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thebadboyfanclub · 4 days

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One Can Only Hope (Cregan x Reader)

First of, I don’t know why this particular song was stuck in my head while I was writing but I think it fits the aesthetic of how the couple works together, also I don’t care that they didn’t pick this actor for me THAT is what Cregan stark looks like, and also sorry for not adding the last detail it just naturally went with a different approach

'may I present my second-born child and my precious only daughter, (y/n) Targaryen, the heiress of driftmark"

(y/n) bowed lightly before the stoic man that it deserves to be noted how thick his fur was which engulfed him, the man nodded as a sign of acknowledgment to the princess and the young heiress (y/n) could swear that she detected a faint smile forming on his lips, to be quite fair no one could tell since the lords' lips were faintly visible due to his distinguished beard, once (y/n)s deep blue eyes met his there was an instant influence on her that cause her to slightly shiver, mostly from anxiety and somewhat fear of the unknown.

(Y/n) could only describe the sensation similar to placing yourself at the very sharp edge of a tall cliff, as one would gaze down at the water the little voice would whisper to take a plunge, release yourself from the shackles of overthinking, whilst your mind begged you to take a step back and forget about all of this.

Unfortunately (y/n) was well aware of the reason why she had to take this long of a flight on dragon back and introduce herself to the new lord of the North, her mother had put a tremendous amount of effort into making this a trip that could be enjoyable too (y/n) but to no avail, she did not blame her mother, ever since she was a toddler (y/n) would catch whispers of numerous people around her castle that would venture on whom she would marry, as the moons passed and (y/n) became a lady the pressure became tighter than her corset.

"judging by the tremble and pink nose you are not accustomed to such a cold environment"

"I'm afraid not, I am willing to try though, if need be"

She suggested as her voice usually would be colourful and loud- something that princess rhaenyra adored- was now barely audible, Rhaenyra dreaded asking this of her only daughter, seven hells the reason she even had (y/n) was because of her failed match that was created under ambition and desperation for allegiance, now she had to bare the curse of the prey becoming the hunter as she set her daughter up in hopes this could bring peace and safety not only to the realm but to their family.

“It is an honor to have the Targaryen family as our guest, I believe last time it was with Queen Alyssane, was it not?”

“Indeed, my lord, though I cannot recall if we have ever United our house bloodline”

“That is correct, such a pity don’t you think Princess Rhaenyra? We must correct that mistake as fast as we can, before all that let me escort you to your chambers, you must rest after such travel”

Cregan's humor was a breath of fresh air for mother and daughter, both of them felt more comfortable through his commentary and light-hearted chatter.

Rhaenyra was extremely thankful that her daughter understood why this must be done if she had to be completely honest with herself partially the reason she chose Cregan as her daughter's match was how the whispers of his strength and his handsome nature made it to the red keep, another thing was a desperate attempt on keeping her daughter guarded, mayhaps if she found refuge in the north of the vicious Hightowers pushed Rhaenyra to war (y/n) would be tucked away and protected by the Lord.

As they walked through the castle Cregan started blabbering about all kinds of things his brain could master, he was certainly nervous when he got the letter from Rhaenyra herself asking for her daughter to be betrothed to him, Targaryen and Starks had, of course, rumors of laying together but never being United in the eyes of the Gods, and to add the fact that the lady is in line for the throne, the wedlock and children would bring such different aspect to his house.

"the lady of the north has to endure the stinging sensation of the icy air, but I believe having a humungous dragon that spews fire on command should help"

Rhaenyra smiled at the slight declaration of interest and almost a very subtle way of claiming their betrothal to be a fact, it was (y/n) 's turn to nod excitedly and let out a small giggle, Cregan was not a man that went unnoticed, young, tall, strong, beautiful, any woman of her status would thank the gods for such a match and a part of her was curious.

Due to the small sign of hope (y/n) careless tucked a strand behind her ear, revealing a part of her to the Lord that he had never seen before.

“Your ear”

He said almost in a question, subconsciously his head tilted in order to get a better view, hastily (y/n) let her hair fall back again, concealing her left ear, flustered and internally cursing herself.

“I don’t believe I have seen something like it before”

“I apologize, I-it is-“

“Unique, I know that Targaryens usually have violet eyes as your mother has, however, I can only guess you found that boring and chose something entirely different, you have quite the taste”

(Y/n)s eyes slightly widen at the kind-hearted nature of Cregan's comment, (y/n) was born with pointy ears, her mother would always jest that it was because the fairies brought (y/n) to her as a gift, others would say that the Targaryens started to blend more with their dragons and that Rhaenyra indulged in blood magic to have the daughter she always wanted.

Gossip and fairytales aside, (y/n) tried her best to conceal that little thing like a well-kept secret that she now had pulled the covers from. Cregan only smiled, (y/n) seemed like a peach on a summer day, full of sweetness, and the nectar could bring back the dead, her smile could make your teeth hurt like how they used to when he ate pie, the pointy ears in his eyes only gave her a boost in her ethereal presence.

Despite that (y/n) had to acknowledge that the man was nothing but a stranger, she had witnessed countless loveless marriages and men that sucked the life out of their wives, besides all of that she pushed those types of thoughts to the side and masked her dark thoughts for the future with a brave face.

"Mother!"

(Y/n) exclaimed as she skipped over to Rhaenyra who rushed to her daughter's side, it had been months since (y/n) had seen her mother, and as content as she was with her new life no one could replace the place Rhaenyra had in her daughter's heart.

"oh my dearest, how lovely it is to see you, take a turn for me let me look at you"

(y/n) let out a snicker at her mother's request even though she complied almost immediately making Rhaenyra nod in approval, to no one’s surprise (y/n) had grown to be a proper lady, her red cape with the thick lining and fur, her hair down and disheveld from riding her dragon, plump red cheeks from eating well, and how could one forget her smile, shining through the realm and blessing her mother with a sigh of relief, Rhaenyra was relieved to say the slightest that her only daughter was taken care of.

"Princess, thank you for inviting us"

"nonsense, I would take any chance to see my baby"

"Mother" (y/n) whispered in embarrassment

"hush now young lady, to me, you will always remain the small babe that curled in my arms, you will know what I'm talking about sooner than late"

"about that, Mother, it might be sooner than you anticipate"

Rhaenyra froze in her spot, her eyes doubling their original size as an audible inhale of breath was heard, (y/n) 's eyes watered and her arms seemed to have a slight tremble whilst she took off her cape to reveal the cutest swollen belly. Rhaenyra stood still for only a second before she wrapped her arms as tight as she possibly could around (y/n) who did the same.

"no, my baby, why didn't you write me about this?"

"I-"

"We wanted to wait this time, I believe you understand, (y/n) wanted to tell you as soon as possible, I advised her not to, forgive me, princess"

Rhaenyra might not have birthed Cregan though she had given birth to (y/n) and that meant that she knew when her daughter was hiding, like now.

(Y/n) wanted to be cautious, after they suffered an early loss of their first baby before her belly could even swell, inevitable fear overtook her, she had refused to ride her dragon for the first three moons and she did her best to remain abed as much as possible.

Thankfully, Cregan shook her out of it, asking her to take a walk as often as his duties allowed him to, he would also attempt to ever so casually bring up how her dragon kept all of the town awake from roaring and complaining, even for this visit (y/n) only agreed after Cregan offered to get up on the dragon with her so she can feel safe.

"it doesn't matter, all that I care about is that my baby is happy and healthy"

"Don't worry Mother, the north has been extremely good to me"

“For that I am certain, well then, let us celebrate, my little babe is having a little babe”

"It is good to see you back and we’ll, my lord"

"it is good to be back, especially with such a catch might I add, tell the cook to prepare the Stagg for supper, give the wild pig for you and the others"

"you are utmost gracious my lord, the princess is waiting for you in your chambers"

"wonderful, do not let anyone disturb us, I wish to stay by her side until supper is served"

Cregan skipped the way into his chambers, he was too caught up in the rush of the hunt and the excitement of reconnecting with his lady wife to notice the nods and stiff giggles of the servants and guards.

He didn't bother to knock, even if he was indecent there was nothing he hadn't seen, secretly he hoped to see her swollen belly bare, as it grew bigger Cregan had adored to kiss on her belly and rub it as he felt the kicks and moves of their child, together they would make plans for the future, like making sure the babe receives an egg for their cradle or getting a wolf cub as a pet.

"my de-"

"shush, you'll wake her"

medusa had cast her spell over Cregan as his eyes focused on the most extraordinary sight, his lady wife holding their babe while she sat up in their bed. (y/n) had never looked more beautiful in his eyes, her hair falling past her shoulders as her arms wrapped around the child and her big eyes sparkling with joy.

The baby was wrapped in a white blanket and (y/n) slightly rocked it, it almost could fool someone that (y/n) had already given birth to numerous children by the graciousness in her moves, Cregan could pull a chair and watch this for the rest of his days, alas his curiosity and excitement rushed him to her side, sitting right next to his lady wife in awe.

"bless me, when did this happen?"

"last morrow, the labors started hours after you left"

"my strong dragon, you did this without me, I must admit I am slightly wounded"

"I did not want to send someone until I delivered her, make sure she is fine and all"

if it was humanly possible Cregan would swear he could hear her trembling heart, as her pleading eyes uncovered the insufferable pain she went through that held hands tightly with distress and a splash of grief.

(Y/n) ached for the babe she had lost, wondering if it had been a boy to a girl, if it would have their father's eyes, or if they would prefer music over hunting, Cregan felt helpless, watching his love suffer as he also grieved in silence, though now it did not matter, the gods took mercy on them.

At just the perfect queue, the small babe cooed pulling both of them out of their trance, simultaneously the pair looked down at the fruit of their ever-growing bond with humungous smiles and cloudy eyes.

"she is gorgeous, once you fully heal we will throw a feast, I'll send some of my best men for a hunt, you should write to your mother, and ask her if she can find Dornish wine-"

"my lord, let us enjoy her before we present her to the realm, she is barely a morrow old"

"she is a princess, our princess"

"Precisely, our princess, come lay with us"

as much as (y/n) comprehends the weight of duty and the strict order of customs that came with such wonderful news, she had grown up with a mother who had wrapped her and her siblings with a cloak to protect their childhood years, allowing them to be kids amid chaos and now it was her time to step up and build a fort that kept her happy and safe.

Cregan puffed out a breath of defeat before he complied and climbed as carefully as a man of his statue could

“Let me see, oh perfect”

“She will grow out of it”

“She better not, maybe the next one can have slit eyes as well”

“My love, I do not believe I can give birth to a full dragon”

“One can only hope”

Cregan jested as (y/n) laughed, the young babe had inherited her mother's ears, Cregan would often brush (y/n) 's hair away from her face to take a look at her ears, or brush his fingers over them as she laid her head on his chest at night, sometimes (y/n) would slap away his hand while he roared with laughter, others she would just bask in his admiration, thanking whoever took favor in her and gave her the man that loved her, pointy ears and all.

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sinsirellaxx · 1 month

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Unwanted Bride PT. 2

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Warnings: badly written smut (honestly), dub-con, Daemon

A/N: My first time writing real smut – honestly, this was so hard! Also not proofread – because I don't think I can reread this.

You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach as your husband refused the bedding ceremony – you were a shy little thing and Daemon could see right through your attitude. Your whole body had shuddered when he his hand had gripped your hips too tightly while dancing, your cheeks flushing a deep red unable to hold his gaze for longer than a fleeting moment. You were definitely a timid little bird, and he wouldn’t want to put you through the barbaric ritual of people touching you inappropriately. He was going to put you through a lot himself after all.

Daemon stood up from his seat, your eyes glued to his tall figure, swallowing dryly at his intimidating height. You weren’t naïve, you knew what was awaiting you. He could see it in your eyes, the panic and insecurity. Who knows what your friends and family had told you about him or about consummation. Had they even informed you about what to do or what to expect?

Reaching out his hand towards you, the Targaryen prince waited patiently for you to take his hand, his signature grin on his face. Hesitantly you reached out, your fingers surprisingly cold as they softly curled around his hand. Daemon bit back a smirk, he enjoyed watching you fidget and grow more and more insecure as the night wore on – the moment you would become a woman and leave behind the innocence you still possessed growing closer. Gripping your hand tightly he pulled you up and away from the table, not wasting any more time as he pulled you along with him. You let yourself be dragged away with a small gasp, your free hand clumsily moving to bundle your skirts to not trip over the several layers.

As Daemon led you away from the table, he couldn't shake the sense of anticipation that coursed through his veins. There was something exhilarating about having you at his side, something that stirred a primal desire deep within him.

He could feel the weight of your hand in his, the slight tremble of your fingers sending a shiver down his spine. Despite your attempts to conceal your nerves, he could sense the panic and insecurity lurking you felt, and it only served to fuel his own excitement.

With each step you took, Daemon felt a sense of power and control wash over him, a feeling that he relished in as he led you through the crowded hall. It was intoxicating, the way you stumbled along beside him, your skirts billowing around you as you struggled to keep pace with his long strides.

As he glanced down at you, a surge of possessiveness and the need to corrupt swelled within him. You were his now, his to mold and shape as he pleased – a mere sheep waiting to be devoured by a dragon. Poor thing.

Daemon paused in front of the door to your shared chambers, his gaze flickering over your features with a mixture of desire and curiosity. The dim candlelight cast shadows across your face, accentuating the delicate curve of your jaw and the softness of your lips. You didn’t lift your head. You didn’t meet his eyes. You were lost in your thoughts and the troubled look on your face further added to his amusement.

Without wasting another second, Daemon pushed the door open, ushering you inside with his hand on your back – a gentle yet commanding gesture.

As you entered the room with bated breath, the atmosphere shifted, the tension in the room palpable. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, the sound of your breathing the only thing that broke the silence, your breath hitching when you heard the door close – the click of the latch echoing in the quiet room. Your back was still turned to Daemon. You stood helplessly in the middle of the huge room, your head turning to take in your environment as your hands fiddled with your skirt. Daemon smirked as he walked closer to you, the sound of him approaching caused you to flinch and tense up.

There was no going back now. You were alone.

The tall prince stopped right behind you, his chest touching your back. With the way you trembled and tensed up he felt like a predator. The thought shot a wave of arousal straight to his groin. He’d enjoy playing with her.

His warm breath hit the back of her neck – her bare skin breaking out into goosebumps at the close proximity.

“Are you scared, ābrazȳrys?” He murmured against your shoulder, his lips softly ghosting over your skin until he finally presses a lingering kiss there. A shudder ran over your body.

His hands moved to grasp your hips, his lips ghosting over the expanse of your skin until he reached your ear, “I hope you are not too tired, riñītsos. The night is still young.” Daemon whispered hotly before playfully nibbling on your ear.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, his hands moving to unlace the back of your dress with trained fingers, briefly pausing to look for any reaction before he pushed the top of your dress, down, down and down. With every inch of naked skin revealed he could feel you tense up under his ministrations.

How innocent.

Daemon was about to taunt you when the wedding gown finally pooled at your feet, your whole bare body in front of him. With no undergarments except for the barely-there-lingerie made out of pearls and gemstones, hugging your waist and your thighs. The prince’s breath hitched, surprised by the erotic sight in front of him. He had been to many brothels, had been with many lovers – but he had never seen anything like this.

“Fuck.” Daemon chuckled darkly, “My naughty, little wife.”, pulling you into his chest by your hips before his rough hands start roaming your body. You gasped at his possessive and eager touch, his lips back on your neck as his hands groped at your untouched breasts – moaning when he pinched a nipple. “How responsive, ñuha ābrazȳrys.”

Arching your back against his chest, your bottom pressed against his crotch, drawing a low groan from your husband. You felt your face heat with shame. Ashamed for the noises that the prince forced out of you. Ashamed for the way your body reacted to his aggressive touch. You were overwhelmed – not sure what you had expected, because you had heard so much about the promiscuous lifestyle of the Rogue Prince.

Wrapping his strong arms around your middle he lifted you up, drawing a surprised yelp from your lips. With a few long steps he walked up to the bed and threw you on it. You landed on your stomach with a groan, your plush bottom jiggling from the impact and before you could gather yourself or think about the daring position you were in his hands were on your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly, drawing another yelp from you. “W-What are you doing?”

Daemon leaned his forehead against your lower back, his lips ghosting over the plump flesh before biting into it sharply.

“What beautiful ass you have, dear wife.” He groaned, his tongue jutting out to lick over the reddened skin, the pained shriek he pulled from you went straight to his cock. “I’m going to ruin you, riñītsos.”

He briefly stood up from the bed, his hands moving to untie his breeches before pulling his tunic over his head – his eyes never left your body. His lips pulled up into a smirk when you pulled your body up, trying to crawl to the head of the bed and away from him.

“Now where do you think you are going, little bird?” His right hand shot out to wrap around your right ankle, pulling you towards him with a swift movement. He immediately climbed on top of you, his groin pressing into your ass as he leaned his upper body on your back. With a hand, he moved your long hair to one side of your shoulders, his lip latching onto your neck with the intent to mark you as his. “Don’t be scared, riñītsos.” He whispered in your ear before continuing his ministrations on your neck. “You’re mine from now on. Ñuhon. And I take good care of what is mine.”

His hands were back on your hips, gripping and groping before his right hand moved lower. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me?”

Daemon knew you wouldn’t comply – you were still too overwhelmed by the situation – by his aggression. You probably had expected him to be more patient with you – maybe even be disinterested. Yet how could he be? Your body would even weaken the knees of any celibate monk – seduction incarnate. Who was he to withstand seduction?

When you didn’t move your legs and only whimpered into the pillow, he took it into his own hands. Wedging both his legs between your closed thighs he forced them wide open.

“There is no reason to be bashful, ābrazȳrs. Your body belongs to me by law – you belong to me by law.” He tutted when your muscles tensed, your face pressed into the pillow as you desperately tried to distance yourself from the situation.

Daemon did not waste more time before his fingers moved between your lower lips, spreading them apart before slightly dipping into your tight hole with his ring finger. “You’re already so wet – like a wanton whore.” He hotly breathed against your ear. “You can try to hide all you want but your body can’t.” Applying more pressure, he slowly pushed his middle finger in – your walls immediately clamping down on him, trying to push him out again.

“It hurts …” Your eyes burned from the weird burning sensation. At first you found it barbaric that he wanted to take you from behind during your first time – you had always imagined your wedding night to be more intimate – but now you were glad he couldn’t see your face.

“Fuck,” He murmured, his cock twitching in anticipation. You were so tight. His impatience was wearing thing. He quickly started moving his finger, trying to get you to loosen up a bit. Yet Daemon was not known for being patient, as another finger quickly followed the first one, the action drawing a hiss from you.

“Shh … you’re doing well.” He peppered kisses onto your back, hoping the gesture would be soothing. Pulling out his fingers, he lifted your hips off the bed with his hands, his chest still glued to your back. “Don’t worry, I’ll be slow.” Daemon whispered, kissing your head while one of his hands wrapped around his already erect member. Lining up with your reddened hole, he slid the head of his cock through your slit a few times – gathering the moisture before slowly applying pressure against your hole.

Your breath hitched at the blinding pain, your mouth falling open as your fingers dug into the soft covers underneath you – you felt like you were being split open. You knew it was going to be painful, but you hadn’t expected this.

His jaw clenched immediately from the strain, his hand on your hip drawing soft circles on your skin as he breached through your maidenhead, pushing continuously until he was fully sheathed inside. While he waited for you to catch your breath, it took every ounce of strength in him not to rail you into the mattress with the way your hot, velvety walls clung onto his cock. Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, waiting for your cunt to relax enough for him to start moving.

You breathed through the pain, silently thanking Daemon for giving you time to adjust. After a short while, the sharp pain turned in a dull ache and you took it as a sign to slightly wiggle your hips to test the waters. Daemon’s grip on your hip tightened, pushing the gemstones and pearls of your bead belt into your skin as he reciprocated the action with a shallow thrust that had you gasping. Your gasp soon turned into a low moan as he started thrusting into you like a starved man, his free hand snaking around your hip to your clit, circling the sensitive bud with his fingers. You clenched around him, moaning loudly as he pushed you to your limit.

“P-please!” You moaned, not knowing what you were asking for.

“Please what, ābrazȳrys? Use your words.” Daemon managed to grit out, his fingers continuing playing with your pearl, his hips picking up speed as he chased both of your peaks.

You were embarrassed. You truly were – but you couldn’t care less as you moaned loudly at a particularly deep thrust. “P-please, don’t stop.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, as he angled his hips differently, hitting a soft spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. Your whole body tensed, your cunt spasming around him as you pulled him over the edge as well. With a loud grunt, he spilled his load inside, his thrusts slowing down, riding out his orgasm until he stopped completely.

Catching his breath, he pulled out softly, lifting his upper body to look at his spent leaking out of your bloodied, swollen opening. The sight awakening a new wave of possessiveness in him. You were his wife. His little, timid wife.

"You are mine now."

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parkerslatte · 7 months

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Deals With Our Devils || Prologue

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Part Summary: Y/N sets out to leave the Night Court and finds a warm welcome when she least expects it.

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The whole house was quiet, the only exception to this was the harsh winds from the winter season. It provided Y/N the perfect cover to leave undetected, armed with nothing but the bag on her back and the knife strapped to her thigh. The decision to leave was easy, almost too easy for the history she shared with those she was abandoning. But it needed to be done, she was dangerous.

It was easy enough to step out into the harsh winds but what Y/N found hard was stepping away from her home– from her family. With every step, her body seemed to get heavier like the ground was trying to pull her in. Her homeland didn’t seem to want to let her go. Y/N fought against her own feet as she walked away. That magnetic force that seemed to pull her back to the house lessened the further away she walked. But it didn’t make it easier.

Her heart was heavy. Everything within her was screaming to turn around and act like she hadn’t tried to run away. Y/N’s heart tried to convince herself that what she was doing was stupid but her head knew that it was the correct decision. It was the only thing she could do to protect her family.

Y/N stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at the house one final time. There was one light on and a pang of guilt rang through Y/N. Before she could even contemplate returning, Y/N spun on her heel and walked away, knowing that it was the last time she would ever see that house again.

When her family awoke that morning, they found Y/N gone. Her scent lingered but it was clear she wasn’t in the house. She was no longer in Velaris. Y/N was gone.

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It was four months of travelling around the continent before Y/N ended up in the small Kingdom of Vassuryn. Y/N was desperate by the time she got there. The moon was high in the sky and Y/N’s mouth was dry. She hadn’t eaten in nearly a week and water had been sparse from her traverse across the desert. Her hair was matted and her clothes were torn and shredded from weeks in the harsh environment. Y/N passed out on the doorstep to the palace.

When she awoke she was greeted by the high carved stone ceiling and silk curtains in the colours of the kingdom draped across the windows blocking out the bright midday sun. Healers were crowded around her bed checking on her and the injuries she had sustained on her journey.

“Where am I?” Y/N asked no one in particular.

The healers crowding her stilled at her voice as they talked in hushed whispers in a language Y/N didn’t understand.

“We found you on our doorstep,” A commanding voice echoed throughout the healing chambers.

Despite her aching body, Y/N turned in the direction of the voice. She wore a crown on the top of her head of glittering gold, complimenting the warm brown tone of her skin. Her dark hair was braided down the middle of her back, streaks of grey mixing with the black.

“Who are you?” Y/N muttered, trying to sit up in the bed.

“I am Queen of Vassuryn,” the woman said, stepping further into the room. “It is you that we do not know and is currently a threat to my kingdom.”

“I’m just passing by,” Y/N said. Her voice was hoarse. She hadn’t used it in weeks. “I am from Prythian in the Night Court. I left four months ago.”

The Queen hummed. “Why did you leave?”

Y/N stiffened. “I would prefer not to talk about it, your highness.”

The Queen’s stern demeanour seemed to falter for a moment as a flash of amusement passed over her face. “Did you commit an act of murder?”

“No!” Y/N exclaimed. “I simply needed to leave because I was a danger to my family.”

“In what way?” The Queen questioned. “If you were a threat to your family, there is a high possibility that you are a threat to me and my people.”

Y/N dipped her head down. “Please, I don’t wish to stay long. I only wish to gather food and water and be on my way.”

“And where will you go?” The Queen questioned, curiosity lingering in her amber eyes.

“I am not sure,” Y/N admitted. “As of right now, I only wish to get as far away from my family as I can.”

“You are from Prythian,” The Queen stated. “Surely Vassuryn is far enough.”

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t wish to endanger you or your people, you have been kind already by healing me.”

“Endanger us how?” The Queen asked, her eyes narrowing.

Y/N looked into the Queen’s eyes. They were inviting though there was an essence of power there that lingered beneath the layer of warmth and kindness. For reasons Y/N couldn’t explain, she trusted the queen. After all, she had helped her in a time of need where she thought she was surely to die.

“I have a power,” Y/N said. She held her hand up and a blue surge of power seemed to wrap around her fingers and trailed up her arm. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, it threatened to break free. The small amount she allowed to be seen was the only thing she trusted not to fall out of her control. “I don’t fully understand it and I feel myself losing control of it.”

“Fascinating,” the Queen said, watching the power dance between Y/N’s fingers before disappearing into thin air. “Truly fascinating.”

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t believe it is. I only cause pain.”

“That is because you don’t know how to control it,” the Queen said.

“I don’t want to control it,” Y/N replied. “I want to rid myself of it. This power is a curse.”

“It is not a curse, Y/N,” the Queen said. “It is a gift.”

Y/N was not sure how the Queen had known her name as she hadn't told him.

The Queen, noticing the look of questioning in Y/N’s eyes, answered, “I knew your name because I possess a power of my own. You see, Y/N, I have been awaiting your arrival for months.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “How?”

“A glimpse into the future,” the Queen answered.

“You’re a seer,” Y/N stated. She had never met a seer before and their power had always fascinated her.

“Correct,” the Queen said, a soft smile gracing her pretty face. “And I have seen the troubles you have faced, Y/N.”

Y/N’s face fell.

“Don’t worry,” the Queen said. “I promise not to tell of your secrets, only if you tell no one of mine.”

“Your secrets?” Y/N questioned. “But you have told me none.”

A twinkle of mischief appeared in the Queen’s eyes. “Not yet, but if I might teach you how to control your power then I will need to share a few of my secrets along the way.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “You wish to teach me?”

The Queen nodded. “I was in your position once before where I didn’t have anyone to help me control my powers. I nearly went mad before I met an elderly human woman who helped me.”

“A human helped you control your powers?” Y/N asked.

“Yes,” the Queen replied, her gaze drifting off as in memory. “She was an amazing woman. She taught me everything I knew about control. When I see another female or male struggling with power that they don’t understand, I reach out my hand. Many have not taken it and have driven themselves mad, but the ones who have taken it were grateful. Some are even around you now.”

“The healers?” Y/N questioned.

The Queen nodded. “I can help you, Y/N. You don’t need to suffer in silence.”

Y/N closed her eyes. Ever since she had left the Night Court she could still see the blood splatters and she swore she could see them in everything she looked at. The clouds seemed to mock her as they always formed in the shape of that first blood splatter. Maybe if she took the Queen’s offer, they would all disappear. Maybe Y/N herself would learn how to erase them.

“May I think on it?”

“Of course,” the Queen said, rising from the empty bed she had been sitting on. “I shall be back in one day’s time for your answer. Please feel free to explore the palace while you think. Perhaps you may find a sign that will help you come to a decision faster.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, dipping her head to the Queen respectfully.

Y/N didn’t explore the palace as when the Queen had left the room, she had already come to a decision. A decision that would greatly affect her entire future. And with that decision Y/N stayed within Vassuryn for two centuries.

#azriel #azriel angst #azriel fluff #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acotar x reader #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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What Does She Know? - Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon II x Fem!Reader

Warnings: G.O.T

Word count: 943

Summary: Alicent may love to put her children down, but Y/n won’t stand for it to affect her betrothed anymore.

Authors Note: I really do think if he had someone who really loved and cared about him he’d be SO different! Same for Aemond.

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“Why do you behave like this?” Alicent scoffed in disgust at her son. She was angered and annoyed at Aegon’s behaviors, no matter what it may be.

“Behave like what?” Aegon questioned with squinted eyes. He had completely closed in on himself, expecting the usual if not new degrading comments she always told him. Sure he was use to it, it's been happening all his life but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“A monster. A little boy desperate for attention that believes since he’s a prince he can do whatever he wants without any consequences.” Alicent sneered at her son. She despised her and Viserys' children. They all seemed to have the confidence and arrogance of the Targaryens. Nothing in them reminded her of the Hightowers.

Aegon did not answer her after that. He just looked down trying not to let his emotions show in her presence. Aegon was done with showing weakness in front of her.

“Pathetic.” She spat before turning around and leaving Aegon’s chambers she had practically barged into.

A few moments later, after hearing the door slam Y/n peeked her head out of the hidden passageway she had rushed to when they heard Alicent outside his door. “Aegon?”

When she didn’t get a reply Y/n came out and walked towards where Aegon was seated on the end of his bed. She had heard everything the so called Queen had said to Aegon and Y/n was fuming on the inside. How dare she treat and say things like that to him. Her own son and a prince.

“She’s right, you know. I’m a monster.” Aegon mumbled looking down to his lap feeling immensely insecure since his mothers rant.

Y/n immediately shook her head, not agreeing with his statement at all. “No you are not. You are not a monster.”

“That's not what my mother says.” He spoke in a whisper.

“And what does she know? Rhaenyra was her best friend and look how she treats her? Look how she treats you and your siblings? She doesn’t know anything. Definitely nothing good or correct.” Y/n exclaimed lifting his chin to look at her as she talked, but Y/n knew it was because he was listening but the negative thoughts were still in his mind.

“I don’t understand why she take it out on us? On me?” He questioned out loud not to anyone in particular.

Since their betrothal Y/n had seen the toxic environment in King's Landing, in the castle. Between the Hightowers and the Targaryens. Including between Alicent and her own children.

“Because she’s upset that she had to marry your father. But you know what, she should grow up and act like a lady. Like a queen. That’s the way life is for a woman. Especially a woman born with any type of title. We don’t get to choose who we marry, or how many kids we have. Nothing. You just are forced to grin and bare it but the least she could do is protect and care for her children. Be supportive to her so-called friend that she had to marry the father of.” Y/n ranted but she had a point. To everything she said, it was all very true. Aegon listened intently to what Y/n had said and it pained him. In the short time they had known each other Aegon had really grown to love the woman in front of him. And to hear how she as a woman had no say in anything, that really hurt him to think that might be how she thinks their relationship is going to be once they marry. Aegon reached out to hold her hands.

“Is that how you feel with me? With our arranged marriage? That you have no choice and that all you’ll be good for is having my children?” Aegon asked question after question. He truly hoped he could make her feel like his equal. “Cause that's not how I want our relationship to be. I want to be good enough for you. That you want me even if we are already arranged and have no real say. I want us to fall in love with one another and not spite each other. I don’t want to force you to have a ton of heirs just so we can please the court and the people. I don’t want to please anyone other than you.”

Y/n was stunned by his words, not having thought he was worrying about such things.

Y/n squeezed his hands and then let one go and reached up to cup the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Looking into his eyes when she spoke. “Aegon. You have been an exception to what I said. You have treated me very kindly since we’ve gotten to know one another and I greatly appreciate that you seek out my advice. That you care about my opinion on things, that you don’t want to force me into anything or let anyone hurt me. That you actually care about me and I’m not just some slave your meant to fake love and breed with. I want to please you as well Aegon. But the difference is for us it’s because we love each other, truly love each other. That we want to please each other. Not out of duty.”

Aegon shook his head, feeling a weight lifted off his chest. “It will never be out of duty.”

Aegon pulled Y/n onto his lap into a kiss he hoped betrayed the love he felt for her and appreciation for her believing in him.

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bones4thecats · 4 months

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Hello, there. I would like to request Ace, Deuce, Malleus, and Silver with a reader who can manipulate the environment around her? From turning a lush, flowery land into a frozen wasteland to transforming a dessert into an aquatic paradise, she changes the environment around herself when practicing magic.

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Malleus Draconia, and Silver Vanrouge Name: {Character} with an S/O that can manipulate environments Requester: Anonymous

A/N: This is a very neat request, Anon! When I was writing this, I was thinking about Tinkerbell and how the different fairies basically change their surroundings with their separate magic styles, so, this may have hints at those here.

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🪅 Ace was getting moodier by the day

🪅 There was so much damn snow on the ground that the whole dorm of Heartslabyul was working on making sure their sidewalks and everything else was uncovered and shimmering correctly, according to those numerous rules

🪅 He was shoveling the sidewalk leading to the actual dorm with Deuce when he heard the sound of your boots pushing snow down as you walked up to them

" I see you are busy, shall I come by another time? "

🪅 Ace snapped his head and threw the shovel down so he could sink to his knees and grab your legs, puppy-eyeing you as you chuckled

" Don't leave me here! This is torture! Help me, please! "

🪅 You smiled and yelled for the surrounding students to back away from the areas they were working on, and before Riddle could ask you what you were doing, the snow suddenly was rising by his eyes

🪅 Your boyfriend laughed as you made some snowballs out of them before making small statues out of the frozen water-balls

🪅 The rest of Heartslabyul thanked you, along with Trey and Riddle, who were getting tired themselves, since there was so much snow that fell that passing week

🪅 Smiling and hugging you from behind, Ace trembled as he felt you touch him with a snow-covered hand, and as he jumped off you and began to run inside his dorm, he couldn't help but think about how you were able to do that, you were also a first year...

🪅 Oh shit you hit him with a snowball-

♠️ This poor guy was freaking the hell out

♠️ The roses in Heartslabyul had seemingly overgrown while they were gone for winter, and when they returned, the snow was so crowded that it took multiple third years to pry them open

♠️ Thankfully, you seemed to be happy, however the hell that makes him happy, we'll never know

♠️ Deuce looked over at you as you threw a snowball at Ace, causing him to fall over and chase you around with his own snowball

♠️ He smiled as you messed around, the fear of getting caught by Riddle slowly hiding itself behind the loving memories of seeing your smile whenever it snowed or when the flowers bloomed

" Ace Trappola! Y/N L/N! Get working! We don't have all day! "

♠️ You and Ace stopped to look back at Riddle when he yelled, Deuce tried listening in on what you shared friend was whispering in your ear

♠️ When you touched the snow and chanted your unique magic's words, Deuce froze and observed as the snow began to melt away around the rose trees and building, and the flowers began to grow back and seemingly shimmer with their blush-inducing color

♠️ His housewarden stopped in his tracks and sighed, what else did he expect to happen? You always loved messing around with the surrounding seasons

♠️ Why, just before it said it was going to snow, you had made it so warm that some students believed they hibernated through winter and it was now summer!

♠️ Deuce squealed as you began to drag him to the mirror chamber's entrance from the dorm, the sound of cheers from his fellow students being hidden behind your rambles on the different seasons and how they changed

🐉 Malleus was isolated for pretty much his whole life, and watching the seasons change was one of his favorite pass-times, and his favorite seasonal change was when it leaked from fall to winter

🐉 Your fae boyfriend was walking behind you as the leaves fell, and he asked you a simple question

" My treasure, you have asked me about my preferred seasonal change. And, if I may inquire, what is your favored time of the year? "

🐉 You smiled and looked into his green eyes as they shimmered with such vibrancy against the dull and dead-colored surroundings

🐉 Answering with delicacy, you just replied with waving your hand on the ground, making him stop and watch as small roses grew from the ground

🐉 It was far to cold out for the beautiful and delicate blooms to actually spring from the ground right now, did you perhaps have something to do with it?

" I prefer spring myself, but, the other seasons are quite nice as well. It's like the circle of life, life leads to death, and death eventually leads to life once more. "

🐉 Malleus smiled and chuckled as you lightly cut the roses off their stems and plucked the thorns off before lacing them in his hair, creating a small braid-like piece behind him

🐉 You somehow surprise him in the funniest ways, how ironic

⚔️ Silver never really could stay up long enough to watch a season fully swap, as in some locations in Briar Valley, magic is so strong that the seasons could change in the matter of minutes

⚔️ But, this year, when he found out from Lilia that you adored watching the seasons change, just because it was a slow and beautiful process, he decided to try staying up for as long as he could

⚔️ He loves seeing you smile, and he would rather dishonor himself than make you anything other than happy

⚔️ Like you could get mad at him, but still

⚔️ You smiled as you walked around Briar Valley with the Diasomnia group, you were all wearing your winter gear, since it was to change to winter soon

⚔️ And once you all reached your destination and planted yourself in place, they all could see how excited you were

⚔️ Silver hugged you from behind, trying to fight his urges of closing his eyes for a long-awaited nap, but, when he heard you shift and felt you start standing up, he officially awoke and cocked an eyebrow at your actions

⚔️ You looked down at your boyfriend and friends and asked them a fairly oblivious-ensuing question

" Do you guys wanna see something truly remarkable? "

⚔️ When Lilia chanted his approval, your eyes became white as the clouds thickened and eventually erupted with snow as your fingertips were graced over with the smallest snowflake-pattern ever seen

⚔️ Silver looked at you as the natural snow began to fall right afterwards, and while Sebek yelled about how you had 'ruined his Waka-sama's chance at seeing the snow for the first time outside of home', your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you and napped, you really were perfect for him

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marvel-snape-writes · 6 months

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Being of the Jealous Kind

Snape x original female character

18+ smutty smutty smut smut

7.5k+ words of grumpy Snape smut 😋✌️

Eleanor is in her first stint of training to teach at Hogwarts. Severus Snape had been the teacher she had been most curious about ever since she was his student. Since time had passed from their teacher/student days, they have caught each other's eyes on more than one occasion. The annual party was underway for all to attend, regardless of teacher, student, or status. Severus Snape attended the party, 25% because he felt it obligatory to do so being in his position, 75% because he wanted to see *her*. Jealousy overcomes him and he manages to get a message to her, inviting her to meet him in his chamber at Hogwarts... will either of them get their happy ending?

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” Her voice was slightly timid and her knock a little unsure, never having been summoned to his chamber before.

First there was silence for what felt like too long, but she exhaled quietly when she heard footsteps coming toward the door — half from relief and half from fear. Her heartbeat stalled as she heard the large metal lock unclasp from behind the door, almost as if he was purposely slowing down the process of opening it. His scent was the first thing to escape the room from around the crack in the door as it gradually opened; a dark musk like tobacco mixed with whisky, the knowing that he did not smoke and hardly drank only adding to the mystery of him. It was not too strong to overwhelm but strong enough to wrap you up and draw you in.

His shadow was the second thing to pass through the door; a dominant, broad figure, even a little unnerving, but from over the time of knowing him she could almost swear he carried himself like that on purpose. His eyes ran their way from the floor until they pierced hers, her breath hitching in her throat from the intimidating intimacy he always brought to that moment regardless of where you were or whose company you were in.

“Y-You wanted to—” She repeated shyly before swallowing hard as he cut her off;

“Yes,” He spoke simply, his voice lowering now, “I heard you the first time.”

She pressed her lips together and gazed down at her feet, the silence from before now even more deafening with his eyes upon her. He bit the inside of his lip and squinted his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose before pushing the door open a little further as if he had made a subconscious decision in his head before doing so.

“Come.” He said softly, gesturing for her to step inside his chamber.

She followed him inside and swallowed hard when she heard the door shut behind them. Her eyes scanned the room as he now walked in front of her, stopping at his arm chair but not sitting down in it.

“It will never not feel odd to stand in front of you as a colleague instead of a student.” She half laughed, trying to create conversation into the stale environment.

“And, yet, you still know your place…” He spoke quietly, though loud enough for her to hear.

“I…” She paused for a moment, unsure whether to acknowledge what he said or not, “I’m sorry?” She dared herself to say.

“No matter.” He flashed her half a smile this time, “How was the party?”

“Well, you were there… and then you weren't.” She squinted her eyes, looking up at him.

“I am aware I was there, but that is not what I asked…” His eyes met hers, though his expression was more of a glare, “How. Was. The. Party?”

She pressed her lips together from the way he spoke to her and held her hands in front of her, playing with her fingers.

“It wasn’t bad, thank you…” She spoke quietly, only looking at him briefly, “Is that why you asked of me?”

“It may be related to the matter at hand.” His tone returned to normal, stepping further into the room.

“The matter at hand, Professor?” She squinted her eyes.

“Tell me, do you still feel the need to address me as ‘Professor‘ now that we are working alongside each other?” He arched a brow, though a smirk threatened his lips.

“It is your title, is it not?” She looked at him properly this time.

“Correct.” He nodded, gazing over at her for a brief moment before busying himself by dusting one of his book shelves, “Though, I would be a fool to say I don't find it somewhat… one of your more attractive natures, calling me that.”

“Professor?” She tried her best not to show how shocked his comment made her.

“Hm.” Was the only noise he muttered, his back now completely to her.

She watched him as he moved from one book shelf to the next while dusting along each surface, his cloak moving along with him each time and his hair flowing over the top of his collar. She stood there in silence just watching him, though this wasn’t the first time she had found herself in this position. Not in his chamber, but certainly out of it. She admired the way he carried himself; he was harsh when he needed to be and you often felt like you were walking on egg shells around him, but that was almost what attracted her more too him — his power and status. If he was so delightfully forceful when he wasn’t happy with you, the mind boggled at how he would be if he desired you. And that had been the first thought on her mind ever since he was her professor and she was his student.

She decided to play with him, taunt him.

“I was not expecting for Barnaby to ask me to dance with him…” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, tilting her head slightly as she continued to watch him, “Though, I suppose I should've expected it since he did ask me to go with him.”

“Enough.” He spoke softly, his hand pausing with his index finger against the spine of one of his books but his back still facing her.

“He couldn’t really dance,” She giggled, pretending she hadn’t heard him as she continued to taunt, “I think I’ll go back to him now and see if he gets any better throughout the night.”

“I said enough!” His voice was more stern this time, spinning around smoothly and causing his cloak to rise into the air from the draft of air his sudden movement caused.

Her breath caught in her throat from his sudden outburst, lips parting when she saw the look upon his face. His jaw clenched the moment their eyes met and his hands were now held behind his back, exhaling quietly through his nose.

“Sorry, Professor…” She spoke shyly, her eyes still on him, “Shall I excuse myself?”

His eyes squinted, hands clenched behind him as his eyes burned into her before finally speaking softly, “No.”

“No, professor?” She scowled slightly, his intimidating shadow now looming over her as she stepped a little closer to him, “Professor?” She repeated into the silence.

“Stop… S-Stop…” He shook his head, turning around as he groaned out his words, “Stop calling me ‘Professor’.” His teeth gritted, trying to busy himself with dusting his bookshelves again.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” She asked, watching as his cleaning became more erratic.

“It would appear, Miss, that in the time from entering my chamber to now, you have forgotten your place.” His voice remained monotone.

“My apologies…” She bit the inside of her cheek, daring herself to push him even further, “Professor.”

“Don't push it.” The rising anger was heard in his short tempered voice, enunciating each word perfectly.

“It surprises me that someone of your status or power doesn't prefer to be called by that title,” She stepped closer to him, “Or insist.”

“I’ll tell you what I insist…” He grumbled under his breath.

“Yes?” She held her breath slightly, awaiting a loud response from the Professor but pressing her lips together when he remained silent, only letting out small huffs as he dusted along his bookshelf, “Well, alright. I won't talk to your back any longer. Thank you for… whatever this was, but I must be getting back to Barnaby.”

The mixture of her words and her fading footsteps as she turned to walk away caused him to spin around even faster than before, knocking off a couple of books in the process. He raised his wand and fixed the lock on the door, preventing her from leaving.

“Prof…” She tried to say as she turned back around, eyes wide.

“I insist you listen,” He stepped closer to her, “You may leave my chamber when you wish, but please allow me to explain myself…”

She nodded but remained silent.

“Have you let it go unnoticed how we have so often appeared fond of one another? I must admit, as a colleague, you have caught my eye on more than one occasion…” He spoke whilst looking at his feet, his arms now behind his back again.

“I don't understand…” She tried to act like she hadn't found his intense presence wildly alluring even before they had made the teacher-to-student to colleague-to-colleague jump.

“Tell me, Miss Eleanor, do I strike you as the kind of person who would willingly attend an event such as this evening?” He asked, tilting his head as they closed the gap between them a little more, “I think the manor in which I have behaved since inviting you here has proved I am not a… social man.”

“Then why did you…” She gazed up at him with narrowed eyebrows, holding her hands nervously in front of her.

“I came for you…” His tone had never sounded so sincere than it had in that moment, hesitantly raising his hands in want of holding her face within them.

“But… you didn't even talk to me.” She pouted her lips, keeping her eyes on his.

“I’m sorry, I…” He paused, lips still parted as he now cupped her face in his hands, “I saw you and words… failed me.”

“Professor Snape, you…” She spoke quietly, placing her hands against his biceps.

“Stop… calling… me…” He inhaled sharply, their faces now closer, “Please call me ’Severus’.”

“Is this you ‘insisting’, hm?” She bit her lip and giggled, squeezing his biceps in her hands as she leaned up on her tiptoes.

“I have grown so tired of admiring from afar…” Were the final words to leave his lips before they were met with Eleanor’s.

Eleanor’s entire body froze. This was something she had thought about, daydreamed about even, at the back of his class for almost as long as she could remember. She could sense the hesitance in the way he exhaled after the kiss, almost as if he had just remembered that once upon a time they were student and teacher. Eleanor grasped onto the opening of his cloak, breathing shakily against his lips. She dared to lean up and brush their lips together faintly again, letting him know that she was okay, this was okay. A shiver ran through her when she heard the soft whimper escape the Professor’s lips. His large hands brought her even closer to him, their heads tilting now and becoming more comfortable in the kiss as it grew deeper.

They stumbled about the room as their lips parted, hands back and forth from being in one another’s hair and then to their clothes. Grunts left their mouthes, then a giggle from Eleanor as the Professor lightly bumped her up against one of his book shelves.

“S—Sorry…” The apology hardly even became vocal from the intensity of their kisses.

“Shh, let’s go over here.” Eleanor whispered, leading him with his cloak in her fists over to his large armchair but not breaking the kiss.

The Professor felt the hot flush rising through his body as he willingly followed, his hands settling against her hips once the backs of his legs touched the armchair. Eleanor reached up with both hands to place them upon his shoulders, gesturing for him to sit down in it. He did, lips parting as the kiss broke.

“Sit, Professor…” She bit her lip, standing between his parted legs.

“I am not going to ask you again…” He inhaled sharply as she leaned over him, “Stop. Calling. Me. ‘Professor’.”

“Why, hm?” She felt a flicker of cockiness, gazing down into his eyes, “Does it turn you on when people address you as ‘Professor’?”

“Do not be absurd, I work with children who call me that on a daily basis.” He glared up at her, palms against his knees.

The look he gave her made her want to give herself over to him in that instant, the look he would give when he was most displeased with someone’s behaviour. The look that drove her wild regardless of the setting; him being her teacher as a student or him being her teacher learning the ropes as a colleague. It was an expression that had always sent her head spiralling into different ways that she would allow him to take out whatever he was feeling upon her. It always amazed her how quickly he could switch.

“Then, what is it?” She asked, now standing with her hands on her hips.

“It’s the way you say it… the way your lips form the words, the tone of your voice…” He exhaled quietly, biting his lip for a moment before gazing up at her, hardly able to believe he was admitting it, “Frankly, my dear, it makes me weak. Vulnerable, almost. The way you insist on addressing me like so… even though we are now to work alongside each other.”

“But other colleagues call you it, don't they?” She squinted her eyes.

“You are missing the point…” He shook his head, the glare still upon his face.

“Hm?” She tilted her head, trying her best not to smirk.

“It’s you.” He spoke simply, “Come down here.”

“Why?” She tried to push it as far as possible.

“Because your Professor told you to.” His voice was even lower than usual, not quite a command but gravelly enough to turn her legs to jelly.

Eleanor immediately fell into his lap, placing her hands against his shoulders as she felt his arms wrap around her. Their lips smacked together and Eleanor’s fingers found themselves in his hair, tugging at it slightly with several grunts from his lips that followed.

“Eleanor, wait…” He breathed against her lips, unwillingly pulling back.

“Professor Snape, I never had you down as such a tease…” She scoffed playfully when she felt him pull back, her hands still in his hair, “Though, I guess with the power you hold within your position here at Hogwarts you are used to getting your own way as and when you please.”

He paused, swallowing hard as he gazed up at her. He didn't know how much longer he could hold down the fiery desire within him, but something was still holding him back. The position he found himself in, in that moment was what he could've only dreamed of since seeing her at the party, but he was unsure if she, too, felt the same. Little did he know, Eleanor had been having thoughts such as these for a while now, but how would she have ever plucked up the courage to approach one of the most powerful men in the business?

“I am indeed well aware of the power that my position holds and the upper hand that I have over many,” He narrowed his eyebrows, sincerity in his eyes and her cheek cupped in one of his large palms, his thumb faintly skimming over her bottom lip as he spoke, “But I will not allow that to take advantage of something so delicate… without willing reciprocation.”

“Then, you shall have it.” There was barely room for a breath in between his words and her response, her hands now darting to unfasten the cravat around his collar.

Very few breaths were taken between the desperate kisses, Snape’s hands now finding themselves at the zip at the back of her dress. Eleanor nudged herself forward slightly against his lap when she heard the soft groan escape from his lips and smirked when his groan grew louder from her movement. Skilfully, she rid him of the cravat completely and began to unbutton his collar, letting out a shaky breath against his lips when she felt how much his hands were shaking against the fastening of her dress and compared it to how swiftly he locked the door to his chamber, wondering why he didn't resort to the same device to rid her of her dress.

“I would give up spells, potions and power forever for just one chance to tear your clothes off with my bare hands.” He wheezed against her lips, tugging at the zip.

“Do as you please, Professor…” Eleanor whispered, trailing one of her hands down the front of his body.

She mirrored the speed in which he unzipped her dress with the speed she moved her hand down his body, reaching the front of his pants at the same time as he had pulled the zip all the way down. She edged her hand closer to grasping the now evident bulge in the crotch of his pants before teasingly raising both arms above her head to allow him to pull the dress from her body completely. Once the dress was rid of her completely and tossed carelessly to the floor, the Professor’s hands found her breasts, massaging them gently as Eleanor’s hand fell back to his crotch, palming at it slowly. Her free hand placed against his cheek, their tongues tangling briefly before Snape’s breathing was unsteady and he trapped her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it out as he felt her fingertips now working their way along his clothed erection.

“Are you sure you're doing all of this without magic?” She teased against his lips, “Surely a man of your age is biologically incapable of getting aroused so quickly.”

“Watch your fucking mouth.” He snapped in a quick whisper, earning a sudden moan from her as a result of squeezing her breasts harder as if in some form of punishment.

“Or what?” She found the head of his cock through the material of his pants, pressing her thumb against it.

“You don't even want to know…” He hissed through clenched teeth, the sensitivity of his length sending bolts throughout his body as Eleanor applied more pressure with her thumb.

“Oh, but, I think I do… Sir.” She gazed down at him with a devilish grin, gasping with a soft giggle when she felt his cock twitch against her fingers from the way she addressed him.

Snape lifted his hand to draw her back down into a harsh kiss, tongues immediately touching as she began to grind over his crotch. His moans passed through her lips, feeling himself straining against the material even more than before. Her hands shuffled along to the opening of his pants and began her attempt at tugging them open, gasping when she felt her bra coming apart from the back.

“Mm, what happened to ‘no magic’?” She smirked against his lips, pulling her bra off completely and dropping it to the floor before focusing her hands back on the button of his pants.

“You are causing me to run out of patience…” He spoke uneasily, parting his legs a little further as she managed to unbutton his pants, now fumbling with the zip.

“Sorry, Professor, let me…” She pushed his crotch open fully and reached into the front of his underwear, “Speed things up a little.”

The Professor felt his breath hitch in his throat when he felt Eleanor’s hand wrap around his warm, hardened length. Their kisses became more clumsy, leaving him hardly even able to concentrate as she began to pump her hand up and down his now impatiently pulsing cock, releasing it from his clothes completely to allow her wrist more ease of movement.

“Mmmh…” He whimpered against her lips, his eyes rolling back from the contact of her hand alone.

“Is that nice, Professor?” She whispered seductively, kissing him back just as roughly as she received.

“Don't speak.” He responded bluntly, claiming her lips urgently as precum began to pool at the tip of his cock already.

Eleanor was a little taken back by his response, but little did she know the touch starved reason behind it; her words and actions combined could easily become too much too soon for the aging, deprived Professor. He had to ease himself into it.

Eleanor’s lips parted into the kiss when she felt the sticky string of precum slide down the shaft of his length and onto her fingers, helping with the ease of her jerking motions which in turn sped up. She felt him fidget beneath her and thrust his hips up into her hand a little in order to stress his need. Her thumb brushed under the head of his cock faintly each time her hand slid up to the top, making his breathing change drastically each time. He was barely even kissing her at this point, just eyes tightly shut as her hand blissfully slid up and down his length.

“O—Off, off…” He repeated the word as if in an uneasy stutter, his hands now grasping at the material of her underwear against her hips.

“Anything you want…” She smirked, ridding herself of her underwear completely and placing her hands against his shoulders. Snape narrowed his eyebrows from the new lack of contact against his cock, longing for her to be all over him again.

“Listen to me…” Snape breathed out heavily, swallowing hard as he gazed up into her heavy eyes, “I fucking need this. Do not disappoint me.”

Eleanor felt her heart flutter from his words alone, trying to remember the amount of times she had pictured this exact scene in her mind. Quickly, she snapped herself out of it.

“If you would like to guide me into how not to disappoint you, Professor, be my guest.” She lifted her hips, hovering over him.

She allowed her gaze to fall down to his aching, unattended length — proudly creating a shadow over his lower stomach as it longed for more attention. Her lips parted and her grip on his shoulders tightened, reaching down with one hand to line him up with her perfectly. She leaned in to kiss him again as her hips desperately tried to sit over him at the same time as their lips touching. That was, however, until she found his large hands clamped against her hips and therefore preventing her from moving whatsoever.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked, glaring at her once more as he tried to calm his breathing.

“I— I’m sorry, I…” She swallowed hard, both hands now trembling against his shoulders, “I thought that was… w-was what you wanted.”

“I said listen to me,” He spoke lowly, now enjoying taunting her despite the built up arousal he held himself, “You need to make your decent slowly.”

Eleanor lost her breath from his words and kept her eyes on his with parted lips as she followed his instructions, slowly lowering herself over him completely and watching as his jaw clenched from each movement.

“L—Like that?” She asked shyly before biting her lip as he filled her completely.

Snape nodded once before speaking, “Don't move yet.”

Eleanor’s eyes squinted, hands continuing to tremble against his shoulders as he leaned forward to reach behind him, pulling his cloak off from behind him. Carefully, he wrapped it around Eleanor’s shoulders and gazed up at her with desire filled eyes, his hands now back on her hips.

“What an honour…” She whispered, glancing at either side of her to look at the cloak now upon her.

Snape reached up to bring her into a kiss again, sinking down into his large arm chair as she began to move over him with the return of each kiss. One of Snape’s hands slid up her back from under the cloak and his kisses became more harsh, grunting each time her hips landed down on his.

“Fuck.” He breathed out shakily, his fingers trembling as they dragged down her back.

Eleanor felt herself go dizzy already from the way that word passed through his lips — more of a breathless moan than speech. She broke the kiss and her head fell forward, nuzzled in the crook of his neck from the dip in his high collar since the buttons had been undone. The aroma of his skin so close to her filled her senses; almost like old leather with a very brief hint of lavender, but only like he had dabbed it on in a half-hearted attempt to cover up his somewhat curious appearance. His clothes, however, smelled like damp paper, books, to be more specific, as if he bathed in them.

“Come back…” His words trailed off when he felt her lips upon his neck, “C—Come back up…” His head tilted to the side, lips parted as she suckled upon a certain patch of his neck, “Back up… Back up here…”

Eleanor smirked against his skin, moving against him in harder motions as his hands clamped her hips again. Guiding her back and forth and willingly showing his desperation turned her on more than she could have even imagined.

“I think I could become quite accustomed to your cock, Professor…” She spoke directly into his ear before pressing a quick kiss to it, “I think it will take several visits to get to know every inch of it, anyway…” Her tongue traced down the side of his neck and then back up to his ear again, “Because its so… fucking… big…”

“Agh!” His voice curdled in his throat, not used to such praise, especially not whilst he had someone using his cock as a pogo stick. Her hands found themselves in his hair again, tugging at it gently as her lips latched onto the crook of his neck and feeling his length pulse with each movement. Snape’s sweaty hands slipped from her hips and his grunts and groans grew in frequency as the fire in the pit of his stomach began to increase.

Eleanor’s movements became slightly more clumsy as the familiar warmth in her stomach, too, increased, panting into his ear. Snape’s heavy eyes opened when he felt a draft, losing himself in the moment even more when he saw it was coming from the cloak — his cloak — still snug around her shoulders and wafting into the air each time she bounced over him. He could feel himself easily able to give in to her in this very moment, and so could she, but that wasn't the way he wanted this to end.

“Stop being such a brat, and listen to me…” He attempted at using his snappy tone, though it fell through as the jolts of ecstasy refused to stop shooting through him, “C—Come back here.”

She paused briefly, blowing cool air against the red patch of skin on his neck and grinning to herself when she felt him shiver as a response before lifting her head to gaze down at his flushed face, arching a brow, “Yes, Professor?”

Snape swallowed hard when their eyes met, opening his mouth to speak but instead placing one of his hands on the back of her head and pulling her down into a bruising kiss.

“Mmh, fuck…” Her hands were on his shoulders again, squeezing them tightly as their kisses grew more and more rough with each motion over his throbbing arousal, “Professor, you…”

“N—No, no…” He shook his head uneasily, though keeping their faces close, “Don't you dare make either of us cum.”

Eleanor’s lips parted from his words, shocked from what appeared to be a sudden change of heart. Confusion hit her when his hands were upon her hips again, relentlessly guiding him up and down his length. Her thighs trembled and their lips smacked back together, whimpering as her orgasm began to climb her body.

“S…Stop letting me ride your unsurprisingly large cock, then…” She gasped against his lips, moaning each time she sat all the way over him.

Snape’s fingertips turned white from how hard he was holding onto her, fighting back the urge of giving in himself, too. He grunted each time his cock twitched madly inside her, wanting so desperately to chase his own climax, but wanting something else even more; to make it clear who really was in charge. It was one thing saying she made him weak, but he certainly could not show it.

‘Pull yourself together,’ He thought to himself, ‘For crying out loud, do not embarrass yourself, Severus.’

“O—Oh, fucking…” He began to gasp uncontrollably, his heartbeat rapidly increasing as he pushed himself as far as he could go before uneasily raising his voice, “A—Alright, alright… Enough!” He commanded for her to stop, even as much as it pained him.

“U—Ugh…” Eleanor whimpered, her heavy eyes half open as they stared down at him, “Th-That was so cruel… I thought this was what you wanted. What you ‘fucking need’.” She attempted to impersonate him from before, mid trying to catch her breath.

“Do not use my own words against me.” He inhaled deeply, glaring up at her and placing his hands on her thighs.

“Then, do not use your cock against me…” She narrowed her eyes, glancing down at his hands, “I’m pretty sure if you so much as sneezed right now, I would—!”

“Quit your whining,” He butted in immediately, afraid of the effect her words would have on her, “Stand up.”

“B—But, my…” Eleanor narrowed her eyebrows, pouting her lips as she struggled to even think about moving her legs, “I’m not sure that I can…”

“Stand. Up.” His tone was more stern this time, able to calm himself briefly by forcing himself to concentrate on his breathing instead of what was crying for release between his legs.

Eleanor swallowed hard and placed her hands against his shoulders, trying to steady herself as much as possible as she lifted herself up off him. The feeling of his length leaving her completely, and the feeling of her no longer sat over him at what was just before their orgasms made them both shudder as their contact completely broke — though she did have to grasp onto the arm of the chair in order to keep herself upright.

“In front of me.” He snapped his finger and thumb, pointing to the space in front of him.

He had to practically put his tongue back into his mouth when she stood before him; cheeks flushed, thighs red, fingerprints — his fingerprints — upon her skin. His eyes took a walk up to her chest, mesmerised for a few moments as her breasts were rising and falling with each shaky breath she took. All of this right in front of him whilst wearing nothing but his cloak still. He knew this would be an image he was going to get off on for a long time… the fact being that it was taking everything in him not to take himself into his hand right now.

“L—Like this?” She asked, gazing down at him. He remained silent, but the image she was met with could've made her forget her own name; the once arrogant, stubborn Professor now slouched in his large armchair with his legs spread, lips parted, breathing heavy and uneasy as his unattended, reddened erection stood proudly through the opening of his pants. He was completely at her mercy in this moment, and she was at his. She bit her lip as her weakened legs threatened to give way before repeating herself, “Like this, Professor?”

Hearing her address him like that again gave the Professor the energy he needed to push himself out of his armchair and catapult himself toward her, gladly met with her arms snaking around his neck again. She leaned up on her tiptoes to press a harsh kiss to his lips, grateful for the support as she leaned against him.

“Wh-Why did you make us stop?” She whimpered against his lips, grasping onto him slightly tighter as he began to walk them — or more like stumble — through his chamber, “Mmm… are you taking me to your bed, Professor?”

“Absolutely not,” He responded instantly in between rough kisses, “Do not be foolish and think you have earned a place in my bed by your actions tonight.”

“I…” She was far too turned on from his scolding reply to form a response for a few long moments as he walked her further into his chamber, “Professor, my legs may just give way if you don't give me a surface soon…” She giggled against his lips before pressing a slightly harder kiss to his lips when she felt her back touch one of the stoney alcove walls, “W-Wait… This isn't your bed… How am I supposed to ride your desperate cock from this angle, hm?” She smirked, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I don't care if your legs are shaking. Fuck, I do not care if you cannot feel your thighs or if your body is trembling…” His voice was like sandpaper against her lips, making her audibly gasp when she felt his hardened length now pressing against her lower stomach as he growled lowly in a gruff tone, “If you are going to act like a slut, Miss Eleanor, I am going to treat you like a slut.”

“Ooh…” Eleanor inhaled shakily, feeling herself being pinned against the wall by his hips, “And are you going to fuck me like a slut, Professor?”

Snape didn't respond verbally, his lips were too focused on being against hers again. She attempted to reach for him again but found her wrists being pinned against the wall by his large hands. She pushed her head forward and took hold of his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging at it slightly as she felt herself being pinned with more force this time. Snape winced slightly as he ragged his lip out from between her teeth, grasping one of her thighs now and raising it to his hip as she hooked it around his waist.

“Are you going to behave for me?” He asked, his tone soft now as he rocked his hips forward.

“Y—Yes…” She whimpered, trying to kiss him again but instead being met with his finger against her lips.

“Yes, what?” His voice remained in the same tone, though slightly quieter this time as his lips came closer to hers.

“Yes, Sir…” She felt her body shiver as he reached down to take his length in his hand and slot it between her legs, though staying still.

“Try… Again…” She could feel his hot breath against his lips this time, once again trying to lean forward to kiss him but groaning in frustration as she kissed only the air when he moved his face back.

“Yes, Professor…” She felt her breath hitch in her throat as he nudged his hips upward, making the tip of his cock press against her.

“That’s right, sweetheart…” He looked down at her with a wicked grin, raising himself a little higher and pushing the head of his length inside her just to taunt her before lowering his hips once more.

“F—Fucking tease…” She whimpered, trying to move her hips in an attempt to create any type of feeling at all, “Stop teasing…”

“Or… what?” Snape smirked, kissing the corner of her lips as he moved his hips again, bouncing the tip of his cock between her legs each time and loving the way she squirmed in response.

“P-Professor!” She cried out in frustration, grasping onto his hair each time she felt the brief contact.

“Yes?” He used his free hand to brush her hair out of her face and watching her closely as he continued to taunt her, “What are you going to do, hm?”

“Beg,” She answered immediately, desperate to kiss him and even more desperate for what she could feel pulsating beneath her, “I am not above begging, Professor,” She inhaled shakily, placing her hands against his neck, “I will beg.”

Snape had all intentions of kissing her and giving her exactly what she wanted — what they both wanted — and leaned in with his lips almost touching hers until he heard her words. Words that set arousal alight like a wildfire throughout his whole body. Abruptly, he stopped himself and pulled back, arching a brow as his tone lowered, though speaking simply, “Then, beg.”

He felt her breathing change against his lips from their faces still being so close, brushing his hardened length between her legs several times. Eleanor snaked her arms around his neck again and grasped onto his hair with trembling fingers, trying to pull him as close to her as possible.

“Se…” It came out inaudible the first time. She tried again, “Sev…” She narrowed her eyebrows, feeling him still taunting her as the grip on her thigh became slightly more firm, “Severus*, please.*”

“Wh…What did you…” Snape swallowed hard, “What did you just call me?”

“Severus.” She repeated, though this time in a more seductive tone.

“Mmmh…” Severus quivered against her lips, awarding her with a kiss each time she repeated his name.

“Severus, Severus, Severus…” She groaned in desperation as she brushed back and forth over the tip of his cock still teasing between her legs and lips parting as she tilted her head, “Fuck me, Severus.”

Hearing her calling him by his name rather than his title made the moment grow somewhat more intimate between the two of them. He couldn't explain it. It was as if they had now crossed the bridge into allowing themselves to get to know one another properly.

Severus pulled her leg up a little higher around his waist and thrust his hips upward in one swift motion, whimpering in pleasure against her lips. Eleanor inhaled sharply from the feeling of him finally filling her again, though this time there was no pause before he started to move his hips at an ungodly pace - his pants pooling around his ankles in the process.

“Mm, fuck, no one is to have you like this other than me. Do you hear me?” He grunted against her lips, bruising them once more as he kissed her before she even had a chance to respond.

“That’s awfully possessive, don't you think, Professor?” She smirked against his lips before letting out a louder moan when he thrust her against the wall in a slightly harder motion.

“I am merely stating my… preference.” Severus paused to let out a moan even louder than Eleanor’s, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure.

“Sounds more like a command to me…” She grinned, gasping against his lips as his speed increased.

“Take it how you wish.” He responded, reaching for her other thigh and pulling it up to join the other at the opposite hip, “Fucking. Take. It. All.”

“S—Severus!” She cried out in pleasure, squeezing her legs around him and digging her heels into his bottom to urge him not to stop, “Ugh, fuck!”

Severus gripped onto her thighs securely, the force of his thrusts now making their kisses become more clumsy. Eleanor’s fingers tangled themselves deeper into his hair, moaning his name each time she thudded against the cold stone. Their teeth clashed together several times as a result of him now moving his hips at a merciless pace. Despite how deep Eleanor had her hands in his hair, it didn't stop it swishing back and forth as a result of his relentless hips.

Deep down, they both knew it wouldn't take them long to get to the same point they were upon his arm chair. Their pulses raised, breathing changed, thrusts becoming even more desperate — if that were even possible.

“Tell me why you came here instead of Barnaby.” Severus pulled his head back briefly to speak, sweat now gathered upon his forehead and top lip from his unsparing movements.

“Because you told me to, Professor.” She responded, her lips remaining parted in delight from each time he moved.

“No, truthfully,” He gritted his teeth, “You could have stayed with him. Gone with him. Gone to bed with him.”

“You really want to know, Severus?” She whispered lowly against his lips, now rocking against him in time with his thrusts.

“Do you think it's easy, being of the jealous kind?” He growled lowly against her lips, bucking his hips.

“Mm…” She lost her breath from his low-key admittance of wanting her all to himself, “Yes, I could have stayed with Barnaby, gone with Barnaby, but…” She clung onto him, feeling her climax near approaching as she spoke again, “Maybe I was far too occupied already being yours.”

“M-Mmh, fuck!” Severus exclaimed in pleasure, those words being the only thing needed to push him over the edge, “Ugh, shit… Eleanor, f-forgive me!” He gasped, releasing his taunted orgasm with each harsh pulse of his cock.

“Sev… Severus!” She clung onto him even tighter, losing herself to her own climax only seconds later as he continued to drive his hips forward.

Their kiss broke, but only to allow for more exclamations of profanities to be shouted into the chamber, each one bouncing against the walls and becoming shattering echoes around them. Both of them chased their pleasure for as long as possible, clinging onto one another for dear life as their bodies trembled in ecstasy.

Eleanor was the first to mentally come back into the room, laying her hands against his shoulders as she tried to catch her breath. Severus slowly opened his eyes and carefully lowered her feet back down onto the floor, pushing his hair back with his hands. For a few moments, they stared at one another with flushed cheeks, almost as if in disbelief as to what had just happened.

“Prof…” She began, biting her lip as she glanced down at his softening length.

“Get dressed.” Severus spoke bluntly, quickly reaching for his pants and fastening them back up.

“What, you toss my clothes about your chamber and now I have to collect them and put them back on?” She scoffed playfully, placing her hand upon his chest.

He immediately took hold of her wrist, removing her hand as he spoke in a more assertive tone, “Get. Dressed.”

Eleanor was taken aback by his abruptness for a few moments, looking up at him and rolling her eyes when she was met with his glare. She did as he asked, placing his cloak over the back of his armchair and turning back to him once she was fully dressed. She swallowed hard, unsure of whether to speak.

“So… what now, cuddle?” She arched a brow, only half joking.

“I think you ought to return to your own bed.” Severus exhaled quietly.

“Interesting thing to say when you never actually showed me to yours.” She looked up at him, hands on her hips.

“Out.” He gestured toward the door, raising his wand to unlock it.

“How romantic.” She spoke sarcastically, walking toward the door.

“I gave you my cloak so your back wouldn't get cold against the stone.” Severus shrugged and followed her toward the door.

She stopped once she got to the door and smirked, placing a hand on his open collar and biting her lip when she saw the dark red circles upon his neck, “Is this why you wear such high collars, hm?”

“Out.” He glared, swatting her hand away.

“Hang on, are we seriously going to—” She squinted her eyes as he opened the door for her.

“Look,” He glanced down the hall to make sure there was no one there before closing the door again but keeping his hand on the handle as he glanced down at her, “You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted, and now we move on.”

“Move on?” She squinted her eyes, “Wait, did you just admit that, that was what you wanted?”

“Goodnight, Eleanor.” He cleared his throat, opening the door again.

“Sev—?” She tried to ask him again before he cut her off.

“Goodnight.” He swallowed hard, gesturing for her to leave.

“Well, the ‘S’ in ‘Severus’ or ‘Snape’ certainly doesn't stand for ‘smooth talker’.” She muttered to herself as she left his chamber, flattening her dress with her hand as she made her way down the corridor.

Severus quickly shut the door behind him as if it would also shut out the events that had just taken place. It didn't work. Even the aroma of the room smelled of sex; sweat, desire, sweet relief, and partial regret. As quick as the door was shut, he found himself reaching for the handle again. This time, he only opened it slightly, enough for him to just peer down the corridor and watch as she walked down it. Away from him. He wished he could immediately take back the coldness he had shown her after their alcove-stone-knee-trembler. He cursed himself for how well and ashamedly comfortably he could disguise his pure intentions and feelings. He felt regret and guilt for how she must have felt upon leaving his chamber, and as fast as the door was reopened, he was closing it again. He leaned back against the closed door and exhaled loudly through his nose, his back sliding down it until his knees bent up against his chest with his head in his hands, speaking into them;

“Oh, fuck.” He took in a deep breath, “Severus, what have you done?”

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t4tower-of-t4terror · 2 years

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But If I Know You, I Know What You'll Do

Malleus x reader fluff

It gets harder and harder to sleep during nights at Ramshackle. You don't mind your semi-shitty bed and ratty blankets. You've learned to ignore the constant draft and the ghosts and the fact that Grim snores like a vacuum cleaner. You couldn't really do anything about any of that.

It was your dreams that kept you awake. They were often prophetic, showing a drawn-out story like an animated movie playing for hours. You didn't know how they could perfectly mimic your real-life events.

But between these prophecies were something far worse. You dreamed of your old life. Your old home.

Sometimes you woke up crying, longing for the world you left behind. Sometimes you woke up crying because you know that this world, where you will forever be an outlier, is better than that one. Either way, you were tired of crying. You were tired of pulling Grim close to you solely because you needed to know that you weren't alone.

And so sometimes you would walk. Walk outside of Ramshackle. Walk until your feet took you somewhere new. Walk until your thoughts were gone and your tears left weird tracks down your cheeks.

Here you were now, standing in front of Diasomnia. You had walked to the mirror chamber and ended up here. Why here?

You knew subconsciously that you had a fondness for Malleus. But it was just a fondness. That is all it could be. That is all you would let it be.

And yet.

Here you were, in front of the fae prince's doorstep. You had walked through their stone gates. Somehow the large wooden door in front of the dorm had opened for you, as if it knew who you were searching for.

Your feet dragged. It was late, but you knew he would be awake. He always was at this hour. You trudged to his door, knocking against the wood.

When Malleus opened it, he was shocked to see you, of all people.

"Child of man, what are you doing in Diasomnia?" Malleus asked, before noticing the tear tracks. Noticing how you shook, not from the ever-present chill of the dorm, with it's neon green flames.

He ushers you into his room. Into the soft green candlelight. He looks so pretty in the moments where you can feel the tenderness in his gaze. The flickering light emphasizes his inhuman nature, carving out the valleys of his sharpened cheekbones. You understand why so many revere him, especially in this environment.

"Are you alright?" you can hear the soft concern in his voice.

And then the dam breaks.

He is the prince of Briar Valley, and yet he holds you so close. You feel like glass in his embrace, like you will shatter if he lets go of you.

You cry about the way you don't want to go back to that old world. You don't want to see those people again. It's so much kinder to live in an existence where your past cannot get you. Where the people who hurt you don't even exist.

But it's ironic to you that the world where you are forever outcasted is the kinder one. The world where you are forced to clean up other people's messes, to put others back together after they fall apart. Overblots and kidnappings and more fucking overblots! And nobody can even comprehend why you're so tired.

And Malleus, tall beautiful faerie prince Malleus, listens to every word. And he pulls you close and runs his hand through your hair. And he tells you that he will make this world kinder for you if he needs to burn it all down and start it all from scratch.

But when he takes your hand, he winces. When you pull his fingers away, you realize your ring had scorched him.

"My apologies for my reaction. Is your ring by any chance made of iron?" he asks, his voice smooth and rumbling like thunder in a summer storm.

You nod, not trusting your voice. That ring was wedged deep in your pocket when you had showed up here. It was one of your only reminders that your old world had even existed, besides your existing memories.

"Ah. Iron tends to burn fae folk like myself. You by no means have to remove it, I just thought you would benefit from the knowledge"

And you slid it off of your finger in that instant. You stand before a man who promised to make you safe and happy, and he expects you to hold onto the things that harm him?

The metal clatters against the dark hardwood. It says more than any words exchanged between the two of you could possibly convey. You take his hand into yours and lift his palm to brush your lips against the wound. You both are aware of your lack of magic, but Malleus swears he has been healed in that moment.

Malleus pulls you to his bed. His covers are the most beautiful smoky purple you have ever seen. They feel lavish. You sink into the warmth. He sinks beside you.

When you are comfortable beneath the sheets, you are pulled to rest on Malleus' chest. He holds your hand while you lay, with one arm around you.

The two of you have all the time in the world for words. All the time this universe will provide to ask each other what was to come of this. But tonight you would let the soft scent of briar roses and smoke lull you to sleep.

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orphicrose · 3 months

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The Co-Host (Alastor x FemReader) VIII

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Summary: You are Alastors Co host in life, perhaps more. But are separated by a sudden death. When you are finally reunited in the under world, it is up to Alastor to figure out why you don’t remember him.

Warnings ! ! Mentions of Death and Bl00D

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Heart full of feelings that felt as if didn't belong to her. She felt like the shell of a person, not truly existing anymore. Having a constant out of body experience.

While he, he grieved. Grieved a relationship that never had the chance to fully blossom. Grieved what could have been, grieved who he used to be or had the chance to be. Oh, what his mother must think of him now. He never even had a chance to think about what everyone still alive thought of him, his little secret having an audience to witness. Lose ends ruining his reputation as a beloved media presence, turning him into a notorious serial killer. He knew he belonged down here, he knew he deserved everything that came his way. But the question still begged, why was she down here. Was it because she sold her soul to th devil? Or was it for a reason far to unruly to share to the light.

His hands sweat as the journal stay to close grip between his fingers. Never leaving his side. There was far more to read in a safer environment. His path was obstructed by a tall figure, appearing out of the thin air around him.

"So we finally meet, Alastor" Satans demeanor cold, as usual, and his stance meaning one of business. Hands tucked neatly into his trouser pockets.

"Satan, I assume?" Alastors smile gleamed in the light of the pentagram. Baring his sharp teeth like a predator. "How do i deserve this honor?"

Satan began to move towards the wendigo, towering over him. "As I'm sure you're aware, y/n works for me" He hummed, circling Alastor like he was going to attack at any second. "And you..." He paused to give out a deep laugh "Well, you are disrupting my line of production. You see, millions of sinners on Earth call my name daily. Wanting to make a deal. And the more souls I have, the more power I have. But y/n is the only one i trust far enough to have the duty of collecting said souls. and you" He leapt forward, holding Alastor's chin upwards with the tip of his cane. "You meddeling with her is distracting . You're costing me money, radio demon"

Eye contact was held strongly between the two, not wanting to fault to show weakness. "You want the closure of knowing your little pet isn't the saint you want to believe?" Alastor wanted to say no so badly, wanted to stay ignorant. Wanted to hold onto the belief that there was still hope for y/n to not be the same at him. He didn't want to be the Clyde to her Bonnie, he wanted to be the story she'd tell to friends in heaven. To her mother, or her father.

"She's just like you" His voice taunted, leaning closer into his ear. The words he oh so desperately never wanted to hear.

Y/n strolled through the lit up streets of hell, admiring the buildings towering over her. Something she had never really done before. Casual sinners in the streets cowering at the sight of her, leaving her a free path to walk in as they fled. Slamming doors behind them. What a skill to have, but how lonely it made her feel.

She arrived at the doors of her place of work. At first, hesitating to open the doors. Afraid of what might wait on the other side this time. But when she did open them, she found nothing. Silence and isolation filled the chambers of the rooms. It was eerie. Usually tensions built with high stress levels as soon as she walked in, demons bouncing off each other as they run from room to room. But the haunting recent history of this workplace made it seemingly abandoned. Of course, they wouldn't get away with holiday for long, for as long as Satan breathed. But for now, she would revel in the periodic silence of the structure.

Her office, the only untouched room in the building, brought her some comfort. Nothing having changed. Just as soon as she started to loosen up, her door flung open. The tall red demon appearing in front of her eyes. The same fear she felt the first time they encountered returning, sinking into her chair as he moved through the doorway and shut it behind him. "What do you want?" Her eyes showing a slowly boiling rage building up inside her. Seemingly, he was experiencing the same feeling.

He took a seat opposite her, hands sat on the desk. "I want answers, miss l/n" She stood from her seat abruptly, moving backwards. His eyes turned from frustration to a saddened look. Confused as to her shift in temperament towards him. Had he missed something?

"When were you going to tell me we knew each other?" Her question caught him of guard, looking up to her and waiting for more. She relived the memory, him covered in blood. "What is this?" She slammed down the leaflet on the desk. Alastor let out a loud sigh, he must have forgotten to put it away yesterday. She spoke loudly, halfway to shouting at him. Tears welling and dropping slowly to the floor in a rhythmic pattern.

"Are you the reason I'm down here? Did you murder me?"

"No!" His tone enraged by the accusation, rising to his feet to share her eyeline. "I think you'll find you're the reason I'm here, y/n"

She stood in silence, tears picking up there pace as they dampen her cheeks and collar.

"When you left, I struggled. I lost myself along with you. I turned into someone I regret heavily" Alastor's voice cracked, dropping any radio sound effect he may have had. Struggling to maintain an effortless smile. "But it seems you weren't so much of a saint either"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You still don't remember?"

The two stared at each other. Not truly understanding the wants or intentions of the other.

"I- Only a small fragment. I remember coming back to Earth to see you. That's how i got this" She calmed herself down, seeing that miscommunication between the two would make the situation worse. "We were close?"

"Very"

"And I did something to hurt you?"

"You died, y/n" Alastor rubbed his temple, suppressing any tears that dared to gloss his eyes. "I don't care, as to why you're here. We both did terrible things. Things that you may or may not ever remember. But..." A deep breath was taken to help steady his shaky words. "But for you to go to the lengths to forget everything, it must mean I was never held as dear to you as you were to me"

Alastor knelt to pick up the microphone left astray on the floor, brushing off his tie when he came back to his feet. Then turning to leave.

"I made myself forget because it hurt" She shouted, desperately wanting him to stay. "The pain of losing everything was to hard to deal with. I'm down here because of my own actions, that's on me. But I never excepted anyone I care about to follow me here"

She moved closer to him, needing more answers. Or some sort of closure. "What if i remembered everything? Then what? We continue where we left off?"

"No!" He turned "If you remembered me, and then realized what I am, you wouldn't even want to look at me" His face solemn. "I'd rather you only remembered one version of me, not both"

"So what do you want from me?"

He looked down to his feet. "Closure"

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forbidden-sunlight · 1 year

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700 Followers Milestone Event - yandere!poseidon with mitsuri!daughter! short story 🍡

warnings: toxic family environment, toxic relationships, ooc, infidelity.

The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. There are also triggers, so please take caution. You are responsible for your Internet consumption!

You tried to be a good daughter.

You were the second eldest child of the great god Poseidon and his wife Amphirite. While Triton is the heir apparent, you fawned over him and your younger sister Benthesikyme when the rulers of all the oceans wasn’t around. You tried your best to be there for them, shouting with joy when they achieved something, big or small, comforting them when they needed a big hug or wanted to share a yummy meal in the empty dining hall because they were lonely.

But sometimes…it wasn’t enough. The love of an older sister, that is.

Triton wanted your father’s approval. Bethesikyme wanted your mother to look at her instead of waiting for your father to come to her chambers when she knew he hadn’t been there in years, centuries even. Neither of your parents were concerned about you…especially after your hair had changed from shimmering [Hair Color] locks to light pink with green ends as a result of eating too much sakura mochi.

No one wanted a wife with such a hideous blend of colors or had a large appetite, much less pass these traits down to their children, even from a daughter of Poseidon. At least that was what the last person had said to you during a marriage interview. Their remark…it hurt a lot. Proteus had to walk you out of the seashell garden after standing in a shocked state for almost four hours.

So you tried to change. Dyeing your hair black, cutting back on how much food you consumed, and working super hard in your lessons to become someone your father might be proud of…but it didn’t make you happy. Quite the opposite, actually.

Because no matter what you did, you would never become the perfect child in your father’s eyes. He told you as much with that cold stare of his. You were not perfect, nothing more than a speck of sand that was hardly worth noticing.

When that happened….well, as stupid as it sounds now….you left. You just left the palace without saying good-bye, leaving only a letter for your siblings, Proteus, the cooks, and all of your tutors, thanking them for looking after you and hoping that they’ll find happiness someday.

You found refuge in Valhalla, and for the first time in a long while, you could breathe. You could style your hair in any manner you desired, ate as much as you wanted, and even found a job working for the Demon Slayer Corps! It was a little weird at first, asking your uncle to help adjust into this place without saying a word to your father, but he was someone you could trust.

He knew that the reason you ate so much isn’t because you were a glutton, rather it was due to possessing an abnormal muscle condition that required a lot of calories and daily exercise to maintain. Six months later, you advanced from the Final Selection exam and were currently being mentored by the Flame Hashira Rengoku.

The humans who were part of Uncle Hades’ organization were so sweet and cool, how could you hate them? They accepted you for who you were and never made any harsh judgements towards you. Even their big boss, Lord Ubuyashiki, said that your talent was a gift! A gift, not a burden.

Goodness, it still brought a tear to your eyes when you remembered his words. But now isn't the time to be distracted! Today was your first solo mission, and you had to make Rengoku proud! Being a Demon Slayer means protecting people, and that’s what you’re gonna do!

Anyone who hurts others, even demons…they will receive no love from you. Not even a speck of mercy.

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Unbeknownst to the Demon Slayer, however, it was getting difficult for Hades to keep lying to his little brother about the whereabouts of his niece. After [First Name] left the ocean, Poseidon had been searching for her, demanding answers with a scowl etched across his face. Hades did not have children himself, yet in a way he can understand that everyone needed space, or needed to leave a toxic environment in order to thrive…but why in Gaia’s name would [First Name] even think that her father hated her?

Poseidon adored his daughter.

He chased away suitors with ill intentions, increased the difficulty of her lessons so as to remove her limitations and thrive under pressure, even hired more palace chefs to cook her meals!

Whenever he was away to do some business that did not involve an illicit affair, he’d always bring a trinket back for her, but Amphirite snatched it up under the belief that the gift was her.

The sea goddess was still desperate for his attention, even when their love for each other had waned over the last couple of centuries.

Now that [First Name] was on the path of becoming a Hashira, the lord of the underworld had an obligation as both the divine overseer of the Demon Slayer Corps and as a brother, to tell Poseidon the truth. And yet…was it even the right thing to do, when all the reports he’s received from Ubuyashiki showed that leaving the ocean allowed his niece to be the happiest she’d been in a long, long time?

There was no doubt Poseidon would drag her back home to be punished, and that smile of hers would disappear as soon as she dove under the waves. The pressure to be perfect is a crushing one, even for the child of godly perfection.

Hades sighed softly, pressing his fingers against the side of his head as he felt a migraine creeping in. What should he do?

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aajjks · 1 year

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The Conqueror (XIX)

Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.

Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader ( FT. Cha Eunwoo From ASTRO.)

warnings. YANDERE THEMES, EXTREME YANDERE THEMES, DARK THEMES, obsessive!jungkook, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy possessiveness, mentions of self h-rm, crying, vulnerable!jungkook, plot twists (you aren’t ready for, buckle THE FUCK UP)

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Jungkook was elated, he turned for the nth time on his mattress, you loved him! His eyes were wide open, his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, you loved him! He breathed deeply into his pillow.

He couldn’t wait for the morning.

Jungkook wanted you to sleep with him in his chamber but he knew it wasn’t the right timing, as much as he wishes he could have you beside him in his bed.

He needed to wait.

He was longing to hold you, to feel your warm body pressed against his chest, so he could play with your H/C hair, Jungkook felt so wide awake, you loved him, that’s why you were crying when he had the dagger pressed on his neck.

Even though you didn’t confess to him yet, but he could see the love in your eyes.

You loved him.

He inhaled a deep breath, pressing his palm on the left side of his chest, his heart was pounding, closing his eyes, the king smiled.

The first time he saw you.

he remembers it faintly, yet it’s engraved in his memory.

The little boy was confused as he held his mothers hand, walking with her in the congested streets. His clothes were rough, his feet aching but his mother was not focused on him.

He stared at the woman with his large brown eyes.

“Mother..” he whined in his small voice. Shaking her hand so she would focus on him.

“Mother!” The child cried out, he wanted to leave, this was not the environment he was used to, the sun was burning hot, the sunshine blinding him.

“What is it, my sweet? We’re almost there.” She cooed, her feet didn’t stop, the child had no choice but to keep walking with his mother.

“I wish to go home.” The child confessed, closing his eyes and crying, “I’m thirsty!” He whined again.

“Jungkookie… my sweetheart… I am aware. But I have some important business to do… I’ll fetch you some water soon!” The mother replied to her ten year old son as she finally stopped at a flower stall, fixing her veil quickly, “be a good boy, will you?” She caressed the crown of his head.

Jungkook grunted under his breath, he was a good boy, he had to listen to his mother.

He was perplexed as to why his mother, the queen of Corea was disguising and stalking this area, particularly this flower shop?

He was regretting for demanding to his mother that he accompany her to wherever she was planning on visiting. He was too attached to his mother after all.

And terrified of his father.

“Mother… what is it?!” He whispered to her. The child was utterly confused. He knew his mother visited the empire in disguise as she liked to escape his father for some hours, he could understand her decision but…. Why this flower shop?

“Excuse me?” His mother called out to a man, he noticed that the pitch of his mother’s voice was low, what was going on?

Jungkook shrugged away his thoughts, he rufused to understand his parents, they were too complicated for him to understand, the boy stared at the flowers, his eyes searching every inch of the wooden shop, he was not amused, it was plain, broken and boring.

Awfully boring.

“Yes, madam? How can I help you.

He was not interested in his mother’s conversation with the man.

As the shopkeeper turned his back to look at his customer, his mother to be exact, a sketch caught his attention.

A girl smiling with her crooked teeth, his eyes were crinkling as she stared directly into his face.

A big toothy smile on her face and a flower crown on her head.

He felt his heart beat loudly, his eyes fixated on the paper, focused on the girl's smile.

The boy was mesmerized at the sight of it.

She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, after his mother that is.

Before Jungkook could take his time to focus on that mysterious girls face, he felt his mothers hand tighten around his hand as she left the shop, dragging her son along.

“M-MOTHER?!” The boy called out, his feet forcing him to walk, his mother looked like she had seen a ghost.

Her eyes looked wild as Jungkook watched her.

“I-It’s him, I-It’s him!”

“Who’s who? Mother?”

She gazed at the young boy for a brief moment, a hush of warm wind hitting them as she spoke.

“The man your father has assigned for my assassination!”

His eyes opened wide, his mouth agape as he sat up abruptly, Jungkook was breathing heavily, his chest shaking as he looked around.

The same nightmare over and over again.

His nightmare wasn’t just a nightmare but it was the flashback to his past.

If only he had believed his mother then,

She would still be alive.

“Y-Y/N!” Jungkook noticed his tears as he cried out your name, the sun was almost out through the dark curtain of his chamber, the king fixed his robe, as he stood up from his bed and left his chambers.

He was so scared. He needed to see you before his nightmare enveloped his sanity completely.

He rushed out to the halls leading to your room, his eyes frantic and glossy, his head was hurting.

He needed you to calm him down.

He needed your warmth.

He needed you.

“Y-Y/N!” The man called out your name as he stormed into your chamber. He was sobbing, he was scared.

“Y-Y/N! S-Save me!” He closed the doors behind him before turning towards your sleeping figure, he watched your body stir, you were waking up, Jungkook climbed into your bed and grabbed your body before you could wake up properly.

“D-Don't leave me… please… save me.. from him..”

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osha-official-2 · 1 year

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Safety and Compliance Report on Aperture Science: PPE

29 CFR 1910.132 establishes:

"Protective equipment shall be provided, used, and maintained in a sanitary and reliable condition wherever it is necessary by reason of hazards encountered in a manner capable of causing injury or impairment in the function of any part of the body"

This anonymous employee was kind enough to allow Inspector 17 to photograph them in their work uniform. The uniform includes a set of blaze orange coveralls and a PFAS (Personal Fall Arrest System)in the form of an AKR (Advanced Knee Replacement).

29 CFR 1910.28(b)(1)(i) establishes:

"The employer must ensure that each employee on a walking-working surface with an unprotected side or edge that is 4 feet (1.2 m) or more above a lower level is protected from falling"

Inspector 17's report on Aperture Science noted that unprotected edges were only present in "Test Chamber" environments and only test participants (such as the employee pictured above) were exposed to these hazards. The issuing of AKR systems to all test participants successfully negated these falling hazard.

When asked about the employee's lack of foot coverings an Aperture representative insisted test chambers were meticulously cleaned of any refuse that an employee could potentially step on. However OSHA 300 logs indicated that test participants occasionally experienced serious stubbed toes and twisted ankles. Inspector 17 attributed these to the use of concrete in test chamber construction and slippery walking-working surfaces.

Aperture was issued a warning and required to ensure that all test participants wear close-toed, slip-resistant footwear in future tests.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 8 months

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Good Maid

Pairing: Dark Ramsay Bolton x (female) Reader

SUMMARY: Your lady’s husband takes an unrequited interest in you.

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Noncon (handjob); Power Abuse.

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Icy eyes.

That’s the first thing you noticed about your Ramsay Bolton.

The happiness of being back in Winterfell is short-lived as you quickly realize that it’s no longer the same blissful environment.

It’s changed.

The familiar walls that once gave you peace now offer you anxiety over what the future holds. The people look grim, bitter expressions molding their faces as if they've lost their hope.

The Bolton House scares you more than anything, their sigil making you hold your breath every time you see it. You always avert your eyes as if it’s a bad omen.

Tension and apprehension float in the air, more so upon meeting the family.

You stay behind your lady as she reaches closer to them, but you know she too isn’t looking forward to meeting them. But appearances matter so she puts a neutral mask over her mask, maintaining her dignity.

Lady Bolton is amicable, sweet even. A Frey, you’ve heard. Practically offered, with a heavy dowry of silver coins worth her weight.

But the man and his son inspire fear, despite their poor attempt to make conversation Many stories about them have reached your ears. Passionate fans of violent practices such as flaying.

The thought alone makes you shiver, and it catches the younger man’s attention.

His blue eyes only rested on you for a moment, but it was enough for you to look away in a hurry, switching your gaze to Lady Sansa as she introduced herself to the Bolton family, not daring to look again at the man.

But still, an unsettling itch remained on your skin as you observed the fulfillment of formalities, only relaxing when it’s time to accompany your lady to her chambers, to help her prepare for the ceremony.

You pray to the gods, wishing everything to go well, but something tells you it won't be that easy.

“Such a hard-working maid you got yourself, my dear wife. Northern maids really are unique.”

As the words come out of Ramsay Bolton’s mouth, you and your lady exchange a look, both of you at a loss at words.

You put your head down, hiding behind a curtain of hair, hoping it would be enough to conceal you from the shameless staring coming from your lady’s husband as he comes closer to you.

“I’m afraid my own servants aren’t quite as efficient as you are, young girl. I’m sure my wife won’t mind you giving me a helping hand, won’t she?” his head twists as he directs his words to Sansa.

She looks at him, pink lips parted as she hesitates for a moment.

You want her to refuse.

To demand her husband to go away. To leave you alone.

But a wife can never disrespect her husband in such a way. Much less for an ordinary maid.

You know that. But even so, she attempts.

“My lord, she’s my maid-“

“…and I’m your husband, correct?”

Tension fills the room as the smile slips away from Ramsay’s face, his jaw dangerously ticking.

He slowly walks away to the bed, sitting on its edge. Your eyes drop to his hands, the way they’re bundled in fists.

Servants often speak of the poor treatment many ladies receive at the hands of their husbands and you can only hope your lady doesn’t collect the same destiny.

She’s the closest thing you have to a friend now.

“…and allow me to remind you, my lovely wife, that this is my home. Everything and everyone under this roof belongs to me, yourself included.”

Sansa presses her lips into a thin line, helpless as you are. The sinister grin returns to his face, giving him a deranged appearance.

“Good thing I‘ve cleared out all misunderstandings. Now, you-“ he gestures to you, “Come closer, I don’t bite.”

Your lady takes a step towards the door but her attempt is fruitless.

“No, you’ll stay here, lady Sansa.” Ramsay barks. “You’ll stay and watch how useful your maid will be. Perhaps learn a thing or two from her.”

She looks at you, fear in her eyes and you force yourself to drop your eyes to the ground, unable to face her. Ramsay snaps his fingers for attention, indicating you to come closer.

“You can start unbuttoning my shirt.”

Your fingers shake ever so lightly as you do so, cold sweat gathering at the back of your neck with the uneasy proximity to your lord.

“Remove it.” He orders as you end the row of buttons. You do as he says, pulling off his shirt. Your legs carry you a step back, but you’re soon stopped, his hand wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you back.

“…and now the trousers.”

“My lord?”

“You’ve heard it. The trousers.” he repeats.

You swallow, quickly reaching for the buttons on his slacks, undoing them. But once again he grabs your hand.

“I believe you can be more helpful than that.” his heated stare makes you cower. Your eyes steal a glance at your lady, but her head is down, gaze focused on the floor with redness covering her cheeks.

There’s nothing she can do for you.

Your neck snaps with a painful crack as Ramsay pulls your face forward, forcing you to look at him as he pulls you down, pushing you on your knees.

“Your lady isn’t going to save you, silly girl.” he comments, humming with delight. “So perhaps you should help yourself and do as your lord commands you to."

"Or if you’d rather spend a lovely evening with my hounds. They must be quite hungry tonight, haven’t fed them in days.”

His threat is enough to scare you at the memory of the violent beasts he so proudly showed to your lady.

“So? Do you prefer my hound’s company?”

“No, my lord.” You mutter, shaking your head.

“Good.” he says. “Take it off then.”

He pushes your hand over his unbuttoned pants, and you reluctantly dig your hand inside, wincing upon touching his hard member.

You do as he says, looking back at Ramsay with a clueless expression.

“Touch it.” he instructs.

“A hand will suffice for now. I can sense you’re a shy little thing in front of public.” he says, his eyes running over your figure greedily. “I suppose I’ll have to work on that.”

Your hand moves unnaturally, almost as a foreign limb. It doesn’t feel real seeing your hand moving up and down his cock, the steady rhythm gaining a few curses from Ramsay.

His hand finds the back of your neck, gripping it tight. He pushes you closer, burying his face into your hair. His breathing is heavy on your ear as you keep your ministrations.

The air feels thicker, making it hard to breathe as you hold back your tears. It feels like forever before his cock twitches before he finally cums, warm seed spurting onto your hand.

Ramsay presses a wet kiss to your hairline, his face glinting with sweat as he smiles, a sickly satisfied grin.

“Now that’s what I call a good maid.”

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 1 year

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Guess who's having ANOTHER au thought (because I cannot be stopped)

Ok so the premise is simple.

A 17 year old 2012 Leo ends up in the Riseverse due to a portal mishap

Well more specifically he ends up in the Hidden City.

Completely alone in a new environment in a new dimension, how wonderful.

He's just in time to watch as a then Human Lou Jitsu is carried to Draxum's lab. And well Leonardo couldnt just leave that alone. He follows the gargoyles to the lab.

Because something is about to go down, and he's not gonna let that happen.

By the time Leo breaks into the lab and enters the main chamber, four baby turtles are about to be mutated.

He fights with Draxum, releasing Lou Jitsu in the process.

However Draxum quickly grows to realize that Leonardo is EXACTLY the kind of mutant warrior he was trying to create.

Why use a human to make more warriors when there is a mutant RIGHT THERE for the picking.

Besides, Leonardo is younger than Lou Jitsu and a younger donor would last much longer.

So Leonardo gets put in the machine

And the four baby turtles get mutated using Leonardo's DNA.

The lab ends up on fire and collapses like in canon (and Lou Jitsu ends up mutated into a rat like canon)

Leonardo flees the burning lab, with four crying baby mutant turtles in his arms.

Once he's out of the Hidden City he takes to the sewers immediately.

He wraps the babies in an old blanket he found along the way and collapses soon after.

Oh god...

Oh fuck...

These are HIS kids arent they?

He's only 17 and now he has four kids!

Four teeny tiny kids (the biggest one is smaller than his palm)

What is he gonna do?

He can't raise four infants alone! (He doesn't know what happened to that action star guy, he could faintly hear him scream over the falling rubble and the fire, but Leo was too focused on getting the babies to safety to care at that moment)

He forces himself to calm down, its fine...everything will be fine!

His family will find him (explaining why he suddenly is a father of four will not be fun but he can handle that.) And then everything will be fine.

Days turn to weeks.

Weeks turn to months.

Its almost a year since the lab fire.

The babies are all walking and talking at various levels (The softshell is already starting to learn how to read) getting into everything and full of energy.

Leonardo is so scared.

Its been a year and there hasnt been any contact from his family, no one has come for him. Were they even looking for him?

It takes another couple of months for his hope to fade. He was really stuck here wasnt he? Surely his family would've found him by now?

By year three he knows that no one is coming for him. All he can do now is raise his sons to the best of his ability. Keep them safe and loved, train them to become ninjas like his father before him.

Now 13 years since the lab fire, Leonardo at age 30, is a father to four teenage mutant ninja turtles of his own. Everything is fine

At least until his sons come home with new weapons, millions of dangerous insects released in New York and an old enemy returning to recapture his experiments.

Leonardo will not let that happen. He will protect his children even if it costs him his life.

Meanwhile its only been five months in his home dimension, his still teenage brothers completely oblivious to everything that is happening to their missing eldest brother.

(TLDR: 2012 Leo becomes a parent to the Rise boys while in a different dimension)

Calling this fun little au Same Story Different Font

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #crossover #tmnt crossover #aus that inspired this one #Shellshock and WDTYGB #those aus are some of my favorites #idk just 2012 Leo becoming a parent the same way Splinter did is adorable to think about #and when they eventually reunite with 2012 Gang and realize that while its been a few months for them its been 13 YEARS for Leo #he's an adult with grown children #that will be fun for angst

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