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goldencherryhazz · 3 years

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my stress reliever

Sub!h x reader

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving) fluff and some swearing

A/N: so the grammys are tomorrow and I am not prepared physically or mentally, so I decided to write a little something to calm myself. Its nearly 2am so there’s probably a load of mistakes! Pls don’t copy my work. Hope you enjoy!

It was the night before the Grammys and Harry had to admit he was feeling a bit stressed but even more nervous, he was so grateful for the fact that he would not only be opening the show, but that he had been nominated for not one, not two, but three Grammys.

When he got the phone call from his manager Jeff he was over the moon and y/n was jumping for joy, whilst hugging Harry, he was also pretty sure he saw a couple tears slip down her cheeks. That feeling lasted for weeks, but now with less than 24 hours to go the nerves had definitely set in and he didn’t know how to soothe them and had been basking in his troublesome thought for the past 40 minutes.

Y/n was currently out shopping for some essentials but Harry wanted her to be no where else except in his arms, they had both become a bit clingy towards each other during the pandemic, they had heard lots of couples break up or get divorces, but with Harry touring all over the globe and y/n having to stay put for her own jobs hey were more than happy to spend months on end together.

When he heard the front door open he practically leaped up from his spot on the couch, rounding the corner to the hallway immediately spotting y/n carrying multiple bags, still clad in a coat and woolly hat, her cheeks slightly red from the cold air even though it was nearly half way through March.

‘Hiya baby’ she smiles at him

‘Hi angel, missed you’ he said fumbling with the ends of his fingers.

‘I’ve only been gone about half an hour H’ she chuckled slightly, sensing he wasn’t feeling himself and hadn’t been all day.

‘Wanna come and help me put some shopping away’ she asked starting to take her hat and coat off, before getting a nod of the head in return his shy eyes making contact with hers. She ventured her way through to the kitchen, Harry trailing his way behind her like a lost puppy, starting to feel a bit calmer just due to her presence.

They then started to putting items in their allocated places in their kitchen, working like a dynamic duo somehow knowing wherever the other was at each given moment. Once the last item was put away Harry folds away the bags and puts them in a cupboard to be used another time. He then stands there in front of her, strands of his hair falling into his face in which y/n reaches out to push them back, he nuzzled into the slight touch, craving closeness with his girl. He makes grabby hands towards her in which she immediately complied and crashed into his warm chest wrapping her arms round his shoulders, fingers tangling into his hair. He sighed deeply in contentness but with a hint of worrysome into the crook of her neck ‘what’s going on in that head of yours baby’

‘I’m just worrying about tomorrow’ he speaks honestly ‘there’s just loads of thoughts of what could go wrong running through my head, and I can’t stop them’

‘Well I know that once you get out on that stage you are going to take it and rock the hell out of it, cause that’s just you and no matter how much you doubt yourself I know you are going to be amazing no matter what happens, and I think I can speak for pretty much everyone when I say that, you’re incredible baby no matter if you win a Grammy or not, I don’t really care about a shiny piece of metal I care about you’

‘But what if I mess up the words to the songs, or fall over on stage or something stupid like that’ he rushes out.

‘Your overwhelmed baby, and that’s very understandable because you haven’t really been doing a lot of this stuff cause of the pandemic, you just need to get in the swing of things again, but I’ll be there every step of the way, don’t need to be nervous H I’m here’ she cooed as he wrapped his arms around her tighter.

‘Thankyou angel, I love you, don’t know how much I needed to hear that’ he whispered kissing her neck.

‘I love you too, no need to thank me baby, that’s why I’m here, I’ll always be your moral support. If you want I can stand at the side of the stage with banners and everything,’ she says manoeuvring to grab a tea towel to demonstrate, she starts to swing her hips around, her body going in a circle with her hands in the air that was gripping the towel, whilst cheering ‘go H, go baby, go H, go baby.’ This made Harry laugh, a real laugh immediately lighting up the whole atmosphere. He swore he couldn’t live without this girl, who was dancing around the kitchen and would probably actually do what she was demonstrating on the side of the stage whilst he performed at the Grammys, because she cared about him that much.

‘There’s that smile, missed seeing that on your pretty face today’ she smiled right back at him, glad that he was happy again.

She made her way back to him, hugging him once again placing a kiss to the side of his jaw.

‘Wanna go upstairs and get all snuggy?’ She questioned.

‘Yeah, sounds perfect angel’

‘C’mon then’ grabbing his hand and leading them to their bedroom.

When they were half up the stairs y/n suddenly spins to face him again ‘you know, if your still feeling stressed I can help you even more, pretty sure I could eliminate all of it’

‘And how do you plan on doing that angel’

‘Oh my beautiful boy, the list goes on and on’ she says almost seductively.

They both knew where this was heading so they start to rush more up the stairs, excited to get to the bedroom, and as soon as they are and the door is shut behind them, Harry is pushed so his back was against the door before y/n starts kissing his lips hungrily, biting and sucking hickeys onto his neck making him groan ‘wanna be my baby boy tonight, just want to love you on you, make sure you’re totally stress free, how does that sound baby’

He whimpers at her words he could feel his length harden at her words ‘y-yes angel, want you to take control, wanna be your baby boy’

In turn y/n whimpers feeling her panties get wetter and wetter, she backed him up to the king-size bed, their lip connecting and reconnecting, the head in the room seeming to go up about 10 degrees, Harry loved it when y/n had her way with him, taking control of his pleasure, making him cum so hard he saw stars, he swore she was magical, the fact that he was worrying about every little thing about 20 minutes ago and now not having a care in the world, he could have been in the deepest, darkest whole and she still would be a been able to pull him out.

She turns both their bodies so that Harry’s would be the first to hit the bed, she was kissing him so hard it was making his knees buckle ‘do you want to take your shirt off and lay on the bed for me baby boy’ she says in which he quickly complies, lifting the fabric over his head, to see y/n doing the same taking her bra off at the same time, making him practically drool at the sight of her perky tits just begging to be played with.

He laid on the bed following her instructions, waiting for her to come over to him, and when she did y/n let out a small moan at the sight of his fucked out face and she had barely touched him, she loved it when he was like this, letting her take control when the roles were usually reversed, she just wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel, which was pretty dam amazing.

She leaned over kissing his lips, her tongue diving into his mouth dancing with his own, she pulled away slowly ‘what do you want me to do to you baby’ she asked already knowing the answer ‘want me to play with you cock’

He whimpered and nods, his doe eyes begging her to do something about the tent in his sweats.

‘Use you words baby, wanna hear you say it’

‘P-please angel, want y-you to play with my cock’

‘Okay baby boy’ she reaches down to the tie on his sweats undoing the bow slowly, almost teasing him making him squirm and moan out ‘please touch me angel, m’starting to ache’ she works quicker getting the trousers off of his legs before throwing them somewhere in the room, then going back to pull his boxers down his long legs, his cock finally springing free from its confines and gently hitting his stomach.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of his cock, the tip an angry shade of red leaking precum, the thick veins more prominent, his balls looking deliciously filled with cum, just ready for a release. She lays between his spread legs, wasting no time in gripping his girthy shaft in her hand making Harry throw his head back and stifle out a load moan, she smiled knowing she was making his feel good with only one touch. ‘Who’s made you this hard baby?’

‘You angel, only you’ he moans as she starts bringing her hand up and down his cock, her thumb swirling over his sensitive tip making him groan every time. She then brings her head down, making eye contact with his green orbs as he lifted his up, her lips encased his tip before going down inch by inch until she was about half way, Harry let out a prolonged moan, loving the feeling of her mouth in him. Y/n brought her head up after a few more seconds gasping for air ‘taste so good baby, can’t wait to taste that cum though’ he whimpered his legs spreading even more to give her more room. When she reattached her lips to his shaft she starts bobbing her head up and down, taking him down her throat aswell, her hand tugging the rest ‘feels so good angel’ he says whilst gathering her hair in a makeshift ponytail.

At this point y/n panties were soaked, she managed to get a little stimulation by grazing her clit on the rough fabric of her jeans, making her hum in delight around his cock. She brings her other hand down to his balls, rolling them in her palm. She then comes off his cock with a pop, taking one of his balls into her mouth instead, changing between the two all whilst tugging his cock.

‘M’gonna cum if you keep doing that’ his legs starting to shake around her

‘Well that was my aim, baby’

‘wanna have you wrapped around me when I cum, please angel’ he whimpered

And with that y/n was already unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs, because how could she say no to him, her clit was starting to throb aswell, she smiled knowing that it wouldn’t take long for them both to cum, she straddles him bringing her lips to his once again, he grabbed hold of one of her tits massaging it before tweaking her nipple making her whimper into his mouth. She becomes desperate pulling away quickly before gripping his shaft and lining him up with her entrance, sinking down onto him with ease because of how wet she was. They both let out prolonged moans, loving the feeling of being wrapped around each other ‘pussys so fucking tight, s’like you were made for me’ he moans out, ‘think your cock was made for me too baby boy, stretches me out soo good’ placing both hands on his chest, she whimpers slowly lifting herself up before going back down, making a slow pace. They were moaning in unison the only sound in the room, and small whimpers of ‘baby’ and ‘angel.’ y/n brings her hand down to her clit starting to make small circles, knowing she wouldn’t need much to topple over she was amazed at how fast her orgasm was creeping up on her ‘m’gonna cum baby boy, you close’

‘Yes m’so close, your gonna make me cum so hard’ his legs starting to shake again, one of his tell- tale signs.

‘Cum with me baby’ y/n says not holding back anymore, with a few more thrusts and circles to her clit she was cumming, she whimpered the words ‘baby boy’ over and over, that’s when Harry toppled over he felt his cock twitch and with that he was releasing ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of her, he stopped breathing, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, toes curling, legs shaking practically screaming profanities. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he was gasping for air, a faint ringing in his ears.

Y/n leaned down to his chest kissing a few spots, now utterly exhausted ‘you okay baby’

‘Never cum so hard in my life angel, felt incredible’ he breathes out a lazy smile on his face.

She slowly lifted herself off of him, knowing he would be sensitive before laying down beside him ‘thankyou angel’ he whispers to her

‘What for?’ she asks

‘For making me forget all of my worries, for being my stress reliever, probably would have lost it by now if I didn’t have you’ he says sweetly. ‘I don’t know what I do without you either baby’ she says kissing his lips and then pulling his head to her chest, he nuzzled into her, his long arm draping the duvet over them, before gripping onto her waist.

‘Now go to sleep my beautiful three time Grammy nominated boyfriend, you’ve got a big day tomorrow’

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bellshells · 4 years

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Right and Wrong

This was a request from a lovely anonymous person who had had a dream about our resident dungeon bat and I couldn’t pass up the chance to write it! Hope you like it, dear!

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader Summary: Reader is a new Professor training under Professor Flitwick when she receives some help with her marking from Professor Snape. Warnings: Language, Smoking, Smut (dear lord), Dominant Severus, Implied D/s themes, Spanking(?) Word Count: 3.8k+

Marking. You hadn’t thought at all about it when you had agreed to return to Hogwarts. The transition from student to Professor had been one that you had found surprisingly easy, and when Professor Dumbledore had sought you out that evening behind the bar at The Leaky Cauldron; he had made you an offer you couldn’t refuse. The chance to train under Professor Flitwick would put you in good stead to gain the relevant skills to apply for teaching posts in magical schools abroad, and whilst you enjoyed working for Tom in Diagon Alley; you couldn’t see yourself pulling pints of Butterbeer forever. Filius wanted to retire, neither he nor Albus made any secrets regarding that fact and you wondered whether Albus would ask you to stay on at Hogwarts once the charms master retired. A large part of you wished for that greatly.

Marking. Infuriatingly, it hadn’t occurred to you how much of your time it would steal when you assumed your position. You spent hours upon hours marking tests, essays and exams and any time you had outside of that was swallowed by lesson planning. You weren’t ungrateful, not by any means, but you were certainly tired. It was the weekend, as Filius had reminded you as he wrapped his cloak tight around his chest and cast a disapproving look in your direction. “You are aware that it is Friday evening?” The short professor said as he made his way to the classroom door, he pulled it open and waited. “Well, are you coming? Minerva has saved us a table at The Three Broomsticks.” “I wish I could, Professor.” You smiled ruefully, “I’ve got all this marking to do, and I don’t think my boss is going to give me a hand. He’s so very lazy you see.” You winked. Filius clutched his chest, a look of mock heartbreak flashed over his bespectacled face. “You wound me, Miss (Y/L/N). Leave those essays, they’re only first years. They’ll have forgotten everything by Monday.” He outstretched his arm, an offer to escape. You shook your head and offered him a small smile. “Honestly sir, you go on without me. I’ll just sit and think about these essays if I don’t finish them, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself.” Filius seemed placated by that and nodded somewhat approvingly. He raised a hand and gave you a small wave, he closed the door behind him and left you alone with the rustle of parchment for company.

Another hour passed with a flurry of your quill, the darkness that had threaten to breach the castle’s walls had succeeded in its assault and with an almost distracted movement of your wand, the candles dispersed around the room flickered into life and you rubbed your hand wearily across your eyes. You didn’t want to stop, but you had worked your way through the rest of the first-year essays and were now attempting to weather the OWL practice exams. Filius really should be present, you thought. Whilst it had only been a few years since you yourself had taken your NEWT charm exam; you were hesitant in your corrections. Your eyes flickered to the closed door and you sighed heavily, your hand travelled into the pocket of your trousers and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Smoking for students was banned completely, but teachers were granted a small patch of land beside the Forbidden Forest for a quick cigarette break. You glanced towards the window, it was pitch-black outside now, and a heavy patter of rain assaulted the window. Fuck that, you thought. You grasped a cigarette between your lips and mumbled as best you could a spell to light it. You slumped back in your hard-backed chair and closed your eyes; the only sound the crackle of the singed tobacco as you took a deep drag of your cigarette.

“I’m assuming Professor Flitwick is indisposed this evening if you are here alone and…breaking school rules.” A voice from the doorway startled you and a heat rose across your cheeks. You dropped your cigarette onto the desk it rolled onto the parchments in front of you and you panicked, you picked it up and dropped it onto the stone floor, the heel of your shoe making quick work of the burning tip. The parchment, fairly unscathed sat mockingly before you. Professor Snape stood still; a look of bemusement etched across his pale face. “Professor, you made me jump.” You exhaled; your heart thundered in your chest. You knew you were done for; he would surely tell Filius of your disregard for the school rules and you would be sent back to The Leaky Cauldron. “Clearly.” You chewed on your bottom lip and waited for him to do something, to say anything but he remained still in the doorway. The flickering light from the candles illuminated him almost menacingly, his stance was predatory but the usual sneer he adorned was replaced with something a little more human, a smile, almost. You cleared your throat. “Can I help you with something, Professor? Filius has gone into Hogsmeade, but I’m here.” “Yes, as I haven’t lost my sight Miss (Y/L/N). I can quite plainly see you.” He snapped. Professor Snape made one step into the classroom and stopped, his hand still on the door handle. “No matter. Goodnight.” “Professor?” You called after him, he had turned to leave but at the sound of your voice he stopped and turned slowly to face you. Your teeth returned to your lip, in the dim light of the room you could have sworn that Professor Snape’s eyes flickered down to your mouth, but his dark gaze was upon your face in an instant, his look impatient. “I would really appreciate it wouldn’t tell anyone that you caught me smoking in here, Professor. It won’t happen again, I assure you. It was just a stupid lapse in my generally good judgement.” You gave him a weak smile and waited. He swept his eyes from the top of your head to your feet and you shuddered, his tongue protruded from his mouth slightly to wet his lips and all the air seemed to dissipate from the room. You felt the familiar warmth cross your cheeks as your eyes fixated on the potions master, his graceful nod elicited from you a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You felt relief wash over you with the agreement from Professor Snape and you smiled widely at him. “Was there anything else, Miss (Y/L/N)?” He said quietly, you weren’t mistaken this time. Professor Snape stared intently at your mouth, almost unashamedly as your eyes lowered to your desk. You nearly shook your head until Miss Granger’s unmarked exam caught your attention. “Actually, yes.” You almost whispered, you returned to your chair and sat slowly. “I’m having trouble marking these mock exams, Professor. I wonder if you could help…direct me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards; you took a breath unsure of what you were doing. You had never considered the idea of flirting with Professor Snape, he had never displayed any inkling of desire toward anyone in your presence- including yourself and so, you had just never thought about it. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive, well, he probably wasn’t to everyone’s tastes; but the potions master held an authoritative allure that you couldn’t deny. His high cheek-boned face was one that you had seen hundreds of times, the onyx eyes that you had avoided on many occasions as a student had now captivated your attention as he swept elegantly from the doorway to behind your chair. You could smell him before he placed his hands either side of your body, resting on the desk. He smelled of cedarwood and myrrh, a waft of Lily of the Valley reached you and it reminded you of the intense scent of churches, the feel of the wooden pews, of being on your knees. “What is it that seems to be…troubling you?” Professor Snape breathed; his voice close to your right ear. The ends of his black hair tickled your cheek as you struggled to think. You pulled Miss Granger’s exam towards you and shook your head. “It’s this question here sir, I’m not sure if it’s worded correctly. It gives the student the opportunity to be right and wrong with their answer. See?” He hummed as he read over Miss Granger’s effort, you tried to stay perfectly still. Terrified that if you moved even an inch, Professor Snape would withdraw from you. You could see his pulse in his wrist as his hands splayed in front of you, he tapped a finger. “Well, I think it’s just the nature of the beast Miss (Y/L/N). To be both right and wrong.” Professor Snape whispered, he seemed closer this time. His warm breath on your ear, your chest heaved as the seconds passed. You dared a look at him, you slowly turned your head and found his face mere inches from yours. You could smell firewhisky now, his lips slightly parted as his eyes found yours. “And sometimes,” He breathed, his nose touched yours. His face edged closer with each short breath. “You can be neither right nor wrong.”

It was impossible to say who initiated the kiss. In a second your lips crashed together, and a groan rose in your throat as he brought his hand to the back of your head and pulled on your hair. He tasted of whisky and it was almost disorientating, your mind was full of nothing but him as you brought your hands up to the back of his neck to anchor him in place. His lips found your jaw and he kissed down to your neck, his teeth grazed across your skin and you shuddered again. He pulled you up by your shirt and brought both his hands down your body and squeezed your rump roughly, his long fingers inflicting a delicious pain across your backside as he gave it a sharp smack. The shock of the impact made you gasp, and your eyes flew open, Professor Snape’s face was again only inches from yours, his dark eyes half closed and full of desire. Your stomach flipped as he pulled your hips against him, you rubbed your thighs together, in desperate need of contact. “Did you like that?” He whispered, his hands once more finding your bum. He rubbed the place where he had spanked you, and your head rolled back. His mouth attacked the exposed skin there, his hand left you only to be replaced with another smack, this one harder than the one before. You moaned loudly, and he chuckled. He withdrew from you and eyed your face; you were flushed and panting. You had never been spanked before, but the dampness in your knickers was a definite confirmation, if not for him- but for you. Professor Snape brought his hands up to his great frock coat and started to undo the buttons, you watched him meticulously, as if in a trance. As one by one, his deft fingers made quick work of his outer layer. You felt it only polite to remove your jumper, he let his coat drop to the floor as he watched you. You discarded your jumper with his coat and reached out for him, he instead sneered at you. “Continue.”

You blushed again as your fingers found the bottom of the t-shirt you wore, you tried desperately to remember which bra you had thrown on this morning, abandoning all hope for a matching underwear set, they were for celebrities and for people with more money than sense. To your dismay, a plan black bra met your gaze as you shoved your shirt over your head, you hadn’t noticed he had approached you until you felt his hands on your stomach. His fingers were featherlike as they moved upwards and to your back, unclasping your bra with ease and flinging it onto the floor. You looked up at his pale face as he licked his lips, he grasped your breasts and pushed them together. “Beautiful.” He said quite matter-of-factly, he dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth lightly, he sucked slowly and then grazed his teeth across the hardened peak. Your fingers found his hair and pulled, you craved a rougher hand than the one he was dealing, and he seemed to understand your silent wish as he tugged hard on your other nipple, sending a wave of hot pleasure through you straight to your quim. He continued to lick and suck on your nipples as you arched your back to him and moaned wantonly, the desire which had built in you had now reached its peak and you needed more. You placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head to you, his mouth again found yours with ease. Gods, this man was beautiful. How had you never noticed this before? His features were strong and noble, and his eyes so dark like the expanse of the beyond; you felt like you could sink into them. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you etched every inch of this mans face to your memory, the way he looked at you in that moment. He was divine. You could feel his arousal pressed hard against your stomach and you moved a hand to palm him through his trousers, he grunted in your ear as he bucked his hips forward. He pulled impatiently at the waistband of your trousers and you shoved them down your thighs and stepped out of them, you moved to remove your underwear when he grasped your wrist tightly. “No,” he said. “Not yet.” Professor Snape pushed you forward slightly with a warm hand on the base of your back. “Grasp each side of the desk and bend over. Legs spread.” You complied silently, the knot of desire in your stomach was becoming very hard to ignore as he lowered himself to his knees, his face level with your cunt. “My my,” He whispered against the inside of your thigh, you shuddered as his warm breath hit the sensitive skin there. “You are positively soaked, Miss (Y/L/N). Is this all for me?” He asked playfully. You groaned as he drew a finger over your clothed sex, your legs trembled as you thrust yourself in his direction. “Was it from me playing with your exquisite breasts that made you this wet, I wonder?” Professor Snape spoke directly to your dripping core, it was uncomfortable with him being so close to you, the odd touch to your neediness but no relief. “Or was it when I struck you?” He mused. You felt a whimper escape your lips, you needed him to touch you. You needed him to make you come. He laughed at your turmoil. “Shall we find out?” He seemed to pause; you could feel a change in him from behind you. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, you are to say ‘Red’ loud and clear. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Yes?” “Yes…Professor.”

It was only a second or two before you felt another blow on your behind, this one, rather more painful than the other two had been without the flimsy padding of your trousers. You couldn’t help the small yelp of surprise that left you as he struck you again, this time on the other cheek. You expected the harsh sting of a slap to consume you, but it never did. You found yourself moaning and thrusting your backside up to meet each swing of his hand. You had never experienced anything like the feel of his hands on your bum, the inferno that came from the impact and the delicious pain it brought with it. You felt like you were on fire, you writhed beneath him. You could feel your wetness drip down your thighs, tears pricked your eyes with need. You needed him desperately. Gods, you wanted him to fuck you. “Good girl, you’ve done ever so well.” Professor Snape praised you as he rubbed the sensitive skin of your bum, warm and slightly sore. “Please.” You whispered into the desk, you weren’t sure if he heard you but then you felt him, his torso against your back, his mouth close to you again. “Please what?” “Please touch me! Please fuck me, Professor. I need…I need-!” “You need what, Miss (Y/L/N)? You need my cock? You need me to make you come?” “Yes!” You exclaimed exasperated, “Please fuck me! Please sir!” He chuckled again and he removed himself from you, you wanted to roll over onto your back, to see him. But there was a part of your psyche that had taken over, you knew better to do something he hadn’t instructed you to do. “Would you like me to make you come before I fuck you?” He asked gruffly, he grasped your knickers from the back and thrust them down to your knees. You heard him behind you, he was close enough for you to hear various buttons and zips being used. “Yes, oh please sir!” You almost squealed, you fought the urge to stamp your foot. You were tired and so full of want; you weren’t sure you would be able to function if he didn’t touch you soon. “Well, seeing as my good girl asked so politely.” Professor Snape said as though he were speaking through treacle, you thought you would go mad. A gentle finger was pressed against your clit, he drew it at a torturously slow pace over your entrance, swirling it slightly. He plunged it inside you suddenly and slid another in to meet it. You pushed your hips back, desperate for more. You wailed in desperation, Professor Snape seemed to sense your restlessness and curled his fingers inside you, he picked a quick pace and fucked you roughly with his fingers. He brought his other hand over your thigh and began rubbing your clit. It was incredible, after all his teasing, he was finally touching you. A slew of curses left your lips as you gyrated against his skilful fingers, desperate for relief. You heard him groan as a new trickle of wetness left you as he removed his fingers, to double his efforts on your clit. He rubbed from side to side, his fingers hard against you and you bit down on your lip. You hadn’t realised until now how much restraint Professor Snape had been showing, he pressed his hips against your core as if involuntarily as you felt that tight coil inside as it began to unfurl. “Oh Professor,” You gasped, “I’m going to-” “Yes, you come! Good girl, come all over my fingers.” He commanded breathlessly, he quickened his pace and you came undone, it was visceral, and you cried out, your legs almost buckled under the pressure of your orgasm. He rubbed you until he was sure your orgasm had subsided, only when you relented in your whimpering did he slide his cock against your slick folds.

He entered you slowly, you were grateful for the time to adjust to his girth before you began to move your hips against him. He grappled at your arms and folded them behind your back. “Hold on to the elbow of your other arm.” Professor Snape commanded and you did so without question. It appeared his gentleness was at an end as he thrust into you, filling you to the hilt. You hissed at the decadent pain that accompanied it, you felt full of him. It was like nothing you had ever felt before, to be taken in this manner. His thrusts were swift, sharp and unrelenting. Like he wasn’t fucking you to make you feel good, it was all for him and that just turned you on more. You moaned with every flick of his hips as he reached deep inside you, eliciting pleasure with every movement. “You take my cock like a slut, is that what you are?” He demanded; his voice strained from the effort. You tried to answer him, but the only thing you could do was moan. The filth that was falling from his lips was like the most beautiful music you had ever heard; his deep baritone was all encompassing as he slapped your backside once more. “Answer me, girl!” “Yes! Yes sir!” “And,” He panted, he reached one hand between your legs to play with your clit. “Do you love my cock?” “Yes sir, I love it!” You cried; the pleasure was almost too much. He was fucking you hard, his fingers were quick against you and you found yourself being flung towards the wall of your orgasm. “Say it…again!” “I love your cock sir!” He slapped your clit as you came; you cried his name as your orgasm rose to heights previously uncharted and you sobbed. You were hot and sticky and so completely spent, but he didn’t stop. He continued in pursuit of his own release, your name sizzling on his lips as his thrusts became sloppy until he finally burst inside you. One, two, three more pumps into you before he collapsed on top of you. His face against your shoulder blades, he panted between the sloppy kisses he placed there, his hands coming to your arms to release them from their position. Your arms ached as they flopped to your sides.

Professor Snape pulled out of you gently and placed his hands either side of your ribs to help you onto your feet. You felt a void in your chest. Now, suddenly empty of him; you felt a longing for the stiff potions master, who had used you so deliciously. You wanted him, again. “Can you walk?” “Yes, I think so.” He offered you a quick smirk as you pulled your ruined knickers up from around your knees. “Good,” He said. “You can accompany me back to my rooms.” It wasn’t a question. Professor Snape chuckled darkly at your apparent shocked expression. He closed the gap between you in one swift movement and brought his lips to yours tenderly. “You’ve been a very good girl, Miss (Y/L/N). I should like to look after you this evening. Somewhere a little more…private.” You nodded and averted your eyes, you began to pick up your clothes and dress quickly. You wondered almost incredulously if Professor Snape desired your company as much as you desired his. “Does that sound agreeable, Miss (Y/L/N)” “Oh yes, sir.” You answered quickly, your eyes found his already dark with a renewed desire. “Good, because I think I would like to fuck you again. Once we have had the chance to bathe that is, I’m sure you’ll find my quarters adequate.” He said with a small smile. “Then I might help you with your marking.”

Marking. One thing you hadn’t thought about when you agreed to return to Hogwarts. It certainly didn’t seem so much like a chore anymore.

#severus snape #professor snape #pro severus snape #Pro Snape #snape smut #Severus Snape smut #severus snape x reader #snape x reader #professor snape x reader #harry potter #godrics-swallow

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godofsexdrugsandrocknroll · 3 years

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Jaune’s Father: “Walk the walk Jaune and talking the talk will come natural”

Jaune: *Stunned by Pyrrha kissing him*

Pyrrha: *About to shove Jaune in the rocket locker*

Jaune: *Feels Pyrrha’s hands on his chest, misinterprets and shoves his tongue down Pyrrha’s throat*

Pyrrha: *Eyes open in shock* MMMMPPPHHH!!!!! *Flustered by her naughtiest dreams coming true*

Jaune: *Enjoying the kiss, grabs and squeezes Pyrrha’s asscheeks*

Pyrrha: *Squeals, tries to push Jaune off*

Jaune: *Thinking Pyrrha’s about to push him into the locker and run off to die, panics*

Pyrrha: *Pyrrha’s brain shuts down as Jaune’s thigh rubs against her core, loses the ability to stand upright*

Jaune: *Spins, pushes a dazed Pyrrha in the locker and sets it off*

Pyrrha: *Already three hundred feet from Jaune* W-what, no! No! NOOOO!!! *Incredibly angry* Gosh flipping darnit girl, you l-let him get you all riled up and now he’s going to get himself killed!

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Jaune: *In an elevator* This is officially the stupidest idea you’ve ever had! Even worse than the stuff with Cardin, worse than the Deathstalker, worse than the time you took the blame for Coral breaking the window and somehow, someway, worse than the time you let Saphron put you in a dress, do your makeup and practice kissing a ‘girl’!

Elevator: *Shakes ominously*

Jaune: *Pale* I mean you just had your first real kiss with a girl, you felt her ass up and holy gods does Pyrrha have a nice, tight, big one, you’re still hard as diamonds and instead of running from the school that literally had a hole burnt through it by some kind of fucking firebreathing Grimm abomination, you go in! *Elevator goes into freefall*

Elevator: *Jaune’s screams replace screeching metal, crashes*

Jaune: *Climbs out, unharmed but aura has shattered* There’s got to be a limit, Jaune! Sure I turned Pyrrha to putty in my hands but that should not translate into running headfirst into certain death! Stupid Dad and his stupid advice! *Is hit in the head by a cane* Fucking ow! What the shit!?

*Witnesses Ozpin firing a gout of emerald fire that clashes with two huge streams of fire from the hot Haven girls hands*

Jaune: Oh what the fuck. And here I thought walking the walk was gonna be cool. Stupid Pyrrha. *Ducks underneath a scintillating jade orb thrown by Ozpin which vaporizes the elevator leaving nothing behind, in a falsetto* ‘Oh I’ll just kiss him and he’ll be so surprised and then I’ll shove him in a locker and go do something that’ll probably get myself killed. Teehee!’ *Breathes out* Not that I’m doing any better. The hot but apparently crazy Haven chick can fucking fly and - is that a tornado, ohhhh I’m gonna die - and Ozpin’s...

*Sees Amber*

Jaune: Is going to go to prison because this is a sex dungeon. Okay, Okay, you’re cool. Sure it was unanimously decided Pyrrha was going into the singles portion of the tournament and you nearly broke your neck twice getting down here, but something tells me sad Pyrrha has something to do with this. *Pauses* Which makes me wanna punch Ozpin, but question the pedo headmaster after you help!

*Sees Ozpin get a glass spear through the left lung*

Jaune: *Quickly* Or not. Okay, she’s monologuing, that’s good. Sneak, sneak, sneak-sneak-sneak. Blah, blah, magic? Really lady? Add delusional on top of crazy. Just get in closer, give her a nice kick to the ass and Ozpin will use his weird green themed semblance to obliterate her. *Hears Pyrrha mentioned* Ignore the urge to kick the dying sicko in the nuts, just focus on hurting the crazy chick who was apparently gonna kill my sorta-kinda-maybe girlfriend. Just nice, slowly, easily, quietleee-- *trips over his shoelace* --EEEEEEYYYOOOOPPPP!!!

Cinder: *Coughs wetly, stares at the sword sticking through her chest* H-how...?

*Cinder falls on top of Ozpin, her body crushed between the Headmasters and the shellshocked Jaune’s*

Ozpin: *Confused and dying* Mr. Arc?

Jaune: *High pitched* IswearIonlymeanttokickherintheasssoyoucouldfinishhereoff!

Ozpin: *Coughs* I believe you. Unfortunately it was not to be. You pierced her straight through the heart.

Jaune: I didn’t mean to?

Ozpin: And in doing so you’ve saved miss Nikos from a terribly cruel fate.

Jaune: Oh. That’s good. I’m pretty sure that if she hadn’t tried to shove me in that stupid rocket locker there’s at least a 50% chance Pyrrha would’ve jumped my bones, Grimm invasion or not.

Ozpin: *Groans in dismay* Only to quite possibly doom yourself to one.

Jaune: *Suddenly at full attention* You say what now?

Ozpin: You’ve stabbed me as well. *Sees Jaune about to speak* You’ve stabbed my other lung, young man.

Jaune: I-I’m sorry?

Ozpin: Not yet you aren’t. Usually when I reincarnate it’s some unlucky, random bastard. But you’ve imprinted on me.

Jaune: What.

Ozpin: I’m an immortal wizard who, when he dies, his soul and consciousness along with all his memories are transferred into a new man’s preexisting body.

Jaune: *Panicking* I don’t want you in my head, headmaster! On the off chance you’re not just a nasty pedophile, I really don’t want you in my head! I don’t think you wanna be there either! *Ozpin doesn’t respond* Professor? *Still nothing* Headmaster! *Ozpin is dead, Jaune* Ozpin you old fuck, don’t you dare, I don’t wanna hear your voice when I’m deep dicking my hot redheaded partner!

Ozpin: *Body explodes into green motes of light which Jaune inhales*

Jaune: AAAHHH, I DON’T CONSET, I DON’T CONSENT!

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Pyrrha: *Bringing dat ass back, clapping his groin* Oh Jaune, oh gods yes I love it, I love your cock so-s-s-so much! *Twists and twirls her booty on his cock* Oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum agaaaaaiiinn!!

Jaune: *Going hard, closing in*

Pyrrha: Oh yes, please, harder, I’m gonna cum all over that delicious Arc meat again and o-o-oh shit, fuck yes Jaune, fill your slutty Nikos bitch up with your hot jizz!

Ozpin: *Mentally* She’d be cumming harder if you did what I suggested.

Jaune: *Mentally, trying to focus on Pyrrha’s voice and the image of her* Shut up. This is me time you parasite and I don’t care how long you’ve lived, I don’t need advice from the guy who’s ex is out to end the world.

Ozpin: *Mentally* I’m just saying, miss Nikos is a natural born sub. Placing your foot on her head and giving her what I’m telling you she absolutely wants by degrading her, lambasting her the way she does herself and I guarantee you the rewards will be worth it. I know you’ve been eying her anus for quite some time now, give her what she wants--

Jaune: *Mentally, pushes in deeper which makes Pyrrha wail* I knew I couldn’t trust you to shut up! ‘Oh no, the time you spend with miss Nikos will be your own, I’m just an old soul here to help you fight my batshit crazy ex’ and now you’re trying to live vicariously through me! *Eyes widen as Pyrrha spreads her cheeks, lying facefirst on the bed and moaning*

Ozpin: *Mentally, smugly* Oh of course. You certainly don’t want advice from a man who has slept with literally thousands of women. She’s cumming, by the way.

Pyrrha: Ooooohhhh gods, yesyesyesyesyesyesyes I’m fucking cummiiiiiinnnngggg!!!!!!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuuuu~uuuck you’re so fucking gooooood!!!!!

Jaune: *Cumming his brains out*

Ozpin: *Mentally* Good to see you plan on following my advice next round, Jaune. If you feel like paying me back, you could always just tell Pyrrha that you’ve gone through my memories and developed a taste for hardcore, mistress of pain BDSM.

Jaune: *Mentally, lying on Pyrrha’s pronebone body, still inside as they both recover* This is all Dad’s fault. No amount of badass magic is worth this.

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I wanted one of these to have the advice backfire while still working and while I thought about it being an eventual Raven Jaune’s Father, I realized Pyrrha offered the best opportunity ever in the form of Ozpin, the unwanted and overly friendly brain ghost.

Hopefully any hardcore Arkos fans reading this don’t mind this one being the lewder, screwier one.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #arkos #jaune x pyrrha #rwby vol 3 #au #pyrrha lives #headmaster ozpin #this is what happens when you let a drunk type #what's crack-a-lackin'#shitpost #Jaune's Father AU

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funkwhistle · 3 years

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Sunrise

Pairing: Sort of Dutch x GN!reader, sort of Micah x GN!reader

Warnings: None, not even fluff

Words: 2k

Notes: Micah and you go for a ride to Saint Denis, it’s just a bit of comfort tbh

Nothing had made you feel quite as alone as he did, even though behind the protection of canvas walls he could be the most doting partner. His constant doting on her, the fact he'd spent more time drinking with Hosea than speaking to you over the past month, it all just hurt. And you couldn't say anything, of course, he was the gang leader and whatever you had to say would be dismissed by whichever fanciful excuse he would concoct in retaliation. 'He always paid attention to you', 'People like him were always busy', all excuses he'd given you before, you didn't need to hear them again. Even if you could speak out, you'd be kicked from the camp, and with nowhere to go you'd end up selling yourself in the corner of the bar again, as you were when he rescued the first time.

You watched them from across camp as Dutch spoke to Mary-Beth again, cracking jokes and covertly giving her a brooch he'd stolen. You couldn't bring yourself to hate her, she was too innocent to fall a victim to him, and you'd repeatedly tried to warn her. In her view, this was the fairytale she'd dreamed of, that she would be rescued by a handsome outlaw, who would woo her and they'd flee away together. And for a while, you'd hoped that would be the case with Dutch as well, but the whirlwind romance was over before it started.

Part of you wanted nothing more than to stay with the gang, bringing in money like Arthur did, but the other half of you wanted to run back to the comfort and certainty of a small-town job. Not one part of you wanted to continue like this, your only job was to sit and look pretty. Brushing your clothes down, you stood up, deciding to leave camp for a change of scenery; you'd love to visit Saint Denis, some others spoke of it as though it was magical, rumoured to be ten times the size of Emerald Ranch, where you'd grown up. But even a walk around some swamp of Shady Belle would be better than nothing, the peacefulness of being alone was something you envied.

As you were leaving camp, you crossed paths with Micah, who was riding into camp with a satchel full of what looked like money. Micah wasn't bad, you spoke to him a lot while the pair of you would wait for Dutch. And even though he was not eloquent with his words in the way Dutch was, he still would manage to make you laugh, his sarcasm as self depreciating jokes reminding you of what you'd been like before you joined the gang. As he passed you, he made sure to flash the contents of the bag at you, winking and saying;

“See? I pay my rent,” he jabbed, knowing how you felt about your lack of job in camp. You didn't grace him with a reply, opting instead to flip him the bird. As he rode off, you heard him laugh at your reaction, going to give his take to Dutch. You continued out of camp, until you were far enough not to hear the constant noise from it, finding a tree to lean against as you watched the swamp move in the sun. The warmth from the summer had made everyone's temper's short and while it was better than the snow of Colter, you were sick of the bugs and lack of sleep.

The sun passed through the sky as you sat there, watching an alligator lazily flick its tail on one of the islands in the centre of the swamp. If you strained your eyes, you could see the train when it had passed, but you could definitely hear it, and you yearned for nothing more than to jump on and ride into the city. Nobody had come to check on you, they were either too busy, and Dutch wouldn't care until he wanted you. So, here you sat, peacefully observing the evening as it drew in, breathing in the deliciously cool air.

“Thought I'd find ya here,” a familiar gruff voice said from behind you, shaking you from whatever you'd been thinking about. Craning your neck, you saw Micah, leaning against the same tree you were sat at the base of, smoking again.

“What do you want? Is he looking for me?” you said, disgusted at the hope in your voice. Micah laughed at your question, dropping the cigarette on the floor and squashing it with his boot.

“Dutch, looking for ya? That's a good one doll,” he looked down at you for a moment, before staring off in the same direction you were. Inside, you'd known the answer before he'd spoken, but for some reason unknown to you, you were still hopeful that he'd change.

“You ever been to Saint Denis, Micah?”“Why doll? You plannin' on running away?”“I've never been, and people say it's a big place, that was all,” Regretting asking, you looked over the swamp again. Distantly, there were plumes of smoke which you could only assume was the city, although you didn't realize you were camped that close.

“Wait here,” he said, moving away from the tree and back towards camp. You assumed he was leaving, to do something more interesting than sit with you; not like you had anything interesting to tell him anyway. Relaxing back into the tree, you wrapped your arms around yourself in a hope to keep you a little warmer.

Micah didn't return for a while, but the sound of hooves approaching made you turn, suddenly alert, hoping it was just someone leaving camp and not some person coming for you. The hooves stopped a few feet away, the bushes too dense for you to see the mysterious rider. Anxiously, you moved to shelter behind the tree a little, wishing you had something to protect yourself a little. “You still there darlin'?” It was Micah, thank heavens, and you poked your head out to see him, looking for you in one of the other bushes.

“Micah,” you approached him, confused as to why he'd left earlier, but as soon as he saw you, his face lit up.

“Thought you'd left,” he said, the smile fading as his usual gruff facade returned. You shook your head, shivering a little at the cool evening wind. “I got this for ya,”

He passed you a coat, not yours, but one you presumed was his, it smelt like him anyway.

“Couldn't find your one without meeting Dutch. It's got a hole in the left arm though,” he said, watching you pull it on. Immediately, the chill of the wind was lessened, and you smiled gratefully at him, this coat, even with the hole, was better than any coat you'd ever owned. It was well-worn, and the tough leather was soft on your skin, and in one of the inside pockets you could feel a pack of something, most probably oil or smokes.

As you were pulling on the coat, Micah started back through the trees to where his horse was, beckoning you to follow him. Pushing through the bushes, you came to Micah's horse, Baylock, and Micah pulling on his riding gloves.

“Get on then,” he said, jerking his head to the horse, as he pulled one of his stirrups and swung himself on. You looked up at him, confused, you'd only ever ridden a horse once, when Dutch took you from Emerald Ranch, and you didn't know why he was asking you to get on now. At your look of confusion, he offered a hand down to you, explaining;

“You wanted to go to Saint Denis?” In your mind, the last puzzle piece clicked into place, and you, albeit with a lot of scrambling, got up onto the horse behind Micah. For the first time in a while you were excited, not caring about what Dutch would have to say when you returned. You wrapped your arms around Micah, holding yourself on, as he kicked the horse into a fairly leisurely canter.

The journey was longer than it looked, but you were comfortable on the back of Baylock, the steady rhythm of hooves on the ground providing comfort to you, and making you less nervous about riding. Micah's hands would brush against yours every few strides, as he directed the horse a different way or relaxed a little. Somehow he was a lot warmer than you were, and you found yourself resting your head on his shoulder as you went along, nearly falling asleep.

By the time you'd reached the city, the moon, and the street lights were the only source of light. Glad to have Micah's jacket, the pair of you rode through the town, your eyes boggling at the size of it. Occasionally, Micah would point out something interesting, like the tram, or an interesting looking alleyway. When you reached the stable, Micah hitched his horse outside, walking towards the docks.

Micah stopped as he reached a tall looking building on one of the jetties, waiting for you to catch up; you were too busy taking in the bustle of the city, and the fact that even now, at night, it was busier than Emerald Ranch in daytime. Once you had reached him, he began to scale the side of the building deftly, hooking his feet into little gaps in the wood and metal cladding.

“C'mon, don't tell me you ain't climbed a building before?” he asked once he was sat on the roof, looking down at you seriously. Sure, you used to scale the buildings in Emerald Ranch when you were younger, but that was a long time ago, and this seemed difficult now. Not wanting to disappoint him after he'd brought you this far, however, you began to climb, slower than Micah, but steadily getting higher.

“That's it, just don't look down now,” he said as you reached the top, grabbing your arm as soon as he could to help pull you up. From here you could see much further, over Flat Iron Lake and the large ships which were docked in the harbour. Micah explained what some boats were for, and ones he didn't know he made up stupid jobs for.

The roof was corrugated, but it provided you wit some grip as you sat there, lisening to his stories. Neither of you had ever realy spoken about yourself before, and you enjoyed listening to Micah's wild tales that you weren't sure were completely truthful. But it didn't matter if they were all lies, listening to something other than Dutch's worries was welcome. And Micah seemed to be enjoying it, the fainest hint of a smile would cross his face when he remembered the events.

“That one is perfect for raiding, they never lock the cabin. And that one looks like it goes fishing, but I nicked it before, and it had nothing on,” he smiled a little at the last statement, glancing over at you. While you were listening to him, you were looking down on the people working in the city, happy with the fact you'd seen the city everyone spoke about, even if it was dirtier than you'd imagined it to be.

“Thanks Micah,” you said as he took a break from his stories of the place. He's just finished telling you about the time he evaded the law by running on people's roofs, and that an old woman had told him off for it.

“For what?” he asked, surprised.

“You didn't have to take me out, not like you was plannin to go out again,”

“What else was I gonna do then doll? Sit and get hammered at the campfire again? I like this more,” he answered, pulling a can of beans from his satchel. “You hungry?”

You nodded eagerly, remembering you hadn't eaten since before you'd left camp yesterday. He passed you the open can, and the pair of you sat on the rooftop, you eating beans, watching the sun come up over the city. And sure, when you returned to camp, you'd have to face the repercussions of felling to the city overnight, but for now, you could push that to the back of your mind and enjoy the sunrise.

A/N: I’m not sure if I love or hate this, but here we go, it’s been in my head for quite a while. Also catch Micah being sweet for the first time, we love to see it.

#micah bell x reader #micah bell/reader #micah bell x you #dutch van der linde #micah bell #saint denis #sunrise #red dead redemption imagine #red dead #red dead redemption 2 #reader insert #rdr2 #rdr2 tilly #rdr

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jossambird · 3 years

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This Soul Of Mine PT 4

Main Incubus Otto x Reader (Incubus Axel and Oscar x Reader in later parts!)

18+ (also in later parts)

(Mentions of Rape but only passing, as Incubus are Male Demons who feed off sex, most of them are NOT kind Swedes.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

After a few moments spent together in silence petting the little cat in Otto’s arms, a man came out of the house along with Oscar. The unknown man’s eyes narrowed as he took you in, frowning deeply as Oscar seemed to whisper to him.

“I am Axel.” He roughly stated as he kept your gaze, accent thick. You nodded, trying to smile but too overwhelmed to. The wind blew around you, the silence practically deafening as he seemed to stare into your soul.

“I am Y/N-“

“Yes I know, your name was on the cookie box.” He cut you off, sounding irritated and headed back inside with Oscar, leaving only the screen door open.

“Sorry, he is wary of.. new people.” Otto whispered, a small smirk appearing on his lips as you both heard Axel huff loudly inside the home. Together, you sat on their front porch, petting the little bundle of fur before it demanded to be put down, running away quickly.

“I... May I ask a favor of you..?” You asked Otto, voice silent as to not let his brothers hear you. Judging by the way you saw them slightly turn their heads though, Super Hearing was also probably an Incubus power.

You felt bad asking this of him, it wasn’t his job... But he had imprinted on you, hadn’t he? Laid claim to you accidentally, just as The Handler had said. You were now his, and he yours, surely that meant something.

Your slight pinpricks of worry reached his nose, followed by embarrassment and hope. Hope?

“Yes, of course.” Otto whispered back, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the smell of relief you exuded, so much so that he had to look away, eyes turning inside to catch both Oscar and Axel watching out of anticipation.

“Would you mind accompanying me to church after tomorrow? It would not be for long, I... I need to deliver something, but I dont feel comfortable going alone.” You answered, wondering if he could sense that you were hiding something from him.

Could Incubi also read minds, just as their female Ruler had? Was that simply a Succubus power? God, as soon as you got home, you were going to write all of this down.

It was obvious you were hiding something from him, but as he took in the delicious scent of your emotions, Otto knew it wasn’t anything malicious. Your worry and hope outshined anything else, the sweet mixture making his insides burn, feeling the sudden need to comfort you.

It was a mistake to reach out, to touch you, hand placed on your forearm. The moment he did, mouth open to answer, the sharp dangerous smell of arousal waifed off of you, calling to him, your surprise mixing with it as he retracted his hand. Otto’s mind reeled as he tried to recover, senses on fire, barely registering that you had accidentally projected some of your emotions onto him in that moment.

“I will walk you home.” Axel declared, scaring you as he appeared behind you, gloved hand settling on your shoulder to lift you and turn you away from his stunned brother. You frowned, trying to turn to say goodbye to the two other brothers but couldn’t, Axel’s rough hold veering you out the yard and into the street and cold night, his gray eyes shining as he watched you.

“I know that you know.” He stated as he walked alongside you, momentarily shutting his senses off as to avoid your whirlwind of emotions that you visibly had no control over whatsoever. Mortals, such incapable beings. He didn’t miss the way your head snapped back to him, watching him as you walked together.

“My brothers are young, a hint of stupid even, so they cannot tell, but I can. You fraternized with her, sat with her. You smell of her cigarettes.” He said after a moment passed, coming at a standstill. You werent Otto’s soulmate, you were working for The Handler, plotting, cruel, acting kind to get close to his poor unsuspecting brother. He wanted to lash out, tell you how stupid you were-

The scent of pure unadulterated relief flooded his senses out of nowhere as you turned to him, eyes wide open as you gasped deeply, looking at him in surprise.

“Oh god, thank goodness! You have no idea how relieved I am to know that you know, she absolutely scared the life out of me! She arrived at the Church and sat right beside me!” You exclaimed, hands flying to your face to hide from him, fearing he was about to kill you-

“You- Your being honest...” Axel said, tone sounding more uncertain then he had ever been in his life, finding himself out of his depth at your honest and truthful answer. Something within his chest hurt, a sharp and twisted pain, lighting his senses on fire. It felt like the first breath of fresh air after being held under water for ages, wind filling his lungs as he breathed in slowly. He didn’t understand, he didn’t get it; you knew they were demons? Incubi, to be specific, and yet you stayed either way?

“Why would you fraternize with demons, demons that rape, harm pretty little women like you... who lure unsuspecting women out in parks at night, only to eat their throat out?” Axel stated, trying to make you see just what they were, the dangers that they brought, what they truly were, but as he went on, he felt more drained, losing whatever edge he hoped to exude out to you.

He hated you, hated that a mere mortal like you were making him regret his choices, making him regret what he was as he saw the gentle pure kindness in your eyes. Most of all, he hated that you, you of all people, a pretty little church goer, made him regret being born an Incubus. For the first time in all of his existence, a mortal, a human, knew what he was, and stayed, showing him the same exact kindness as before.

“Wow, with a facial expression as flat as that, Im really trembling in my boots.” You smirked at him, hand lifting to push your hair back behind your ear as the wind blew around the both of you, trees swaying in the wind. A vile putrid stench filled the air for a moment and made him forget the retort that had been on his tongue, nearly making him gag as the scent filled his senses. What was that?

“Do that again.” Axel whispered out harshly, eyes sharply observing you critically as you stopped smiling.

“Do what again?” You asked, eyes wide, breath catching in your throat as he came closer, face moving towards you as if to smell you.

“Place your hair behind your ear again, there is something... unclean on you, something The Handler must have implanted on you, I can smell it wafting into the air around you.” Axel said before recoiling sharply as you lifted your arm, your soft gaze turning worried as you watched him openly gag, the noise making the nerves inside of you burst.

“Oh my god Axel, are you okay!? Im so sorry!” You asked, stepping away from him to leave him some room but halting as his arm shot out, grabbing ahold of your wrist-

Axel froze as foul images assaulted his senses, the scent overpowering him. He remained unmoving though, feeling it too important of a vision to pull back, pull away. You, the mere human mortal, were too important, he corrected himself, heart beating faster as he watched a Priest, supposedly a man of God, jerking himself off, your dainty little bracelet in his hand. Axel watched with a feeling of violation as the priest finished himself off and pocketed the bracelet, only to give it to you later that day at the end of a sermon. The man had tainted it, placed his unholy hands on it, coated with-

“Take it off.” Axel grunted as he pulled away, emotions running amok inside of him like a hurricane in an open field, ripping and destroying everything in its path. The delicate scent of your hesitation reached him, and he almost sighed out of joy at the sheer difference of weight your scent had over the bracelets filthy smell, making him forget the Priest’s disgusting act.

“If you can trust me, no matter how small, please, trust me now Y/N.” He added, eyes locking onto yours. It was a stretch Axel told himself, knowing he wasn’t in any position to demand anything of you after accusing you of potentially betraying them with little proof.

Nothing in this world had ever brought him ecstasy, nothing had ever made his dead heart beat, and yet here you were, ripping the bracelet off and throwing it into the woods behind you; the mere sight of your trust made his blood roil pleasantly under his skin, fingertips aching to touch you.

Had this been exactly what Otto had felt the first time he had touched you? Otto had been frugal on the details of his awakened state of mind, but was touch truly the key? It had to be, he had never felt a more pressing need to touch a human, anyone, anything, YOU, more then Axel did right now, invisible Incubus tail fidgeting back and forth out of confusion.

“Are you alright?” You asked again, noticing how far his gaze seemed, reminded suddenly of Otto’s expression the first time he had laid his hand on you. Axel breathed in sharply as you came closer, eyes connecting with your own. His gray-blue eyes shined in the moonlight, platinum blond hair reminding you of fresh snow.

You didn’t know what Father James’ bracelet had, or what magic was on it, but you trusted Axel.

“Y/N... If I asked you to no longer visit the Priest alone, would you respect my judgement?” Axel whispered softly as he lifted his hand, wanting to pushing your hair once more behind your ear but couldn’t. He watched you, watched as the wheels turned within your mind, and watched with greed as you bit your lip softly.

He had always seen female lovers do it, biting their lips to keep themselves from making sound, or out of desire, and it had never done anything for him. Yet here he stood, hand lowering to his side once more, insides churning in pure delight at the sight of your teeth sinking into your lower lip softly. The sweet scent of your surprise at his question curled around you, patiently allowing you to think before answering him.

You wondered if Axel had heard you speak to Otto earlier or if he had taken an educated guess. Did he also have powers like their Ruler did? He visibly had Super Hearing, but the was for another day to think about.

“You know, earlier at your home, I thought you hated me. But I would almost say you have a soft spot for me Axel, seeing how accommodating you are, walking me home.” You said, changing the subject as you felt anxiety rise up your spine with a vicious need. Axel hummed in answer, eyes squinting as he regarded you.

“You need not answer me, but please, next time, ask my poor simpleton of a Brother to accompany you.” He spoke, smiling a bit as you nodded and continued your walk home, silence reigning over the both of you the rest of the way.

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The walk back home was torturous for Axel, mind and heart fighting, intelligence trying to reign victorious over these... feelings, emotions. Useless things, really.

Yet... he understood, understood why Otto had been acting irrationally. Nothing seemed to make sense as he had watched you wave goodbye to him from your front door, senses telling him to leave but.. body roaring to go knock on your door, to ask for permission to enter and touch you, touch your cheeks and run his lips against your throat. Axel wanted to feel your pulse under his fingertips, feel the fleeting human life inside you, and to feel you, just you, touching him back out of your own volition, not like the humans affected by his natural Pheromones.

Axel’s feet came to a sudden stop, previous inner thoughts reminding him just what he was: A Demon. An Incubus, a male demon that sought to impregnate human women, feeding off their souls and lives. He was everything your kind feared, everything they had nightmares about, everything human children cried about.

Slowly yet quickly, the thought came crashing down on him that this, all of these emotions he was feeling, all of these humanly soft thoughts, all of these stupid fantasies could never happen.

Never should he touch your cheeks, and run his lips along your throat. Never should he feel your pulse under his fingertips.

Never, under any circumstances, should he ever feel your touch, from this moment on. If he did, Axel knew he would fail, knew he would throw everything to the wind, fairytales and folktales be damned.

If you touched him, Axel knew he would follow you until the end of the Earth.

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jacobseedz · 4 years

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Care pt.1

Professor Snape x Student!Reader

1340 words lol

Been feeling kinda shitty for the past months, so I thought I’d write something w my fav Prof :))) Hope you enjoy it, and I beforehand apologise for any errors, english is not my first language. I’M SORRY IF SEV IS SOOO OUT OF CHARACTER DKDKDK NOT EDITED SO IM REALLY SORRY BOUT THE ERRORS DKDJ LOVE YALL

Part 2 Part 3

Another bad, unproductive day. Nothing seemed to be quite alright for a long time. Nobody noticed your mood lately, but it was nothing new, you were used to it. Your parents were too busy, working for the Ministry of Magic. Your friends had their own problems, and the teachers? Why would they even give a damn..

You laid in bed for about twenty minutes, staring pointlessly at the ceiling. There were no classes to attend, it was Christmas after all. Everyone from your dormitory had left Hogwarts to spend the holidays with their family. Only you stayed behind, your parents wouldn't be home, so there was no point in leaving.

Looking to your left, you saw Jinx, your pet bat hanging upside down, soundlessly asleep. At least she could sleep with no care in the world.

Deciding to roam around, you got up, maybe you'd stop for food in the kitchens. The kitchen elves were particularly fond of you, and always gave you a small snack or some sweets. As long as you were nice to the elves, they were happy to give food out.

With a sigh, you throw off the soft blanket. Your grandma gave it to you before passing away. It was a birthday gift.

Upon the last memory of her, tears welled up in your eyes, which you quickly wiped away. She was your biggest supporter, teacher, and the only close family... until death came for her. And that was the breaking line.. You felt stupid, crying and walking down the hall, where everyone could see. Even though it was nearly nighttime, and half of the students who stayed were probably in their dormitories by now. However, the ghosts were always around, some taunting you, some playing tricks, and some being indifferent.

The closer the kitchen got, the faster you started wiping the tears away. Finally, able to breathe properly, you put on a small smile, and entered the area. Two elves greeted with warm smiles. They never said a word to you, not that it was a problem. Without a word, just a wink one of them gave you a long bar of chocolate, skittles and a bottle of chocolate milk.

"Thank you.." you whispered. You left with a wave, still smiling softly. Now you just had to find a place to sit down.

Two more turns, and you found yourself before the staircase leading to the dungeons. It was one of your favourite places. Whenever you felt sad or just exhausted with life you came there. Sometimes you managed to cross paths with your professor, however you prayed to Dumbledore that he was already down there. It would've been an embarrassment if he'd see you in such state.

Munching on your treats, tears began flowing down again. This year was just so terrible for you. Your grandma passed away, your grades got worse, you parents were always working and your friends just stopped caring.

Loud footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Before you could wipe your face, Professor Snape came into view, a nasty scowl on his face. Upon seeing you, his expression changed, it softened a little bit.

Since he started teaching you, he saw great potential, not once did you make a mistake in brewing a potion or on a test. You were always the first one to give it back, or answer a tricky question on many lessons. He liked your passion about potions, always approaching it with delicacy and great precision.

And you never spoke any ill words about him, quite on the contrary, you defended him handful of times. And it warmed his cold heart, making him put down the tough layers he built around himself, just for you. On free periods, you came to his classroom, offering your help in arranging the cupboard or preparing for his next lesson, like bringing important jars and such.

Students noticed how you became the only favourite student, always going soft on you, never giving a snarky comment, only small praises, sometimes even a smirk, although barely noticable for others.

"OH.. Professor-" you started, getting up. Your cheeks heat up, embarrassment washing over you.

"Come along, Y/N." he spoke quietly, going down the stairs, towards his office.

Not wasting much time, you walked behind him. Vision still blurred from the tears, you took careful steps, afraid you'd fall and break your bones.

You didn't know if you should curse Dumbledore or actually thank him. Maybe Snape's company would actually cheer you up, or worsen your mood.

"Alohomora..." he muttered, letting you in first with a small nod.

You went further in, sitting down on the couch near the fireplace,and opposite Snape's armchair. It was like a ritual, most of your holidays you spent there. Severus would always make tea for both of you, and sit down by the fireplace. Some days were in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company, and on some days you'd make small talk, or discuss many topics. But it never felt forced.

"Green tea, as always I presume?" he questioned, raising a brow.

"Yes, that would be lovely, thank you."

He nodded, turning the kettle on. You smiled, it was nice to have someone show a little bit interest in your well-being.

"How are the first years?" you asked, staring into the fire, pushing your hands out trying to warm them.

"Horrid. Not one brat knew what I would get if I added root of Asphodel to an infusion of wormwood.." he exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"HA! Easy. Draught of Living Death." you shouted triumphantly.

"Precisely. Well done." he praised, smirking. You looked down, blushing madly. He knew it would lighten your mood a little bit.

"It couldn't be that bad though? I heard Jack got better in potions.."

Severus let out an annoyed sigh. "He just made the potion explode. Instead of cutting the Sopophorus bean while making Felix Felicis , he should've smashed it, brings out the juice more. Damn dunderhead .."

"Oof, well, next time I see him, I'll tutor him a little bit."

Severus handed you the tea, sitting on the armchair, taking a sip of his own one. You handed him the other half of the chocolate bar.

"Don't bother... How are your parents?"

You offered a weak smile. "Good, busy as always, but working for the Ministry is like that, so what can I say."

"How have you been lately, professor?" you questioned, looking into his eyes.

"I've told you many times before, call me Severus." he gave a small smile, making your heart melt instantly. "Good, although the holidays aren't my favourite, I prefer that muggle tradition called Halloween."

"Oh Merlin! Me too! Especially when the elves make pumpkin pasties and delicious cranberry punch." your laugh was like a beautiful melody to the dark-haired man.

"Ah, yes. Though the idea of scaring those isolent brats is just too tempting to pass." he smirked.

He frowned quickly. It threw you off a bit.

"I've noticed your grades getting worse. Minerva approached me before the christmas break. She worries about you, as do the other teachers. And I." he said softly. "You were always a top student. What changed?"

Tears welled up in your eyes for the milionth time. The teachers actually care? Professor McGonagall even came to Severus?

So lost in your thoughts you didn't realise Severus sat beside you, his worried gaze on you.

"I'm sorry.." you managed to whisper, before heavy sobs took over your body.

The cold man instantly took you into his warm embrance, caressing your soft hair, rocking you back and forth. Who would've thought that a man like Severus Snape would ever hug someone and try to make their every problem dissapear, because he cares so deeply. You really wreaked your way into his heart, that actually lied existed, but under many layers of thick walls.

"Shhh. It's alright. We're here, I'll help you as much as I can, and so will others. Don't worry." he promised.

You pushed your head into the crook of his neck, hugging him as tightly as he was you.

"Thank you.."

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #professor snape x reader #professor snape x student reader #snape x reader #snape x student reader #ss x reader #snape x you #fluff #harry potter #minerva mcgonagall #harry potter universe #hogwarts

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obeymeluv · 4 years

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Give Me Noods [Mammon x Reader]

I’m new to the fandom. Just thought of this and couldn’t let it go. It’s SFW.

Border from cutekaomoji.

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Being human means you can’t have some Devildom foods but a witch has the solution! You just need Devil’s Tongue.

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Give Me Noods [Mammon x Reader]

There was a lot to get used to when it came to being a transfer student in the Devildom—classes, people with tails and horns, real magic, stairs…so many fucking stairs—and food was a big one. While explaining almost everything one could hope to learn about the Devildom, they often forgot about the intricacies of their own food. Some food actually tried to eat you back or put up a fight! You were really grateful when mashed potatoes turned out to be just mashed potatoes. A few succubi from your Latin class giggled and cooed over how apprehensive you were, poking at today’s food.

Looked like some sort of meat in a gravy sauce. You were pretty sure that Brussel sprout-looking thing just closed itself though, little baby leaves rustling in defiance. They showed you how to peel away the bitter outer leaves and open it up to reveal a sweet, crunchy center that tasted like Caesar salad. “Weird,” you whispered into your fork, suspicious of how yummy and tender the meat was. The gravy was very flavorful, if not a little salty.

It definitely made up for some of the other things you’d tried so far.

“What’s wrong?” one asked you, looking absolutely smitten. These Devildom people had a thing for humans—apparently you were rare?—and you were still getting used to it. You felt like a class pet.

“Nothing, I just—” you caught a whiff of something spicy and sweet that made your mouth water. It made you perk up a little bit, much to the delight of the succubi. They thought it was funny when you got excited about their boring world. “Do you smell that? It smells good!”

Succubi noses were different than human noses, and your definition of ‘smells good’ was totally different. You were trying to explain how it smelled like the best thing ever, something spicy and savory that demanded to be eaten.

“What needs to be eaten?” you nearly jumped out of your skin, a shock of orange hair coming into view. You were a lot closer to Beelzebub than you thought! He unfolded himself from the lunch table, casually holding a tray full of food as he looked at you.

“The yummy, spicy thing!” you were excited now. Beel could see the stars in your eyes and it made him grin. He finished the burger and moved onto a jerky-wrapped hunk of…something. There were several spicy items in the Devildom—spiced kraken sticks, fire-roasted devil bird, Hell pepper-stuffed pig—but he didn’t recall any of them being served today. Mammon plunked down at the table, his self-declared arrival ignored.

He ripped open a packet of hell sauce and stirred it into the hot noodles. “It smells like--! Mammon, what are you eating?” Mammon nearly choked on the coated noodles when he looked up at the sheer curiosity and hunger shining in your eyes. He grew up with Beel, he knew that look! “These are my noodles!” he grumped, stuffing more into his mouth and turning away sharply. The pointed edge of his teeth glinted in the light, his greedy demon ways shining through.

“I just want to know what it is, I’d like to try it!” you assured him. Mammon eyed you suspiciously, well aware that Beel could wrestle the noodles away from him. Sure he could just tell you, being THE great Mammon and all, but where was the fun in that?

“You got any Grimm on you?” Mammon licked a tiny piece of noodle from the corner of his lip, sizing you up. It was more a joke than anything, but if you wanted to donate out of the kindness of your heart…

One of the succubi at your back hissed and Mammon scoffed in return. Beel gave him a cold, piercing look. Mammon sniffed, turning his nose up at the disapproval. “She lives with us,” Beel reminded.

“And you shouldn’t be rude to house guests, dirty Mammon!” Asmodeus cut in as he sat down, offering for one of the succubi to squeeze in beside him.

“They’re hell-sauce noodles.” Mammon grumbled into the cup.

“Thanks Mammon!” you flashed him a smile he shouldn’t like and didn’t care about because that would be stupid while turning to ask the girls if they had anymore up front. They whisked you away to find them, all too eager to see how the little human reacted.

“You shouldn’t get her hopes up,” Satan shook his head as he picked at his lunch. “Humans can’t eat them. It’ll make them sick.”

“All I did was tell her, and I didn’t even charge her! Not my fault if she can’t eat it!” Mammon shrugged as he went back to scarfing down his noodles. Although there was a twinge of guilt that you would never know the wallet-busting greatness of hell-sauce noodles, Mammon couldn’t feel bad for the package that would end up in the pantry. He just had to get to them before Beel.

His great plan was foiled when he came home to Lucifer, Lord Diavolo, the succubus that’d hissed at him, and an unknown woman standing in the foyer. Then again, his plan was ruined when that withered excuse of a professor gave him a lecture for being on his D.D.D. He was checking his business prospects, thank you very much! Mammon slipped past the group, starting for the kitchen when he overheard something that made him stop entirely.

“So she could eat these if she had Devil’s Tongue.”

“All this for some noodles? I don’t want to kill anyone.” You shook your head with a disappointed sigh. The noise was abruptly swallowed by the raucous laughter of several people. Your human brain would think Devil’s Tongue meant the part itself, but Mammon knew better. That other one must be a witch, then, Mammon’s eyes narrowed behind his yellow sunglasses as a slinked up around the edge of the wall.

“It’s a protective spell,” the witch explained. “Devil’s Tongue would prevent your mouth from being destroyed by the hell-sauce.”

“We shared hell-sauce with some humans once,” the succubus said, “it led to the creation of a lot of your hot sauces but they eventually went mad from the heat.”

“To an obsessive degree,” the witch added grimly. “Some say that’s where hot-tempered people came from.”

“This hell-sauce won’t do that to you, though. It’s been bred down for a couple of centuries.” Beel smiled warmly, a bit of drool threatening to dot the corner of his mouth as the witch waved your pack of noodles around.

“But the heat could make you very sick,” the witch cautioned. “Much worse than your human-world peppers. Those peppers never could accurately capture hell-sauce flavor, but you ended up with a lot of varieties. A small success, I suppose.”

You knew devils made their way into human mythology but never imagined they had anything to do with your food. A food history class would be an interesting elective! You made a mental note to ask Lucifer or Diavolo if they had one to take after you ate these damn noodles. Satan looked like he wanted to add onto the conversation and before he could—bless his nerdy heart—you gently wrestled the pack away from the witch and squeezed it. “I want these noodles. How can I eat them?”

“With the blessing of Devil’s Tongue.” The witch said again, a vague smile playing at her lips. It sharpened and turned smug.

“Meaning?”

“A simple kiss. A blessing of the devil’s tongue.”

Surely a kiss on the lips was acceptable! “That’s it?” just don’t look at any of the hot guys and don’t think about it. It’ll probably only take a second! You’d just barely tilted your chin up, subconsciously bracing yourself as Asmo flew in from who knew where. The blur of wings and perfect hair never caught up to you, Mammon snatching you up in a body-crushing whirl that sent Asmo skidding past you.

“You don’t even like hell-sauce noodles!” Mammon snapped, hugging you to his chest like some kind of doll. You fixed your hair. “The GREAT Mammon has decided to help you, human!” he flashed you a big smile.

“And how are you better than me, Mammon?” Asmo crossed his arms, glaring at his older brother. “This is about a delicate matter, not money. Doesn’t sound like you’re qualified, really.” He smiled cutely but coldly, tossing his hand up in mock casualness despite it clearly being dismissal.

“Because it’s my favorite food!” Mammon replied matter-of-factly. Everyone knew it, too.

“Which should be considered. Their palette will influence how you taste things.” the witch looked much too happy with herself and what was happening.

“So she should really choose Beel or Mammon.” Lucifer crossed his arms, the corner of his mouth turning up at Asmo’s heartbroken face.

“And she’s going to pick me because I’M the best!” Mammon declared proudly, lifting you up to meet his gaze. It would’ve been a really sweet gesture if you were dating (and not in a skirt, sorry Diavolo).

The witch pressed a blue bottle into your hand. “Drink that, then get your dose of Devil’s Tongue.” she turned away to address the spread of papers that Lucifer and Diavolo had on the table. You looked at the vial, turning the ornately carved bottle in your hand as Mammon set you down. He all but dragged you down the hall and behind the safety of the heavy wood doors suited for the marvelous house. The room was thrown into shadows only lit by Mammon’s piercing eyes. Gentle eyes.

He pulled his D.D.D. from his pocket, your faces cast in a mesmerizing and ghoulish blue. You fumbled with the cork and sipped the brew. Sweet with tartness on its heel, the flavor soon became overwhelming to the point where you couldn’t taste anything at all. It felt like it was…neutralizing your mouth. Mammon’s lips stuttered across yours, landing at the side of your nose before sinking down.

Once, twice, three times…

The space around you exploded with heat, your back and hair scraping along the wall as Mammon lifted you up. His arms were unexpectedly and deliciously corded, holding you in place. Holding you up for him. The kiss was very Mammon—clumsy and stumbling but determined, The Avatar of Greed’s confidence growing as he took everything.

A near-inaudible splintering noise registered at the edge of your conscience, second to Mammon’s breathy moan as he pressed into you. You swore you felt claws prick you; you arched into the white-haired devil. Mammon slowed his pace, the kiss turning languid instead of desperate. Purely indulgent, like he had all the time in the world with you. You started pushing on his shoulders, finding it hard to breathe.

Demons probably had bigger lungs or something. You took your hands from wherever they’d been—between your bodies? Around his shoulders?—and started to press against his face when the door rattled with a couple of knocks only Lucifer was capable of. Mammon’s lips dragged off of yours, seemingly reluctantly, when the door burst open. He put his arm above your head, casual as ever, and you wondered if it was to keep the light out of your face.

Mammon squinted against it, looking almost as dazed as you. Your eyes were still adjusting to the sudden change but you didn’t need much time to see him still staring at your lips. He set you down, letting the witch steal you from under his arm. The second-eldest fixed his sunglasses as he stepped out into the lit hallway, ignoring Lucifer (and the heat he felt creeping up his neck and ears). His horns retreated into the skin of his forehead, hair shifting to cover them as his wings folded with a leathery whisper.

Had you even noticed? Damn, he was stupid to get carried away like that! Did he regret it though? Mammon hardly regretted anything and wasn’t sure if this counted. Oh well, at least he could throw it down when any of his brothers annoyed him.

Blue sparks danced on your tongue, the inside of your mouth a pale blue.

“It worked,” she cupped your chin and patted your cheek like an old lady. It made you wonder how old she really was. “You’ve got twenty-four hours to eat whatever you want!”

Mammon took your hand and darted off to the kitchen, keen on avoiding as many of his brothers as possible. It would just eat up your time, he’d argue. He’d rather not hear Asmo whine, anyways. So there you sat in the House of Lamentation’s kitchen, Mammon’s secret stash of hell-sauce noodles piled between you. He showed you how to cook them and helped himself to a cup.

They were divine! Similar to a lot of human foods but with some kind of otherworldly decadence. Something that put the noodles above all else. And this was cheap for Devildom standards! You wondered if their high-end food had the same effect. Was it something only devil’s could taste? Why did Beel have such a craving for human food when stuff tasted THIS good?

Maybe everything they ate had hidden flavors or something. You literally had to have magic to eat this! Mammon laughed to the point of choking as you continued to stuff your cheeks and scarf the noodles down. It was so good! You could just eat and eat and…wait…when you kissed Mammon did you get some of his greediness?

This WAS his favorite food, after all. You just had to have one more bite. One more bite, one more bite, one more bite! your brain chanted and your taste buds begged the same. It got to a point where you could eat no more, too full to move and too full to regret anything. The great Mammon felt bad for your overindulgence and offered his knee to put your head on instead of the stone floor.

He found it strangely heartwarming that you could look so miserable and adorable at the same time. “You gonna make it, human?” he scraped the bowl for the last noodle, mouthed the sauce off the end of the chopstick, and poked you in the cheek.

“Yeah,” you nodded your head, holding your stomach. “Just full. Very full.”

You felt like you’d eaten enough for the next day. Long enough for the spell to wear off, at least. Mammon seemed to have the same thought, an amused and almost teasing grin on his face as he looked down at you. He held your head as he unfolded his legs, turned around, and laid down beside you. “You just let the great Mammon know when you want to do this again,” he tucked his arms under his head and adjusted his shoulders, “I’ll make time for you.”

#Obey Me!#Obey Me x Reader #Obey Me Mammon #Mammon x Reader #Obey Me! x reader

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minghaocouture · 4 years

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Wednesday, again?

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun X Reader Genre: Comedy, Light Fluff, Soulmate AU Waring: Suggestive themes, drinking, mentions of one night stands WC: 2k+ Tag List: @princessthotty @tleeee @samemagicpoint

Prompt: If you haven’t met your soulmate but have been in the same vicinity of each other (like passing each other on a street or in the same building), that day will keep repeating until you find each other.

A/N: ngl i had a lot of fun writing this, i usually don’t write suggestive stuff so i’m sorry if that part seems a bit brushed over lol. I hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Growing up, you were a big fan of soulmates. After all, your parents were soulmates and so were their parents, it was a magical thing to think about. That there was one person out there who was just...meant for you!

But as you grew, you never found your connection. Some people had timers, others had strings, some had words, but you had nothing. Nothing to point you in the direction of your intended. It was disheartening.

You did your best to stay optimistic, after all some people didn’t get their soulmark until they were 18 or even 20, but you could always feel that lingering fear in the back of your mind.

Now here you were, in your mid twenties and in college, yet not sign of a soulmate or any kind of soulmark. At least until now.

“I swear to God if I have to sit through this lecture one more time I will legit fight someone.” You muttered, clinging onto your best friend, Handong, as she dragged you inside the classroom, laughing as she did. Obviously she wasn’t nearly as irritated as you.

After all this was going to be her first time dealing with this lecture, meanwhile you were on your...twelfth replay?

Sure twelve didn’t seem like much when it was just a lecture but this was the twelfth time you had experienced this day, down to the smallest detail...everything was the same. Almost two weeks of nothing really changing was starting to drive you crazy. At first, you would explain what was happening to Handong, telling her everyday that you were repeating everything. The two of you had eventually figured out that it was your soulmark, and so you set out to find whoever your soulmate might be in hopes of ending the loop. After a week with no results, you stopped telling her about your situation.

So now here you were, sitting in your lecture hall...getting ready to listen to your professor drone on and on about history. You had to admit that Professor Byun was hot and funny, but not one was hot or funny enough to make you okay with this.

Taking your usual seat, you dropped your head onto your desk fully prepared to sleep your way through this lecture. That was the best thing about being stuck in the same day, the trouble you got into only lasted for that day. Everything would reset again tomorrow.

“Are you going to Jooheon’s party tomorrow? I heard that DJ H.One is gonna make an appearance!”

Of course, you unfortunately already knew this. You’d tried going to the party a few times during your repeats, but nothing ever came of it. Okay that’s a lie, you got to make out with the hot DJ, so there was that, but nothing soulmate wise happened.

“ ‘m not going.” Your voice muffled as you refused to remove your head from the table to look at her. You could practically feel her pouting as she stared at your slumped over frame.

“Well, now you’re not getting a choice. I’ll drag you there if I have to!” She declared. You heard rustling as she pulled out her supplies, getting ready to take notes for the day. “I really don’t get what’s up with you today. You were fine yesterday, did you just sleep wrong or something?”

“Today, yesterday, tomorrow. All the same thing.”

Before she could question you, the door slammed shut, signalling the entrance of Professor Byun and the start of your lecture for the day.

***

“I can not believe you actually dragged me here.” You groaned, downing a shot of alcohol and fixing your best friend with a pointed glare. Once again, nothing had changed here. The guests were the exact same ones you had seen every other time you had come to this obscenely crowded party.

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer. If it had been any other day you probably would have freaked out, but this hadn’t changed either, so you didn’t even flinch at the unknown arm around you.

“Please get your arm off me, Minhyuk.” You muttered, eyes not bothering to turn to face the male to your side, not even as you heard Handong greet him as well.

Minhyuk was a good guy, sometimes a little loud but overall a good guy. You had a few classes with him back in high school and just so happened to enroll in the same college, so he was probably the closest you had to a childhood friend.

And he was obviously already very drunk.

He leaned further towards you, causing you to stumble a bit because of his weight, before he began going into the same whining spiel he went into every time you were dragged to this party. Handong’s attention was always enough to satisfy him, so you just tuned him out and continued to watch the rest of the room. Debating on if you were gonna try and make out with the DJ again, he was a good kisser at least.

Glancing across the room towards the small set up that this dude, you think his name was actually Hyungwon, was chatting it up with a dude you didn’t quite recognize. Which was...strange, at this point you didn’t think that was possible since everything would play out the same everyday and...nothing had changed today. Except for this guy that was now talking to the cute DJ.

Shaking Minhyuk’s arm off of your shoulders and ignoring his whines of protest as you left, making a beeline for the other side of the room. The new guy didn’t really look like he was here for a party, what with his rather soft looking sweater and fluffy brown hair.

Once you got close enough, Hyungwon fixed you with a rather bored look.

“I don’t take-”

“Requests, yeah I know.” Cutting him off, you focused your attention on the new guy. Upon closer inspection he was pretty short, especially compared to Hyungwon who was basically a walking string bean. You couldn’t lie, he was definitely handsome though.

“Who are you?” It was probably a rude way of asking but, this dude wouldn’t remember this tomorrow...well today, once tomorrow was today again. Once that happened, how you spoke today wouldn’t matter.

The male stared at you, looking almost baffled as he did so and you noticed light bags under his eyes, a sign that this guy probably wasn’t sleeping properly. Sucks that he was stuck like this, at least he was unaware that he was trapped in this annoyingly never ending time loop because of you and your stupid soulmate. After a second or so the male turned his head to check and see if there was anyone behind him that you could have possibly been talking to, the look of utter confusion still on his face.

“Are you talking to me?” He questioned once his gaze returned to you. You noticed that he was now adjusting so that he stood a bit taller, probably attempting to seem more intimidating as he stared you down.

“Yeah, i already met that one,” pointing your thumb towards Hyungwon, who wasn’t really paying attention to either of you anymore. “You’re new though.”

“Say you, this is my house. So I’m pretty sure you would be considered the new one here.” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. You weren’t too sure, but it almost felt like he was sizing you up. You had to stop yourself from snorting in laughter at the almost incredulous look on his face.

“Well I’ve never seen you before, sooo you’re new.”

“He’s a homebody who hides in his room during parties.” The two of you glanced over at Hyungwon, who had decided to speak up once again. The shorter male let out a gasp of indignation, and almost looked like he was about to stomp his foot. “Now can you two take your flirting away from my set up? You’re killing my vibe.”

Now that hand you bursting at the seams, holding your stomach as the other male yelled at Hyungwon, something about respecting his elders and such. Hyungwon seemed pretty unbothered by it and just grinned a bit, making a shooing motion with his hands before he returned his attention to his set up.

“You heard the man, let’s go hamster boy.” You reached over and grabbed his forearm and began dragging the male towards the kitchen, where you might be able to talk to him in private.

“H-Hamster?!”

“Yeah your cheeks puffed up like one when you got angry. It was cute.”

Since you weren’t facing him, you couldn’t see his reaction to your statement but you definitely heard the loud exclamation of denial from him. This prompted another round of laughter from you.

Entering the kitchen, you released his arm and grabbed one of the still sealed bottles of liquor (better safe than roofied) and poured a glass for the two of you, introducing yourself as you handed him the cup.

“Kihyun.” he returned the introduction as he took the glass, giving it almost a dirty look before he took a long swig of it.

That’s how it all started. Turns out the two of you...well were complete opposites, but despite this you actually hit it off pretty well. He was just easy to talk to, even when he was nagging you to get off the counter when you had decided to take a seat there.

As the drinks ran, the night blurred, but you didn’t care. You would wake up tomorrow, sober and lacking a hangover, in your own bed. Just like you had been doing for the past two weeks. This thought was probably why you found yourself making out with the man, his lips plush and malleable against your own and the noises he made were sinfully delicious.

***

A loud scream.

That was what woke you up today, not your usual class alarm...but a human scream. You winced, head throbbing as you tried to figure out what exactly was going on. Things hadn’t changed since these loops started, so why would they switch up now?...Unless.

Your eyes snapped open and you forced yourself to sit up, which was a bad idea as you felt a wave of nausea hit you. Glancing around, you noticed that this was...definitely not your room. Needless to say, you were confused.

As you looked around you found the source of the loud scream was none other than Kihyun, basically naked. If you were more awake you would probably be freaking out just as he currently was, but you were exhausted and your head was pounding.

“What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers as he stared at you. The noise level causes you to wince, clutching your head at the hangover.

“Well...that’s what I’m trying to figure out.” You retorted, looking around a bit and trying to find your phone as you ignored the babbling from Kihyun. Thankfully it was on the dresser next to you, checking the time you saw it was around noon and you were definitely late for your class, but what really hit you was the date.

“It’s...thursday? Wait, but it’s supposed to still be Wednesday,” You muttered, more to yourself than to Kihyun.

“Excuse me??” Glancing back over at Kihyun, you were surprised by the sudden change of attitude but you were definitely grateful for the softer tone of voice. “It can’t be thursday, it’s been wednesday for almost two weeks now!”

Now it was your turn to be baffled, well more than you already were.

“You know that it was wednesday for two weeks?!”

“Yes! It was hell having to deal with that stupid party for this long!” Your heart practically stopped at those words, things connecting as best as they could in your current state.

“Did...Did I have a drunken one night stand with my fucking soulmate?”

If there was a list, for the worst ways to find out your soulmate. Then this moment would definitely be at the top of that list.

***

“That is actually disgusting. I can’t believe you two are my parents.” You laughed as your daughter fake gagged at your words.

“Hey don’t complain, I didn’t tell you all the details like I did with your Auntie Handong. I spared you because you’re my kid. Remember that,” You joked, wrapping your arm around the young girl’s shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. Kihyun laughing from his spot on the couch as he watched the two of you, calling across the room.

“Now hurry and go get dressed. Your timer is almost out, and you wanna make a better first impression than they did.”

“You are never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Nope, never.”

#Monsta x x reader #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #mx x reader #mx imagines #mx scenarios #Yoo kihyun x reader #yoo kihyun imagines #yoo kihyun scenario #kihyun x reader #kihyun imagines #kihyun scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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the-dimitrescu-seamstress · 3 years

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Magda

— basics. ( stolen from @thebeladimitrescu )

➳ is your muse tall / short / average ?

She’s 5’9”, which usually would be considered maybe at least average, but due to where she’s living, she’s likely the shortest resident of Castle Dimitrescu.

➳ are they okay with their height ?

Oh absolutely. She doesn’t have to duck when going through doorways.

➳ what’s their hair like ?

It’s straight, hangs past her shoulder blades, and is a dark enough brown that it could be considered black until you put it under a proper light and show the warm red-brown undertones.

➳ do they spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming ?

The hair is washed and dried regularly, and is usually pulled up and out of the way when she’s working…. which is most of the time. Hair hanging down gets in the way of so many things.

➳ does your muse care about their appearance / what others think ?

Yes. It is very important to look your best, especially when standing in front of the Countess.

— preferences.

➳ indoors or outdoors ? Outdoors

➳ rain or sunshine ? Sunshine

➳ forest or beach ? Forest

➳ precious metals or gems ? Gems

➳ flowers or perfumes ? perfumes

➳ personality or appearance ? Personality and then appearance

➳ being alone or being in a crowd ? Neither.

➳ order or anarchy ? Order

➳ painful truths or white lies ? The truth is always better than lies

➳ science or magic ? Both

➳ peace or conflict ? Peace

➳ night or day ? It depends on the time of year. Night during the colder months, and days during the warmer ones.

➳ dusk or dawn ? Dusk

➳ warmth or cold ? Warmth, always warmth

➳ many acquaintances or a few close friends ? I would prefer sincere friends.

➳ reading or playing a game ? Usually reading

— questionnaire.

➳ what are some of your muse’s bad habits ?

She is terribly stubborn. If she says she’ll get something, she will. Even if it nearly kills her, she’ll get a project done. The last time she did that was when she had to pull an all-nighter in order to finish a garment. The half hour nap she took upon completion was thoroughly enjoyed.

She can be very frank and straightforward, if the situation calls for it. Thankfully, she knows how to word things so that they don’t hurt so much or seem so blunt. But, if she loses her temper, all that delicateness and careful treading goes flying out the window.

Because she can get so busy with work, she can forget to eat. It just happens. She sits down at 10 am and before she knows it, it’s 8 pm and she just now thinks of food.

➳ has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ?

Her grandparents died when she was young, which affected her quite a bit, because she loved them dearly. So while she has wonderful memories of them, they of course stopped at the age of six or seven. She doesn’t want to lose those memories or have them tarnished over time. Yes, she does still have a family, albeit a small one, but there was a falling out shortly after her employment with the Countess started… probably for obvious reasons.

➳ what are some fond memories your muse has ?

Her first kiss - The relationship didn’t work out, but the kiss she shared with the boy when she was nineteen (yes, she was somewhat a late bloomer when it came to romance) was sweet and gentle and chaste. She was sitting on his lap, talking about nothing in particular. They looked in each other’s eyes and it just happened. Then it happened again and again and again. Each time was sweet and wonderful and delicious. Up until that time, she didn’t know you could lose yourself in a kiss.

The first time stepping into a proper fabric warehouse - Rows upon rows and shelves upon shelves of colors, textures, weights, and varieties. She had visited it while at school and the shock of seeing all of the rolls and bolts of fabric was overwhelming. The people working there said the inventory was small and limited, but to her it was the equivalence of Dorothy stepping out of the sepia toned world of Kansas and into the technicolor world of Oz. She could have lost herself for hours in this place, walking the rows and letting her fingertips run over each textile as she passed them. It still brings a smile to her lips when she thinks about it.

➳ is it easy for your muse to kill ?

She has never killed before, but there’s always a first time for everything. If push comes to shove, then yes, absolutely. If you’ve ever handled proper dressmaking shears, you know how sharp they can be.

➳ what’s it like when your muse breaks down ?

When it hits her, it hits her hard. She gets frustrated and verbally berates herself, calling herself stupid or worthless, essentially opening many an old emotional wound. It can lead to anger, but mostly she just has to say ‘fuck it’, put down her work, and walk away while feeling miserable and unproductive for the rest of the day. She needs to get her mind off of these things, usually sleep is the best solution.

➳ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ?

Yes. After all, look where she’s living. She trusts the inhabitants of the castle.

➳ what’s your muse like when they’re in love ?

Devotion? Incredibly helpful and protective of the person. Gives them little gifts if the love is being returned. She’s never been in love much, at least not in a mutual sense, so she’s unsure how the back and forth between lovers usually goes.

She’s pined and had crushes where she’s watched from afar, or had glances lingers a second or two longer than they normally should, but her love life has basically been nonproductive at best and shit at worst. It basically boils down to a quiet admiration from afar. I, the mun, have no idea how she’d react now if the love is returned. Her brain might not compute the whole ‘wait, you love me back?’ thing.

However, one thing is sure, she would never do anything physical untoward or inappropriate during a fitting. She is a professional first and foremost. She has a reputation to uphold and the respect of the clients to be maintained.

#ooc #questionnaire #about the seamstress #(she might be a bit of a mess)#(headdesk)#(mun not man)#(damn autocorrect)

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Soulbonds and Fairy Dust (Rewrite)

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust (rewrite) CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 7/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in. Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: This is a rewrite of the original work of the same name. Also on AO3 here

While Loki and Frigga were talking, the team had been asking Sigyn questions, mostly asking about things she’d already told Loki. However, she’d gotten tired and annoyed after one too many snarky remarks from Stark and even more tired of being talked over. “Hey! Listen to the fae when you ask her questions!” she snarled at him, beyond annoyed with him and wondering if defenestration was a valid option.

Stark stared at her for a moment before he burst into laughter, nearly falling out of his chair he was laughing so hard. “Whatever you say, Navi,” he teased.

She sighed heavily and glared at him. “Of course I get nicknamed after the most annoying fairy in history…” Navi from the Zelda game was an annoying fairy.

Loki blinked a couple of times, pulling himself out of his daze. He looked concerned at her glare. “What?” He asked dumbly, trying to catch back up on what he’d missed while he’d been talking to his mother.

“Nope, you said the line. You’re officially Navi!” Stark replied gleefully, grinning at Sigyn and ignoring Loki. Of course he was stupid excited to have a stupid nickname for her.

She huffed in reply. “Stupid shellhead,” she growled in his direction. Loki chuckled at her name for Stark, a small smile forming on his face and she gave him a conspiratorial smile at his chuckle.

The team told stories for the rest of the meal, giving Sig a break from answering questions. Though at the end of dinner, before the dessert was brought out to appease the Loki, Nat turned to Sigyn and addressed her again. “I’m taking you shopping tomorrow,” she told Sigyn firmly, though her voice remained kind. “You need clothes and Stark’s buying, so no complaints,” she added, leaving no room for arguments in her tone.

Loki raised an eyebrow at that and turned to Sigyn. /Do she wish for me to accompany she? I know you don’t feel very comfortable around many people/

/It’ll be ok/ she reassured him quickly. She knew she needed Midgardians clothes. And she knew men on every realm hated shopping, especially for clothes and she didn’t imagine Loki, even her genderfluid Loki, would be any exception. /Nat’s nice enough/

Loki nodded, accepting her decision. /If you need anything, you only have to call for me. I will be there/ he promised.

Sigyn made a mental not that she was going to have to teach him about making promises in her presence, but that was a lesson for another day. /That’s appreciated/ she replied warmly. She had a thing about names, but there was also the thing about directly thanking someone. Fae habits had been ingrained in her from her centuries with them.

The entire group was distracted when Clint brought over the giant chocolate cake he’d made to go with dinner and he gave Loki a tentative smile. It seemed he may have been blatantly bribing Loki to like him by giving Loki desserts. It was an effective strategy. Loki’s eyes lit up in absolute delight.

Sigyn’s eyes lit up too. “That looks delicious,” she oohed over it. Nat cut the cake into slices and made sure Loki got the biggest one. She shared a conspiratorial smile with him and was clearly also not above bribing the god with food to be friends as well. Apparently it was a strategy everyone on the team used.

“Navi, you up to showing us what you can do?” Stark asked Sigyn once she had all devoured her cake.

She glared at him down the table. This group somehow was already feeling like a dysfunctional family. “I'm not Navi,” she grumbled.

Loki glared at Stark too. “She is not a test subject for you, Stark,”

“Why don’t we let her get settled in before we start assessing her skills for the team?” Cap suggested placatingly. It seemed he was the peacekeeper of the group. As well as being team mom.

“How about movie night?” Nat suggested kindly instead. It was clear the group wanted to get to know Sig, but equally clear that Sigyn had had enough of people and being social by that point. Loki was too.

“Maybe another night,” she said softly, tired of dealing with so many people bothering her for information. The second the dishes were cleared, she left to head back to her room and solitude. She changed into pajamas and unpacked her things before she got bored and decided to explore the tower and get to know her new home. She hoped things were quieter by that point.

Loki was in his room, enjoying his own solitude and privacy and he heard her bedroom door open and close, since he lived across the hall from her. /Where are you off to, little fae?/

She stiffened a little at being spied on, tension running through her as she fought not to draw her blades. /Checking out my new home/ she replied curtly, defensively. She wasn’t supposed to be a prisoner in the tower. They shouldn’t have sicced Loki on her as a babysitter.

Loki felt the tension in the link. /Don’t fret, I’m not spying on you. I just heard you door open and was curious. Do you wish for company?/ his tone was kind and caring, not spying.

She followed the link to the door across the hall and padded silently on bare feet. Loki hadn’t told she he was across the hall from her, but someone she wasn’t surprised. That did explain Stark’s behavior when he told Loki where she’d be living. She cracked his bedroom door open with only a tap of a knock as warning. “Only if you want company. You like your solitude, right?” she asked softly from the doorway. She’d also been working on unlocking her memories before she went wandering and remembered a bit more about him.

He gave her a bright warm smile. “I do, but she are the exception to that rule, old friend,”

She gave him a warm smile in return. “I know it’s probably a lot to ask, but is there anything actually worth reading in this place?” These people all seemed like the active Thor-types who wouldn’t know a good book if they were hit in the head with it.

“I’m actually not sure. I haven’t taken the time to look, since I brought my own reading material,” he paused and summoned a book, offering it to her. She took the invitation and entered his room properly to take the book from him. “This is one of my favorites. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve read it,” he told her warmly.

She took the book from him and couldn’t help the bright smile that bloomed on her face. “Hiccup! I haven’t seen a copy of this in-” she trailed off, settling comfortably next to him on his bed and diving straight into the rune-written tale, revisiting characters she hadn’t read about in centuries. His smile widened at her familiar behavior and he returned to the book he’d been reading himself.

It was hours and hours later when she finally broke her gaze from the book and realized it was the early hours of the morning. “Odin’s beard! Sorry! I shouldn’t have infringed on you solitude so long. You should’ve kicked me out hours ago. I blame the book!” she told him nearly frantically at the impropriety of her actions. She scrambled off of his bed to go find her own and let him get some sleep.

He chuckled. “Believe me, Sigyn. I very much enjoy you company,” he told her warmly.

She gave him a bright smile in return. “And I yours, Loki. However, the hour is late and I should find my own bed,”

Loki nodded and stood as well to open the door for her and see her out safely. “Goodnight, little fae,” he told her warmly with a kind smile. she returned the smile, cradling the book to her chest. She weren’t giving the book back until she finished reading it.

“Goodnight, prince,” she replied before she left his room.

Nat woke her early to take her shopping and it was a whirlwind of an adventure, but by the time they returned to the tower, they’d become friends and Sig had an entire new wardrobe. Nat made her change out of her grungy old clothes into something new before they returned. Nat had caught both of the Asgardian’s interest in the fae and had a feeling they’d appreciate her being dressed in flattering clothes for once. So she were wearing an adorable purple sweater dress, black leggings, and boots when she reentered the common room just after lunch.

Thor jumped to his feet when she entered the common room and smiled appreciatively at her wearing something flattering instead of baggy second hand clothes. He took her hand to bow over it and kiss her knuckles, the actions of a polite gentlemanly prince and something she’d more expect his brother to do. Which is when she realized he was teasing Loki by doing it before his brother could. “You look lovely, Lady Sigyn,” he told her warmly. She saw love in his eyes, but recognized it for the brotherly love that it was.

Loki glared at Thor before unfolding himself from his couch and joining the pair, maneuvering Thor aside gracefully. Thor stepped aside with a smirk, enjoying teasing his brother.

Loki took Sig’s bare hand in his and bowed elegantly over it, placing his cool lips against her knuckles. “Resplendent, lady fae, as always,” he told her in a seductive purr.

The second Loki took her hand in his, the first time their bare skin actually touched, a flare of magic passed between them, etching lines of power in beautiful swirls from the backs of their hands left hands up their arms to their elbows. Purple on his arm and green on hers.

A soulbond etched in power on their skin for all to see.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #soulbonds and fairy dust #rewrite #chapter 7 #nekoamamori

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fandomrecycling · 3 years

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Pax and her Potions: Prt 3/3

Part 1 & Part 2 @anxiousworm @vlanderzine yeet this is kinda long and I don’t regret it

Pax clung to the unburnt material of her cloak and tried her best to mute her crying. The pain hadn’t dulled and the smell was festering in the tight space she was buried under. Pushing herself up as much as she could, she listened for the whining-wail of the ghast that nearly blew her up.

Digging herself out with shaking hands, she coughed and spat out a mix of spit and coagulated ashes. Gingerly probing her back as she walked, Pax traced the edges of her burn. It was big, about the size of both her hands, spreading the width of her right shoulder blade. She did her best to hide the injury and make it look like there wasn’t a charred hole in her clothes.

Climbing back up the netherrack mountains and avoiding the piglin patrols ached. The sudden awareness of time also started chewing away at her.

Space in the Nether was a screwy concept Pax had only the barest idea of how it worked. Time was another factor entirely. She berated herself all the while as she backtracked to her tunnel, silently regretting ever choosing to jump into this hell as literally as possible.

Shuffling her hands around her midsection, her fingers bumped into the nether wart. Her train of self-loathing paused for a moment as she rubbed against the smooth texture of the forgien plant. Out of impulse, Pax tore off a bit and popped it into her mouth.

The flavour was surprisingly not terrible. It was some mix of sour-spicy and juicer than she expected from a plant that grew around lava pits and fire monsters. Even the aftertaste was tolerable. Pax wasn’t sure if that meant she was weird, or something else.

Finally coming upon her tunnel, she began her climb down and was filled with relief at the thought of being able to go to bed. Then, after hearing the sound of pickaxes beneath her, another moment of self realization hit her.

She’d thought of a way through the portal, but she hadn’t considered a way out. Thinking harder about it, the guards would be stationed by the portal and she didn’t know their shifts. So if she did go through, there’d be no easy way to escape.

“Fuck,” She hissed. She wanted to scream so badly, the urge clogged her throat.

Pax beat her frustration into the ground, punching and crumbling the sandy red stone under her fist. More bruises would form and some small, logical part of her said getting more injuries wouldn’t help. She ignored it until she worried that a knuckle would split.

Dropping her head between her legs, she sat at the mouth of her makeshift tunnel and tried to consider her options. Staying in the Nether was not viable and going home would mean facing her parents and whatever reaction they’d have to her. Pax laughed to herself, pushing up her sweaty hair and started to climb back down the tunnel.

The other miners in the main tunnel didn’t notice her - she pulled up her hood to keep them from recognizing her too - and most were solely focused on mining the quartz used to build the redstone components the engineers relied so heavily on.

That sparked the inkling of an idea. As Pax made her way back to the portal, she found a small vein and chipped away at some small fragments. Her pockets were stuffed to the brim but she managed to make room.

Shuffling down to the hub, a steady stream of workers and guards made their way through from the overworld portal. Most didn’t look too dissimilar from her, with ashy pants and faces from their time in this dimension. She kept her pickaxe hanging by her side to try and look like one of them as she shuffled through the crowd.

The sunlight was harsher than she expected on her eyes. Bringing up one hand to block her face, Pax realized with a startling fear that the sun was up.

“Hey, you there!” One of the guards called out. “Don’t move!”

Pax didn’t - running would’ve been futile - but still flinched when they turned to look at her face.

“Have you seen - Miss Valora?” He startled. “You - you’re here? Your parents are worried sick, come, I’ll call for an escort to your residence.”

“Sure.”

The march back felt more like a funeral procession to the wannabe alchemist. People pointed at her as she walked, Pax could imagine all the terrible rumors that would spill from this incident. No doubt her parents reputation would drop and any she had left would crumble to dust.

Cynicism drenched her mind as they came upon the street her house was built on. It wasn’t as if she cared what people thought of her and it wasn’t like they cared about her. Pax made a bet with herself on whether or not she’d be yelled at for leaving her room or causing a disturbance first.

“Miss Valora! Where were you! We had the entire city searching for you, this sort of teenage rebellion is idiotic. You’ve made yourself look like a fool!”

Flinching at the sound of her mother crying out, Pax shuffled into the doorway and kept at arm's length from both parents.

“Couldn’t find the materials for the farm. So I just went out and got ‘em.” She lied.

“Well why didn’t you just go into the markets? Why did you have to go into the Nether! You aren’t allowed to be by yourself in such a dangerous place at all!”

Pax rolled her eyes. “I probably shouldn’t be up till sunrise working on machines that aren’t broken, but we don’t always get what we want.”

“That was for you to learn! We both explained everything and you didn’t listen. Do you want us to yell at you?”

“Sure,” Pax forced her voice neutral. Her lip still twitched, “I’m gonna go change.”

She didn’t run up the stairs, but she could tell her parents were still behind her and intending on lecturing her. Pulling the door open and hastily throwing it shut, she frantically searched her room for something to barricade her door. A flash of impulse told her to just jump out the window and make a break for it.

Finally, when she heard her parents' footsteps pause by her bedroom and finally descend down the stairs, Pax collapsed to her knees and tore off her burned clothes.

“Didn’t even realize it,” she laughed with bitter satisfaction, “you didn’t even fucking notice. And they call me the idiot.”

Grabbing a spare water bottle to try and wash down the ashy taste in her mouth, Pax grabbed a small pair of shears and began cutting away the ruined cloak to make bandages. She cleaned off the wound as long as she could tolerate and finished wrapping her back.

Sorting through the resources she gathered, she tossed aside the quartz and dumped all of her new ingredients onto her desk.

The orange-slime thing the piglin gave her looked exciting, so Pax began with that. Under the morning light, she ran through all the steps of preparing the brewing stand before finally adding the nether wart. Watching it filter into the water filled her with the same mix of dread and glee exploring the Nether gave her.

Once it was finally gone, Pax was surprised to see that the water didn’t look that changed. There was a very, very slight, opaqueness to the liquid and the sense that something was different. Pax decided to trust her intuition.

Gathering a clump of the orange slime, the amature alchemist sucked in a breath and poured it into the brewing stand.

“Please work, please, please, please work for me just this once,” She begged, “don’t let this be a waste.”

It felt like hours were ticking by as she watched the water bubble in the glass bottles. Her fingers picked at her arms, nearly breaking skin from anxiety that crawled across her body.

She hardly believed it when the water turned a shimmering, rich amber.

“No way,” Pax’s eyes lit up.

Gingerly, she pulled the glass bottle free. The liquid was glowing, there was no mistaking it. Clapping one hand over her mouth, Pax could feel more tears running down her cheeks. Happy hiccuping noises filled her throat and she had to stop herself from dancing around her bedroom.

She didn’t even hesitate to swallow the entire contents. The spice was unexpected and the flavor burned deliciously down her throat. Pax relished in the sudden pulse of warmth through her body and the tingle of magic running through her veins. There was an effect, now it was just a matter of figuring out what.

That could come later, she jotted down that combination in her notebook and switched in a new bottle.

Pax blended together all the ingredients she could find; golden carrots, leaves, redstone, sugar, gold nuggets, anything and everything she could find stashed away in her room.

The orange potion, she realized, was a form of fire immunity when she ran into a torch and it didn’t leave a burn. The silvery-blue mix left her feeling hyper and charged with energy. When she mixed up her ingredients with extra blaze powder for the brewing stand, the mix left her feeling like she could fist fight a zombie horde and win. The one she accidentally dropped a golden carrot into cleared her vision and allowed her to see perfectly in the dim evening light.

It was only when Pax had ran out of clean bottles and all but the night vision had worn off did she relax against her bed.

“I actually did it,” she said to herself, “I actually did it. This worked, I did this. I did this.”

An immense feeling of pride rose in her. Then, after a pause, anger.

“Call me stupid now,” Pax scoffed.

She broke out into laughter bordering on hysterics. Her vision was sharpened beyond any normal senses, her thin muscles ripped with adrenaline and her entire body was immune to fire. No machine could accomplish this, no set of redstone and repeaters could grant this kind of power.

This was a lost innovation she’d rediscovered all on her own. Pax wondered what her parents would say about it.

Pax considered it. She’d done research, kept notes, and did all the things engineers did. Just with magic instead of redstone. And there could be practical uses for this; keeping miners in the Nether safe, helping people working in the low light mob farms, all manner of things.

The idea of being able to help others, combined with the hope of making her parents proud made for a compelling argument. But just to be safe, Pax hid away her brewing stand ard her notes, taking one of her fire resistance potions down with her as proof.

She’d ignored the call to dinner, but now she climbed down the stairs with her heart pounding against her chest. The table was silent, but the sounds of utensils on plates paused when she came down.

“So, there’s something I’ve been working on.” Pax muttered.

“I couldn’t hear that,” Her mother snipped.

“Speak up,” Her father ordered, “you know you shouldn’t mumble.”

Breathing out, she nodded, “I was working on a project in my free time. I finally had a breakthrough… and… I dunno, I thought you would want to know.”

Her hands were shaking as she pulled out the bottle and set it on the table. Both her parents stared at it, expressions unreadable.

“I-it’s a fire resistance potion. Like the ones from the stories, but it works I swear,” She started to ramble, “I took one and I fell into a torch but it didn’t burn me and I think if you fell in lava like in the cobblestone generators it’d be helpful to those working in them and prevent injuries and - “

Her mother pushed herself out of her chair and glared down at her, “This is what you’ve been doing? Is this why you tried to sneak out last night?”

“Y-yes but I promise it’ll be important. I can make more and I can - “

“This is what you’ve been wasting your time on?”

Glass shattered as Pax watched the bottle shatter across the floor.

“You idiot! You have so many opportunities and you’re wasting all of them! Me and your father have given you every chance to learn and you refuse every time! It’s like you want us to be mad at you, is that it?”

“It’s not!” Pax sobbed, “I don’t want this! I don’t want you to be mad at me! Do you seriously think I want this?”

“Then why don’t you listen to your mother?” Her father added, arms crossed with vague disappointment.

“I do! I swear I was really trying. I wasn’t being lazy!”

“Then why aren’t you better? If you really want to be better, then why aren’t you working to be better?” Her mother yelled back.

“Well maybe I’m just a fucking idiot then!”

Pax sprinted back up to her room. This time, she shoved her entire bed against the door. Eyes blurry, she ran to grab all her belongings and stuffed them into a bag and her pockets. Outside, it began to rain.

The wall she’d broken the night before was still loose.

She threw herself into the branches of the nearby tree, then downed one of her swiftness potions and made a break for the gates.

Guards stationed by the entrance noticed her approach. Pax barreled past then, throwing off their arms as she pushed towards the wilderness. Her vision was still saturated, and along with her tears, it gave everything she saw a blurry, dream like quality.

She couldn’t remember how long she ran for. When her legs finally started to cramp and the cold started seeping through her clothes.

Gasping for air and whipping her dripping nose, Pax looked up to her surroundings. Through the trees, she could see stars in the deep navy sky. Her vision flickered and everything went dark for a perilous moment.

She was cold, terrified and exhausted. The alchemist robotically ordered herself to find shelter and she started wandering deeper into the woods.

There wasn’t much that looked like shelter. But ‘shelter’ to Pax always looked like four walls and a roof. Before her potion effects faded, she spotted an entrance to a small tunnel and the faint light of a torch.

She nearly slipped on the stone as she made her way down. Oddly, Pax noticed that the torch was made from redstone. Shrugging off her wet cloak, she couldn’t find the energy to care about that anomaly.

Resting her shoulder against the perfectly smooth - were they supposed to be smooth? - walls of the cave, Pax rolled one of her potions between her fingers and listened to the patter of rain.

#minecraft #minecraft oc #mcoc trio #man I got invested in this #pax honey you don’t deserve this at all

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Falling in Temptation

Previous chapters • Sequel to Stars Dance

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 11th Doctor/ Female OC

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Ch. 11: A Different Wire

Chapter summary: The Doctor charges on to find Amy and her baby. He's taken every precaution possible to keep everyone else safe, including putting Avalon into a lockdown. He's determined to keep his word to Rory and keep Avalon safe but when the battle seems to be over on Demons Run, they learn that the Silence has not only been watching Amy closely...Avalon has also been under their careful eyes.

Fairy Tale Memoirs (Companion story)

A little fairy comes at night,

Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown'

with silver spots upon her wings,

And from the moon she flutters down.

She has a little silver wand

And when a good child goes to bed

She waves a hand from right to the left

And makes a circle round its head.

And then it dreams of pleasant things,

Of fountains filled with fairy fish

And trees that bear delicious fruit

And bow their branches at a wish.

Of arbors filled with dainty scents,

From lovely flowers that never fade,

Bright flies that glitter in the sun

And glow-worms shining in the shade

And talking birds with gifted tongues

For singing songs and telling tales

And pretty dwarfs to show the way

Through fairy hills and fairy dales.

A little fairy comes at night,

her eyes are blue and her hair is brown

With silver spots upon her wings

And from the moon she flutters down

Amy held her baby daughter in her arms as she recited the poem she knew by heart. It was a stupid poem - lullaby - that her own mother used to sing to her before bed. Amy would never tell Avalon that, though. That woman thrived on fairy tales it was ridiculous. But now Amy could see why her mother would tell her the poem. It was soothing and magical. It calmed her daughter each time she read it. Maybe when this was all over, Avalon could take over in the fairy tale department because Amy felt like her voice lacked the talent Avalon owned.

But for the meantime, Amy had to do things on her own. It was a scary job to do when she had no idea where she was and the fact she didn't own one weapon against the people holding her captive. She could only hold her daughter close to her when she was allowed to carry her.

Melody was the only thing keeping Amy sane. At one month the baby girl was a cheery one, a gurgling one, and she never seemed to cry. It was as if Melody knew that things were tough and she didn't want to add more to the problem. Melody would attentively listen to the things her mother would tell her, from the sweet poems to the inspirational speeches. She loved them all.

Amy tried not to think about the soldiers inside the room she was in, all packed even with the eye-patch woman, Madame Kovarian.

"I wish I could tell you that you'll be loved. That you'll be safe and cared for and protected. But this isn't a time for lies. What you are going to be, Melody is very, very brave," Amy was quiet with her words, but only because she didn't want Melody to pick up on her stressed tone.

Madame Kovarian - the eye patch lady - was waiting at the front of the room, just like she always did. "Two minutes," she warned, not that Amy would look at her.

"But not as brave as they'll have to be," Amy continued with Melody close by. "Because there's someone coming. I don't know where he is, or what he's doing, but trust me. He's on his way. There's a man who's never going to let us down. And not even an army can get in the way..." She trailed off when she saw the soldiers with Kovarian coming for her again. Not her, but her. Melody. Amy instinctively backed away a couple steps. "Leave her, just you leave her! Please leave her! Leave her!"

It was the same thing each time, and each time Amy fell for it.

Kovarian took Melody from her and returned the infant to the bassinet at the front of the room. Amy was right on Kovarian's trail though and stole a last look at Melody. "He's the last of his kind. He looks young, but he's lived for hundreds and hundreds of years. And wherever they take you, Melody, however scared you are, I promise you, you will never be alone." She leaned down and kissed Melody's forehead. "Because this man is your father."

~ 0 ~

A grim Avalon awaited in the console room for the Doctor and Rory to return, practically at the doors. Eventually, the two men entered the TARDIS and took a long breath. It'd been another close one but a very good success.

Avalon and the Sapling had promptly waited for them to return, but the former looked close to bursting from anger.

"Good moment?" Avalon crossed her arms with a raised eyebrow. "Success? Victory?"

"I think you know," Rory pointed at her, moving to give her a hug but Avalon stepped back, making him sigh.

"You don't get hugs until my lockdown is lifted," she snapped and looked at the Doctor next, "Goes for you too."

"Ava, we've been through this," the Doctor began as he followed her towards the console with Rory.

"Give it a rest, big brother, it's not gonna work," Lena Reynolds poked her head from behind the console rotor. "Better spend your time over here to get that location the Cybermen told us."

The Doctor grumbled under his breath but followed Lena's suggestion. She'd been recruited after ganger Amy had been deactivated in hopes of finding the real Amy faster. Apart from that, Avalon had been set into a deep, serious lockdown in the TARDIS after the events in the ganger factory. Avalon literally screamed, thrashed and at one point was locked in her bedroom, but nothing would get through to her. They were trying to keep her safe and in return she wanted to kill them.

The only thing that somewhat calmed her was bringing Lena along. It'd worked so far but Avalon already had thin patience. One month was about it.

~ 0 ~

"C'mon, at least let me help get the people," Avalon was following the Doctor around the console, resorting to bugging the hell out of him until he agreed, like always. The screaming hadn't helped and the fact she'd kicked him in the shin definitely didn't do any favors.

She would resort to old fashioned begging.

"Avalon, you know the rules. You need to stay in here for your own safety."

"Oh c'mon! You've sent Lena to pick up a Silurian! That right there was very irresponsible!"

"Vastra is an old friend and she wouldn't hurt anyone...anymore," the Doctor kept his gaze fixated on the controls because the moment he met Avalon's begging eyes, he would fall right for it.

"This is ridiculous! You can't keep me in here, you know!? I do have rights! I should know, I've been in an actual jail!"

"I could very well drop you off at UNIT," the Doctor warned, or threatened, whichever one would make her understand. "I'm sure an old friend of mine wouldn't mind keeping an eye on you."

"What?" frowned Avalon. "You are beyond ridiculous! I can't believe you're not using one of your biggest assets to get Amy back! This is beyond me - this is about our friend who was kidnapped! With her baby!"

"I know that!" he snapped, finally turning to her. At least she wasn't begging anymore. "And it's because I've already lost Amy that I'm not risking you! Never you, Avalon."

Avalon paused at his sudden softness. "Don't do that," she said after a moment.

"Don't do wh-"

"-don't go all soft and mushy on me when it doesn't mean a damn thing," she snapped. "I'm tired of it. At least your ganger had the decency to be honest before we let him die."

"Oh, here we go again!" the Doctor flapped his arms in frustration. Every damn time they had an argument, his stupid ganger would come up in the conversation. It drove the Doctor crazy not knowing what his ganger had told Avalon just before they escaped the Flesh. "If you're going to keep bringing that up, the least you can do is tell me what he said that got you so riled up with me!"

"It's the fact that he was able to be honest with me and you can't! That's incredibly sad and each time I remember it hurts, do you get that? It hurts. You hurt me."

Her words punctured each of his hearts. Her eyes had watered up as soon as she said them. That's what got him. She wasn't angry with him, she was disappointed and hurt. Hurt because of him. And he had no idea how to fix it, especially when he didn't have the context.

"Ava," he slowly touched her cheeks until he had successfully cupped her face without being slapped for it. "You need to understand that everything I'm doing is to keep you safe. I can't lose you too. You have to be different."

"Different from what?" she begged for at least one answer to her millions of questions.

"From everyone before you," he smiled sadly. He wanted to change the story so badly, he wasn't letting himself think about himself for one second. All he allowed himself to think about were the people that had come before Avalon who had suffered terrible fates because he hadn't been careful. "Have I ever told you the story of Donna Noble?"

"No, who is she?"

"She is the woman who used to travel with me before you and the Ponds. She was my best friend. She saved the 27 stolen planets from being destroyed. She was so loud and so courageous - you remind me of her sometimes. You even have the ginger hair to match."

Avalon felt the 'but' coming soon. He had never talked about his previous companions and she'd never really dared to ask considering what their endings had probably been. "...what happened to her?"

The Doctor sighed and let his hands drop from her face. "I happened. I was selfish and I wasted a regeneration and put all that energy into a jar. Donna absorbed that energy in what we call a metacrisis. She became part Time Lord and that could never be. She nearly died if I hadn't wiped her memories."

"She...lost her memories?" Avalon gulped. This is what many of her stories of the Doctor didn't contain: the tragic endings of his trips and his companions. "Like...everything?"

"Everything that had to do with me and her travels. Avalon, she was the most important woman in the universe. Different alien species still sing about the Doctor-Donna because of what she did and who she saved. And I had to erase everything from her head. She's off living her life on Earth and I can never see her again. And she can never remember what she did in her travels." It was the first time that Avalon saw true, genuine tears in the Doctor's eyes. He was reliving that terrible moment of his lives, firmly believing it was his fault. "She was my best friend, Avalon, and I lost her. And I've lost people I considered more than a friend. You want to know where the last person I had feelings for is at right now?"

"No-" Avalon's voice had turned frail, full of guilt.

"She's stuck in another universe. I did that to her. Twice. She can never come back."

Avalon felt the twinge of guilt double in that one second. Okay, maybe she hadn't been thinking as logically as he obviously had, but in her defense he wouldn't let her. She just wanted to be with him, be happy together. "I'm sorry," she whispered, bringing one hand to rub her other arm. "I-I didn't think about that stuff. But I mean...Doctor, you never say anything about your past. I stopped asking questions because I assumed that with time you would trust us to tell us on your own."

"It's not about trusting you, it's about how you'll react to it. There are horrors that come with me. Tragedies. And no matter how much I try, I can't stop them. Amy and Rory have already become part of that list- their daughter who was unborn is already on the list. I'm not gonna make that mistake with you. You are where the cycle ends."

Now this Avalon could appreciate because now she knew what he meant. He stopped being cryptic with her and just told her the truth. It was a truth she couldn't discard so easily because it was so important to him, but she wasn't going to let it ruin what she knew could be so good for them both.

She would just need to prioritize first. Her patience could last a bit longer now.

"Okay, I hear you," she said, stepping closer to him. She brought her hands to his face now, smiling encouragingly. "But I'd also like if you heard me."

"Avalon-"

"I propose that for the moment we set aside our differences and work together to get Amy back. Afterwards, we can resume this conversation. Sound fair?"

The Doctor would nod if he didn't already know what her proposal consisted of. "You can't go outside."

Avalon's smile wanted to falter but she kept it right on her face. "You'll find that I do as I please. Besides, it's been one month and they haven't done anything else. I bet their minds are so preoccupied with Amy that they don't even remember about little ole me. Now c'mon, I know who's next on that list of recruitment and I so want to be the one who picks her up."

"No, Avalon. It's just too dangerous."

"It's literally a prison - how much safer can it get? I don't think whoever's behind this is stupid enough to go barging into the highest maximum security prison, do you?"

The Doctor swayed his head, able to see that clear logic. "Well..."

"Please? Please? Please? Please? Please!?" the ginger clung to his arms as she begged, though now she did with a wide smile, "You can even send Rory or Lena with me, if you want. Or you can come, or-"

"Fine," he covered her mouth. See, he shouldn't have looked into her eyes. "But only because it's a prison and I know if River tries anything she'll be shot down."

Avalon took his hand off her mouth and frowned, "Since when did you become so doubtful of River? She's done nothing but help us every time we see her."

"Yeah and half the time it's because she made the mess," the Doctor pointed out. They all loved pointing out how many mistakes he made that River had to come and help fix. "Plus, there's things I've learned about her, things that make me nervous."

"Like what?"

The Doctor gaze on her was long. There was no way he could tell her that a good part of his reluctance with River stemmed from the fact River was meant to harm Avalon. "Future things."

Avalon rolled her eyes. "Oh, well, please, that's more than enough explanation. I completely understand. But you know what, I'm taking Rory to go get River. Thank you!" she gave him a quick hug then started shouting for Rory as she ran into the hallway.

The Doctor really hoped he hadn't messed.

~ 0 ~

In Stormcage, alarms blared as River Song, dressed in a Victorian gowm, swayed her way towards her cell. It nnver got old how frantic the place would get whenever she would pop away for a trip. It wasn't like she wouldn't come back! She stopped in front of a wall phone and picked it up, "Oh, turn it off. I'm breaking in, not out. This is River Song, back in her cell..." She was about to hang up when she thought of something else and pressed the phone back to her ear. "Oh, and I'll take breakfast at the usual time. Thank you!" She finally hung up and continued down the corridor but stopped when she saw two silhouettes in the dark, one specifically dressed as a Roman. "Oh, are you boys dressing up as Romans now? I thought nobody read my memos."

Avalon stepped out of the shadows first with an amused smile, "Your memos are about Roman costumes?" she glanced at Rory, snickering, "This is why I like her!"

Rory shook his head at her and got to business. He wasn't pleased that the Doctor had broken his promise and allowed Avalon out, even if it was to a prison of maximum security. Rory wanted to get out of there fast and return Avalon back to the TARDIS. "Dr. Song? It's Rory, and Avalon. Sorry, have we met yet? Time streams, I'm not quite sure where we are..."

"Yes. Yes, we've met," River nodded, sounding rather sad. Avalon could tell, despite the darkness that surrounded them. "Hello, Rory, Avalon."

"What's wrong?" Avalon asked her, taking a step forwards until Rory gripped her arm to keep her from taking another one.

"It's my birthday," River nervously laughed.

"Oh, happy birthday," Avalon smiled, now understanding her current attire, "That's why you broke out, then. Where'd you go? Victorian London?" River nodded her head. "You know, the Doctor's yet to take us there."

"You'll be there soon enough," River promised, though she didn't look very happy about the idea. Avalon presumed this was another 'spoiler'. River knew something that they couldn't know about yet.

"I hope you didn't go alone, though," Avalon said, hoping to steer the conversation somewhere lighter. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to do much.

"Um...somewhere, with a special someone," River nodded, still forcing a tight smile on her face. She couldn't tell Avalon anything of where they'd gone for her birthday. If she did, she'd have to explain why it was only them two and no Ponds nor Doctor.

"We need your help," Rory declared. Things weren't moving fast enough.

River nodded and went to her cell, pulling out her diary to pinpoint their timelines. "Where are we then?"

"They've taken Amy," Avalon said just as River pinpointed their timelines.

River froze for a moment then turned around with widened eyes. "Demons Run."

"How...how did you know?" Rory blinked as did Avalon.

"I'm from your future. I always know," River tried to keep herself calm as she glanced back at the two, "Why on earth are you wearing that?" she eyed Rory's Roman garbs.

"The Doctor's idea."

"Of course. His rules of engagement," River rolled her eyes, "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

"Look ridiculous," Avalon remarked with a smirk.

"Have you considered heels?" River joked.

"They've taken Amy. And our baby," Rory was in no mood for jokes at the moment, "The Doctor's getting some people together, we're going after her, but he needs you too."

"I can't," River mumbled, her eyes teary. "Not yet, anyway."

"River?" Avalon was confused by the change of attitude that took place in the brunette. She'd fought so hard with the Doctor to let her come get River and now the woman was going to leave them hanging!?

"This is The Battle of Demons Run," River neared them, "The Doctor's darkest hour. He'll rise higher than ever before and then fall so much further. And...I can't be there till the very end."

"Why not?"

"Because this is it," River shuddered a breath, "This is the day he finds out who I am, when everyone finds out."

"Timelines," Avalon could understand the reason and had to resign her insistence. But just as River had explained, her expression turned frantic.

"Avalon you need to stay away from that place! Demons Run is where everything happens - it's where you are in most danger!"

Avalon groaned. "Not you too, River. You're sounding just like everyone else."

But River was adamant to be heard. "I am serious! You know why the Doctor will fall the hardest here than any other time he's had battles? Because of you."

Avalon's eyebrows knitted together, frankly offended that now it was all being blamed on her. "What, so it's my fault things go wrong?"

"No, it's mine," River didn't hesitate to answer, startling both Avalon and Rory. "I should've been more ready, but I wasn't and now I need the Doctor to step up and keep you safe. You need to stay in the TARDIS until it's all over." River's eyes flickered to Rory, pleading him to heed her warning.

Rory didn't need to be told twice what he already knew. But now if River was begging for the same thing, then there must be a serious good reason. "She's been in the TARDIS this whole time. She only came for you."

"Yeah and you're making me look bad here," Avalon folded her arms, deeply scowling. "What the hell, River!?"

"Tell the Doctor that he needs to listen to me," River told Rory as if Avalon wasn't shooting her daggers.

"You got it," Rory nodded and this time held Avalon's arm tightly as they headed back for the TARDIS

~ 0 ~

This time there was no getting discussion with the Doctor. Once he heard what River told them, he had no hesitation to shout like Avalon - making it an interesting fight when they both matched volumes - until she got the point that she wouldn't be leaving the TARDIS.

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Avalon was as red as her hair, possibly more. "You can't just bench me!"

"Oh I can and I am," the Doctor leveled her glare with his own. And given his age, he had a better one than Avalon...but not by much. "You are staying here with Lena-" he gestured to the woman in question who was being forced to watch the entire argument unfold, "-and taking control of the TARDIS."

"Avalon, if River says this is what has to happen then we should follow it," Lena chimed in only to get the same hard look from Avalon. "She's from the future, she knows what happens."

"Today's the day I start hating River," Avalon resolved. "Only question is will you be added to the list?" she landed her hard, blue eyes on the Doctor.

"If it means keeping you safe then so be it," he resolved as well. "I told you I wasn't making the same mistakes again."

He could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears at this point. She walked up a few steps until she could better look him in the eyes. There were so many words running through her head right now, but she wanted to find the words that would sting the most. It was one of her flaws. She would default to hurting people one way or another in retaliation.

"You know what?" she raised her head, allowing him to see how serious she was. "I bet that when you had to wipe Donna's memories you didn't give her a choice either, huh?"

The right words indeed.

She saw the pain strike across the Doctor's face in two seconds flat. There was a hint of betrayal, asking her how could she turn that against him when it was such a difficult memory to share.

She tilted her head to the side, letting him know that she was studying the effects of her words on him. "Remember me when you're out there, winning or losing. I'm supposed to be your friend, someone you value apparently, yet you won't let me make my own choice. Some Fairy Tale Man you are." She turned around and stormed into the hallway.

The Doctor was left to process her strong sting until he remembered Lena was still there. She was gazing at him sympathetically, and perhaps sorrowfully.

"I'm sorry about her," Lena felt compelled to apologize on behalf of her sister. Despite not knowing what Avalon was talking about, it clearly hurt the Doctor a lot. "When she's angry she'll say anything to win. Once she's cooled off she'll realize how insensitive she was. I'm not excusing her, I'm just telling you what's going to happen...in case you don't want to forgive her for that."

A brief smile appeared on the Doctor's face. "Please," his sarcastic tone pretty much stated he would always forgive Avalon. "Ava is Ava and that's who she needs to be...who I want her to be."

Lena nodded and did patiently wait for him to finish that sentence but when he didn't, she did. "Because you like her. A lot." For once, Lena was satisfied to be the one who left the Doctor speechless. She didn't have a lot moments like those. "I've always known, big brother," she shrugged. "Just like I've always known where my sister's feelings lie. That's why you're so upset with each other, right?"

"Baby sister, I really think this is not the time to discuss such matters. We have Amy and her baby to find," the Doctor turned to the console. They were about to finally land where Amy was and that required all of his attention.

Lena sighed but gave a nod of her head. "But are you sure you're going to be able to concentrate?"

"Oh, I'm not worried about me," the Doctor said, clearly lying but there was something else he was thinking about it. "I'm worried about you considering you're going to be stuck in here with Avalon."

Lena laughed softly. "Well, the Sapling will be here with me too."

"Oh, he's just as angry as his mother," the Doctor shook his head. The Sapling had gotten both his and Avalon's anger and that was a very poor combination. He might self combust if he didn't calm down soon.

"I'll be okay with them, but to be honest..." Lena tilted her head to the side, "I don't know how long Avalon is going to last in here. She's kind of like you. Staying still isn't for her, much less when someone she loves is in danger."

The Doctor solemnly nodded. He knew that too, which was why he needed to work fast.

~ 0 ~

Madame Kovarian was an astute woman, not to mention an incredible actress. Her base was being overran by the Doctor and his army that foolishly thought they were winning. All she had to do was pretend to be afraid that her plan was going to ruins.

"I need to get off this station," she ordered the nearest soldier with her. "Bring me the child and prepare the Silence."

"Yes, ma'am," the soldier nodded and went off with another soldier to retrieve the infant.

"Ma'am, the Silence?" another of the soldiers reluctantly asked. None of the soldiers - none of the army for that matter - were that happy with Kovarian's decision to work with the Silence. From the very beginning they felt like the Silence would do whatever they wanted, dismissing Kovarian's orders. For the record, they hadn't yet, but no one trusted those creatures. Who could trust a creature they couldn't remember?

After they'd been killed off on Earth - yet another warning from their Colonel to keep their eyes peeled when it came to the Doctor - everyone figured Kovarian was done with the Silence. After all, they'd done their part in the job. They cared for the child while she grew up. They were supposed to be over now.

"They're not done here," Kovarian rounded into a new hallway, quickening her pace each time she heard a different bullet downstairs. "The Silence has yet to retrieve the girl for me."

"But we have the child, ma'am," the soldier insisted, briefly exchanging glances with his other comrades. They were all just as nervous. "The infant. Isn't that what we needed?"

"Yes, but I want the other one too," Kovarian said and finally stopped in front of the airlock that would bring her to her own private ship. She turned around and prepared to wait for the infant to be handed over. "I cannot leave with just one."

"So the Silence are still here, then?" the soldier, just like the rest, started looking around with nervous eyes.

Kovarian smirked. "They never left. They will do the other job and bring me the girl. All we have to do now is wait. And watch." Her smirk widened at the thought of what was coming. "Watch how the Doctor will 'win' before he truly falls."

~ 0 ~

"This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong!" Avalon shouted at the TARDIS monitor as if the people on the other side of the screen could hear. Her hand was gripping the console in utter fury.

"Avalon, stop that," Lena scolded her sister and had to physically pry Avalon's hands off the console.

"Mother, I've never seen your face get so red!" the Sapling said and because Avalon caught his fearful face, she calmed down a bit.

"Sorry," she apologized and exhaled heavily. "I just...I should be out there! I should be helping!"

"Yeah, me too," the Sapling folded his arms and pouted like only a child would. "I can literally grow up like a giant and Father still didn't let me go out!"

"First of all, you're a child," Lena wagged a finger at him. "And second of all, Avalon, you know they're just trying to help and I think you were fairly rude to the Doctor. In fact, you were horrible to him." Avalon rolled her eyes but even as she looked away, Lena could see the guilt on her face. "I don't know what the hell you were talking about in the end, but I know that really hurt him."

Avalon's gaze slowly fell to the bright floor. Of course she knew she'd hurt him. That was the point. She turned back to the monitor and watched through their security feed the battle that was unfolding on the main bridge. The Doctor had disappeared after causing mass pandemonium. The strange part was that they'd lost visual on Kovarian too. She started switching through the security feed, watching Vastra the Silurian and her human wife Jenny basically kick soldiers' asses near the control room and in the next were several soldiers running down the hallway with a bassinet in hand.

"They have the baby!" she exclaimed.

Lena rushed to her sister's side, as did the Sapling, and saw the same thing Avalon had found. The bassinet bounced with each step the soldiers too. "We have to let them know!" Lena said.

Avalon moved along the console with natural speed, her fingers already knowing exactly which controls to use. Lena raised an eyebrow at her sister, her expression question enough.

"He finally taught me how to drive the TARDIS," Avalon answered quietly, momentarily pausing.

"Oh Avalon," Lena sighed. "You really have to control that tongue of yours."

Avalon blinked away the tears in her eyes and focused on getting through to someone. "Yeah, I know, I'm an outright bitch."

"I didn't say that-"

"You didn't have to," snapped Avalon, but not necessarily at her sister. It was information she already knew based on everything she had lived before coming to the TARDIS.

"Are you calling father?" the Sapling trailed after his mother, nonethewiser of the conversation around him.

"I'm trying but as usual he's not answering," Avalon groaned. "Maybe he should have a cellphone or something! Nobody's answering! Lena!" Lena flinched at the sudden call of her name. "Watch the monitor! Tell me what's going on!"

"Right!" Lena hurried back to the monitor and started going through each camera. "Uh, well, I see Rory! He's gone off with someone else in the hallway! Oh! Vastra and Jenny have gotten into the control room! Ah! Those monk things - they've nearly taken care of an entire room! Don't look Sapling." She ushered the Sapling away from the monitor. "Avalon, they brought the bassinet to Kovarian!"

"They did what!?" Avalon screeched. "That's it! I'm going out there!"

"No you can't!"

"The Doctor can yell at me all he wants - I deserve it, I know, but it's a baby! And more importantly, it's Amy's and Rory's baby! I'm going to be good for once!" Avalon turned and dashed for the doors.

"Avalon, please don't!" Lena went after her but Avalon yanked open the doors.

"Just stay inside, Lena. You and the Sapling will be just fine in here!" Avalon smiled at her sister and child before running out.

"Oh God, my big brother's going to be very crossed with me," Lena hurried for the monitor in hopes of finding where the Doctor was at the moment. She kept going through tabs again until a Silence popped on her screen. She yelped and stumbled back as if the creature would come out from the screen. "Not you again, definitely not you again..."

'I know you can see me, Reynolds,' the fact it was actually talking to her made her yelp again. 'You have come to us just like you're meant to. Now you will come with us. Tick, tock..."

"Aunt Lena, he looks like the Scream," the Sapling had moved over to the monitor but as soon as he did Lena pushed him away.

"No, you stay there! And listen to me, Sapling, because right now you're the only one who's going to remember. You can't see him which means he can't affect you. Remind me that I saw him, and that he's threatening to take my sister."

"But how do you know he's talking about Mother?"

"Because it's always about my sister," Lena regrettably said. "I don't know what it is about my sister but there's always something threatening her, like-like she's just destined to be. Just remind me, okay? Remind me when I look away. We need to find the Doctor."

The Sapling nodded.

~ 0 ~

The Doctor had made his way to the control room where Vastra, Jenny and another old friend(ish) Dorium were in. They were so close to finally getting the hell out of that place, but he had to admit the dark satisfaction he felt knowing that the entire was but one step away from crumbling into nothing.

He sat in front of the controls and turned his chair just as Strax the Sontaran brought in Colonel Mantel, the leader of the army they'd basically destroyed and were now mere stragglers. "Sorry, Colonel Manton, I lied. Three minutes, 42 seconds."

"Colonel Manton, you will give the order for your men to withdraw," Strax ordered.

"No. Colonel Manton... I want you to tell your men to run away," the Doctor told the man instead.

"You...what?" Manton raised an eyebrow, not quite following.

"Those words. Run away. I want you to be famous for those exact words. I want people to call you Colonel Run-Away. I want children laughing outside your door, cos they've found the house of Colonel Run-Away," he stood up and pointed at him, "And, when people come to you, and ask if trying to get to me through the people I love... is in any way a good idea... I want you to tell them your name. Oh, look! I'm angry. That's new-" his voice hardened, as did his eyes. He walked up to the man and looked him in the eyes, his lips curling into a smirk when the Colonel visibly gulped. "I'm really not sure what's going to happen now."

Two more Silurians walked into the control room and with them came Kovarian. Despite her situation, she didn't seem that upset. "The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules," she had the foul decency to speak.

The Doctor slowly looked back at her. He forgot about the Colonel and moved onto her instead. "Good men don't need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many."

Kovarian glanced at Manton calmly. "Give the order," she surprised everyone in the room with that statement, "Give the order Colonel Run-Away."

~ 0 ~

Amy was surprised as she heard a knocking on the door. She was pretty nervous given what was going on downstairs. Quickly, she tried to find something to use for protection, "Who's that? Who's there?" she called and picked up a thermometer, eyeing it with hesitation, "You watch it, cos I'm armed and really dangerous and...cross!" Of course once she heard Rory's voice she froze, wondering if it was truly him. "Rory?"

"Yeah, it's me!" he called back, "Hang on a minute."

"They took her. Rory, they took our baby away," she explained with shame, feeling like it was her fault her baby had been taken away. She should have fought stronger for her daughter.

But the doors slid open to reveal Rory holding Melody in his arms. "Now, Mrs Williams...that is never, ever going to happen."

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God," Amy dashed for him and Melody. She took her daughter into her arms and quickly checked her for any visible injury. "Where's she been, what have they done to her..."

"She's fine. Amy, she's fine. I checked," Rory promised her. As soon as he had his daughter in arms, he made sure that she was safe and clear of any mark. He didn't want to let her go until he was with Amy. "She's beautiful. Oh God, I was going to be cool. I wanted to be cool. Look at me." The tears just kept pooling in his eyes.

Amy laughed at him but she was crying too. "Crying Roman with a baby, definitely cool. Come here, you!" she grabbed him with her free arm and kissed him.

The Doctor had found the room but not with a pretty view. "Ugh, kissing and crying, I'll be back in a bit."

"Oi, you," Rory snapped his fingers at him. "Get in here, now." The Doctor shrugged and happily came into the room. "My daughter. What do you think?"

The baby could barely blink at him but she did squeal, although he didn't think it was for her. She was just happy to see people that weren't so mean to her mother.

"Hello. Hello, baby," the Doctor waved at the baby girl.

"Melody," Amy cut in.

"Melody! Hello, Melody Pond! "

"Melody Williams," Rory was getting tired of the name switches.

"..is a geography teacher," Amy shook her head, "Melody Pond is a superhero!"

The Doctor leaned over to listen as Melody gurgled, "Well, yes, I suppose she does smell nice. Never really sniffed her, maybe I should give it a go. Amelia Pond, c'mere!" he hugged the new mother.

"Doctor!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry we were so long."

"It's OK, I knew you were coming. All of you," Amy smiled but her eyes did search behind the two men. "Well, where's Avalon? She needs to meet my daughter. She's got a lot of singing to do cos this one-" she nodded to Melody, "-likes the singing!"

"Um, Avalon's a bit indisposed right now," the Doctor's eyes flickered to the side. "Actually, I was thinking of letting her burn this place down afterwards and see if that'll cool her down."

Amy arched an eyebrow at him but since he was looking at her now, she turned her attention to Rory. "What did you two do?" she assumed they were both in on it, otherwise Rory would be upset.

"The necessary," Rory answered without hesitation. He stood by all the choices they'd made so far. "Avalon's going to be safe."

"Doctor! Take a look," Vastra entered the room, "They're leaving," and she pointed at the large glass window on the side of the room, "Demons Run is ours without a drop of blood spilled. My friend, you have never risen higher!" she cheered while the Doctor looked out and saw the army leaving the base.

Though behind him, Rory swallowed hard when he remembered River's words earlier.

~ 0 ~

The Doctor had made a hasty return to the control room, along with Vastra, when he heard Lena's voice frantically calling through the speakers. When the hell did Lena get out of the TARDIS? And if she was out of the TARDIS then Avalon...

"I'm so sorry!" Lena practically cried to him when he reached the control room. "She just...she saw the soldiers taking the baby and she ran out to help!"

"Course she would," the Doctor rubbed a hand over his face. "Okay, okay, it's fine because..." he laughed nervously, "The soldiers are leaving anyways and-and everything is safe. Everyone is safe. She is safe."

"Um, Doctor?" Dorium called from his seat. "I've hacked into the software. Wasn't very complicated given that I sold it to them. But I've, uh, I've found something interesting."

"More interesting than this entire place and plan of that woman's?" Lena asked, thinking it probably paled to everything they'd gone through so far. "And did you know there's Silence here? The Sapling told me that!"

"There are no Silence here, Lena," the Doctor said dismissively as he gazed at the screen.

"I thought that too but the Sapling was very adamant that I told him to remind me."

"Lena, let's focus on the plans here and then we'll see about the Silence."

Lena agreed but only because the Doctor already seemed so lost on whatever was on the screen. "So, what is it, then?"

"It's records about the child," Dorium replied. "They are very extensive."

"They've been scanning her since she was born and I think they found what they were looking for," Dorium pulled up a tab on the large screen with a DNA module.

"Human DNA," the Doctor assumed as he moved closer with Lena.

"Look closer," Vastra instructed, "Human plus. Specifically...human plus Time Lord."

"But that's..." Lena looked at the Doctor, "Did I get my biology wrong or..."

"She's human," the Doctor blinked, just as confused as Lena was. He didn't even know why they were having this conversation in the first place. "She's Amy and Rory's daughter."

"You told me about your people. They became what they did through prolonged exposure to the time vortex," Vastra reminded, "The untempered schism..."

"Over billions of years, it didn't just happen!"

"So how close is she? Could she even regenerate?"

"No, no! I don't think so..."

Vastra raised an eyebrow, "You don't sound so sure."

"Because I don't understand how this happened!" the Doctor snapped at her and looked back at the screen again with no clue in his mind. None of it made sense!

"Which leads me to ask... when did it happen?"

"When?" Lena raised an eyebrow, "Are you really asking that?"

"I'm afraid so," Vastra nodded.

"When?" the Doctor still hadn't caught up.

"I am trying to be delicate...I know how you can blush," Vastra pointed and Lena couldn't help but giggle, "When did this baby... begin?"

The Doctor's face did indeed flush at the question, "Oh, you mean..."

"Quite."

"Oh c'mon you guys, you're not really gonna sit here and try to pinpoint a time of conception...are you?" Lena looked between the two, almost laughing if the situation wasn't so dire.

"She's right," the Doctor pointed at her, "That's all human-y, private stuff, it just sort of...goes on. They don't put up a balloon, or anything."

"But could the child have begun on the TARDIS, in flight, in the vortex," Vastra began.

"No, no, impossible!" the Doctor cut her off, "It's all running about, sexy fish vampires and blowing up stuff. And Rory wasn't even there at the beginning. Then he was dead, then he didn't exist, then he was plastic. Then I had to reboot the whole universe...long story. So technically the first time they were on the TARDIS together, in this version of reality, was on their..." his eyes widened as the realization struck him.

"Oh..." Lena had also caught up on the date.

"On their what?" Vastra dreaded to ask.

"On their wedding night," the Doctor swallowed hard, "But that doesn't make sense! You can't just cook yourself a Time Lord."

"Of course not, but you gave them one hell of a start and they've been working very hard ever since."

"And they truly have," Dorium agreed before pulling up another screen. "Kovarian's team spreads through time and space, Doctor. They've been keeping record of somebody, alright. Take a look."

The screen page he had was full of a list of names, titles, for documents. Upon a closer look, they were discovered to be videos too.

"Big brother," Lena suddenly called, her voice frail with newfound fear, "Why do all of these have my sister's name on them?"

The Doctor had noticed that detail straightaway. He didn't answer the question as instead he practically pushed Dorium's chair away to take reign over the controls. He started scrolling through the page, finding it to be endlessly filled with different videos and documents. He got more frustrated the longer the list became. Finally, his finger accidentally clicked on one title.

Avalon was a teenager, perhaps fifteen or so, and she was in her school uniform. She was angry as hell - which was confirmation that this was truly Avalon - and raging to Rory about something. The audio wasn't very comprehensible but it was clear when she managed to make a dent against a street pole with her bare fist. The act froze Avalon, and Rory, in her spot. She brought her fist, which was turning purple fast, and then checked the pole to make sure it'd been her who did it.

"She was always so freakishly strong," Lena whispered, eyes fresh with tears as dread took her over.

"...as are some Time Lords," Vastra made her comment knowing the reaction she would get from the Doctor.

"Don't you even go there," he pointed a finger at her face, nearly poking one of her eyes out. "I won't hear such a stupid idea, such a-a completely insane idea!"

"You said the Silence had been after you and your friends for months," Vastra continued calmly despite having the wrath of the man radiating towards her. "Who's to say that they weren't after just one of you? They already had Amy..."

"But this is Avalon!"

"Precisely. What exactly are her medical records?" Vastra's eyes flickered to Lena for the answer.

"U-um, well...I don't know?" the woman meekly answered, shrugging her shoulders. "I mean...I never really saw them. But..." she hated where she was going with the conversation, "There is the fact that she's adopted."

"Really?" Vastra raised a scale-green eyebrow at the Doctor. The man refused to even entertain the idea, so he turned away. "Adopted?"

"Yeah," Lena nodded her head. "I mean, we don't know who her birth mother is and we're not entirely sure if my Dad is her Dad so..."

"There is a possibility that the child..." Vastra purposely didn't finish until the Doctor would finally give her the attention she needed.

"No!" he snapped at her and basically everyone in the room. "Absolutely not! Avalon is not a Time Lord! She's from New Earth! She's not - she's not their daughter! I think I would have noticed if I was carrying the whole family!"

"...but would you have, though?" Lena's meek question made him pause.

He was growing angrier by the second, but his anger wasn't exactly directed at them. It was more to himself. If this was real, and he had missed it...he would never forgive himself. "She can't be Melody because...because her name's not even Melody," he stuttered the answer as if he was now just trying to convince himself it wasn't real.

"Pull up her records, Dorium," Vastra commanded the blue alien. "The infant's and the woman's. If they are the same, Doctor, then this is most certainly not over. In fact, don't you think this was too easy?"

The Doctor's body nearly shook. He couldn't have missed this, no he couldn't have. His head was spiraling though with all the details he knew about Avalon, the ones he couldn't figure out back then.

Her insomnia?

Time Lords didn't need that much sleep. He went about a week or two without it. Avalon went days without it.

Time Lords had more strength than the average human. Avalon had always displayed her 'freakish' strength in situations. She wasn't in control of it sometimes but she always made a good show of it.

Time Lords' brains were far different than other species.

"I see things differently, I think differently, my brain is just...wired differently. And nobody seems to be able to catch up." Avalon had told him on the first day she came into the TARDIS that she felt like she was ahead of everyone else, and he didn't see it.

The wire. The wire in her brain that was connected differently, that set her apart from everyone else. Why could she remember things that nobody else could? Amy and Lena forgot about the Daleks and the 27 stolen planets, but Avalon didn't. It was in the back of her mind. Amy forgot about Rory after he was erased from existence, but Avalon was aware that she'd forgotten things.

"Big brother?" Lena cautiously touched his arm. He'd gone off in silence and little by little, the expression on his face changed. "What do you think?"

For a few seconds, everyone waited for him to answer.

She's outside of the TARDIS. His eyes zoomed to the door. 'In fact, don't you think this was too easy?' She was outside. And it was too easy.

"AVALON!" He erupted into terrified screams. He bolted out of the door and ran as fast as he could. "AVALON! AVALON!"

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