, not with aggression but with conviction. "Gale, I'm not going to force you. But you showed me your magic, let me show you mine." Her voice was pleasurable, a spell in its own right. Gale thought back to that night when he had taught her the movements, the night that ended with an unexpected revelation of her feelings. It was only fair that he took part in this, and maybe, just maybe, it would end in a similar way. He nodded and tried to ignore the vulnerable feeling that came from standing so close to her. 

Tav flicked her wrist, a mage hand appearing to play her violin. She draped her arms over Gale's shoulders, hands coupled behind his head, and she gazed up into his eyes. He tried to look down at his feet feeling especially uneasy at the situation he had found himself in. Slowly the violin played and Tav began to sway slightly coercing Gale's own body to move awkwardly.  

She lowered her head slightly to get into his line of sight. "Gale, I need you to look at me for this to work." He lifted his head to look into her eyes causing his cheeks to blush at the sight and feeling of her next to him. "Much better, now dancing is like your weave. You might know all the components and have read all the books, but unless you feel it, it will never be perfect." And she was right. He had heard the same during his upbringing. That he needed to feel the weave to channel it, but could the two even be compared? As he gazed into her eyes though, soon the world vanished around them. He enjoyed her body pressed against him and he felt something he had not in a very long time. A longing, a love. She smiled at him as his body flowed alongside hers as he finally relaxed into the dance. She rested her head on his shoulder, her face nestled into the side of his neck. He felt the warmth of her breath and he longed for more of her.  

And suddenly, it was over. The crash of the violin falling to the floor, breaking the moment and signalling the end of their evening together. Tav looked over at the violin and then back to Gale with a subtle smile on her lips. She removed her arms from his shoulders and backed up letting his hands fall from her waist. He didn't want to let her go, but he knew he couldn't push this, not right now anyway. Instead, they silently parted ways for the night, the stars above the only witness of Gales's first dance. 

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #gale dekarios #galemance #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #omg writing is hard

[reartem]

Amidst a lavish masquerade ball hosted by the kingdom's royal family, Prince Damian sought respite from his princely duties. All noble families graced the event, including Lady Becky Blackbell, whose friend, a commoner named Anya, was asked to stand in her place. Reluctantly, Anya donned Lady Blackbell's identity for the evening.

The prince, drawn to a solitary figure with soft pink hair, approached her, extending an invitation to dance. Nervously, she accepted, concealing her true name in the allure of the masquerade.

"What's your name, m'lady?" asked the prince.

"Any...ah, Lady Becky Blackbell," she stuttered, concealing her true identity.

Their dance was an elegant harmony, laced with unspoken secrets beneath the ballroom's grandeur. With the young lady not knowing that the person she’s dancing with is the prince. The night held a moment of enchantment, leaving their paths entwined, waiting for fate's hand to script the future's tale.

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[merylstreepsworld]

Ohh lovely! In that case, may I request headcanons on how Donna and (preferably) fem!reader got together? Maybe reader is a guest at the hotel or something like that. With reader having a huge crush on Donna if that's possible. :)

Certainly! Thank you so much for the request! If you have any more requests, feel free to drop them in my request box!

Here are headcanons about how you and Donna got together:

1. You, a guest at Donna's hotel on the picturesque island of Kalokari, first encountered Donna when checking in. Donna's warmth and welcoming smile instantly made an impression on you, leaving you with a fluttering heart.

2. It was practically love at first sight for you. Donna's radiant beauty and magnetic personality had you swooning, and you couldn't help but steal glances at Donna whenever you crossed paths.

3. You found any excuse to ask for Donna's assistance, whether it was with luggage or advice on where to explore on the island. Donna was always willing to help, and you cherished those moments.

4. Donna noticed your frequent visits to the hotel's common areas and bar. She often engaged in friendly conversations with you, learning about your interests and passions.

5. Over time, you and Donna discovered common interests, particularly a love for music. You bonded over your favorite songs and artists, and Donna even serenaded you with her beautiful voice one magical evening.

6. You started volunteering for small tasks around the hotel, like helping with decorations or organizing events, just to be closer to Donna and get to know her better.

7. You couldn't help but daydream about scenarios where Donna might return your feelings, and these daydreams often involved romantic walks on the beach, shared laughter, and heartfelt conversations.

8. Both you and Donna were hesitant to admit your feelings. You shared knowing smiles and lingering touches, but it took a heart-to-heart conversation for you to acknowledge the undeniable attraction between you. You would often blush or stutter in Donna's presence, making it apparent to anyone with a keen eye that they had a crush

9. Donna's friends and coworkers at the hotel would tease her about your infatuation, causing her to chuckle and playfully deny any knowledge of it.

10. Donna, while initially oblivious to your crush, began to sense your growing affection. She found herself looking forward to your interactions and appreciating your presence at the hotel.

11. The island's enchanting moonlit nights became the backdrop for your late-night strolls along the beach. Under the starry sky, you shared your dreams, hopes, and secrets, forging a deep connection.

12. It was during a starlit beach walk that Donna's hand slipped into yours, her fingers entwining with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The connection between you both was undeniable.

13. One special evening, Donna invited you to join her for a private dinner on the terrace overlooking the sea. The intimacy of the setting allowed your feelings for each other to flourish, and a shared kiss under the moonlit sky sealed your attraction.

14. From that moment on, you and Donna became inseparable. You explored the island together, danced under the stars, and enjoyed each other's company in ways that made your bond unbreakable

15. Donna planned surprise romantic date nights for you, including candlelit dinners, stargazing on the beach, and even a private boat ride at sunset.

16. On a quiet afternoon, while watching the waves lap against the shore, Donna confessed her love to you. The words came naturally, as if they had been written in the sands of Kalokari itself. "I love you."

17. As your love deepened, you decided to make Kalokari your permanent home. Donna welcomed you with open arms, and together, you built a life filled with love, laughter, and unforgettable moments.

18. Sophie, Donna's daughter, was your biggest cheerleader. She encouraged your budding relationship and couldn't have been happier for her mom and you.

19. Together, you continued to explore the island, creating countless memories as you navigated the challenges and joys of your newfound relationship.

20. Deep down, you believe that Donna is the one who makes Kalokari the paradise it is, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

#meryl streep #merylstreep #meryl streep x reader #mamma mia #donna sheridan #donna sheridan x reader #headcanon #Donna Sheridan Headcanons

[thee-bat-boys]

Always interested in an imagine with Sir Leon ;)

*if the gif is yours please let me know and I'll credit you/take it down*

warnings; eludes to some kind of torture but not explicit

a/n; i hope you like it! Let me know what you think, I love writing for Leon!

sir leon x reader.

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Imagines flashed in y/n's mind; Morgana with an unkempt appearance and eyes full of hate. Of Merlin, arms attached to chains and strung above him. Gwaine with sweat dripping from his face as he struggled against rope. Leon, eyes focused on her but instead of love they were filled with concern and a look of betrayal plastered on his face. Y/N fought for a moment, eyes shooting open to see the canopy that sat above her bed.

Feeling frantic as she fought to sit up, her eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar man. "Gaius, what happened?" She was met with silence, the older man tending to her before attempting to help her get comfortable. "Gaius." Her tone was firm, a sigh coming from the physician.

"What do you remember?"

"Nothing." It wasn't a lie, y/n would never believe that her dream might have once been a reality. Such a thought was quickly shattered as Gaius described the events that had transpired the past few days. There was silence, y/n not daring to look Gaius in the eyes. She hadn't realised he'd left until the door clicked and a flash of red met her.

Y/n took one look at Leon, his face bruised with a cut lip, and burst into tears. She'd caused this, even if she had been enchanted it had still been her. As Leon moved to comfort her, y/n shook her head and held her hands out to stop Leon in his tracks.

"Y/n...please."

Through her tears she looked at Leon. "No, you shouldn't be here." Leon looked confused, just as he had in her dream, wondering why his wife of merely a week didn't want him to comfort her. "I did that," she gestured to his face "I'm not a safe person."

It quickly dawned on Leon what y/n was talking about and he moved forward despite her protests.

Leon took a seat beside her on the bed, taking y/n's outstretched hands in his own. "That wasn't you." His voice was soft as he spoke, as if he was trying not to spook her. He brought her hands up to his mouth and kissed each one gently.

"The woman i love is in this bed. You, my darling wife, are safe in this bed and you are a safe person. I promise."

Y/n seemed to visibly calm down, allowing Leon to move closer to her. As he did so he kept his eyes on her and made sure their hands remained entwined. He was trying as hard as he could to remind y/n that she was safe, that he felt safe around her - it seemed to be working.

"I'm just happy to have you back." Leon tried to stop his voice breaking as he spoke, failing. "The bright light in your eyes that I fell in love with was gone, there was no laughter to be heard down the halls of Camelot and I thought you were lost to me. I thought i had lost the one good thing I have."

Y/n, hearing the pain in his voice, leaned over and kissed Leon as passionately as she haf on the wedding night. Leon winced, cut lip hurting, but he didn't dare pull away from his wife until she was ready.

"I don't know where I went or what happened but I'm back, I promise." She repeated his earlier words, keeping a hold of his hands.

"I'm back."

#bbc merlin #leon #sir leon #knight of camelot #wife #imagine #ask #writing #leon x reader #leon x yn #leon merlin #merlin #leon x you #angst #comfort #romantic #sir leon imagine #bbc merlin imagine #merlin imagine

[naturalswimmingspirit]

waysofthewild

Dark Moon. Dark Sun… Eclipses are luminously graceful moments in Earth’s ancient dance of Life.

Points of exquisite alignment in the ever unfolding, primordial entwining of Sun~Moon~Earth. Meetings. Junctures. Times of Union.

Deep anchors to the great cosmic cyclicity that has brought Life to this precious blue~green planet we call Home.

Eclipses call our presence to the extraordinary power and magnitude of Sun, Moon and Earth. Brief spells in time when their Medicine comes undeniable, irreducible. Where we can clearly See the precise and ethereal harmony inherent within the weavings of these celestial bodies that quite literally spiral us into Being.

They have graced Earth’s skies since long before humans emerged, and they will continue for as long as the Solar System as we know it cycles.

The total Solar eclipse coming with this Dark Moon will be visible only along a particular pathway (as is always the case - determined by current axial orientation, daylight hours and point on orbital path). And what a powerful thing for those who can witness it. But they do not belong to one place (even if they get named so in the “news”). They are whole Earth events.

And they hold potency for us all

Omen. Awe. Deep connection. Re-enchantment. Cosmic Soul Song. Spirit. God. Divinity… Eclipses may be many things. What they are most definitely is ancient cyclicity. Sacred.

Much of Life falls quiet and still under the sway of an eclipse, have you noticed? Over the years I have watched as even the tide lulls for a moment. Wild things turn their attention towards older deeper voices. Important Voices, manifestly worthy of being Heard.

Will you listen? What might you find…

Deeper Life beckons

Eclipse blessings good souls With Hope 🤍 Fox

[escapingrealityforamoment]

Hi! I love your writing so much! Can I request a Jonah one shot? Can you write something like, the reader is a famous actress and singer who is really well known, and goes to the little mermaid premiere and meets Jonah there and he’s super starstruck and they end up falling for each other?

Thank you so much love for your request! I hope you enjoy reading this and I enjoyed writing it 💖

The night was filled with excitement and anticipation as Hollywood's elite gathered for the highly anticipated premiere of "The Little Mermaid." As cameras flashed and fans clamored for a glimpse of their favorite stars, I stepped out of my car, feeling a mix of nervousness and thrill. As a renowned actress and singer, I was no stranger to red carpet events, but tonight felt different. It was as if destiny had something extraordinary in store for me.

As I walked down the red carpet, the air crackled with energy, and I couldn't help but catch glimpses of familiar faces and rising stars. Among the crowd, my eyes locked with Jonah Hauer-King, the talented actor who portrayed the film's prince. His captivating smile and kind eyes drew me in, and for a moment, time stood still.

As if pulled by an invisible force, our paths converged, and Jonah approached me with a mixture of awe and excitement on his face. "I can't believe I'm meeting you," he confessed, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness.

A blush tinted my cheeks as I replied, "The feeling is mutual. I've admired your work for so long."

We engaged in conversation, and as the night unfolded, I discovered a kindred spirit in Jonah. We laughed, exchanged stories, and shared our love for the arts. It was as if we had known each other for years, effortlessly connecting on a profound level.

Throughout the premiere, we found ourselves drawn to each other's company, seeking solace amidst the chaos of the event. We stole moments between interviews and photo sessions, our conversations filled with laughter and genuine interest. With each passing interaction, the spark between us grew stronger, undeniable and impossible to ignore.

Under the starlit sky, we found ourselves on a balcony overlooking the bustling city. The hum of the premiere faded into the background as we locked eyes, and the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of us in that magical moment.

"I never expected to meet someone like you tonight," Jonah admitted, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and vulnerability. "You're everything I've ever admired, and so much more."

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I replied, "And you, Jonah, are a beacon of talent and charm. Meeting you has been an absolute joy."

In that instant, the unspoken words hung heavy in the air. The undeniable chemistry between us had ignited a flame that couldn't be extinguished. The premiere had brought us together, and now, we stood on the precipice of a love that promised to transcend the glamour and fame.

As the night wore on, we held hands, intertwining our fingers as we walked through the crowd, no longer separate entities but two souls entwined in a tapestry of fate. The world watched as we danced, laughed, and embraced the chaos of the evening, finding solace in each other's arms.

In the midst of the celebration, Jonah leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want this night to end," he confessed. "I want to explore this connection we have and see where it leads."

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. "I feel the same way, Jonah. Let's embark on this journey together."

And with that, our love story began—a tale woven amidst the glitz and glamour of the entertainment world. From that magical night, our lives intertwined, each chapter more enchanting than the last.

As we stepped into the unknown, hand in hand, we knew that our love would be a constant amidst the chaos. With our hearts aligned and a shared passion for the arts, we were ready to face the world together, embracing the magic of love and the beauty of our intertwined destinies.

#jonah hauer king #jonah hauer king imagine #prince eric #prince eric imagine #the little mermaid #jonah hauer king x reader #prince eric live action #the little mermaid live action

[suchawrathfullamb]

Prompt: Will Graham’s Broken Mind.

Season 4 Will being so out of his mind that Hannibal refuses to engage romantically with him. Prompted by what Bryan Fuller said about Season 4 Hannigram (ages ago, he has since changed his mind).

Will's body seems weightless, seconds stretched to feel like hours as he soars through the air, lost in a vast emptiness. The gentle caress of the breeze and the distant sound of waves envelop him, a sensation heard but never fully felt against his body. Is he dead? Did they die? Are they still together, wherever they are now? Instant regret fills his entire body as he considers the possibility of an afterlife without Hannibal. The jolt of realization electrifies him, wrenching him from the airborne void... back into the secure embrace of Hannibal's arms. They never plummeted. They are safe. Battered, bruised, but alive, still entwined. He feels divinely enchanted, empowered, fortunate, firmly grounded in the present, in life. Gazing up at Hannibal, relief floods him like a miraculous rewind of time. Closing the distance, he seeks the kiss he had avoided moments ago, knowing in his heart that if he got a taste of that, he wouldn’t have the strength to pull them over the edge. Now it’s all gone, he doesn’t care. Any trace of hesitation fades. The altered reality grants him insight, infusing him with newfound confidence. Hannibal carefully tilts his head, waiting for Will, so unsure, so scared of being rejected, again. So Will grabs him by the neck and merges their lips together.

It’s a surreal sensation of experiencing something entirely new, yet utterly familiar, like a reconnection of what has never truly parted. They kiss for what feels like an entire life, at the same time that he knows it’s only been a few seconds. Hannibal breaks the kiss, cupping his face with both hands. “We have to leave, now.” 

Reality intrudes, the urgency of the present snapping back into focus. They do have to leave. They have to leave immediately. And that’s exactly what they do.

That night went by so fast, yet torturously slow, like it would never end and they just wanted to make it to the next day. To see the sunrising as if it meant they prevailed and all was well. All wasn’t well. At all, but the illusion was comforting.

Memory fragments linger vividly: the wind on his bruised face, the metallic scent of blood, the stickiness staining their clothes. Wine stains the floor, shattered glass, their intertwined hands clinging fiercely, so afraid that letting go meant dissipating forever, like they were both made of dust. Even when rinsing blood from his mouth at the sink, Will clings to Hannibal.

He remembers wanting to stop everything and kiss him again, kiss him forever, make up for lost time. Amidst Hannibal's frantic search for a key or something Will can't recall, he leans in, showering kisses upon Hannibal's lips, his face, his neck. Hannibal smiles softly, gently pushing Will away.

Cool night air brushes against him as they sail across the ocean. Amidst the chaos, Chiyoh appears, aiding their escape. Will recalls no specifics of Chiyoh, only them, the water, the night sky.

Though time has passed since that night, he sometimes feels suspended on that cliff's edge, held by the only arms he's ever longed for. Yet it's not been too long. They've not settled, not rested. Shadows linger, trapping and pursuing him.

Yet that doesn’t stop them. In fact, Will feels like he got high and can’t come down. In the whirlwind of events, it feels like a fevered dream—a dizzying rush entangled with slow-motion haziness. Will finds himself in a lavish dining room, enveloped in Bedelia's overpowering amber scent, almost suffocating in its intensity. It mingles uncomfortably with the metallic tang of blood, unsettling his stomach. Blood droplets dance in the air, vivid and crimson, painting a surreal scene, the chilling touch of the blade the only sensation he registers. His heart thunders in his ears, the lights blinding, an inferno simmering within. This creation is unlike any other—planned, chillingly perfect. Their design.

As the color leaves her complexion, Will drops the knife and closes the distance, pushing Hannibal against the big dinning table, getting their clothes all stained, running his bloody hands through his neck and hair. Lust, desire, and an inexplicable love overwhelm him. Brief relief floods his heart before he's gently pushed away. Eyes shut, he reaches for Hannibal, met with silence. When he opens them, he stands alone. Hannibal swiftly orchestrates their exit, preparing to leave.

“Come on, we have to go,” Hannibal calls from the door. Will stands, numb and hollow, before snapping back to reality and approaching him.

Assigned the role of driver, Will obeys. The night feels crisp and vivid, the breeze a welcome caress on his skin. He glances to his right, spotting a lone figure on a bench. His rearview mirror reflects darkness, emptiness. He slows the car, stopping it further ahead. Hannibal, puzzled, steps out after Will.

“Will?” Hannibal's voice barely registers. Will's mind fixates on the man on the bench. He stands, a safe distance away, fixated. Hannibal follows his gaze, then looks back, questioning. “Will?” he gently touches his hand, but there's no response. Will's gaze burns with intensity, a fire simmering within. He strides toward the man, eyes locked, a predator's intent in his gaze.

At closer inspection, the man is no pushover; he's robust, exuding an air of authority as he lounges, puffing on a cigar. Upon noticing Will's approach, he frowns, unimpressed. Before he knows what is actually happening, Will is seeing red, splashing drops everywhere, as he pushes the man, throwing him backwards from the bench to the ground behind him, his head hitting the concrete, and he’s on to him in no time. Mounted on the man he attacks his throat, teeth slashing, like a vicious animal. Bloodlust consumes him, barely registering the taste. Hannibal's shadow looms closer, intervening by closing the man's mouth, locking eyes with Will.

From that brutal and beautiful spectacle, Will recollects little beyond Hannibal pulling him away, throwing him into the car. Then, only the blur of streetlights and wind racing past. He hears Hannibal's voice but cannot recall his own. His mind swirls with colors and lights. Unreal yet vividly present, he feels the pulse of every sinew, every rush of blood in his veins.

He passes out on the couch that night, and when he wakes up, he’s cleaned up and tended. But doesn’t remember any of it. Yet an instant tug in his chest forces his stomach to empty its contents—blood, wine, and parts of Bedelia splattered across the carpet. Hannibal appears, stands there for a second, watching him, then comes up and begins to gently stroke his back, soothing and pulling his hair back from his sweaty forehead. The scent must be awful to his sensitive nose, but he doesn’t show if it is. Just disappears and reappears with a glass of water and gently brings it to Will’s lips. He takes a sip and immediately feels the cool relief. Perhaps he passes out again, because he suddenly wakes up on the couch again and it’s dark outside. Hannibal is sat next to him, hands on his feet, but seems to be sleeping.

Silence fills the air, yet unseen presences press upon him; invisible restraints grip his wrists. The shadows cast Jack's haunting eyes through the kitchen window. Overwhelmed by anxiety, he ventures outside their remote refuge. The safe house, cloaked in darkness, secluded and in the middle of nowhere. If they were to be found, they already would have by now. He stands by the car and can see the crimson stains in the back seat, memories of the man on the bench returning—tasting flesh, witnessing life ebb away. His senses amplify, a god-like vision dawning, instincts surging, a blend of deity and beast. Horns seem to sprout from his reflection, an illusion melding with growing pressure upon his head, though nothing is there. 

He went back inside, retrieved the keys and suddenly he was back on the streets, lights passing by, wind caressing his face. He felt so free, so calm, yet so fierce. Half god, half beast, his soul dancing gloriously through a world he owned. He knew exactly where he was going, although if someone asked him, he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly. Like he was being guided by his body. Half beast, half god. 

Passing sounds like music made of thunder and waves, fog and vivid but glossy colors danced through his eyes and then, seated on a cold white tile floor, crimson splashes around him, artistry against white walls and floors. The scent of blood fills his lungs, empowering. Fear and anxiety vanish, replaced by absolute freedom and primal might. A towering figure appears, evoking an instinctive response, like his body recognized his mate, and he gave him a smile that spoke of accomplishment. Hannibal kneeled, words unheard, but Will's instinct led him to pull Hannibal closer, a kiss met with resistance.

“What have you done?” Hannibal inquired calmly, cupping his face. Will, unable to articulate coherent sounds, merely smiles. Hannibal picked him, cradling him like a child or a little monkey, carrying him away. Memories blur; the drive home brings only the sensation of wind against his face.

Reality crashes in as his body immerses in hot water. The bathtub reddens before turning clear, the scent of blood replaced by cypress and bergamot. Gentle hands tenderly cleanse him. Tilting his head to meet Hannibal's gaze, he breathes in his essence, drawing closer for a kiss, his soaked arms reaching Hannibal’s neck. When he tries to slide his tongue in, Hannibal pushes him away. His body complains with an automatic “hmmm” noise and a frown. Hannibal just turns his head away and places a soft kiss on Will’s temple.

He ends up falling asleep on the tub and wakes up naked on the bed, body covered in silky sheet. Hannibal is sat beside him, on the edge of the bed, gentle hands stroking his hair, eyes gleaming, filled with waters that never dare to come down. He falls asleep again. Dreams of lights, and colors, and something chasing him, and him, chasing something.

He doesn’t remember eating, at least not sitting on the table and having dinner. He remembers hunting, and filling his body with the flesh of the unworthy and vile, consuming their darkness unto him, making it holy, purifying. He’s full and satiated, not interested in whatever Hannibal prepares for them. Knows Hannibal would get annoyed at this, yet, he doesn’t seem to. Just keeps looking at Will with intensity and maybe worry, but Will isn’t sure if Hannibal worries at all.

His body revels in the satisfaction of his hunts, yet a primal craving for mating pulses within him, electrifying his loins to a point of painful urgency. Despite his attempts, each advance is met with tender but resolute rejection. His mind, clouded by intoxication, begins to ground itself, allowing the reality to seep through as he voices his confusion from the kitchen island where he sits, watching Hannibal wash something in the sink.

“Why?” It’s the only question that manages to escape him. Moments ago, he sought a kiss, an invitation, but once more, it ended in a gentle push and a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Hannibal halts, shutting off the tap to regard him, his chest moving steadily with each breath. “Not like this,” he replies calmly.

“Why?” 

“I don’t desire an affair with you,” Hannibal responds softly, his eyes carrying a hint of tenderness.

“No?” Tears well up in Will's eyes unexpectedly, his vulnerability surfacing like a that of a child, easily triggered. Hannibal notices, swiftly positioning himself in front of Will. He takes Will’s hands resting on his knees, kissing his knuckles.

“No,” he smiles gently, cupping Will's face with a hand, “I want more.”

Will stares. He fails to comprehend how this explanation changes anything. In his mind, they were already mated, united and married in every significant sense.

“Why can’t we just enjoy each other?” He offers, a sentiment he instantly regrets as it fractures something in Hannibal. His eyes avert, faltering.

“You’re deranged.” Hannibal retorts, his voice and expression suddenly cold. “When you wake up from this trip you’re in, you’ll regret all of it.” he resumes slicing fresh figs, his demeanor unyielding. “I do not intend to be a part of those regrets.” 

#i tried okay #my own prompt again lol #pls use it and tag me cause i'd love to read your take on this #it's almost impossible to picture a world where hannibal would reject will but bryan said so i tried to envisioned it #i know he wouldn't actually do this tho cause he's too in love and too proud to feel like he's being “used” by a feral will #i mean he's already madly in love he KNOWS after they f* the love will explode him so i dont think he'd risk getting his feeling hurt #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hugh dancy #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #fanfic #fic rec #writing prompt #fic prompt

[pandoa]

PANDO PANDO ILYSM <33 also your picrew is so freaking cute !!!

i wanted to request for the event so i can have more of your DELICIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS AMAZING writing hahaha

anywho

im thinking snapdragons with rook hunt ( this man will forever be my original twst crush no matter what <333 ) in a field of fireflies bc im a hopeless romantic like that

anyways , congratulations on the follower count ! im so happy and so so soooooo proud of you. you are doing amazing and i just wanted to let you know that no matter what , im always going to be here to watch you outshine the stars with your greatness.

Snapdragons ~ “this can’t be real…it feels too good to be real. tell me this is all a dream before i start believing”

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

AMORIS ILYT!! and omg i remember the exact picrew you were talking abt. i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to your request, this was from like august </33 i've been kinda slow lately lol. your words never fail to fill me with joy tho and i adore you so much. thank you for existing in my life, my sweet <3

i put my whole pandussy into this amora lmao, hope you like it~

♡eyes that shine like fireflies♡

You dreamt of a man such as Rook for as long as you could remember.

A man of silk-like locks of hair, a man of strength, integrity, and passion. A man of romance that valued the beauty of art just as you did. He was all that you wished for and even more. Even the poetic fairy tales that were read to you as a child could never compare to the elegance Rook presented himself with. He treated you with only gentleness entwined in lyrical expressions with every interaction you had with the man. Each word from his soft lips bewitched you like a trap set to lure in prey, with that prey being your heart. Nevermind a gastly prince; the Pomefiore third year was an enigma full of unexpectedness. His sweetness drew you in, and you were held captive by his charming disposition since the day you met the eccentric hunter. 

Every moment, hour, and second of your day was filled with daydreaming thoughts of the huntsman. He plagued your mind like a broken record that refused to change its song. Each time you stepped out of Ramshackle and into Night Raven’s campus, you looked out for the iconic feather of his hat searching for the said man. Each time you visited Epel at Pomefiore’s dorm, you longed to magically bump into Rook—in hopes of striking a conversation with him. He was someone you wished to be with. A star in the night sky you hoped to reach for. 

You loved him.

So when the golden young man had called you to an open field surrounded by the luminous light of many fireflies, your chest had risen and fallen in an uneven rhythm, nervousness coursing through your love-struck body. Anticipation was evident in the way you shuffled your feet under the alluring manner of his glances. You looked up to face him—face burning up at the hunter’s mere presence—as the lustrous gleaming of the critters around you illuminated onto you and Rook like tiny specs of magic in the night. You peered at the enchanting view in front of you in wonder.

His eyes were green like fireflies. 

“I am so incredibly besotted by your very existence,” Rook began as he pulled you out of your moment of astonishment. “You are a light brighter than the stars themselves. A cluster of glimmer I wish to keep for myself. And I stand here before you in complete adulation.” The young man then proceeded to gradually step closer to your form, narrowing the distance between your chests. Extending his hand out to hold yours, Rook delicately spoke in an affectionate tone. “Je t'aime, mon amour. I love you most indefinitely.” 

You stood in your place among the shimmering lights of the fireflies, aghast at the words Rook had just spoken. The man you adored so earnestly from afar had just admitted his feelings for you. It was like a fantasy you couldn’t even imagine. Maintaining an eager gaze, you softly muttered in bewilderment, “This can’t be real… It feels too good to be real. Tell me this is all a dream before I start believing.”

“Then believe if that is what your heart calls for, mon trésor,” Rook said in a hushed voice that matched your own, inching closer to your ear with each syllable of his sentence. “Every waking moment with you is like a dream turned into reality.”

Your face flushed at the way his breath tickled the side of your neck and smiled. “I love you as well, Rook.”

And with everything said and done, the two of you cradled one another in each of your arms as the lightning bugs continued to angelically shine above the crowns of your heads in an iridescent ambiance. Orion shone in the night sky along with the many other constellations, appearing to be staring down at you and his fellow hunter in awe. Even the moon seemed to be entirely enthralled by the two of you as it adored you in its place high in the stratosphere. 

An irresistible sight for sore eyes.

a/n: i’m imagining rook as the firefly from the princess and the frog, and idk whether to laugh or cry like- mA BELLE~~~ EVANGELINEEEEEE

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #rook hunt #rook twisted wonderland #twst rook #rook twst #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #rook x you #rook hunt x you #pomefiore #twst imagines #twst scenarios #blossom grove prompt event #mootuals♫

[ashland-frost]

Yuleball

Ominis & Sebastian

As the Yule Ball approached, anticipation filled the air, weaving a tapestry of excitement and nerves. Sebastian stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his attire, his heart aflutter with anticipation. He had carefully chosen his ensemble for the evening, wanting to make a statement as he accompanied Ominis, his beloved.

And there he stood, just a few feet away, Ominis, clad in a sleek black suit adorned with delicate silver snakes. The silver thread shimmered under the soft glow of the room, casting a mesmerizing sheen. The suit hugged his form in all the right places, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean physique.

Sebastian's breath hitched as his eyes traced the contours of Ominis's figure, captivated by the elegance and charm emanating from him. The silver snakes, embroidered on the fabric, seemed to come alive, their serpentine forms twisting and turning, adding an enigmatic allure to Ominis's attire.

Though Ominis was blind and unaware of his own appearance, there was a subtle shyness to him, a vulnerability that made Sebastian's heart swell with tenderness. It was as if Ominis doubted his own appeal, unsure of how he would be perceived by others. But to Sebastian, he was nothing short of breathtaking.

Sebastian couldn't help but be overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions: pride, joy, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude that Ominis had agreed to be his partner for this grand event. He knew that tonight, they would be the epitome of elegance and grace as they graced the ballroom floor together.

Stepping closer to Ominis, Sebastian reached out, his fingertips gently brushing against the lapels of the black suit. "Ominis," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "You look absolutely stunning. The silver snakes add a touch of enchantment, accentuating your natural charm."

A faint blush graced Ominis's cheeks, unseen by his own eyes but felt the heat, as he nervously adjusted the collar of his suit. "Thank you, Sebastian," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "I trust your judgment, and it means the world to me that you find me presentable."

Sebastian's eyes sparkled with affection as he gazed into Ominis's sightless gaze, those ghostly blue eyes ever so beautiful. "You are more than presentable, my love," he assured him, his voice filled with sincerity. "You are a vision, an embodiment of grace and elegance. Tonight, as we enter the ballroom together, all eyes will be drawn to you."

A surge of confidence swelled within Ominis, bolstered by Sebastian's words. With a shy smile, he extended his hand, seeking Sebastian's touch. "Shall we go, then?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Sebastian took Ominis's hand in his, intertwining their fingers, their connection a source of strength and reassurance. "Yes, my love," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. "Together, we will dazzle the room, as we always do."

And with that, they embarked on their journey to the Yule Ball, their steps aligned, their hearts entwined, ready to create a memory that would forever be etched in their souls.

Entering the Great Hall, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and curiosity as Ominis and Sebastian, hand in hand, made their way across the room. Their presence drew numerous glances and whispers from their peers, but to their surprise, the reactions were not of shock or disapproval. Instead, the whispers carried an air of excitement, as if the entire student body had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

As they passed by, Ominis couldn't help but catch snippets of the conversations surrounding them. Words like "finally," "about time," and "are they dating now?" filled the air, mingling with the soft gasps and excited murmurs. The speculation and excitement grew, swirling like a current through the Great Hall, and it brought a playful smile to Ominis's face.

Amused by the speculation, Ominis tilted his head toward Sebastian, a mischievous glint in his blind eyes. "Sebastian," he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. "You won't believe what they're saying."

Sebastian turned his gaze toward Ominis, curiosity evident in his expression. "What is it, my charming snake?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest. "I'm curious to know what the rumors are."

With a chuckle, Ominis leaned closer to Sebastian, his voice barely above a whisper. "Apparently," he began, his words tinged with mirth, "they think we should have been together from first year, and they're wondering if we've finally decided to start dating."

A soft laugh escaped Sebastian's lips, and he glanced around the room, noticing the lingering gazes and hushed conversations. "I can understand why they might think that," he replied, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "We have been inseparable since our first year. Maybe my legs would have been stronger by now, if we dated earlier." He got a chuckle from the blonde, who held his hand tighter.

As they continued walking, Ominis leaned closer to Sebastian, his voice filled with mock concern. "Well, my love," he whispered, his tone teasing. "Do you think we should inform them of the truth, or should we let them continue their speculations?"

Sebastian grinned, his hand tightening its grip on Ominis's. "Let them wonder," he replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. "After all, it's far more exciting to keep them guessing."

Together, they navigated the sea of whispers and curious glances, their laughter mingling with the music and the magic that surrounded them.

The soft melodies of the music filled the air, enchanting the atmosphere of the Yule Ball. Sebastian and Ominis found themselves nestled amidst the crowd,The gentle sway of the dancers around them only emphasized the growing desire in Sebastian's heart.

With a nervous yet determined smile, Sebastian extended his hand towards Ominis, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "Ominis, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Ominis's blind eyes widened in surprise, a delicate smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached out and took Sebastian's hand, his touch conveying a silent acceptance and affection. "Of course, my love," he replied softly, his voice resonating with warmth.

As they stepped onto the dance floor, the elegant rhythm of a waltz embraced them. Sebastian, though usually confident and composed, felt a rush of nervousness as he anticipated their dance together. Little did he know the hidden talent that lay within Ominis.

Their bodies moving in synchrony, as if they were connected by an invisible thread. Sebastian's astonishment grew with each graceful step Ominis took. The way he effortlessly glided across the floor, his movements fluid and poised, left Sebastian in awe.

"You dance so beautifully," Sebastian whispered, his voice filled with genuine surprise. "I had no idea you were such an incredible dancer."

Ominis chuckled softly, his grip on Sebastian tightening ever so slightly. "I suppose I never had the chance to show you," he replied, his voice filled with gentle amusement. "There are many things about me that may surprise you, my dear."

They continued their elegant dance, their bodies swaying to the enchanting rhythm. Sebastian's initial shock soon turned into admiration, his heart swelling with love for the extraordinary person in his arms.

As the waltz came to an end, the applause of their fellow students surrounded them, but their attention remained solely on each other. Ominis leaned in, his breath warm against Sebastian's ear. "Thank you for asking me to dance," he murmured, his voice filled with love. "It was a moment I will cherish forever."

Sebastian's heart overflowed with happiness as he held Ominis close, his arms wrapped protectively around him. "No, thank you," he whispered in reply, his voice filled with gratitude. "For showing me yet another facet of your incredible self. Dancing with you is a gift I never knew I needed."

They swayed gently, caught in the embrace of their love and the lingering magic of the dance floor.

Ominis led Sebastian to the garden, their steps light and filled with anticipation. They descended the steps and settled on a bench, surrounded by the enchanting glow of fireflies and the serene view of the black lake. Ominis could hardly contain his excitement as he prepared to unveil his gift and express his deepest feelings to Sebastian.

Sebastian, his curiosity piqued, took a seat next to Ominis, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "What did you get me?" he asked eagerly.

A nervous yet radiant smile graced Ominis's lips as he retrieved a small box from his pocket. Opening it slowly, he revealed a beautifully crafted silver snake ring with dazzling diamond eyes. "Sebastian, you once said you wanted to be with me forever," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. "And I want the same. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, even after we graduate from Hogwarts."

Sebastian's eyes widened in awe and realization. "Are you asking me to marry you?" he whispered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Ominis nodded, his gaze never wavering from Sebastian's. "Yes, my love," he affirmed, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "I can't imagine my future without you. I want to build a life together, facing the world as partners, and sharing a love that transcends time and distance."

Tears welled up in Sebastian's eyes as he reached out to take the ring, the significance of the moment sinking in. "Ominis," he said, his voice filled with unwavering devotion, "I want to marry you. I want to wake up every day knowing that we're in this together, forever."

The air was thick with emotion as Sebastian slipped the ring onto his finger, a symbol of their eternal bond. Ominis gently cupped Sebastian's face, his touch tender and filled with love. "Sebastian," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and joy, "you are my light in the darkest of times. With you, I've found a love that is beyond measure, and I am endlessly grateful."

Sebastian leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft and affectionate kiss. The fireflies danced around them, their ethereal glow illuminating the garden and casting a magical aura upon the couple. In that moment, all worries and doubts melted away, leaving only the purity of their love.

As they pulled apart, their foreheads pressed together, their eyes locked in a profound connection. "I love you, Ominis," Sebastian whispered, his voice filled with a profound tenderness. "And I promise to stand by your side, through every joy and every hardship, as we embark on this beautiful journey together."

Ominis's snake-like smile widened, his eyes shining with happiness. "Sebastian," he replied, his voice filled with unbridled affection, "you are my heart, my unwavering support, and my deepest love. Together, we will create a lifetime of treasured memories and navigate the wonders of life as one."

The ring glimmered in the moonlight, a symbol of their unbreakable bond and the promise of a lifetime together.

"But Ominis, what about your family?" Sebastian asked, a tinge of sadness in his voice. "I don't think they'll appreciate you not having any children and being with me."

Ominis gently took Sebastian's hand in his, offering reassurance. "You don't have to worry," he replied, his voice filled with determination. "I've made peace with my decision. After Hogwarts, I've decided to leave the Gaunt name behind."

Sebastian's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and hope dancing within them. "So, what does that mean?" he inquired, a glimmer of anticipation in his voice.

A warm smile played on Ominis's lips. "It means," he paused for a moment, his gaze locked with Sebastian's, "I am more than willing to take your name."

Sebastian's heart skipped a beat, a wave of emotions washing over him. "Ominis Sallow," he said softly, testing the sound of their shared future. "It has a nice ring to it."

Ominis chuckled, his affectionate gaze never leaving Sebastian's face. "Yes, my love," he said, his voice filled with certainty, "from this moment forward, I am Ominis Sallow. And I will gladly leave behind any attachments or expectations tied to the Gaunt name."

Sebastian's eyes shimmered with gratitude and a touch of mischief. "Well then, my apologies to the Gaunts," he replied, a playful twinkle in his voice. "They may be losing the best heir they could have, but I am gaining the love of my life."

Ominis leaned in, his snake-like smile widening as he whispered, "Sebastian, no matter the name we bear, our love is forever. Our union is a testament to the power of love and the choices we make for our happiness."

Sebastian nodded, a sense of serenity washing over him. "Together, Ominis Sallow, will forge his own path, create his legacy, and build a love story that defies expectations."

Hand in hand, they sat there, ready to face the world as Ominis and Sebastian Sallow, surrounded by the flickering fireflies and the soothing sound of the black lake. Their love was real and unbreakable, a bond that would endure far beyond the walls of Hogwarts.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy drabbles #sebastian x ominis #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy headcanons #sebinis #ominis gaunt headcanon

[ravenmelon]

My Good Omens Fics ! Little summaries and links:3 and ratings of fluff to plot to smut ratios! More on the way, such as the beginnings of a new one, and AU called “When Their Wings Interlocked.” Which will be updated here when it is finished. Please enjoy! I also added an author rating of my personal likes

A Bit of Good

Rating: Mature

3:3:0 (fluff to plot to smut ratio)

Status: Complete

Personal Rating of Enjoyment: 8/10

In the earliest moments of existence, when the Garden of Eden bloomed with temptation, two celestial beings crossed paths-one descended from grace, while the other clung to his heavenly perch, ever under the watchful eye of the ineffable. This is a tale of their timeless connection, a slow-burning love story that spans the ages-- a prologue to Good Omens. Journey with them through centuries of camaraderie, unwavering loyalty, and missed opportunities, as they grapple with the profound realization that they were each other's salvation all along. In a world filled with divine intervention and cosmic absurdity, they find their hearts entwined in a love that defies time, destiny, and even the heavens themselves.

Absolutely Unholy

Rating: Explicit

3:1:3

Status: Complete

Personal Rating of Enjoyment: 9/10

Amidst the celestial choirs and fiery chaos, the bond between Aziraphale and Crowley blossoms like the rarest of blooms, an enchanting melody that defies the very essence of their being. With each stolen, not to mention intimate, moments, their connection deepens, and the forces that seek to tear them apart only serve to fan the flames of their passionate devotion. In "Absolutely Unholy," love takes flight like an angel's feather and burns like a demon's fire, as Aziraphale and Crowley explore the boundaries of their natures and discover that the most profound love story can emerge from the most unconventional of pairings.

The Mourning Star

Rating: Mature

2:3:1

Status: Completed

Personal Rating of Enjoyment: 6/10 (its the sadder/angsty one)

In the aftermath of the thwarted Apocalypse in this alternate universe, Crowley has forcibly lost his memory and taken on a humble life as a greenhouse keeper in Upper SoHo. Meanwhile, Aziraphale, believing Crowley perished during the tumultuous events of heavenly punishment, has adopted a young girl he named Nebula in his process of healing. Their paths unexpectedly cross when Aziraphale seeks horticultural knowledge for Nebula, leading to a heart-wrenching reunion with a forgotten past. Will the Angel be able to find new happiness? Will he bring his Crowley back to him from beyond?

Messing With the Bull

Rating: Teen/Adult

3:2:0

Status: Complete

Personal Rating of Enjoyment: 7/10

This idea was brought to me after posting a beautiful fanart on reddit, and thanks to Truerude, it has come to life! Remember when The Breakfast Club was all any of us could think about? Specifically Bender, but that's for another time. In this AU, Aziraphale has just transferred to Nexus High after leaving a Christian Academy. Join him on his first few days, and the inevitable detention that awaits him and several of his newfound friends.

#please enjoy #easylinks #good omens #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ao3 good omens #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #ao3feed #ao3 author #ao3 stuff #crowley #aziraphale #top aziraphale #gaimanverse #if you read all of this i love you #if you read this omg #readers of tumblr #for ao3 #goodomens fanfic #new fanfic #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #aziracrow

[mysticstarlightduck]

Writeblr Secret Valentine!

For @theglitchywriterboi as a gift for the Secret Valentine's Day from @writeblrcafe! I'm your Secret Valentine this year, and I wish you a very happy Valentine's Day with lots of cookies (if you like cookies, that is)!

Since I've never participated in an event like this before - and am I not very good when it comes to writing standalone non-fiction prose (: - I chose to gift you an excerpt from one of my fantasy WIPs, Enchanted Illusions (which is currently in the first draft process)!

I wrote this fluffy, fairytale-style "first date" scene between my Victorian characters with the spirit of this holiday in mind, and what better time to share a piece of it than this very event? I really, really hope you enjoy this one! It's one of my favorite moments in that WIP.

With care, from Ani! (@mysticstarlightduck)

[...] The silky curtain suddenly dissolved beneath her fingers at the slightest touch, turning into a hundred little lights that floated away to the ceiling of the secluded hall, where they scattered on the dark stone, like stars in the night sky, illuminating the room in warm blue.

Walking into the room proper, she was quick to notice the soft music that seemed to surround her - as if there was an orchestra hidden in these walls, unseen and faintly, playing notes carried by the night wind and echoed by the marble statues in the pilasters above.

It was a stark contrast from the lively tavern just above their heads where they'd spent the beginning of the night, though both places were a different kind of wonderful, and wild and refreshing ... and everything she would never have dreamed to witness in her previously sheltered existence.

These past few months on the road had truly been full of surprises - ranging from the very good to the dreadful and the unexpected - all of which allowed her to finally know herself beyond the confines of the girl she was raised to be. To know the world and the people in it, and surprisingly find someone in their crazy world with whom her heart seemed to entwine, desperately, softly, madly in love.

Harriet playfully twirled around, watching the fabric of her skirt flow, following her steps, giddy with wonder. "Wow." She breathed, mostly to herself, and it was all seemed she could say, turning around.

She saw Augustus', who was still standing by the doorway where they'd arrived a moment ago. His eyes fixed on hers, lovingly, mirroring hers as she took in the sights around them, and most surprisingly, a genuine, relaxed smile on his lips - for a moment, he had the look of someone who was lost in a dream, time passing slowly in the seconds before he blinked himself back into reality.

"I've never known you to be the speechless kind, Hattie. It's almost uncanny!" He immediately teased with a chuckle, before his voice softened "I knew this place would make you smile - and it seems I have succeeded, haven't I?"

With that final, rhetorical question, he walked into the room. There was an uncharacteristically anxious bounce to his strides, a perfectionist tic as he fidgeted with his ruffle tie and adjusted his glasses, closing the distance between them rather quickly. It wasn't hard to notice how much he wanted everything to be as perfect as humanly possible, even though he was just as inexperienced as her when it came to these matters. They were much like kids dipping their toes in the sea for the first time - unsure, giddy, afraid of the vast unknown that seemed to sprawl before them with no idea of what they would do next. But still, hopeful.

The fact that he was trying, that he cared so much as to make all of this possible on a simple night, was proof enough for Harriet that they were right.

So when he reached out a hand, and asked, "May we... have this dance?" - in a voice little more than a whisper, tentative but sure at the same time, Harriet knew that the answer was surely yes, and would always be, as she took his hand in hers. [...]

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