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Oh hello, I just wanted to tell you that what you wrote is amazing! I read it over and over and couldn't stop reading. You are soooo amazing! *((Ugly crying😭❤️))*

And umm.. I would like to share about the imagination in my head about Dark Harry Potter. He joins the Lord Voldemort and betrayed all his friends. When the war ended, the Lord's side Voldemort wins. Everything is in chaos but Harry ignores it all because he only cares about the reader, his old girlfriend. (Harry still loves the reader even though the reader hates Harry.) He might have requested that the Lord Voldemort gave the reader as a reward to him after the war. Something like that, and ummm, a drama that is both bitter and sad and angry at the same time full of longing for each other? A rough and sad lovemaking? 🥺

hi! thank you so much for requesting! i hope you enjoy!

pairing: dark!harry james potter x fem!reader AU (18+)

summary: harry's all-consuming anger successfully tempts him to join voldemort in the war, sending you, his girlfriend, away in an attempt to keep you safe. years later he asks for your return, and is met with bitterness and rage as you struggle to navigate your feelings for each other in a post-war world.

c/w: smut!!! angst!! slow burn! mentions/threats of weapons, violence, abuse, and death/murder. smut is all the way at the end (grinding, oral, penetration, submissive!harry & dominant!reader) lightly edited, not book/movie/canon accurate

word count: 12.6k

a/n: this is giving me manacled x star wars and i love it lol, so so so much fun to write. i tried to make the reader more angst-y and dominant than normal, so if you like this please let me know! sorry if the plot doesn't make much sense. i also started school this week so please be patient with me! going to try and start posting shorter blurbs/headcanons between requests <3

harry was standing at a window in the lord's manor, watching the street below him as people sulked aimlessly by. it was a typical, gloomy day, the clouds gathering heavily above. it had been raining for weeks, maybe even months at this point, and it was beginning to cast a permanent gray shadow across the city. not even the weather could escape the tragedies of the war.

though harry chose to not dwell on the war, he felt its lingering effects. even from his lofty spot in the comfort of the lord's castle, which he barely left anymore. its walls had become harry's second skin. so long as he had everything delivered to him whenever he desired, it was disgusting to him to even think of stepping outside.

yet still, harry could see the abandoned and damaged shops just outside the lord's gates lining the courtyard along the cobblestone streets. the burnt remains of what once was. the sunken-in faces of the remaining people in the city. the lack of light, the lack of life, the lack of magic.

there's a part of harry, a weak cry from deep inside his repressed past, that feels bad. he was once a young wizard with bright eyes walking the streets of these same shops. he once enjoyed the sounds of shared happiness, and found solace in the fact that despite his lack of, there would always be joy in the world around him.

however, as harry grew older, and the circumstances around him shifted, he found himself getting angrier more often. not just on a weekly basis over small interactions or mistakes, but all the time, from the moment he was awoken by his nightmares to the moment he fell back into them. harry simply had no room inside of him left for anything else. it was just anger. pure, unbridled anger that only caused annoyance at first, then small outbursts of irritation after a while, and, eventually, he couldn't look at anyone or anything without wanting to physically destroy it for no reason other than he was just angry.

harry was angry at the world for having magic in it in the first place. he hated the divide it caused between muggles and non-muggles, pure bloods and half bloods. he was angry that divide is what took his parents from him before he could even properly know them. he was angry he had to grow up in abuse and neglect under the guise of 'safety'. he was angry he never received an apology, an admittance of guilt, not even a hint of closure for the past that was still controlling his present.

the boy who used to risk his life to save hogwarts and the students inside of it would eventually be the same one to let them fall.

when voldemort came back, and harry's anger was at its worst, he knew there was a connection. he didn't know about horcruxes yet and he certainly didn't know he was one. and yet he knew, somewhere deep inside him again, that it wasn't a coincidence. there was a reason his anger was consuming him, and the reason was voldemort.

after cedric's death, harry had begun to spiral. the nightmares were worse than before, he felt deathly paranoid constantly, and couldn't escape the intruding memories of the graveyard. though harry had managed well enough afterwards, still suppressing his rage, he couldn't hide the change in his personality from those closest to him. ron and hermione were the first to bring it up, but, of course, harry had snapped and told them to mind the business that pays them. despite his resistance, they tried until the very end to help their best friend see through his anger, to remember what was right and wrong.

however, once sirius was dead, it was all over.

harry had simply lost any hope that was left within him. watching sirius fall through the veil, his eyes lifeless and cold, was like watching harry himself die. he didn't think he could get any lower, and then he watched the only family he had left be cursed just within his reach.

harry was never the same after that. when he sat in bed late at night staring at the marauders map in his lap, he thought about how much he hated this life that's been made for him. the boy who lived, the scape goat, the hero, our only hope. it was crushing. harry was just a boy. he wanted to live a normal life.

but he knew he never could. not after tom riddle, not after cedric, not after sirius. even if everything went away tomorrow and harry could just attend his classes and be with his friends, nothing would change. he would still be alone, he would still be angry, and he would still suffer from his traumas. what was the point in fighting for good or living to see the end when you would always end up alone?

except, harry wasn't alone, really. he had you.

if there was one thing in this lifetime, one thing throughout this entire war that could have saved harry, it was you.

you and harry had been classmates for a year or so before really getting to know each other, and started dating not long after. when you were around, harry knew there was something worth fighting for. though he may feel angry and everything and everyone and everything everyone said, harry could never truly be mad with you. it's like when you looked at him the anger was muted, numb, deep inside him, and as soon as someone would interrupt it was bubbling at the surface again.

you were worried about harry, of course, and saw the effects his anger had on his relationships with everyone else around him. besides you.

he remembers you clearly, still to this day, and just how upset you were anytime he lashed out. if he'd felt anything other than anger at that time, it would've been guilt. guilt for hurting you, for scaring you. guilt, but not guilty enough to stop.

the anger was stronger.

even when you asked him, begged him, please, harry, please stop letting your anger win, and even when he promised, swore on his own grave, that he would try harder to stop for you, he never did.

harry was beyond angry. he was spiteful. all he had ever been was kind, a pushover who gave everyone the respect he was never graced with. he's saved strangers who wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire. he's lost his family in their sacrifice for the greater good that now rested upon harry's 16 year old shoulders.

he was beginning to think the fight wasn't worth it.

not only did the fight for good no longer seem worthy to harry, the fight against it only seemed to become more enticing. why should harry continue to risk his life and sanity when there would always be fights of blood purity? why should he be the hero everyone else has always wanted him to be?

for a long time, the answer was you. you were reason enough for harry to keep fighting, to keep his anger under control. when he looked at you things made sense for just a moment, his suffering was worth it to see you alive and well. until it wasn't.

everyone has a breaking point, and harry felt like he had finally reached his. as the war had geared up to a point of no return, harry had to make a decision. he had always assumed his decision was already made for him since birth, but he soon realized he never actually had to follow this path set for him in the first place. he was free to do as he pleased. he wasn't dumbledore, he wasn't his parents, he wasn't even the hero everyone thought he was. he was angry. he was spiteful.

worse than that, harry was vengeful.

so, when he met voldemort in the woods during the battle of hogwarts to accept his death, harry instead offered him a proposal the dark lord simply couldn't refuse. harry potter, his living horcrux, would become his successor upon his death. harry would fight with and for voldemort, training to become the most powerful dark wizard in history, and to finally let tom riddle rest well knowing the world was in just as dark, evil hands as his own.

though voldemort was skeptical at first, naturally, as harry expected him to be, he could eventually see the darkness within harry nearly consuming him whole. he was as serious as death itself. he no longer had the desire within him to continue fighting for, what he saw as, a lost cause. voldemort was rather pleased with this news, though never expected harry to come around like he did. he hadn't even considered it, really. but who was he to deny his own successor?

upon harry's return to hogwarts with voldemort and his death eaters in tow, every single person who watched was stunned into silence. even mcgonagall, who had been instructing and encouraging the students all night in their fight, had become speechless and teary eyed at the sight. ron had to catch hermione, who nearly fell to the floor.

but nobody was as upset as you were.

you had already been sobbing watching harry walk off into the woods towards his own death thinking you would never see him alive again. only to watch him emerge from the same treeline with the enemy by his side. it's like you got kicked in the gut. you would've almost rather never seen harry again.

"harry!" you had screamed in a broken voice as he crossed the bridge, voldemort's snake slithering at his feet. you were running to him, breaking through the multiple arms that tried to hold you back.

voldemort tried to raise his wand to you, but harry had stopped him, telling him to let him handle it. he was suspicious at first, still not fully trusting harry's intentions just yet, but was reassured by the sinister look in his eyes.

harry looked at you. he remembers feeling a twinge of that same guilt from before, the tiniest spark of hope deep within his rage. he really did love you, at least at some point he did. you would've made all of this worth it, you would've been the reason to keep going. but not even you were reason enough anymore. for so long he had been ready to take his revenge on the world that failed him.

"harry, what are you doing?" you had asked him, voice shaking. you were almost whispering, your eyes nervously glancing towards voldemort every other second in fear for your safety. harry grabbed your hands but you pulled them back, a look of disgust coming across your face.

"come with me." harry had told you. your look of disgusted transformed into shock, anger, confusion, and guilt. there were mumblings coming from the crowd of students behind you. "what?" you had asked, nearly breathless at this point, your eyes searching him for answers.

"come with me, [y/n]. i want you by my side as i become the most powerful dark lord in the world." harry explained, taking steps towards you with an excited grin on his face, his eyes still dark with corruption. you were still in shock when he grabbed for your hands. he kissed your knuckles softly with a quiet, "i love you,"

he had meant it, but not like he used to.

it took a few moments of silence and some tense eye contact before you pulled your hands away, letting the tears fall again as you attempted to gather your words. "you can't do this, harry. i will never join the dark lord. you know this isn't right, why are you doing this? why? why?" you're practically begging for an answer as harry looked away, an irritated expression on his face, clenching his jaw together. your hands reached for his shirt and jacket, trying to shake some sense into him as you grasped them tightly and pulled him closer.

"don't you love me?" you had asked him in the most heartbreaking, soul crushing voice. your words were weak, but your sentiment was palpable. you were bloody, dirty, covered in scars from fighting, holding harry close to you as you begged him with wide eyes. not too much earlier in the year he would've folded immediately looking at you, so innocent and desperate, his last bit of hope in the world.

but it was already far too late.

"take her to azkaban," harry had announced, angling his head back to the deatheaters behind him, keeping his eyes locked with yours. your grip on his clothes loosened and shocked gasps came from the crowd. harry looked at voldemort, who was a bit puzzled by the situation, but backed up harry's real nonetheless. "you heard the boy," he snapped towards the men behind him.

the deatheaters walked towards you as you stepped away from harry. "no, no, no, stop!" you were screaming, trying to back away from them, but they had grabbed your arms aggressively and began dragging you towards the bridge. "[y/n]!" a few students had shouted, running towards you before their attempts were blocked by a wave of voldemort's wand. the students fell to the ground, watching helplessly as you continued to fight your way out of the deatheaters' grasps. harry stood still, emotionless, completely stoic as he heard your desperate wails and calls for his name disappear into the woods behind him.

the rest of that night or day or whatever it was has since been completely blocked out of harry's mind, forever. his rage had reached a level he didn't know was possible. all he could recall anymore is the blood, the screaming, the running, and the light of his wand in his hand. many students and professors died during that battle at his hand, along with voldemort's and the deatheaters'. the castle was then burned to the ground, signifying the end of the battle. hogwarts had never stood a chance.

and, now, harry stands in the dark lord's manor, staring at the abandoned buildings lining his street, and he's thinking of you.

he often wondered how life would have been if you had joined him that day. though his years since have been packed with death, fights, destruction, and chaos, there were moments alone or in peril where you crossed his mind like a gentle breeze. a simpler part of his past, a light in his darkness. your soft, kind eyes, wide with shock as you back away from him, fixated on the deatheaters coming to collect you. your sweet, melodic voice screaming and breaking as you were dragged away, fighting for your freedom. harry could remember the moment perfectly despite everything else in his life being a blur.

he wonders how you would have filled the role as his partner in crime after choosing him. two dark lords unstoppable against the forces of the wizarding world, fighting 'good' and spreading evil just as he had been this whole time. would you have succumbed easily to the temptation? would you be as dark as harry was? could you maybe even be darker?

but harry knew it was a fruitless endeavor from the beginning. he had wanted to ask you anyways, to at least give you a chance to make the decision to be with him, even if he already knew what your response would be. harry was a bit let down at first, hoping maybe there was enough love between you to push morals aside, but he knew he would never be that lucky. part of why he fell in love with you way before his anger began was your commitment and dedication to what you believed was right. that same trait would be the driving force behind his decision to lock you away.

harry knew you. and he knew you wouldn't stop fighting until your body gave out, and maybe even after that. he may have lost you by sending you to azkaban for the foreseeable future of the war, but he'd rather know you were safe somewhere solitary than spend his years wondering where your dead body had been rotting into the dirt all this time. though azkaban was desolate, dark, isolated, and torturous, it allowed harry to sleep at night thinking of your still-beating heart resting safely behind those impenetrable walls.

lately his nights had become more restless, though, as the thought of you still residing in azkaban began to sit with him. he didn't feel guilt, really, he knew it was what was ultimately best for you. but he did miss you.

after the war had died down and voldemort took his place as the rightful dark lord of the world, harry's anger began to subside for the first time in years. rather than rage fueling his insatiable desire to destroy, he felt incredibly numb and disengaged with everything around him. the desolate streets and grim sky and abandoned city outside the windows began to fit his mental state more and more. for the first time since he was a teenager, harry could see past the anger.

and all he wanted was you.

so, harry had reached out to the dark lord, who spent most of his time at his new ministry castle across the country from the old manor he let harry watch over. they communicated every so often, checking in on business and social matters, but otherwise never had to meet in person.

harry sent him a letter asking for your release and direct delivery to his household, barring from reason. he felt after the war he had lead with and for voldemort, he owed harry a singular favor all these years later.

it only took 2 days for a confirmation letter to be sent back to harry, signed by voldemort himself, dating your arrival for the next day.

harry had his house elf, jinx, make up your room, asking her to be sure it was comfortable and clean before your delivery tomorrow afternoon, and to also provide plenty of options for dinner.

harry spent all night thinking about you, wondering what you'd look like after all this time. how similar or different you would be from what he remembers. how you'd react to seeing him. he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't react well, likely needing an extended period of alone time to adjust being here before he'd ever get a civil moment with you. but he was up for the challenge, otherwise he'd never ask for your return in the first place. he was releasing his anger, and instead building his patience, if not just to hold you one more time.

there was a delicious smell filling the mansion as the clock drew nearer to your arrival. harry was dressed better than he had been in years, and had jinx make the usually desolate looking building feel warm and inviting. fireplaces roaring, warm lamps flooding the hallways, and the grand dining table set to perfection for 2 particular guests.

harry didn't want to make it too obvious, but it was hard for him to hide how excited he was to see you again. even if you were different, even if you hated him, all he wanted was to see you in person, his eyes locking with yours for the first time since the day you were dragged away at his command.

once the hour was upon him, harry could hear footsteps and voices on the second floor. his heart leaped, setting down his glass of wine before heading for the stairs.

"let go of me, let go of me," a strained voice was crying down the hall, the sounds of a struggle coming from harry's left. he saw two house elves, rather squat and bulky, holding onto the arms of a frail body covered in a simple striped prison dress.

one elf turned to harry and gave him a devilish grin, "ah, there's the man himself!" he growled, his partner turning as well. "sorry we were late, mr. potter, someone here wasn't too keen on leaving azkaban, for some reason," he apologizes, pulling at the arm he's holding.

you slowly turn your head and stop struggling, your eyes wide with fear and mouth dropped open. "harry?" you whispered to yourself, your knees nearly giving out beneath you before the elves aggressively pulled you back up.

the first elf groans, rolling his eyes at you. "where can we put her, huh?" he asks, his tone impatient. harry pulls a few gold coins out of his pocket and hands them over to both of the elves. "right here is just fine. thank you, boys," he tells them.

the elves happily accept the tips and drop you to the ground, quickly disappearing in a flash.

you're left heavily breathing on the floor of the hall, sniffling and groaning in pain before diverting your attention to harry. your eyes were still wide, your eyebrows creased in confusion as you tried to move yourself further away from him on your hands and knees.

harry gave you your space, but watched intently as you nervously increased the distance between both of you. your hair was long, tangled, greasy, and falling around you like a curtain. you were smaller than he remembered, your eyes sunken in and cheeks more hollowed than before. you were pale, and visibly dirty. the soles of your feet were nearly black.

harry felt a pain in his stomach, his blood pressure rising imagining how you lived inside the walls of the prison. he couldn't identify the feeling. it was different from anger, but it wasn't far off.

as you continued to back up, your eyes shifted to a widow on your right. you slowly gained the energy to lift yourself and reach for the window, throwing it open before attempting to stick your hand out.

your hand hit the open window like you had never moved the glass barrier. you continued trying to stick your hand and head out, hitting at the invisible barrier with all your strength, making frustrated sounds.

"there's a spell on the house, love. you can't leave, just for now, until we can work things out," harry tried to explain gently as you continued trying to escape. he took a step towards you and you stepped away, leaning on the wall for support as you began to cry harder.

"get away from me, get away, what the fuck, what the fuck is happening," you tried to shout at him, your faced turned away and other arm putting distance between you and harry. you were gasping for air, your voice stressed and broken, shaking your head as you tried to continue backing up into the wall.

harry still attempted to give you your space. he hated to see you like this. you were so defensive and scared of everything going on around you. he wanted to give you time to calm down, but felt you needed to know what was going on.

"[y/n]," harry said, causing your head to snap towards him with curious eyes. your arm lowered slightly, your knees still weak beneath you. "listen to me, okay? just for a second," harry tried to ask kindly. he hadn't realized just how long it had been since he talked to someone this gently.

you continued to stand defensively, your eyes scanning harry up and down nervously as your breathing slowly started to still.

harry sighed, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before turning his attention to you again. "i know this is a lot, and i know it's confusing," he starts, his voice unexpectedly shaky. "but i asked voldemort, and i had you released from azkaban. i figured you may like a warm place to stay, so i had you brought here,"

you still looked confused for a moment before you narrowed your eyes, your arm coming up once again to defend yourself. "what are you talking about? where are we?" you asked harry suspiciously, still scanning him from head to toe.

"my manor. well, the lord's manor, but, essentially mine," harry says a bit awkwardly. you gave him a look of disgust, leaning further into the wall for support. "why would i want to be here? with you?" you practically spat at him with hatred in your eyes. harry was unaffected.

"i know you don't. but there's nowhere else to go. i promise." harry tells you solemnly. your eyes widen a bit again, a flash of fear coming across your face, but the anger quickly returns.

"i'd rather live in rubble than prop my feet up in the dark lord's manor," you say sharply, taking a step towards him in attempt to intimidate him. though you weren't much shorter than harry, you were weak, and tired, and he wasn't necessarily afraid of your threats.

he took a step back anyways, giving you more space. "look," he says, his eyes turning to the floor before he can steady his breathing and reply. "it's just for now. if you really don't want to stay, i won't make you." he says softly before returning his eyes to yours. they're not as bright as he remembers them in his dreams about you.

"but," he says, causing your jaw to clench. "you will stay until you're well again. and it's not up for debate." harry tells you firmly, his tone not as gentle as before.

you swallow harshly, your stomach growling audibly as the smell of the food downstairs begins to settle into your senses.

harry notices this and smirks to himself before quickly returning to a neutral state. "now," he announces, straightening out his blazer. "until the food is ready, there's a room made up for you just down this hall and to your left. it has a bathroom, and clothes. take all the time you need." he says before promptly turning on his heels and heading downstairs, his heart still racing from his encounter with you.

sitting in the living room watching the fireplace in front of him, harry eventually hears the door of your new bedroom click open and swiftly close. not long after he can hear the plumbing rumble as you take your first shower. he smiles at the fact that you're finally in his life once more, even if the circumstances were completely unusual.

harry's nearly concerned and wanting to send jinx to check on you after 2 hours of running water before it stops, the sound of the bathroom fan taking its place. harry's relieved.

"jinx, could tell our guest the foods ready," harry tells the elf as she brings the last tray from the kitchen to the dining room. she nods to herself, shuffling up the stairs sluggishly.

harry's pouring another glass of wine in the kitchen and decides to pour you one as well. on his way into the dining room, he sees you standing in the entryway. you're dressed in a large jumper, oversized pajamas bottoms, and your hair is still rather wet plopped into a bun on top of your head. your skin is rubbed raw, your cheeks still flushed pink as you analyze the table full of food in front of you.

harry smiles at your shocked gaze, your stomach growling again as he tries to hand you your glass of wine. you turn your nose at him, taking a step back. he smiles curtly and heads to his seat, setting your glass with his.

"figured you might be hungry," harry says as he sits down, his plate made for him already. he looks at you, arms still crossed, nose turned away, but eyes peeking at the endless food at your disposal. he can tell you're trying to keep your guard up, but your stomach hasn't stopped rumbling since you came downstairs.

he gestures to your chair just across from him, a plate made for you as well. you look at him, your eyes curious but expression still tight. you carefully take a step closer to the table, but you're still weary.

harry gives you a sympathetic smile. "after tonight you can have any meal you want in your solitude. i just thought i'd be nice and host my guest for the first night," he tells you, catching your gaze.

your curious look quickly turns to one of anger. "i'm not your guest. i'm practically a prisoner again." you hiss, your eyes boring into his with contempt. harry can sense the rage building inside of you. he's familiar with the feeling.

though you were different in so many ways, your dull eyes and lifeless voice, you were also similar in your determined attitude. you had always been the type to stand up and take charge, which harry completely admired and was impressed by. he found your beauty to be most potent in your strong will and cunning mind.

he admired you for just a moment, looking down at him with enough hatred to send shivers over his body. you looked so young, your skin supple and smooth under the light of the candles and fireplace, your hair falling loosely to frame your furrowed brow. you were just as pretty as he remembered, even if your expression always contained a hint of sadness and fear around him.

harry simply smiles softly, sitting back in his chair. "i prefer guest," he says teasingly. you suddenly snap at him, grabbing for his steak knife and pushing your arm to his neck against the back of the chair, holding the point of the knife to the side of his neck.

if looks could kill, the knife would've been unnecessary. your eyes were nearly black as you shakily push against harry's throat. "let me out of here now or i swear, harry," your voice cracks saying his name. "i swear i'll fucking kill you," you spit, leaning further into your grasp him on, your jaw clenched tightly.

harry, to your surprise, just chuckles to himself, not even struggling to breathe as he looks up at you deviously. your eyes widen just before you feel your arms start to move for you, as well as your legs. your neck is strained as well, an invisible force pushing you away from harry as the knife drops from your hand.

you're suddenly released from the mysterious grasp, and you choke out a breath, looking back at harry. he's smirking, but trying not to let you see as his pointed hand lowers from you. he fixes his shirt and chair, gesturing again to your seat across from him. "as thrilling as that was, love, not yet. i'd like you to stay here for at least a month before i consider placing you elsewhere." harry states, picking his knife back up to place on the table.

you stare at harry incredulously. "a month?" you ask, your face turning red again. you take another step towards him but you falter in fear of him using the same force as before to stop you. you stumble as your mind races to gather your thoughts. "how…you…i'm not staying here for a month! this is insanity! how could you send me away like that and just bring me back like it was nothing? a shower and a plate of food and suddenly those 5 years in azkaban never happened?"

you're now shouting at harry with a broken voice, your emotions on high as the tears threaten to fall again. harry watches you, just watches, and simply gestures to your chair again. "just join me," he insists.

you go to yell again, but harry sternly interrupts. "we can discuss this another time. please. sit down." he commands from you.

your mask drops for a moment, a look of fear crossing your face before diverting your eyes away completely to your chair. your stomach growls again, your hand covering it to hide the sound.

it takes a few moments until you slowly make your way to sit down, glancing at harry before taking your seat. harry begins eating silently, and, not long after, you're digging into your first real plate of food in years.

harry can't help but smile to himself subtly watching you indulge yourself for a moment, the mask slipping again as you gratefully shovel spoonfuls of food into your mouth with a sigh of relief. he was glad you were eating, even if he had to put up a bit of a fight to convince you.

as harry finishes up, you're still making your way through your second plate. he stands, grabbing your attention and making you curl back into your seat. "jinx," he calls out before sipping the last of his wine. jinx comes to the table and grabs harry's glass and plate, turning to take them to the kitchen.

"[y/n], this is jinx," harry motions to the elf, who gives you a warm smile. you return the smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "if you ever need anything, anything at all, don't be afraid to ask her. she lives to serve," harry tells you proudly, earning a slight look of disgust from you before returning a smile at jinx.

"this was a lovely dinner, ms. jinx, thank you so much, truly," you thank her honestly. she bows to you slightly before continuing her way through the doors to the kitchen.

you shoot harry a glare. "the harry i knew would've never kept a house elf," you say, your words dripping with disdain. harry ignores your statement, turning to the stairs before ascending them.

he leaves you alone at the dining table, closing himself off in the master bedroom for the night. just as he's finishing up brushing his teeth, he hears your door click shut. that night he fell asleep feeling more reassured than he had in years knowing the pretty girl he couldn't keep his mind off of was asleep just down the hall from him.

it had been a few weeks since harry moved you in, and he rarely ended up seeing you in the mansion. you were often locked away in your room, or taking showers, and harry only ever saw you when you were finishing up a meal with jinx.

you had become quite close with her, it seems, which harry found sweet. he was worried at first that you may be using jinx as a way to find an escape from the house, but after a while without incident, harry realized how silly the idea was. you truly could connect with anyone.

one of the only other times he saw you, though, was when he passed by the open library one night. harry had been restless, thinking about his past in depth, feeling emotions he couldn't place, and decided to watch the sunrise to clear his head. he took a quick glance through the doors before spotting you curled up on one of the couches, a book in hand, fast asleep beside a warm lamp.

harry stopped, taking a moment to admire you from afar. you had gained some weight back being here, which harry loved to see. your cheeks were full and rounded, your hands not as frail, and the color was coming back to your skin. your hair looked impossibly soft under the light, sprawled everywhere around your angelic, sleeping face. harry couldn't help the cheesy smile that overcame his face. he was just happy that you were okay.

outside of that, harry spent most of his time alone, thinking about you. you hadn't reached out to him yet, which he expected, but was surprised when a month came and went and you still didn't confront him. he hadn't made his decision just yet, so he didn't have an answer for you even if you had asked him. he saw you were doing better, but still wasn't confident in letting you go. not just for selfish reasons, of course, but he wanted to be sure you were equipped enough to live on your own.

but, harry had to admit, his heart raced when he heard your soft footsteps pass his door to the stairs. his mind went blank seeing your figure standing in the dining room with jinx, chatting over a plate of snacks together. his blood ran cold when he heard your soft giggle from somewhere in the mansion. like a beautiful ghost haunting his past.

harry knew even before he sent his letter to voldemort that his feelings for you had never truly gone away. deep under his rage, his unforgiving heart, his cold blooded nature, his love for you had always remained. but he was learning to accept your departure if you chose to do so. a final goodbye to the most beautiful part of his unsightly life. harry wasn't sure he could handle the idea.

he was struggling with his thoughts, the constant back and forth he was feeling about you. at first harry was sleeping better with you there knowing you were safe, but now he stayed up late worrying himself sick over the decisions he had to make now that you were actually there.

sitting in bed, staring at the rising sun through his window, harry's mind was exhausting him. he hadn't slept all night and could feel the effects setting in. slowly, he stood from the bed and slipped on his house shoes along with his robe. he quietly leaves his room to not disturb you so early just down the hall.

he walks to the opposite end of the hall towards the balcony, and takes his usual seat facing the sunrise.

harry contemplates here most mornings, but never comes to any radical conclusions. he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what's best for you anymore. he knows he selfishly wants you all to himself still, but also knows you deserve to live the life you want no matter what his opinion is. it's the same conversation with himself every time, and it leaves him confused and upset for keeping you here like he is. even if his heart is in the right place.

his thoughts are interrupted by jinx, who offers harry a cup of tea. he thanks her, but quickly calls her back to ask a question. "jinx, um…[y/n], how is she doing?" he asks.

jinx, a quiet house elf, gives harry a smile, and pats his shoulder. her smile is warm and reassuring, as well as her hand. as she walks off, harry smiles to himself a bit. he's not completely satisfied with the answer, but he takes what he can get.

finishing his cup of tea with the sun shining over the horizon, harry turns to head inside before being met with the sight of you standing at the open doorway of the balcony.

you're dressed in a simple long sleeve pajama shirt along with comfortable pants, your arms crossed as the morning chill sets into the air. harry's a bit startled at first, but gives you a polite smile, diverting his eyes and walking around you to leave you be.

"harry," you said softly, turning to him.

harry's heart dropped, but turned to you promptly with eager eyes. the way you said his name, your soft voice, he was already so captivated by you.

"can we talk?"

now harry was worried. this is what he's been afraid of since you got here. he's not ready to answer you. he doesn't know what he's going to say when you desperately ask him to leave and never come back.

"of course," he says calmly, gesturing to the balcony so you could sit together.

once you've joined him in watching the sun, you two fall into a somewhat comfortable silence as the soft wind whistles past.

"i never thanked you," you said quietly after a while, almost a whisper in the wind. harry looked at you, looking at the sunrise. your face was radiant. you were brilliant in the light of the sun, your hair still impossibly soft and beautiful, falling around you, following the flow of the air. harry was overwhelmed with the beauty your presence held in this moment. "you never had to."

you glanced at harry, studying his expression, before turning back to the sun. "it's also been a month." you state coldly. harry's gaze drops, sighing. "57 days, technically," he mumbles.

a few moments of silence pass again, leaving harry an anxious mess in his seat. he tried to think of a gentle way to let you know he still needed time to decide what to do. a way to tell you without putting his life at risk to your anger.

"well, as much as i hate to say this, you were right," you say, still watching the sunrise in deep thought. harry was shocked by your words, immediately sitting up in his seat to get a better look at your face.

you were stoic, your eyes fixated on the scene out beyond your reach. "what?" harry asked, not believing his own ears. a small smile crept to your lips, the first one he's managed to see himself since you've been here. his heart aches at just the hint of seeing it again.

"don't make me say it again, potter," you try to say threateningly with that small smile, your eyes falling to your lap.

harry is stunned into silence, watching you with careful eyes. "but, you were right. i needed time to be healthy again." you said to him, your back still turned. harry stayed quiet, allowing you to continue. "i was angry with you. i still am. i don't think it'll ever stop," you inform him, the coldness returning to your voice. "but," he was preparing himself for the rejection, the questions, the begging.

"i'd like to stay, if you'll have me," you offer in a slightly embarrassed tone, your face turned the other way.

to say harry was shocked at your request is an understatement. he was expecting you to have a plan to take him out if he had rejected your request to leave yet. he never considered the idea that you might actually want to stay with him.

"i'll have you forever, if you let me," harry responds, a small smile on his face as well. you shoot him a warning look. "not forever. just until i feel well again." you tell him, your voice cold once more. you turn back to the sun, now completely over the horizon. "figured you owe me that much," you say in an accusatory voice.

harry just smirks to himself. you could never be soft for long when he was around. but he appreciated that you felt you could ask him to stay, though you never had to in the first place. harry really would have had you forever, if you'd let him.

"stay as long as you need to." he says.

you glance back at him again, your eyes softer this time. you're analyzing him for a moment before turning to him a bit. "it took me a long time to understand why you sent me to azkaban," you tell him, your voice steady and emotionless. harry just watches you, admiring the light surrounding you.

"you would've never stood a chance in destroying the world had i been free," you state, your eyes still examining him. harry offers you another small smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes the same way. "you knew you were weak," you say.

harry's now analyzing your expression, your words swimming around in his mind. "i did," he admitted to you. "it was just easier if i knew where you were all this time," he says breathlessly.

your eyes narrow at him once more, the anger returning to your body language. "easier for you. i would've never done the same if the roles were reversed." you snapped at him harshly. harry believed you. he thought about it a lot in his nightly battles with his own mind.

"you're right," harry stated, still admiring you in your anger. you were upset, but gave harry a questioning look. your eyes softened only a bit. "i think about it all the time," he admits to you gently.

you're a bit puzzled by his admittance of guilt, but don't let it stop you. "i hope it haunts you at night the way it haunts me," you say sharply, your eyes dark.

"always has," harry says to himself, only making you more angry. "you poor thing. must've been so tough relaxing in this mansion knowing i was rotting away in solitary confinement." your voice is strong, powerful, a contrast to the broken words you gave harry your first day here.

"it was," harry says simply, sensing your rising impatience with him. you stood from your seat, towering over him as he continued watching you in wonder. "you evil little rat. you're just lucky my magic is restricted by this spell. i would've killed you in your sleep that first night." you threaten him, gesturing to the protection spell around the castle and balcony.

harry wants to stop himself, but can't keep the smirk off his face. this only angers you more, pulling your arm back and slapping harry square across his face.

he doesn't react, instead allowing himself to stay facing away from you. "i hate you," you state weakly, your hands balled at your side. harry looks at you, the smirk still playing on his lips. "i know," he says softly.

you frustratedly sit back down, turning to look back at the sunrise once more.

a long silence settles over you two, listening to the sounds of the city as it awakens around you. eventually, you stand, turning to leave harry alone on the balcony. you pause before you leave.

"i still never thanked you, harry." you speak softly, your back turned to him. he looks over at you, your curves glowing in the morning light. "you never had to," he replies, and you're off down the dark hallway.

for the next few months, you and harry live together amicably. he sees you around more often as you start to leave the confines of your room. of course the library was a place of solace for you, but he started to see you more in the living room, on the balcony, or in the dining room enjoying jinx's company. for a while you two exchanged polite greetings, simple glances and acknowledgements, before asking about each other's days, or commenting on the weather. it was agonizingly slow for harry, but he was breaking through your walls one way or another.

one day not long after you'd slapped him on the balcony, you sat in the living room with harry, across from his seat on the couch. he was surprised by your presence, but gave you a small smile over his book anyway. "jinx tells me you've been acting different," you'd stated bluntly, watching his face for a reaction.

harry put down the book he was reading, giving you his attention. "have i?" he asks. you were always examining him, your eyes critical but curious at the same time. "she says your anger used to be terrible. even worse than i remember." you lead him on.

harry bit his lip thinking about the years where his rage was at its worst. he tried not to dwell on them, and instead tried to focus on the newfound emotions consuming his life. but he couldn't deny the path of destruction he'd left while seeing red.

harry eventually nodded, his eyes distant. "it was," he admits, his voice just as lost in thought. you shifted in your seat. "you let it ruin everything, harry." you said softly, leaving him looking at the floor in disappointment. "i know," he admitted.

the silence between you was palpable. harry felt the weight of it on his shoulders before you spoke again. "i would hear about the things you did while in azkaban. the guard would tell me even after i asked him to stop." you inform him. harry can still feel your eyes shooting daggers at him.

"for so long i fantasized about being the one to kill you, to finally put an end to voldemort." you said wistfully. harry glanced at you, seeing a longing look on your face. "how brave of [y/n] to put her love aside to kill the dark lord's apprentice." you said in a mocking tone, leaning back in your seat.

harry watched you, imagining you in azkaban, dreaming of putting an end to his life, while he dreamed of freeing you. it was a fair trade, he thought, and not one he would argue against at this point. and it didn't go unnoticed that you mentioned your love for him, either.

"you still can," harry says, causing you to snap your eyes back at him. "excuse me?" you ask with a sneer. harry puts his book to the side and sits up, his feet planted on the ground. "kill me, that is. it's not impossible." he tells you with intrigue.

you're staring at him incredulously, your eyes always searching him. "you're…you're kidding, right? i mean, you took my magic while yours seems to be highly skilled. you really think i'd stand a chance?" you ask with a sarcastic laugh.

harry stands from his seat, taking achingly slow steps around the coffee table towards you. "yes, while your magic is weak, you are not, [y/n]. i've gone out of my way to keep the knives, fire pokers, swords, and hundreds of books on potions and charms out for your use, at any time, have i not?" harry questions you, getting closer now. though you would normally pull back from him, you stay seated, trying to process his words.

standing just before you, harry admires the curves of your face against the light of the fire. "with your nimble step and cunning wit," harry lifts his hand to gently put his fingers to your chin. the first physical contact he's had with you. unless you count the time you held that knife to his throat. "you could gut me like a pig before i even have the chance to squeal," harry's voice is soft but dark, your breathing caught in your throat at the contact.

as he backed away, harry could see the physical effect he had on you. your nervous blinking, your jaw tightening, hands trembling; he found it sweet he could still do that to you, even if you claimed to hate him.

after that day, harry felt less tension between you two. maybe being vulnerable around you made you realize he was never a threat to begin with. he didn't want anything from you, and he didn't care if you never wanted anything from him. as long as you were safe, that was all he cared about. he hoped you were starting to understand that.

though conversations between you were still tense and cryptic, there was a sense of unspoken comradery that felt nostalgic to you both. your serious, brooding angst matched with harry's calm, collected coldness made for an interesting match. it was never the same as before, you were both fairly aware it wasn't ever going to be, but there was an undoubted chemistry that still lingered from your teenage years together.

however, something else that always lingered during your interactions is your distaste for harry's actions. at any chance you can, you poke and prod at his past, partly to understand, he assumes, but also to test his limits. you were always cautious and suspicious of his submissive behavior when it came to this kind of confrontation; how could someone who was, at least at one point, so evil, so cruel and heartless, become so nonchalant about their past? who wipes out entire cities just to 'not dwell on it'?

this was always a point of contention between you, even if everything else until that point had been somewhat playful. it never so much upset harry as it riled you up, bringing strong emotions to the forefront, causing you to lash out at him. though he always stayed calm, he also always seemed to listen. he never disagreed with your feelings or sentiments, if anything he agreed with your hatred for himself. it's like that day in the living room when he tempted you with his death, and yet you never took the bait.

harry rather enjoyed watching you work yourself up, and admired how quick you were to defend yourself. he never wanted to upset you, of course, but sometimes he couldn't help his cheeky responses knowing it would get a look out of you that made his heart jump. it might not be the most gentlemanly thing he does, but something about your anger excited him. it was nothing like his vengeful rage from the past, but it had its own potency that ran a chill down his spine. harry was so used to everyone cowering away from him in fear of his power that he relished your open aggression towards him. it was thrilling, and it was exactly what he needed.

harry tried to remain respectful of his guest, but having such a beautiful mind and body occupy his space with him was hard to ignore sometimes. his eyes would wander, as well as his thoughts, and he had caught himself fantasizing about you a few too many times to admit. you were stunning, of course, you always had been, but there was something about you now that elevated your beauty in harry's eyes. maybe it was the dark, unforgiving coldness of your eyes, or the strong scowl that your expression rested in, or the underlying anger that was ready to bubble over at any point, but harry was completely infatuated with who you had become.

he knew how hypocritical it was for him to admire the parts of you that were forced out in your desperation to survive the decision he made for you all those years ago. though you seldom mentioned your years in azkaban, harry could see and feel the effects it continued to have on you. they weighed on him heavily, and though harry wasn't one to regret what's happened in the past, he wished he could've figured out another way to protect you at the time. a way that didn't dim the light inside of you the way that it has been.

but still, that light was there. when you smiled to yourself at your own quips, when you admired the food jinx prepares you, when you lost yourself in your books, harry could physically feel the light radiating within you. it was familiar, like an old hug from a friend, and was unmistakably beautiful.

sometimes he felt like a teenager again, discovering the parts of you that made him fall in love in the first place. your natural charm, your captivating eyes, the innate draw he felt to you simply by being in your presence. it was unlike anything he's felt for another person, before or since meeting you. but rather than two teenagers flirting over study dates, you were now two closed off adults with a complicated history and 'break up', if you could even call it that. it was nothing like the past, yet it was entirely too similar.

you and harry had been sitting in silence together in the living room, reading your respective books, enjoying each other's company. it was one of harry's favorite things to do with you now, and one of the only ways you two could be together without it ending in tension. neither of you talked, neither of you made noise outside of the occasional chuckle or gasp at your readings; it was a peaceful excuse for harry to be near you, and sometimes admire you from over the pages.

this night, however, you broke the traditional silence by asking harry a question you'd been keeping to yourself. "harry," you started. he loved the sound of his name in your voice, it was invigorating to listen to.

harry turned his head to you, his book still in his lap, noticing you've long since placed yours on the table beside you. "[y/n]," he responded with his typical smirk, returning his eyes to his book.

you cleared your throat a bit, your ankles crossing in front of you. "how often did you think of me," it was more of a statement than a question, your tone not as cold and questioning as it typically was.

harry knew what you meant, of course, and waited a moment before answering you. "i'd never stopped," he said simply. it was true, and it still is.

you turned to look at the fireplace, your knees bouncing out of the corner of harry's eye as he pretends to continue reading. "but you never came back for me," you stated. harry's eyebrows furrowed, glancing at you again before looking away to leave you with your words. "you left me there to die," you said, that familiar coldness returning to your tone.

harry let out a sharp breath. "that was never my intention, and you know that." he says without a reaction. you become visibly irritated, your jaw clenching with your fists. "you never thought about me," you insisted, your words heavy with contempt.

harry shut his book and threw it beside him, leaning towards you. you turned to glare at him, your nostrils flared. "i was lucky to sleep one full night in the last 5 years without a singular dream of you." he tells you, his voice as steady as his eye contact. "you haunt me like a ghost, [y/n]. you always will."

you're looking at him questionably as you stand from your seat across from him, now making your way towards him. "good. i hope you never forget about what you did to me. i won't." you hiss at him, your cheeks turning red. harry's mind races with you towering over him, leaning back in his seat to fully enjoy the view.

"how could i forget about you?" he quips, that same damn smirk making you grit your teeth. you take another, heavier step towards him, your fists trembling at your sides. "stop fucking doing that," you spit threateningly.

harry cocks his head to the side, looking you up and down. he likes seeing you like this, even if it scares him a bit. "what?" he asks, pushing you even further.

you step between his legs and lean into his face, only leaving a few inches between you. "that, you fucking creep. is this funny to you?" your voice is raised now, the anger finally starting to boil over again. "not at all," harry says, still smirking at your reaction.

"then wipe the smirk off your face and stop doing this to me, harry." you instruct him, leaning back to cross your arms in front of you. harry's biting his lip, not able to resist the lustful thoughts he's having of you in this situation. "doing what, exactly?" he asks, curious what you mean.

"this, all of this, harry. you look at me like a starving animal. you watch me around the house like a stalker. you say you think of me all the time and yet you've only so much as touched my chin." you rattle off, clearly frustrated with these thoughts you've kept inside. "you bring me back here and have me live like a princess when there's people outside who live like animals because of you and what you've done," you continue to raise your voice at him, now getting yourself completely worked up.

harry just watches you, like always, not disagreeing with any of your sentiments. as he normally doesn't, he knows you're a smart girl.

"and you're still fucking looking at me like that," you growl, your arm coming across his neck once more, like the first night you were here, holding him against the cushions of the couch.

harry doesn't stop you, as he never does, and instead enjoys the feeling of you kneeling between his legs in an attempt to further choke him. "i swear on my own life i'll still kill you, potter. what the fuck do you want from me?" you interrogate him, your dark eyes searching him for answers.

the smirk on harry's face only grows, causing you to push further into his throat. it's ironic how much he wants from you right now that would only further put his life at risk in your hands.

"i…never wanted…anything…" harry chokes out. he knows he's stronger than you and could easily escape your grasp, but he enjoys the feeling of letting you have control over the moment, and over him.

"that's a fucking lie," you say through gritted teeth, getting nose to nose with harry. "tell me what you want." you insist.

harry's heart is racing, his mind going blank from the lack of oxygen, and an inconvenient erection growing through his trousers. he could tell you so many things he wants, how many nights he's spent imagining you on top of him like this once again. he knows it would only anger you more, and he was almost tempted by that thought alone.

after a few moments of harry struggling to keep his eyes focused on you, you could feel something against your thigh that caught your attention. glancing down, your weight on harry's throat lessened enough for him to breathe slightly. you looked back up at his eyes with a look of confusion and shock before quickly returning to anger.

"seriously? are you fucking turned on right now as i'm threatening your life?" you ask him with disgust, slightly pulling away. harry's cheeks flush as he tries to catch his breath, your arm still resting across this collarbone. he stays quiet, his eyes glancing between you and his lap.

you scoff at him. "you're so pathetic, potter. how you were ever a leader of anything is a mystery to me." you ridicule him, an amused smirk coming across your own face.

your condescending attitude only fuels harry's excitement more, trying not to let his expression expose how much he's enjoying this.

"it's almost like you want me to kill you," your voice is quiet but dangerously cold, giving harry goosebumps as your breath falls across his blushing face. he tries to stop it but his body can't resist a low whine being forced from his throat.

your eyes fall to his lips for just a moment before you lean into them, surprising harry with a hungry kiss as you relax your weight onto his body. more moans escape harry's mouth as you roughly force your tongue past his lips. his hand naturally finds your waist, but you slap it away harshly with your free hand. "no touching." you warn him, your lips brushing against his.

"yes ma'am," harry responds.

you give him a look, your other leg kneeling beside his as you straddle his thigh, your skirt falling perfectly over his knee. "i still hate you," you growl, choking him against the couch once more. "i know," harry says breathlessly, staring at you like a helpless puppy.

forcing him into a suffocating kiss, you eventually let harry breathe as your lips find his neck, your teeth sinking into his skin and hands grasping his shoulders tightly. he groans at the pain, earning a slight roll of your hips on his leg. harry wants nothing more than to touch you right now, guiding your hips into his body, pleasuring you like he's wanted to for so long. but for now, he's just glad you're kissing him, and enjoys the feeling of your breath against his bruised skin.

"shirt off." you command, sitting back to observe the puddle harry's become in your grasp. he wastes no time taking off his sweater, throwing it behind him as your eyes trace over his scarred torso. your cold gaze softens at the sight, your fingers tracing the healed wounds carefully.

for a moment, when you glance at harry through your eyelashes, he feels that same love you shared as kids. the soft, innocent admiration that came with inexperience. for just one moment, nothing was complicated, and there was no history. you were discovering harry all over again, like he had been with you.

the moment didn't last for long as your gaze hardened once more looking at him. you stood from your straddling position, much to his disappointment. he was ready for you to end the moment and leave, but you didn't.

"on your knees." you instructed him. again, harry wasted no time as he sunk to his knees in front of the couch, eye level with the hem of your skirt. he looked up at you eagerly, hardly believing the privilege he had to see you above him like this.

harry's heart was racing as you lifted your skirt to expose your panties to him. his eyes never left yours, his breathing hitching at the beauty just in front of his face. his hands were patiently folded in his lap, aching to grab every part of you.

you slowly lifted one thigh onto harry's shoulder, reaching down to take the glasses off his face for him, setting them to the side. "now," you told him, your voice seductive as you lean your weight into him once more. harry holds his shoulders steady, his mouth close enough to your soaked pantines to nearly taste you already.

"let me ride your face," you coo, your hands finding their way to his cheeks as he continues staring at you with hungry eyes. "it's the least you can do for me," you smirk, your voice still chillingly cold and cryptic.

harry lets out a sigh of relief and desperation, eyes glancing at your panties before returning to your gaze. you slowly push his open mouth onto you, not able to hold back a sound of relief yourself.

harry's eyes flutter shut as your hips roll onto his face, losing himself in your smell and taste. your fingers tangle into his hair to keep him in place, soft, breathy gasps falling from your lips as you watch from above.

after a minute you become too desperate and pull your panties aside, instructing harry to hold them as you force his mouth onto your dripping pussy. harry listens like a good boy and holds the fabric, his hand also taking the chance to grip your inner thigh. a deep moan escapes your throat at the feeling.

harry's tongue quickly works its way across your arousal, enjoying every part of you as he pushes himself further into your pussy. your hands try to pull his hair back to relieve some of the overwhelming feeling, but harry doesn't let you control him for once. he's desperate to please you, his hunger growing the more of you he's allowed to have.

harry's other hand grabs for your skirt to hold it above his head, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. your face is twisted in pleasure, lips bitten, eyes glazed over as you watch harry disappear between your legs.

harry moans at the sight of you, sending shivers across your skin. you moan, biting your lips closed, your hips stuttering against his mouth. "fuck," you mumble, earning another moan from harry as his tongue circles your sensitive clit.

a hand rushed to your mouth as you attempt to hide your filthy noises, the feeling making your eyes roll back. you're trying to mask your pleasure, but harry can see right through you.

you finally successfully pull his mouth off of you, lips swollen and wet as his head rests in your grip. "good," you say breathlessly. your voice falters a bit. you take your thigh off harry's shoulder, again, much to his disappointment.

"sit," you tell him, gesturing to the couch once more. harry complies, returning to his spot on the couch behind him. you reach forward and unbutton his pants, pulling them down a bit with his assistance. you can see his erection through his briefs, causing you to smirk a bit before returning to your neutral expression.

"no touching," you remind harry as you position yourself to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. harry's sure you can hear his heartbeat racing under your control.

you start grinding your soaking wet panties against harry's clothed cock, your mouth falling open with his at the sensation. the light of the fire behind you leaves harry with the beautiful sight of you glowing in his lap, your warm skin pressed against his as your breathy moans fall into his neck.

harry can hardly take the teasing any longer, his moans becoming needier the harder he gets under you. "fuck, [y/n]," his voice is deep with desire, his head rolling back once your roll your hips into him harshly. you moan at the sound of your own name, your hands returning to his shoulders as your nails dig deep into his skin.

"that's right, say my name," you smirk, grinding into harry at a faster pace. "so pathetic," you remind him.

harry continuously lets your name fall from his lips as you watch him, a helpless, desperate mess beneath you. he loves the feeling of letting you use him any way you want to.

soon you can't wait much longer, and you pull out harry's cock from his briefs. the feeling of your hand grasping his shift makes harry's hips buck up involuntarily, silently asking for more.

you can't help but chuckle at just how eager he is. you're more than enjoying the control and effect you have over him.

"now," you say again, causing harry to look back at you with needy eyes. "you're gonna let me use you until i cum," you tell him, teasing yourself with the feeling of him against your wet pussy. harry's eyes nearly roll back again as he nods for you, his lips parted with uneven breaths.

you slide harry inside of you, adjusting to the feeling as harry's head falls back once again in pleasure. "so fucking wet," harry sighs softly, nearly whining. once your hips lower completely onto his length, you start to ride harry slowly, still adjusting to him. he's a full blown whining mess beneath you, his chest flushed and heaving as your pussy tightens around him.

you take in the sight of him, your eyes exploring every sweaty part of his body as you continue riding at a slow pace. you unwrap your arms from his shoulders, leaning back into your hips. "take my shirt off," you tell harry.

his eyes open again, looking at you eagerly. his hands nervously begin lifting your shirt, holding the fabric carefully between his fingers, and savors the sight and feeling of pulling it off of you, his eyes glancing at your chest before locking with yours again.

"so beautiful," he tells you, your skin looking deliciously soft in the warm lowlight. "i know, now be quiet," you shut him up, picking up the pace of your hips.

harry's eyes narrow at you, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around his cock only making him hungrier for your pleasure. the sight of you bouncing in his lap, your breasts just in front of his face as you lean your hands next to his head on the back of the couch.

"open," you tell harry.

he doesn't have to be told twice before his lips part, his tongue eagerly waiting for you. you guide your nipple into his mouth, your hips rolling onto harry's cock in circles. his teeth and tongue tease the sensitive skin, your pussy gripping harry even more and earning a low growl from his chest. his hands remained at his sides, but he wanted nothing more than to feel you everywhere on top of him.

you start riding harry once more, his teeth still gripping your nipple making you whine at the feeling. "fuck," you let the word slip out, your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip. harry's more than aroused at your reaction to him, his cock aching inside of you to release.

you pull harry's head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at you. you reach for his glasses that you sat down earlier, returning them to his face delicately. harry appreciates the gesture and can better see the pleasure in your eyes, a soft smile falling across his lips.

"so pretty," he whispers. he can see the blush you try to hide, looking away from his eyes and down at your hips.

you start groaning in frustration, your grip on his hair tightening, causing harry to wince. "you're gonna make me cum," you tell him through broken moans, your thrusts becoming uneven. harry can feel you tightening around him again. he groans at the feeling, your name slipping from his mouth again and again. this only makes you fall apart more, high pitched whimpers coming from you as you chase your high.

you soon sink into harry's neck, your cries of pain and pleasure falling across his skin as your legs start to shake. you can't even form words as your body feels the waves of intense pleasure from each thrust onto harry's cock. your hands move to his shoulders again, holding onto him for stability as you continue to ride out your climax.

harry grows impatient at the feeling of your orgasm and watching you break down into him. he finally grabs for you, moving your hips to the couch beside him, staying inside you while you gasp at his movement. he kicks off his pants and adjusts himself between your legs.

"harry," you try to protest, your voice weak and shaky. "just let me do this, darling," he growls, his hips becoming flush against yours as he pushes his cock completely inside of you. you let out a gasp, your hand slapping over your lips once more.

harry hungrily digs his cock deeper inside of you with each slow thrust, his hands holding himself up above you as he watches his cock easily slide in and out of your soaking wet pussy. he folds your legs back as he sinks even deeper into you.

"holy fuck," he groans, his breathing heavy, hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep himself steady. "so beautiful, [y/n]," harry tells you again, his droopy eyes focused on your face twisted in pleasure.

you look at him, your eyes full of lust, but still cold as ice. "i…hate you," you remind him through strained breaths, struggling to take his entire length, still glaring at him.

this pushes harry over the edge, his hips quickening until he feels himself start to unravel. he pulls out of your warm pussy and cums on your stomach, groaning at the sight of you below him.

you gasp at the feeling, looking at harry with shock. "did you just cum from me saying i hate you?" you ask, your tone mocking his desperation. harry nods, still stroking his cock slowly, his other hand remaining on your thigh as his moans quiet down.

"you're disgusting," you tell him coldly, but harry can see the smirk on your face and the lust in your eyes. he watches you below him, smirking in return.

"and you love it."

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harufluff · 9 months

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hiii i just had a thought about jungwon🧍can i request for jungwon when he and you are outside and your hand feels freezing cold so won is like … “why didn’t you bring gloves with you” and you admit that you just wanted to hold his hand without gloves (maybe each person can share one of won’s gloves and hold hands with the ungloved hand) 🫶 thank youuu ❤️

AWWWW hold on wait. i hope i executed this well.

‘one for each’ yang jungwon

warnings - idk let me know if there is anything.

genre - fluffyness, jungwon x fem!reader, enhypen x reader, established relationship au

wc - 0.6k

‘let’s get some hot cocoa, babe!!’

jungwon enthusiastically says, while pointing out the hot cocoa cart with the little old lady along with another young women making and handing out warm drinks. you nod with a smile on your face as jungwon hooks his arm with yours.

how you got their in the first place is simple. you wanted to go to the park with your lovely boyfriend and walk around together.

as you walk up the stand and jungwon begins to speak to the old lady and ordering for you and himself.

‘babe, what would you like?’

your eyes dart up to his questioning face.

‘oh just hot cocoa, please.’

jungwon simply looks at the lady and she shuffles to the other side of the stand to prepare you your drinks.

he pulls you over, again by the arm, and the two of you sit down on the low metal fence separating the path from the trees.

‘are you having fun, love?’

his head tilts as he asks you a simple question. you nod at him with a small smile. thankfully you are so good at covering up the fact that you’re freezing your butt off.

his glove covered hand comes out of his pocket and is held out in front of you, offering you the option to hold his hand. why you just stare at his hand with wide eyes, you couldn’t say.

‘are you ok? why are you just looking at my hand.’

jungwon says with a laugh. his eyes turning into crescents quickly.

'uhm...i dont want to hold your hand.'

you say while looking in his opposite direction order to shield yourself from the soon coming teasing. but all that happens is silence. jungwon doesn't say anything. and when you look back at him to see the cause of his sudden silence, all you see is the boy you love pouting at you.

'why?'

he asks sweetly. you give in and go in for a hug. your arms hook around his waist and his body stiffens in response. why did you not want to hold his hand? was it sweaty? did you not love him as much anymore??

as the overthinker he is, his brain went into a spiral of negative thoughts. but then he thought of your hands. his eyes widened a bit and he put his larger hands on top of your bare ones.

wait…no gloves? is that what it was?

he pried your arms away from his waist and put your cold hands on his checks. your face turned into a surprised expression as you tried to pull you hands away from his face.

‘jungwon? why are you doing that!! my hands are freezing!’

‘exactly. that’s why i’m doing this.’

faint blush spread to your cheeks as he leaned his face further into your touch. suddenly your boyfriends eyes opened with a small smirk on his face.

‘here.’

he says before taking one of his gloves off and putting it on your hand. honestly your hands were too small for them but warm none the less.

he took your ungloved hand in his hand that also didn’t have a glove and kept walking still waiting for your hot cocoa.

‘so how did you forget your gloves exactly? i mean i did leave them right by your scarf which you are wearing…’

he said with his smirk growing more than before. you kept silent while walking straight along with him.

‘are you sure it wasn’t for another reason other than forgetfulness?’

at this point you were already a tomato. no questions asked.

‘ok fine i just wanted to hold your hand. it’s not the same with gloves.’

he just kept walking with a smile.

‘two hot cocoas?’ the lady yells out.

‘well now, there’s one for each of us. let’s go get out drinks.’

©️harufluff 2023

haru’s note 📝 - look, ik it’s summer but it’s ok cause i finally finished it after too long.

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andoutofharm · 12 days

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Hi! I just want to bring up a concern of mine is that Fall Out Boy will be playing at Download Fest in June and one of the partners of Download is Barclays (an official BDS target specifically an exclusion and divestment boycott). I got reminded to check because another festival in the UK (Great Escape) happening in May has a lot of their lineup pull out when Barclays remains as a partner and/or signed a petition encouraging it to drop them (Check BDS’s Instagram). I just want to give a heads up and perhaps encourage to use our voices to make the band aware! Like with the whole Gabe situation, we should be able to hold them accountable/let them be informed/make it clear about our feelings.

I wanted to say something now, rather than have it be a whole thing blow up last minute or afterwards especially since nobody else has noticed yet or said anything. At least unlike what happened in March, we have two months ahead of time to tell them. Please anybody who plans on saying something, please don’t harass people! Obviously FOB are not the organizers of this festival, they don’t make the partnerships, I doubt they check who are funding these events, they are simply invited/paid to show, but they as a band should be aware of the fact one of the bigger partners of this festival is profiting and funding genocide and is considered a big enough target to be put on said boycott lists. Pressure and encourage FOB to drop their appearance and/or make a statement. Not only should this be about informing people we look up to and encouraging them to make moral choices, but also informing others about the cause and how many companies profit from Palestinian genocide!

FOB tends to respond to backlash and pressure pretty quickly ie: Pretending you know who was never on stage, never doing that whole NFTs thing, and pulling offensive merch. IK people will go to Meredith, but please remember don’t harass and act like she controls the band. She is an entirely separate person from the band. I get it, Meredith is the easiest person to get noticed from when it comes to being close to the band, but hold that responsibility over FOB’s head, not one of their wives. Anyways so sorry for this long wall of text, or if this ask of mine seems ridiculous and it’s not really a fun ask, I just wanted to say what I had in mind and be able to properly address concerns and hopefully see a change. Thank you. ❤️❤️❤️

Thanks for bringing this to my attention! Here and here are the posts on BDS’s instagram talking about the other festival this anon is referring to.

I don’t know what the best course of action is here/what the best way to contact them is/how to bring this to their attention so if anyone has any thoughts or input please weigh in!

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bedsyandco · 3 months

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Luke’s not mad he’s just hurt which to Violet that’s a million times worse. She would rather him be angry at her than hurt. Cause when she saw the heartbroken look on his face she felt awful.

later that night she grabs her phone and checks all her messages and stuff while Luke is brushing his teeth

the first thing she sees is all the messages wishing her and luke a happy anniversary. including a text from her mom saying “you two are the cutest. he had the prettiest set up for you tonight, I hope you two had fun,” and attached was a photo of the date luke had set up

then she saw that she was tagged in Luke’s post. he posted ten photos of them, all ranging from high school up until only a few weeks ago with a caption that read, “couldn’t ask for a better best friend. happy one year my violet. I love you more than words can say❤️”

by the time Luke came back to the bedroom, there were tears streaming down her face.

“baby,” Luke says softly, taking a seat next to her and putting a gentle hand on her knee

“I forgot,” she says softly and Luke nods

“You forgot,” he repeats and the look on his face makes her feel physically ill. she feels so distraught she has to stand up and take a few steps

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I forgot,” she says, almost to herself but Luke hears and stands up walking closer, grabbing her wrist to pull her in for a hug but she pulls away, not wanting to be comforted right now when he’s the one who has the right to be upset

“Vi it’s okay-“

“It’s not okay. It is the furthest thing from okay. And you…you flew all the way here,” she says and closes her eyes as more tears fall, wiping them away hastily before he could

“baby it’s okay, i’m not mad. i’m a little hurt but I understand, it was an accident. you just forgot, you’ve had a busy stressful few days and you forgot something. it’s not a big deal, it happens,” Luke says cupping her face and she sniffles.

“i’m so sorry,” she just repeats again and Luke simply kisses her red nose

“you’re the prettiest crier i’ve ever seen,” he whispers and she laughs softly, taking his hands in her and kissing his knuckles

“I’m so sorry Luke. I feel awful. God you deserve so much better. You’re allowed to be mad,” she says and he shakes his head

“I’m not mad. I was a little hurt. I thought that i don’t know…maybe I was making a big deal out of it and this day didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me or whatever,” he mumbles and she gently puts her hands on his cheeks, rubbing her thumb back and forth gently

“no baby, this is so important. and it’s so special and I can’t even put into words how sorry I am and how awful I feel that I forgot about it,” she says tearing up again and Luke tucks her head into his chest, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly

“it’s okay,”

“And you set up the cutest date and I told you that I wanted to stay in and go to bed early? I’m so sorry Luke,” she says, her breath coming in little gasps from how hard she’s crying

“c’mere,” he says pulling her with him as he takes a seat on the bed again, sitting up against the headboard and pulling her on top of him so she’s straddling his lap

she tucks her head into his shoulder and just sobs a little bit more while he rubs her back, presses kisses to her head and whispers sweet nothing in her ear.

“you gotta calm down and stop crying sweetheart. please,” luke pleads and she nods, taking a few deep shuddering breaths, her breath eventually evens out a few minutes later

“Luke?” she mumbles

“yeah baby?” he asks as he presses a kiss to her head and she rests her chin on his chest, looking up at him

“I love you so much. So much that it hurts sometimes. So much that it’s frustrating because I know I’m never gonna be able to really make you understand how much. All the words just seem so inadequate for what I feel for you,”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Luke responds

“You’re everything to me. I’m so sorry that I-“ she goes to apologize again but Luke just presses his lips to hers, preventing her from doing so

“Forgiven. Forgotten. All that matters is that we get to spend it together and that I love you. And that this has been the best year of my life and I can’t wait to spend all the rest with you, I know they’re only gonna get better,” Luke says and she smiles tearfully, letting a few more tears fall but it’s okay, cause Luke is there to kiss them away

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ violet + luke ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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brawlstars-dragon-au · 5 months

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Sketch dump time! A whole bunch of requests from the crazy ex-bird app

In Order: Maisie, Pam, Colette, Buster, Chester, Chuster ❤️🧡 (and a teeny Gus), Leon and Sandy (Leondy 💚💜), Bull, El Primo, and Mandy!

Extra notes about each sketch:

Maisie:

Her breath attack is a condensed foam material, similar to that of a fire extinguisher. Using a gas similar to a pressurized CO² (based on gas-based fire extinguishers!), she shoots it out at high speeds. These hits can potentially cause frostbite and even severe damage to the body if left unattended. She's quite powerful in this AU due to this ability 👀👀 being able to put out the fires and overpower another dragon's breath? Now THAT'S some queen moves right there! She can also simply spray out the foam substance at short range without that pressurized gas. This helps with more close range fire fighting work.

Her right wing and front leg were undeveloped, a disability she'd had since she hatched. However! With the help of mechanics, she uses these prosthetics to help her fly. Still gotta test out how to draw it to make sense, as well as sort out how it stays in place. I've been using inspiration from Toothless (HTTYD) and his tail that Hiccup made.

Pam:

Pam is a bulkier dragon, very much on the larger side of all of them. I'm at odds with myself to figure out whether ot not she'll have wings 🤔 so I had two copies there! Perhaps her wings may be a bit smaller if I do give her them.

Pam spits out molten magma that's stored up inside her as an attack. However, it can also be chunks of scrap metal that she stores up. Otherwise, it's just magma.

Though I didn't draw this, I want Pam to be very resilient to fire in general, as her species/family of dragon use their ability to spew this magma (technically Lava after ut leaves her body? I'll do more research on this...) in order to craft and shape metal. While other dragons need to spend some time to build up a fire hot enough, the Junker family line is able to do this much more easily. (Amber is a close second, though)

Her skin has the ability to crack and seep up lava out of it, potentially coating her body in this to give herself a temporary lava shield, something extremely hard to break through. (In the future, little Jessie may also be able to do this... however, Pam doesn't think she's ready at the moment and avoids the topic or any ideas of teaching her how.)

Colette:

Colette flies in a sort of funny way, twirling around and flapping her wings to maintain somewhat of a chaotic flight pattern. Think of a snake slithering through the sky, but with large wings and the grace of... a teenage dragon (not much, but it does work).

When she gets better at flying...pray and hope she isn't able to catch up to her favourite brawlers cause she isn't ever gonna let go of them 💀 It makes for a great attack, actually! Charging at enemies and coiling around them like a snake to prevent movement, like a big hug ❤️ she just loves everyone SO much 😍

Buster:

Finally kinda set on a design for this funky guy! He's a larger dragon (smaller than El Primo or Frank, but still definitely up there in size)

His wings never quite grew fully, so he wouldn't be able to fly 😔 however, that'll never stop him and his dreams of being a cool movie star 🧡🧡

Buster, at the heart of it, is an unstoppable force when he sets his mind to something. He'll charge in with the same ferocity as his favouite protagonists, rivalling the audacity and hard-headed nature of even Bull! All while doing so for his friends 💪 we love Buster in this AU frfr

Chester:

Chester always has theatrics when he flies. Flips, spins, and fun aerodynamic movements up in the sky! He's gotta compensate for his lack of speed compared to other wyverns after all, but he thinks he's pretty great 😎

Loved drawing this kinda unique pose tbh! That's what I loved with these drawings, I got to experiment without really thinking too much for em with how polished and clean that look. It was very fun! 🔥

Chuster ft. Gus❤️🧡:

We love some goofy gays here 🥹❤️🧡 I just wanted to let em have a little nuzzle + smooch! Dragons don't necessarily kiss, but little side boops like this are the equivalent of a cheek kiss.

Also, a little Gus on the side 🥹🥹 I love this sort of found family dynamic that have! Buster being the cool dad vibe/big bro to Gus, and then Buster being in a relationship with Chester so that he's also a cool dad too 😎 Gus loved these two guys from the very start, they're funny 🤭 never a boring day for these silly lads.

Leondy 💚💜:

My beloveds 🤲 I really do cherish the ship, as well as strong friendship Sandy and Leon have. (Btw in my HCs, Leon and Sandy are 13 & 14 respectively, just to clear that up!)

Sandy, I've mentioned a few times, is very inspired by Capybaras, so Leon finding one is just perfect 🤭 silly little deadpan face lads.

Bull:

BULLDOZERRRR- What a lad! Bull is inspired by- uh, Bulls! Great creatures, large bodies and thick necks to support those headstrong charges 🐂 I love making his posture all confident, strong steps to say, "Yeah. You TRY and stand up to me. I DARE you." Don't wanna mess with him on most days 🏃‍♀️💨💨

El Primo:

Still figuring out a full-body for El Primo, bit he's roughly the same size as Bull! (Maybe a bit bigger)

El Primo has got really small wings, similar to his El Dragón skin. Even his scales and horns are inspired by that mostly! Love when characters have preexisting dragon themed skins 🤭 makes it a lot easier to make ideas!

His "mask" is actually just body paint. He has similar paint on his body, really showing off the vibrant colours and persona he puts on for the crowds.

He WILL beat up his enemies into a pulp in matches. Thank goodness there's the gem powered regeneration and the respawn system in place 😭 I plan to give him a very strong body and tail, enough to support him when he needs to go on his hind legs and overpower his opponents. Buster is designed in a similar way as well!

Mandy:

Last but not least, the Queen of Candy herself. Not even the Dragon AU let's her escape fast food work 😔😔

Her super attack is purely a magical sugar-based rainbow blast, as shown in the sketch. Also, I'm now realizing that I forgot her red spots oml- No wonder she looks so empty 💀 uhh sorry about that, lads 😭 I'll redraw her one day to show off that glowing effect of her spots 🥹🥹

And that's all! Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Hopefully I can make more of these sketch dumps 🤭✨️ maybe take reqs from here too! We shall see. Take care y'all!

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The unconventional marriage between Yugo and Amalia. (an analysis)

Before I jump into it, I’m going to first talk about my personal thoughts on this moment:

💖💖💖❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥💕💕❤️💖💖❤️❤️❤️WE WON, WE GOT FED OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER, KISS MORE‼️‼️‼️‼️I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY WHOLE LIFE I’VE WATCHED YOU GUYS GROW UP FUCK‼️‼️‼️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥✨✨❤️‍🔥💖💖❤️‍🔥😭❤️❤️💕😭😭😭😭😭✨💖✨🥰🥰✨💖✨❤️‍🔥

Now that we got that out of my system, let’s begin explaining what happened.

The scene starts with Yugo and Amalia, holding a bouquet of flowers, walking side by side together.

At first, I thought she was carrying the flowers for Armand’s grave but it turns out that they were both walking together TO THEIR WEDDING.

(now that I think about it, it actually makes sense that Amalia won’t be carrying flowers for Armand’s tree grave cuz like…she’s a sadida. Giving flowers to another sadida, especially a DEAD ONE sounds very disrespectful lol)

I’m guessing there was a slight time skip between the necrome war and the wedding because we can see Armand’s tree, which had been just a bud in Amalia’s hands during the fight, look like it grew up a bit underneath his parents’ tree shades.

Once the two walk up to the altar, they stand side by side and hold hands while facing the others who have come for them. We can see the Percedal family with Poo, Cleophee with Black Ink and Elaine, Dathura, Renate and Canar (Amalia’s two closest servants), Alibert with Grougal, Chibi, Adamaï, and Ruel. As well as Kerubim and Atcham (Joris doesn’t seem to be there though or maybe he’s just too short that we can’t see him 😭😭).

Not to mention that we can also see the elite eliatropes standing in the back and the sadidas too!

However, as soon as the two face the crowd together, Yugo decides to teleport him and Amalia away from the ceremony, causing the people to gasp at that sudden choice.

This was obviously not a planned decision that had been added to the occasion which is why even Amalia had been caught off guard by the act.

But once she takes a second to realize her surroundings, she knows she shouldn’t be afraid and so, she simply smiles back at Yugo knowing it’s just the two of them now, way up high in the skies.

They hold onto each other without the need to say anything, knowing full well that the other is just as happy to be together like this. To feel like for once, in a speck of a minute, there’s no danger to fight. There’s no big evil they need to defeat, no psychopath trying to eradicate the gods for vengeance, no big demon coming to have some fun, and no lost soul trying to live like in the old days.

They can finally enjoy the moment they’ve been waiting for so long, after so many challenges, unspoken words that needed to be said but couldn’t be told, and the many foes they faced.

For once, it’s just them up in the skies.

And that’s when they truly kiss without any regrets or doubts. They’re not thinking about anything else.

They can just think about themselves for now.

Here they are omg!! My babies are finally together!! 😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖

Can you believe that? It’s been a lot more than six years that we’ve been waiting for this very moment and here they are finally married and happy to be with each other like this!! 😭😭

I actually DID NOT expect to see these two getting married in the last episode but I’m so glad I did cuz my heart literally jumped out of its place and made me choke on my soda (i chose pineapple flavor for some reason).

Now that we’ve got our feelings out of the way, it’s time we analyze this wedding scene much more closely.

At first glance, Yugo and Amalia’s wedding was very sweet and beautiful, something that was deserved for the two after being apart and filled with problems on their respective sides.

It’s so sweet in fact that it stands out from any other weddings we’ve seen in Wakfu (yes, even the attempted one with Count Harebourg and Amalia) but I’ll use Dally and Eva’s wedding as the main example.

Usually, when there’s a marriage in the World of Twelve, we’ve seen the white dresses and suits, and especially the glowing happy vibes that the wedding is giving. We’ve seen it with Dally and Eva’s wedding back in the OVAs.

Evangelyne was wearing a white dress while Dally was wearing a good suit that properly dressed him up completely. They had the Sadida ruler, King Oakheart, acting as the priest in charge of the wedding. They then exchanged their wedding rings and waited for the king to end the ceremony so they could seal it with a kiss.

That is what you call a proper wedding, a classic one to be more specific.

So when we compare their marriage with Yugo and Amalia’s, one can’t help but distinguish the differences in what happened during their ceremony.

And boy is it different.

First detail we can notice is the clothing. Amalia may be wearing the royal white cape but that is just what Armand wore. So the cape cannot count as classic clothing for the wedding because it is a common piece of clothing that the Sadida ruler(s) wear while on the job. It may not look very clear at first but if you zoom in on what Amalia is wearing, she seems to have put on the same usual clothing we see her wear at all times except that it now has the white color and the leaf is green, the color symbolizing how a new age came and the kingdom now has proper rulers.

We can technically say that Amalia’s choice of clothing for the wedding would be somewhat acceptable but since she has only changed the color of the same clothes she wears every day, we cannot count this as classic wedding attire.

As for Yugo, his clothes are much easier to declare that they are not fit to be worn for a proper wedding. He’s been wearing his hood and combat suit this whole time and even on this special day, he hasn’t taken them off.

It’s clear to say that these two did not respect the clothing rule for their own wedding.

Second detail we can notice are the rings. Usually, lovers often use wedding rings to symbolize their union as well as their commitment to one another. Dally and Eva perfectly demonstrated that rule by exchanging their rings with each other (despite how they’re actually brass knuckle rings but that still counts since that’s the iop way for ya lol).

Notice how neither Yugo nor Amalia has a ring for each other. Instead, they hold hands, symbolizing the union they have made between their people.

Third detail we can notice, there’s no priest. Unlike Dally and Eva who had the king for that, Yugo and Amalia did not choose anyone to begin the ceremony. They simply addressed their union by themselves.

Fourth detail we can notice is the audience. Compared to Dally and Eva’s wedding, the audience for Yugo and Amalia mainly consists of their friends and family. The others are the elite eliatropes and some sadidas.

Because of those stark differences, it’s clear to see that the ambiance in Yugo and Amalia’s wedding is far calmer and more private compared to Dally and Eva’s which is more public and much louder.

So now that we’ve got all the points that differentiate these two marriages, we’ve only got one question left:

Why are they different in the first place?

Dally and Eva are not royals and yet they seem to have filled all the boxes for having a perfect-looking wedding.

How did Yugo and Amalia, a god-king and a princess, manage to get a much simpler and calmer wedding compared to these two?

This wasn’t a coincidence. This wedding looks much smaller than what Dally and Eva had. According to Armand’s tree grave, which seemed to have grown up a bit, this suggests that Yugo and Amalia did have the time to prepare a bit more for their wedding but they simply chose not to.

In the special episodes, just right before Dally and Eva’s wedding had even been planned, Eva had specifically stated that no one bothers Dally for a week which implies that after that week of rest, these two must’ve gotten help from the sadidas to organize this whole event for them.

This means that Yugo and Amalia could’ve done the same thing and asked for something just as good, or better since they’re royals after all. But compared to Dally and Eva, they definitely had more time to ask since we know that trees don’t grow fast (I’m talking about Armand’s tree grave) and yet, it feels like they’ve just kept it simple.

But why?

My take on the matter is this:

Because Yugo and Amalia are not supposed to have a normal relationship. Therefore, everything they do usually strays away from anything remotely expected of them to have in a relationship.

For god’s sake, Yugo literally teleported him and Amalia AWAY FROM EVERYONE DURING WHAT SEEMED LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE CEREMONY.

Their public wedding was specifically a political one. Which is why it would explain the lack of rings.

It was a happy political wedding however since Yugo and Amalia do harbor feelings for each other (suppressed feelings that they are now free to let out of course). But that’s when Yugo completely surprises Amalia, along with the others, when he brings her up in the skies, taking her away from everyone.

That sly dummy wanted her all to himself.

The wedding was so unconventional and they knew it. But they did not care. As long as they are together, they’ll be fine. After waiting for so long and finally having each other, properly planning their wedding doesn't seem as important anymore.

That’s why the ceremony was so different compared to the Percedals.

Note: Eva and Dally’s marriage was such a classic that Eva even had to wait for Dally to propose to her when she could’ve just been the one to initiate the first move. She even knew that Dally had been planning on asking for her hand and she deliberately waited. The only thing that isn’t considered classic in their marriage was getting children before the wedding lol

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Hey again!! What do you think is Naoya height?? Because i can't seem to find his official height. So i headcanon that his height is 187cm. That's pretty tall right? But idc bc i love tall men in general 🤭

And i want to know your hc because you're one of my fav naoya writer!

Hello!!!

Omg I feel like I took forever to respond, idk why I get that feel from time to time, then I look on the dates and maybe it hadn't been so long?!??! Idk

Either way, thank you for your patience 🥺❤️ This is actually something I've wondered about in the past... as well as this little drabble I wrote :> I hope you like it!

I haven’t set an official height to Naoya, but I always assumed he was pretty tall too; he’s described as so in the wikia and looks like it too hehe.

So yep, around the 180s+ is just about right! Maybe not 190’s ‘cause he’d be getting to the same level of Gojo, but up there. (If it’s worth anything, I always thought he’d be amongst the tallest of his siblings, but shorter than Naoaki lmao)

Now, onto the good stuff.

warnings: none. fluff. naoya being a tease. (who would've known?)

It’s safe to assume that due to his height, either Naoya has to lean down to kiss you, or you have to step on the tip of your toes to do so. An arrangement that smoothly fell into place, not that much of a hassle to comply with, and honestly? I think both like doing it very much.

Until he realizes this is something he could also take advantage of; and boy, does he abuse this opening when the opportunity flashes across his mind.

He just… can’t help it! With the way you adorably purse your lips to kiss him, gently grasping his arms to pull him down just to make your job easier, he needed to, you know?

It’s in his nature.

And so, he leans into that, opting to not close the gap between his lips and yours, leaving you there, anxiously waiting for the moment your skin touches his, while doing his best to hold back from gawking at your cuteness.

It’s only when seconds pass and you have yet to be kissed, that you naturally grow worried, assuming something was wrong and opening your eyes to find out what it was… upset when realizing it was intentional. And obviously, since this isn’t as funny to you as it is to him, you eventually become frustrated.

“Hey, don’t be angry!” Naoya laughs, following you across the state as you storm away, flustered and ashamed that he’d make fun of you with something like that! “Come on, Y/N, I was only playing!”

Naoya eventually (like always) catches up to you, pulling by the arm and encasing you in his embrace, a wide smirk on his lips as he finally attempts to kiss you properly; but you simply deny him by looking away, forcing him to kiss your cheeks instead, the top of your head, or just about anything else but your lips, much to his dismay.

“You’re not actually angry… are you?” Naoya murmurs, feeling that maybe he had miscalculated how annoying he’d been.

“…no.” But you eventually disclose otherwise, because as frustrating as he was, he was still the husband you loved very, very much, with all of his playful, teasing, and sometimes cruel actions. You truly wouldn’t want him any other way.

Truth to be told, your embarrassment came more from the fact that you managed to catch a nearby servant, just by the corner of your eye, laughing at the two, making you feel as if he’d caught the two in a highly inappropriate disposition.

And never one to willingly share your intimate moments with anyone else outside of Naoya, their reaction quickly filled you with shame, jolting you out of the scene.

But even then… Naoya’s careless demeanor, whether because he hadn’t noticed them, or perhaps didn’t bother to care, reminds you it wasn’t as serious as you were making it to be.

Besides, the two were married, surely, they got an idea of what transpired between the two behind closed doors.

Naoya was very… passionate about it, after all.

“I don’t like it when you do that.” You still admit, for it didn’t mean you strived to be deprived of his kisses.

“I was just joking, princess.” Naoya coos. “I’d rather die than not feel your lips anymore.”

You blush.

… yeah, he was very passionate when it came to it.

“Does that mean I can kiss you again, my love?”

“No. Not until you make it up to me.” You smirk, Naoya’s eyes glisten.

“Hmm, is that so? And what do you have in mind?”

A lot of things, in fact, amongst them a direct continuation of that kiss he cruelly isolated you from…

But only until you get away from the prying eye of the surrounding servants, already hearing them snicker about how funny you looked trying to reach for Naoya, all pouty because he wouldn’t kiss you, more so when comparing how small you looked next to him…

Once that’s set, then you can make Naoya work for it.

I'm short myself, 5' to be precise (154) so everyone is naturally taller than me lmao but damn.... tall men... my weakness.......................... and Naoya? oof.... dreamy 😏❤️

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask!!! I'll do my best to get to the other adorable one you sent me 🥺❤️ I love them all so so much agjkhasjkgasjkga I'm so honored you like my work 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you!!! keep them coming 🤭🤭

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

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ivystoryweaver · 9 months

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On My Knees Part 2

Based on this request by @whatthefishh: “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” + Steven Grant 🙈❤️

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In which you are a simpering mess for this adorkable man

Content: f!reader, Part 2: nsfw, cursing, fluff, pining, dry humping, kissing, some other fun stuff, food, not beta'd

Word Count: 2.1k

Taking you literally, he holds his hands up for inspection, turning them over adorably before thrusting them out toward you. "These hands won't let you down, boss."

God wouldn't you love to put those hands to work, really bossing him around. Or he could be the boss - you didn't really care at this point. Just...anything involving Steven's hands and his willingness to please. Every time you close your eyes you can almost imagine those brown eyes gazing up at you from between your legs...

Focus.

Steven is still holding out his hands so you extend your own for a professional handshake. "Welcome to the team. Or - welcome back, rather."

The warmth of his palm enveloping your own sends a wave of desire surging through you.

Steven holds on a bit longer than most people would, his gaze falling on yours. "Thank you. Really. You don't know what this means to me."

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Steven promised you his hands wouldn't let you down, and he does not disappoint. His deep love for, and knowledge of, Egyptology, combined with his somewhat theatrical presentation makes him the most popular tour guide on staff.

Every day that passes makes you more proud of him, thrilled for him, even. He's flourishing, and you played a small role in it. The last thing you want to do is discredit his success with a fling. He's earned this job, so you keep your crush to yourself...to your utter, ongoing frustration.

"Knock, knock."

The very voice that floats through the Egyptian wing, tormenting you daily, causes you to glance up from your computer screen.

"Steven, hi! Come in," you warmly greet, rising to meet him.

His dark eyes glint with mischief as he holds his hands behind his back. "I have a surprise for you."

"For me?" You innocently ask, your skin heating up simply from his presence in your office.

He reveals the surprise, presenting it to you like an offering. "It's Jenna's birthday, so...I got you a corner piece. You like strawberry, right? Your favorite?"

Steven saved you a piece of birthday cake...with extra frosting...that just so happens to be your favorite flavor? You thank him profusely, closing your office door in the process.

"Share it with me," you offer, shivering as his fingers brush against yours when he hands you the little plate.

His eyes darken and his lips part. "I had a piece already."

"Oh." Fighting disappointment, you take a seat on the nearest chair. "Will you sit with me then?"

He nods, his handsome face relaxing into a soft smile. "Love to."

Now you're stuck eating a decadent dessert with your crush watching you - an absolutely terrible idea. But you know Steven well enough by now. He'll always talk, if given the chance.

"So tell me about the birthday party. I'm sorry I missed it."

You chomp away at your corner piece as he rattles off some museum gossip, but you notice, after a few sentences, his speech slows and his breathing increases.

Feeling self-conscious, you set your plate and fork down on the edge of your desk. "Is something on my face?"

"Yeah, sorry, um..." The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Then he leans forward, into your personal space.

Oh god, oh god...

Extending his thumb, he sheepishly smiles. "May I?"

"Y-yes," you murmur, releasing a trembling breath as he uses the pad of his thumb to swipe a smearing of frosting from the corner of your mouth.

That touch alone sends a wave of heat down to your core.

"There now," he whispers, dark eyes fixed on your mouth a moment too long. "Just a little mess." Easing back, his eyes flicker from the glob of frosting to your eyes, and back again.

Then he puts his thumb into his mouth and sucks it clean.

"Oh god..."

Brown eyes snap back to yours, wide with surprise. His mouth is still wrapped around his thumb. Now you realize you moaned out loud.

Pulling his thumb out with a pop, a dusting of red sprinkles his cheeks. "You alright, love?" His voice comes out a little choked.

You don't answer. You can't, afraid your voice might betray you again.

"I'm sorry 'bout that," he hastily offers, shifting back in his chair and running his palms over his thighs. "Just a bit taken with you, is all. Not very professional, I suppose. Don't tell my boss?"

The pitch of his voice ascends cutely as he echoes the night you hired him - the night he hugged you, and the last time he touched you until today. You suddenly realize that Steven Grant is a bit of a smooth talker.

He just bounded right into your office in the middle of the work day, touched your face every so casually, got you all worked up and is now joking and smiling his way out of it, his eternally long lashes brushing pink cheeks as if his actions are innocent?

Clearing your throat, you decide it's now or never. Folding your arms over your chest, you lean back in your chair smugly, mirroring his pose. "And what if I tell your boss?" You tease. "What would I tell her?"

Shifting slightly, Steven exhales shakily, but he's ready to answer. In fact, he fires right back, as if he's been waiting to say the words. "That's she's beautiful. And kind. Bloody brilliant. And I think about her all the time."

Before you can respond, or completely short circuit, his gaze fixes on yours. Easing out of his chair, he kneels in front of you. "Then I'd get on my knees and beg her not to fire me."

"She's not going to fire you," you whisper, your legs falling open to make room for him as he inches closer. "But she needs you to beg a little longer."

"Does she now?" His eyes dance over your parted lips, down the column of your throat to your heaving breasts, neatly tucked in your work blouse. Drifting lower, his gaze lands on the core of you.

Lifting his hands, he grazes the inside of your thighs with his knuckles, smiling to himself as your breath hitches. So responsive, and he's barely done a thing.

"Could I touch you? Please," he rasps, turning his hands over to spread his fingers across your thighs, palms pressing down possessively.

Even through the fabric of your trousers, the heat of his strong fingers sets you on fire as he inches upward, dangerously high.

"Yes," you gasp, leaning forward. Stretching out your fingers, you thread them into his curls. "Please touch me."

"I thought I was the one supposed to be begging," he roughly whispers, one hand finding the center of you, cupping your mound.

"God, Steven," you moan, your hips canting forward wantonly.

"Look at you," he marvels, "Wanted to touch you for so long. Never thought you'd let me."

He pushes his middle finger between your clothed folds, watching your face contort with desire, feeling the heat of you but desperate for more.

"Why wouldn't I let you?" You choke out, tugging on his curls to get him to look at you. "I thought I was being so obvious, wanting you like this."

He groans, releasing his scandalous hold on you. "If this is what you want, you hide your feelings quite well, actually." Sliding his hands up your arms, he pushes up on his knees and pulls your face down to his. "Can I kiss you? Please."

The solid warmth of his chest nestles between your spread legs as his lips brush yours. Sucking gently, one at a time, with agonizing tenderness, he parts the seam of your lips with his tongue.

You’ve wanted Steven Grant for months, but this? Him kissing you, holding you - this, you were not expecting. This is romance. This is absolute heaven.

His fingertips dig into the nape of your neck as he licks hotly into your mouth. Just the heat of his breath has you arching into him, tugging his dark waves and moaning into his mouth.

"Love the sounds you make," he pants, even as you lose your balance, tumbling down into his lap.

Your legs spread across his thighs and this is the first look - or rather, the first feel you get of the bulge in his pants.

Somehow he manages to ease you down right on top of him, here in the middle of your office floor - the core of you pressing against the heavy, straining length of him. What you feel is not small and you groan at the thought of seeing it with no clothing to hinder you.

Attempting to steady yourself, you grip his shoulders, mouth going dry at the hidden strength of the defined muscles there. Once you get a grip, you hoist yourself forward, grinding down.

His cock twitches as you tug the corner of your lip between your teeth, lashes temptingly fluttering.

Strong hands grip your hips, dragging you forward, pushing you back - then again, and again, and you wriggle until he hits that perfect spot.

"Steven, fuck, that feels good," you gasp, your head falling back, exposing the skin of your neck.

"Can't believe you're lettin' me do this," he pants against your throat, the two of you rocking in a steady rhythm. "Want you so bad. All this time."

His mouth finds yours again and he pushes his hands up the curve of your back, pulling you down hard as he thrusts up into you faster. Not a shred of clothing has been discarded, but the delicious friction - the drag of fabric against your clit - the heavy, hot weight of his cock has you so close.

So you tell him. Or you want to, anyway, but he's kissing you and you're struck by the duality that is Steven, finding that you're not at all surprised that he has you dry humping him on your office floor while giving you what is definitely the best kiss of your life.

His words are honey sweet and sexy and a little wrong. This is wrong - you both know it, and you can't care.

"Want you too, Steven," you mewl, "I'm so close."

A sound unlike anything you've heard from this sweet, beautiful man rumbles deep in his chest. "You're gonna come for me like this? God. Haven't even touched you."

Your eyes drift close in rapture, the pace between you quickening as you chase your release.

Then you feel a strong grip on your jaw. "Open your eyes," he commands. "Wanna see you when you come." His free hand slips around the curve of your ass, squeezing possessively and pushing you even harder against him.

"S-Steven," you pant, wrecked by the expression on his face - cheeks flushed, eyes dark, a drop of sweat rolling down his temple. Curls wild and loose, falling over one eye. Kiss-swollen lips, parted, panting right along with you.

It's enough to send you right over the edge. You come with a breathy moan, months of tension releasing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You gasp Steven's name as he talks you through it, your body going limp in his arms as your movements slow and finally pause.

He kisses you again, catching your breathless pants in his mouth and you feel him smile. Smoothing his hand over your cheek, he touches his forehead to yours and tells you how beautiful you are.

You realize, then, what a mess you must be - clothes disheveled, makeup smeared - there's probably still frosting somewhere, and now there's a damp, delicious mess between your legs.

You're still draped across Steven's lap, and he's so hard, but waiting patiently for you to come back to yourself.

"God, Steven, that was..." You gulp in some air, soothed, rather than embarrassed by the way he stares at you.

"Good, yeah?" He questions, cheekily.

"So good," you breathe, surging forward to kiss him again. Your hands slide up the sides of his neck to tangle in his hair and you press yourself back down on his erection.

He groans, thrusting lazily as you break the kiss.

"I guess I better get on my knees and beg you not to get me fired," you whisper, your nose crinkling with a smile.

He gasps as you climb off his lap, kneeling beside him. You reach between your bodies to tauntingly stroke him before your fingers find the buckle of his belt. "Can I?"

"Oh god, yes, please," he quickly nods, working with you to get his pants open.

Meeting his eyes one more time, you ask, "Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I'll be able to stop."

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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omg can you do the opposite of the one flustered jester idea? where the reader is the one flustered and let’s switch things up a bit by making reader a beast too she was also sealed cause well.. I mean girlbosses are always villains so, (reader is the weakest beast sadly, she’s weaker than sm) anyway so what if they’re ALREADY into eachother but they’re goddamn slow burn ass yk AGH and so bcz shadow milk knows she’s flustered and she can well flirt back but like bros already red so.. shadow milk has the upper hand here in terms of teasing / flirting YKYK sorry brain rot.. since this is a little more suggestive bcz well you’re flirting I believe that’s suggestive / a little spicy? hope this doesn’t break your rules I’m not quite sure if this counts as super bad.. if it is i swear it’s not intentional I LOVE YOUR WORK ❤️❤️

ohoho anon, you don't realize the power you've given me. Also, i may have changed it a bit to make Reader more of a Warden within the seal that... kinda sucks at her job at keeping the Beasts in the seal and detering them from escaping just to spite the witches. She's still a bit of a girlboss girlfail though.

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The five Beasts, five fallen heroes formerly revered now sealed away for their crimes against cookiekind. Everyone knows that Elder Faerie Cookie is the guardian of the seal, but what about the Warden? Yes, the warden of the seal. The Cookie placed within it by the witches to be the equivalent of a squeaky toy for ensure that the beasts stay within the seal from the inside. And, to put things rather simply... you didn't like your job. In fact, you hated the fact that the witches decided that you were apparently fit for the job. So, instead of doing your job, you got to know the beasts instead. Hell, you may have even caught feelings for one of them. And now, with all this information in mind, it brings us to now. " Oh little warden~" You could hear the beast of deceit purr, causing you to stop yourself in your tracks to look over at the (currently) contained beast. You noticed that he'd shrunken down to be around your height, though not small enough to slip through the bars like you could. " Seems you finally decided to pay me a visit again! I was getting so bored trying to entertain myself!" He reached through the bars of his prison, beckoning you inside. You, of course, obliged in his request. " Well, I have duties to attend to within the seal. If the Witches knew I was slacking off then they'd crumble me for sure." You said to yourself with a chuckle, as if the witches would even bother to care after basically abandoning you here all those years ago. " Oh hush, you and I both know very well that they can't possibly know what goes on in here. You can blame it on that Foolish King if something ever happens." Shadow Milk Cookie hummed, holding your face in his hands. " Besides, who would believe a Fool King like him? Nobody, and I mean nobody, knows just what happens here, little warden." There it is again, there's a certain lit to his voice that seemed to worm it's way into your heart to make it beat faster. You couldn't exactly tell if he was actually flirting with you or not, but there was a certain quality to it that tipped your thoughts towards the more flirty side of things. " Still," You begin, looking away to prevent yourself from staring into his gaze. " It's the only thing I can really do here, y'know?" Your reasoning seems to go in one of the beast's ears and our the other, even though neither of your technically have ears. " Hm... but you could be having a little bit of... fun with your favorite trickster, hm?" He suggested, and that may have been what broke your composure the slightest bit, letting the slightest hint of red creep onto your face. You certainly didn't trust that 'fun' meant exactly what you thought, it was probably another one of his petty puppet shows and he was doing all of this to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. " And what exactly do you mean by... 'fun'?" you question him, your composure breaking further as he let out a low chuckle. " Oh little warden... You're so cute whenever you act so clueless." He purred in this new, low voice of his. Since when could he do this? You knew he was an actor but what???? the fuck??? You could see that he was getting bigger as well, more or less of a good sign. " ... It makes me want to just gobble you up~" hoo boy, hoo fucking boy. You could feel the back of one of his claws rest at your leg. " Starting from your toes all the way to your itty bitty silly little head~ I wonder just what you'd taste like...? I could probably just eat you up in one bite~!" He purred, you could see his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking them in a rather teasing manner that got your heart working overtime. You couldn't tell if it was beating so fast out of fear or embarrassment because maybe this actually flustered you a lot and- by the witches he was fucking huge now. Holy fuck he could probably actually do it. He leaned down close, his wide grin inches away from your face.

" Oh you're oh so teeny tiny... i really could just eat you up in one bite~" He hummed as his hand wrapped around your body. You were pretty sure that your brain is going to short-circuit soon just from the way he's looking at you.

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this may be the spiciest thing i've ever written, what the heck.i only stopped here cause I couldn't write any more without getting too embarrassed.

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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Hello darling I’m back again for some more smut with EZ cause I can’t get enough of that beautiful man.

Can we do prompts: 12, 21 & 39

Please and thank you! Love you❤️

Welcome back Love!!!!!! Some smut with the handsome EZ? Why of course I can do that for ya! Loves ya too! Come back for more anytime! As always 18+! Now lets get to the magic!

Lets see Prompts

12. Do you wanna come in?

21. Like what you see?

39. (blank) is yourdad/brother? Why didn't you tell me?

Fun Night, Terrible Morning

"Do you wanna come in?" you asked as you opened the door and looking over you shoulder at EZ. He seemed surprised but nodded as he followed you in. "Make yourself comfortable. Want a drink?" you stated as you locked the door and gestured to your couch. "I'll take a beer" replied EZ as he kicked his boots off and hung his leather by the door where you had put your jacket. Moving to your couch he settled in and couldn't help the grin as he heard you humming to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen.

The two of you had been on a handful of dates over the last couple of weeks and he was feeling confident that you might actually be the one. "Here ya go" you replied a couple minutes later as you handed him a beer and set yours on the table. "Mind if I go change into something more comfy?" you inquired with a smile as you stood in front of him. "Not at all" replied EZ as he smiled up at you. "Be right back" you replied before walking down the hall to he assumed your bedroom.

A few minutes later EZ heard you call for him. "Everything okay?" he asked as he tapped on your half opened door. "Yeah" you called with a giggle. Confused EZ pushed the door open and the sight of you splayed out on your bed, hands roaming your body left him speechless. "Like what you see?" you inquired innocently as you let the tips of your fingers dip just slightly into your wet core. EZ simply nodded as his eyes followed your fingers as you moved them to your mouth licking them like a lollipop. "You should come get a taste" you purred as you watched EZ lick his lips.

Within seconds EZ had shed his clothes and pulled you to the edge of his bed as he latched his mouth onto your wet core." God damn" he moaned into you as he closed his eyes relishing in the intoxicating taste of you. You let out a sharp breath when his teeth grazed your clit. "EZ" you moaned as you clamped your thighs around his head as he latched onto it sucking gently.

When he added two fingers and started pressing into that soft sweet spot your body spasmed as he tipped you over the edge into a heavenly bliss. EZ moaned into you as your sweet nectar flooded his mouth. Ez pulled two more earth shattering orgasms out of you before he finally pulled away panting.

Once you had regained your ability to move some you rolled over onto your stomach and raised your hips up off the bed. "I need you in me" you whimpered as you looked over your shoulder at him. Without hesitation Ez was sliding his stiff cock fully into you making you cry out his name. Ez groaned as he gripped your hips tightly and started slamming into you. He knew he wouldn't last long this time as your walls gripped him. "Feel so good wrapped around me " he moaned as he felt you clench around him as you let out an a string of fucks as he tipped your over stimulated body over the edge. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped the sheets tightly in your fist as you came around his cock milking his own release deep into you.

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Next morning

You were startled awake by your bedroom door slamming shut. Yanking the sheets around your still naked body you saw Ez pressed against the door with a look of panic. "What's wrong?" you asked as you looked at him. Is Coco Cruz is your brother?" demanded Ez. You sighed before answering. "Yeah. I'm guessing he let himself in huh" you answered as you stated. "Don't worry he is harmless" you added trying to reassure EZ. EZ stared at you like you had grown a second head before replying. "Why would you not tell me your brother is also a Mayan? Also, no he is not harmless. He has his gun and a knife on you coffee table and asked which one I would prefer my dick to be removed with. " replied EZ his voice rising slightly in panic. "Oh. I'll go explain" you replied as you got put of bed and started looking for your clothes. "You will be fine" you added as you kissed his cheek before stepping out of the room.

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nitrokiraru · 5 months

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madatowa drama cd notes as someone who has very limited jp knowledge. i am simply using my 4 yrs of high school japanese, google translate, and a dream. just posting this for fun so it’s not like an official translation or anything it’s just basically me describing what’s happening to the best of my ability and also being insane about them

major events that happened that i could make out as like a tldr

-mada reunited with someone he knew when he was little

-towa learns abt mada’s past, mainly around a guy named “kurahashi”

-mayu eiji and kotarou appearance :D being sillies as always

-two yowie moments. first one in an alleyway second one presumably in their home. both are freak nasty as usual madatowa shenanigans

notes:

track 1

-LOTS of fighting noises in this

-towa and mada have a coffee and say it tastes like shinkoumi. some dudes come up to em and try to fight

track 2+3

-somebody notices them and gives them a job. presumably to fight people

-towa fights some people and it riles him up

-this part has already been translated but i just wanna scream abt it here bc!!!!!! towa brings him and mada into like an alleyway or something and he goes “hit me. it has to be you.” and mada says something like “you really are a lost cause/what am i going to do with you, huh?” hits him n his mouth fills with blood and towa kisses mada to make him taste it dnnsjdjd ❤️

-they have a quickie in the third track in said alleyway like the freaks they are

track 4

-a character (acquaintance of mada) called him “kei” which was kinda crazy to me since nobody called him that in the vn

-theyre in south america i believe? it’s funny in drama cds when they go to a country outside of japan and still speak japanese

-this character knew mada when he was little??? omg

-KAGA MENTION

-somebody came up to towa and madarame and said “forget everything you saw/heard today”?!

-there’s a VA in here that lowkey sounds like koujaku dmmd but idk how to check

track 5

-it’s funny how some tracks in here are like 2 minutes and the next one is 20

-dude i forgot how good nitroplus’ like sound effects are these mfs sound like they’re in my ROOM

-towa n mada having a convo abt the previous day. i think they may be arguing slightly? tone feels passive aggressive

-birds chirpin’ and towa’s breathing. he just woke up

-he just said madarame in the softest voice ever… 💔💔

-i think he woke up on their bed and mada left before he did

-towa: where did you go?😕 *track ends*

track 6

-footsteps. towa in a coffee shop once again

-MADA FIGHTING THAT DUDE HE KNEW

-cut back to towa. beep beep boop. towa calling somebody? ITS MAYU KOTAROU AND I THINK EIJI OMGGGGG T__T I MISSED EM

-i missed mayus silly voice

-they keep talking about somebody named “kurahashi” related to mada and kaga

-sasaki and toono mention?

-mayu: did something happen between you and madarame? did you two fight? (in the most teasing lil shit voice ever)

towa: *exhales smoke probably abt to hang up the phone* i’m done. -__-

eiji: HE WAs JUST KIDDIN-

-eiji: mata!! (see you!)

kotarou: mata na.

mayu: mata ne~ ^__^

the difference in tones was cute

-towa walks out of da shop. the dude from before comes up to him and asks if he wants to know what he and mada have been doing

-he like grabs him?? menacing music playing

-ok towa said let me go i think he pushed him up against a wall or something

-this dude is asking towa if he knows abt mada before he joined the takasatogumi. some massive lore bits goin on here (i understand about 20% of it)

-from what i got: madarame and kaga had a promise. lots of talk abt this promise. lots of talk abt madarame’s history with his siblings and takasatogumi. this entire bit is probably really interesting lore wise but i can’t understand most of it…💔 apologies

- enter madarame from the distance to save towa from this dude’s grasp

-he walks away.

-madarame: that guy…what happened?

towa: nothin. we just talked

madarame: really?

towa: yea. (he lyin)

track 7

-they go back home (i think) and enter.

towa sighssss. towa and mada talk time it seems ^__^

-madarame’s voice is so soft when he’s w him…cries

-towa: mentions something abt kurahashi

music: gets Suspenseful

-towa talks abt the stuff that dude told him

-towa ran away into a room?! (once again this would make me more sense if i even understood the weight of that dudes words and the lore of what happened)

track 8 (pretty sure this is the beginning of disc 2? however i’m listening from dlsite so it just shows up as track 8)

-this track is 20 minutes oh god pray for me as i try to even figure out what the hell is happening

-towa goes to see kurahashi and some dude tells him he needs an appt lawl… he lets him in tho

-“you came after all, towa” *suspense music starts*

-there’s a new takasatogumi?¿

-the dude who calls madarame “kei” is here telling him this. actually i think this is kurahashi i’ve just been calling him “the dude” this whole time but maybe it is kurahashi LMFAO i’ll just call him that

-wait the interrogation/euphoria music is playing? they’re still doing this segment in the drama cds omg

-towas voice still remaining the sexiest shit ever god

-IS HE TRYING TO SEDUCE INFORMATION OUT OF HIM or is it just his voice. maybe both

-more lore bits abt mada that i can only get bits n pieces from

-towa provoking da hell out of this mf.

-literally what the HELL is happening some other dude came in i hear clothes rustling and towa said Unhand Me

-HELLO GLASS JUST BROKE THAT SCARED ME WHY ARE NITROPLUS’ SOUND EFFECTS SO REALISTIC

-ITS MADA LMFAKOOK HE BROKE IN AND ASAID “towa. u in here?”

-the guy who sounds like koujaku is back apparently w him. they saved towa :D

-OK WHERE DID EIJI MAYU AND KOTAROU COME FROM I MISSED SOMETHING. i did.

track 9

-more kotarou eiji and mayuuuu. looks like they’re with towa and madarame now

-ok they left lawl

-everything’s all chill now i think that last track was the drama. i can’t wait until somebody translates the whole thing so i can actually understand what da hell happened

-once again their voices when they speak to each other alone are just 💔💔..

-it got a bit intimate at the end there i think i’m abt to hear a secks scene ngl

track 10

-YUP THE JAZZ MUSIC PLAYIN AND THERES KISSIN

-blood and knife(?) mention oh it’s abt to get real crazy in here

-mada: want me to cut you (non-verbatim ish)

towa: yes…..!!

-i’m punching the air.

-*cut sfx* mada: did that hurt?

towa:… feels good

-towa is such a fucking freak (affectionate) my god

-i think mada is licking the blood up oh my goodnes i’m abt to pass out and i’m only 2 min in

-oh he’s . towas whimpering . i’m normal (yes they’re fucking now)

-towa: cut me more. i want it to hurt

-mada keeps cutting him and towa keeps doing that little whimper FAWKKKK I CANR

-after they finished

towa: you’re covered in blood.

mada: whose fault is that?

towa: yours, isn’t it?

-ok that just changed me and i am very glad i bought this CD so i can now listen to it for the rest of time.

track 11 (last one!! ;_;)

-outside ambience. towa talking abt da sky

-at the coffee shop again talking w da waiter

-melancholy music playing.. why am i feeling emotional

-if i heard this correctly mada and kaga had coffee together that tasted like what they’re having rn?¿ madarame talking more abt his past but like. fondly i guess

-madarame said something that kind of gagged towa but IDK WHAT IT WASSSS HE SAID “who knows”

ARKTA song once again for the ending! AND IM DONEEE

ok so. i’m not gonna give a full review since i didn’t understand all of what they were saying but i saw on twt some people are going to start translating it? so perhaps i’ll relisten once a translation is out and give my full thoughts but as of now i loved it regardless. i missed towa and madarame a lot i love their dynamic 💔 just a bunch of freaks fighting mfs occasionally and going anywhere but still sticking beside one other. im rly glad i actually bought it because i get to listen to it whenever AND it’ll probably feel like the first time once i finally listen to it along with an eng translation so i actually know wtf is GOING ON

anyways hi and thank u if u read this whole thing. ’m gonna buy the rest of them soon and also make a review post but probably not as long. the reason is because god i MISSED TOWAS VOICE SO MUCH LOL i must hear it again. that is all

#my txt #slow damage #madarame kei #madatowa

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Hey,

Could you perhaps write something about the reader and Sihtric, where the reader is again a Schildmaid and the best friend of Sihtric. Of course, she belongs to Uhtred's group. I would just like to read how we have a big fight with his wife, I just don't like her, no idea why 🥲 😇 but it would be so cool to beat her ass!!! Maybe a lot of drama with sihtric because of course he feels the need to defend his wife. In the end, the two could have a happy ending, I don't know how that could happen.

I hope you have a nice day! ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: fluff/angst, quick mention of/hint to suicide (no detail, only to get a point across).

Pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 3,9k

Note: I always love your requests, so thank you once again! I hope you'll enjoy it and that it perhaps brightens your day. Also; I make his wife so mean in the last few fics but tbh, we know Sihtric belongs with reader in my universe so *shrugs* you know. Oh, and 10 points to readers who spot those Monty Python refferences.

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'Find your own husband, you dirty boar!'

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'If you didn't go all in, little bug, you would still be able to walk home now.'

'What's the point of training if you don't go all in?'

'Well,' Sihtric sighed, 'getting hurt isn't the point of training either.'

'But now I get to be carried home by you, so I won anyway,' you looked up at him and smiled.

Sihtric rolled his eyes at you but his scowl quickly made place for a grin. He wasn't really telling you off, he knew you always give your all when you train together, it's one of the reasons you're Uhtred's best shieldmaiden. But Sihtric did always tell you to watch yourself and not get hurt. You always ignored him, but today he finally got to say he told you so.

You had been clumsy when you went into full fightmode against Sihtric and had hurt yourself badly when you dropped your shield, shoving it harshly against your shin on accident, causing it to bruise right away. The pain was pretty rough, but you didn't want to admit it, so you went for another round of defence training with Sihtric. But once he kicked against your leg you screamed out in pain, to which Sihtric immediately said it was enough and ended the training. You had hopped a few paces before Sihtric said that it was not smart to put pressure on your leg, and without even asking he had lifted you up in his arms and carried you home. And you didn't really mind that. Sihtric was your best friend, but you never hid it for anyone that you liked him a little more than that, so he knew you were enjoying this moment. And that is also why Sihtric always calls you 'little bug', lovingly, because you always bugged him in a way that he found adorable.

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'Well, well,' Finan chuckled when Sihtric entered through the gates with you in his arms, 'isn't that our fierce shieldmaiden being carried home. Injured?'

'It's a flesh wound!' you shouted with horror, but quickly grinned while wrapping your arms a little tighter around Sihtric's neck.

'Tis but a scratch,' Sihtric rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

'Aye, she's just taking advantage of ye,' Finan winked at you, knowing you were just loving the fact that Sihtric carried you home.

And Sihtric could only chuckle at your flirting, as he always did. He knew you liked him a certain amount and he definitely didn't mind your flirtatious behaviour with him. You knew he was married and you had never crossed that line, so to Sihtric, it was just good fun and he simply enjoyed the attention of a beautiful shieldmaiden.

'You have to carry me all the way home, Sihtric,' you taunted.

'Aye, Sihtric, all the way to her bed!' Finan howled behind you.

Sihtric shook his head with a smile as he looked at you, and if he wasn't married, you would have kissed him right then. And if Sihtric was honest, he wouldn't have minded that. But you didn't kiss him, instead, you watched his smile fade instantly as he stopped dead in his tracks.

Sigdeflaed, Sihtric's wife, just stepped out of the butcher's shop as Sihtric crossed it. She saw you in his arms and her face was unlike anything you had ever seen. She looked as if she was about to kill you first and Sihtric straight after. Sihtric swallowed hard and licked his lips before he spoke.

'Sigde,' he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice, 'she, she's injured. I am only taking her home.'

'She looks fine to me,' Sigdeflaed snarled.

'Just set me down, Siht, I'll walk home,' you gave him a weak smile, knowing she would probably take her anger out on him later.

'No,' Sihtric said, rather firmly, 'she is injured, she can't walk on her own.'

'Then she should find her own husband to carry her home!'

'Gods, woman,' you scowled, 'you only married him so he could help you when you're injured? Now I understand why you look so angry all the time.'

'Hey,' Sihtric snapped at you, then softly said, 'don't.'

'Sorry,' you murmured and looked down.

'I'm bringing her to the healers, then I will return home,' Sihtric told his wife, who was still looking at him as if he had committed the worst of crimes.

Sihtric shuffled away with you, and as he passed his wife you glanced at her, giving her just a quick peek at your smirk, causing her to huff loudly. And when Sihtric had turned around the corner you looked up at him and saw he was already watching you. You fluttered your eyelashes at him to which he couldn't help but chuckle lightly and smile shyly.

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'Sorry if I caused you trouble,' you said as he laid you down onto a bed.

'It's fine,' he said, 'she never liked you so I know I will hear about it.'

'Well I never liked her either,' you grinned.

Sihtric gave you a disapproving look which made you feel bad, and you apologised again. You looked around and locked eyes with a healer, who motioned she'd be with you soon.

'Well, thank you,' you smiled, 'but you should go home now. I'll be taken care of.'

'No thanks, little bug,' Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheek, 'take it easy, let me know how you're doing tomorrow, okay?'

'I will.'

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Your injury felt a lot better the next day. The healer had given you a potion for the pain and a salve which caused the swelling to lessen quickly. Your shin was still sensitive, but you could walk again, albeit with a slight limp.

You were out of apples and decided it was a good reason to try and take a short walk to the market.

The walk went well, luckily, and on your way back you passed Uhtred, Finan and Osferth, who you proudly showed your large bruise to. Uhtred told you to be careful, Finan just laughed at you and Osferth grimaced.

'I see you can walk again,' Sihtric suddenly said from behind you. You turned around to see his smile and he embraced you, 'you're good?'

'Better,' you smiled, 'not fully healed, but it's okay.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled.

'How was your evening?' you asked, hinting at a possible fight he had with his wife.

'It was an evening,' Sihtric sighed, 'don't worry about it.'

Sigdeflaed had been furious at Sihtric, and he had just sat there and listened to her fury. He had kept quiet the whole time, just wanting it to be over so he could go to bed. He didn't regret carrying you home, he'd do it again today if he had to. Or any other day for that matter. He liked you, not romantically though, at least, not to the extent he'd act on it. Unless he wasn't married. But he always reminded himself that he was infact married.

'Well, I best get going, I need to rest my leg again,' you smiled and waved the men goodbye.

You slowly walked away from them, and just around the corner you bumped into Sigdeflaed, causing you to drop all your apples. You huffed at the apples before you looked up to see who you had walked into. And when you did, you saw Sigdeflaed looked at you with the same look she had given you yesterday.

'You,' she said curtly.

'It is I,' you joked, a little nervously. You knew the men couldn't see you anymore and you weren't sure how this would go. You had no intention of fighting her, but she gave you a different impression.

'You stay away from my husband,' she said as she got up in your face.

'Gods, woman,' you grimaced, 'I do not wish to see you up close like this.'

'I see you have taken on Finan's humour,' she snarled, 'maybe you should flutter your eyelashes at him.'

'No, no, Finan's a good guy, don't get me wrong, but he doesn't excite me like that,' you taunted her. You didn't care anymore if this would turn into a fight. You just didn't like her.

'And my husband does excite you?'

'Well, yeah,' you snorted, 'have you seen him?'

'You whore!' Sigdeflaed screamed and slapped you in the face.

Meanwhile, the men heard the commotion and walked over to the corner.

'Probably those two ladies fighting over Osferth again,' Finan grinned, making them all laugh before they poked their heads around the corner, just in time to watch the event unfold.

'Last time I checked you were the whore, whore!' you shouted and gave Sigdeflaed a push. She huffed and stomped her feet, and you thought she looked like an angry gnome so you couldn't help but snort at her.

'Shut up!' she screamed as she suddenly clawed at your face.

Oh, you thought, it was going to be a fight like this. Okay, I can fight like that too.

'You witch!' you shouted and slapped her in the face, to which she quickly slapped you back again.

'Find your own husband, you dirty boar!'

'Did your wife just call her a dirty boar?' Osferth chuckled.

'Uh, Lord,' Finan said, 'should we… should we do something?'

'Maybe,' Uhtred said slowly, rather amused.

'Wait, Sihtric, are they… are they fighting over you?' Osferth asked.

'What? No,' Sihtric shrugged quickly.

'You're not the only one who likes Sihtric, you horse faced turd!' you shouted and grabbed her hair, harshly pulling it as she kept trying to hit you.

'Swamp rat!' she screamed at you.

'Weasel shit!' you hissed.

Sihtric cleared his throat and frowned awkwardly as the men had all turned to look at him. Then he sighed loudly and finally stepped towards the fight to interfere.

'Hey,' Sihtric said, but you both didn't hear him over your pathetic shrill voices. Sihtric looked back at the men and threw his hands up in defeat, to which they all gave him a fake smile and thumbs up, letting him know he was doing great.

'Your mother was a hamster!' you snarled.

'Your father smells of elderberries!' Sigdeflaed cried.

'Hey!' Sihtric said again, louder this time and it made you both stop and look at him.

'Sihtric,' you said with big eyes.

'Husband!' Sigdeflaed sighed dramatically, to which you rolled your eyes.

'Let go of my wife,' he raised his eyebrow at you.

'But she started it!'

'Only because you tried to steal my husband!'

'Only because you tried to steal my husband,' you mocked her voice, 'cow!'

'Chicken shit!'

You both quickly started shouting insults again while throwing hands. Sihtric jumped between the two of you, shoving you away and turning to his wife, while Finan had made his way over to try and calm you down. Uhtred and Osferth came over too, mainly in the hopes of seeing it escalate again, but also to be able to interfere if they really had to. After a short while Sihtric had told Sigdeflaed to go home, which she did. Sihtric nodded at the men to leave, and they did too. Then Sihtric turned to you, and you saw he was angry.

'Why?' he snapped.

You didn't answer and looked down at your feet.

'Why are you causing so many problems for me?'

'I'm sorry,' you whispered, not being able to look Sihtric in his eyes.

'Sorry is not good enough,' he scoffed, 'you just hit my wife,' he raised his voice, 'my wife!' he shouted again, 'and for what? What was the point?'

'She hit me first, Sihtric!'

'I do not care! She is my wife!'

'I'm sorry, okay! What more do you want me to say?'

'Nothing, okay, just… nothing. You've done enough already,' Sihtric said and walked away.

'No, wait,' you ran after him with a limp, 'Sihtric, wait!'

You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you.

'I'm sorry, I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I don't want you to hate me. I'm sorry.'

'I do not hate you,' Sihtric sighed, 'you know I care about you and I love having you around. But,' Sihtric sighed, 'look, the flirting is fun, I'll admit I enjoy that. But you have to understand that I am married, and I will not be unfaithful to my wife.'

'I know,' you said softly, 'and I would never want you to hurt your wife. No matter,' you felt yourself choke up, 'no matter how much I wish I could take her place.'

Sihtric sighed as he watched you wipe away a tear, and he pulled you close into a tight embrace.

'Listen, little bug,' he spoke softly and pulled slightly back to cup your cheeks, letting your noses touch, 'you should know by now that I have a soft spot for you. But... I can't be with you, not like that. Not the way you want it to be.'

'I know,' you sighed, another tear fell down.

'Stop fighting with my wife,' he smiled lightly, 'you don't have to do anything like that to get my attention. But you have to be more respectful towards her, that is all I ask.'

'Do you know how hard it is when you can't have that one person you love?' you spoke with a trembling lip.

Sihtric sighed and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

'Believe me,' he paused to press a kiss against your forehead, 'I know. But I just,' he chuckled as he fought his own tears, 'I hope that maybe in another life I will find you again. And maybe then we are meant to be.'

'I will wait forever for you,' you sniffled.

'I know, and that is why it pains me to see you hurt like this,' he wiped another tear away from your cheek with his thumb, 'because I know you are waiting for me, but it seems as if… as if the gods have misplaced you. Because this is not the life in which we are meant to be together. Not like that. I am sorry, little bug,' Sihtric said and bit down on his lip, holding back more tears he felt creeping up, 'I will always want you with me in this life, and I will always love you in my own way, but I beg you, please, you have to try and get over me. You can't wait for me forever, not in this life.'

'I-I don't think I can get over you,' you chuckled lightly, your voice trembling as you pulled away from him, 'if I can't have you in this life, Sihtric, then there is nothing left for me here.'

Without another word you walked away, back home, where you cried while packing your belongings. You know Sihtric was right, you weren't meant to be. You always knew that, but hearing him actually say it was unbearable. You had no business left in Coccham. You can be a shieldmaiden anywhere and fight for any Lord alongside any man, but just not with Sihtric anymore.

Sihtric kept thinking about your last words over and over again. It kept him up all night. And you didn't know he had misunderstood you. You had meant that there was nothing left for you here in Coccham, so you were to move on to a different place. But Sihtric thought you meant there was nothing left for you in this life. And he suddenly panicked and couldn't stop himself from breaking down in tears as he sat up in bed in the middle of the night. Which caused Sigdeflaed to wake up as he sobbed loudly. Upon asking, Sihtric had told her about his conversation with you. And at first, she didn't want to hear about it, but seeing her husband so upset and worried made her upset too. And she realised that Sihtric felt something for you that was much deeper than the friendship he always claimed it was.

And she had enough of this, she didn't marry him to feel like this. She didn't marry her husband only to see him cry his tears for someone else. And in all her bitterness she hoped that he'd be happy with you while she packed her belongings. But when morning came, and Sigdeflaed said her goodbyes to Sihtric, you were already long gone yourself.

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Almost one year has passed since you left Coccham. You still weren't over Sihtric, you would never be, but at least you weren't confronted with him every day anymore. You were relatively happy, but still empty inside. Which was good on the battlefield, but less useful when you just sat in your home in between battles, wondering how Sihtric was doing and what kind of outrageous haircut he had now. You missed him, so deeply, but you had to accept that you were just misplaced in this life.

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Sihtric had been a wreck for months after you and his wife had left within the same day. And he had looked for you everywhere he could think of, and in a way he was relieved he never found your body, as he had expected, but he would never get over the fact you were just gone. It was a torture to him that you didn't know how wrong he had been. The way he kept lying to himself that you weren't supposed to be with him in this life. He was the one who kept interfering with fate by ignoring his own feelings. And for almost a year he had looked for you, without luck.

Until Uhtred heard stories about a vicious shieldmaiden in Lundene, a young and pretty thing, as he was told, who apparently refused every marriage offer she got. And Uhtred heard there had been many. He grew suspicious and had a feeling it had to be you, so he told his men, and they all agreed they had to travel to Lundene to find out for themselves.

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'So the stories are true,' a vaguely familiar voice spoke behind you while you saddled up your horse. You frowned and turned around, only to find Uhtred looking down at you with a huge grin.

'U-Uhtred?' you said, completely in shock, 'what are you doing here? H-how did you find me?'

'You've made quite the name for yourself,' he chuckled, 'word about a ruthless shieldmaiden who refused to get married travelled all the way to Coccham. I had to see it for myself.'

'Gods,' you chuckled and flew into his arms, 'I have missed you.'

'And so have I,' Uhtred smiled, 'but someone missed you more.'

You pulled out of his embrace and looked at him with questioning eyes.

'Sihtric,' he said, and only hearing his name already made your stomach twist into a knot.

'Oh,' you tried to not show how hearing his name affected you, 'h-how is he? I bet he has a child to look after by now?' you chuckled lightly.

'A child?' Uhtred scoffed, 'Sihtric has no one to look after anymore.'

'What?'

'Sigdeflaed left the same day as you. But we only found out later you were gone. I should kill you for what you did to us, leaving like that,' Uhtred smiled, 'but Sihtric would never get over that and I can't stand his whining about you anymore.'

'What is that supposed to mean?' you asked, still trying to process everything Uhtred just told you.

'Sihtric has been a wreck ever since you left, he thought you had left to get yourself killed. He freaked out hours later after you last spoke, and that is why his wife left him.'

'H-he… what?'

Uhtred sighed. 'Just go to the docks, you'll find him there.'

You hurried away, not even being sure if you were running towards the docks or towards your home, to pack your belongings again and leave Lundene just as you had left Coccham. You went where your feet brought you, and soon you saw the unmistakingly figure of Sihtric sitting near the docks with his back turned to you, looking out over the water.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you approached him, and upon hearing footsteps behind him, Sihtric turned around, holding a bunch of white flowers in his hands. And just as you had expected, you saw he indeed had a new outrageous haircut, one side was completely shaved off whereas on the other side he had his dark curls, which you knew to be so soft to the touch, and you wanted nothing more than to brush your fingers through it while you planted your lips on his.

Your feet carried you faster when you saw Sihtric got up and sprinted to meet you, tossing the flowers to the side as he held his arms open for you as you closed in.

'Sihtric!' you let out with a sob as you jumped into his arms.

'Little bug,' Sihtric sighed, wrapping you in his arms as he picked you up. He spun you around as your legs wrapped around his waist, and you immediately collided into a desperate kiss while you ran your fingers through his hair, which seemed even softer than you remembered.

'I'm sorry for what I did,' you said softly after Sihtric had finally put you back on your feet again, keeping you close as he pressed your body against his while you cupped his cheeks.

'I don't want to hear about it,' he whispered, pecking your lips as fast as he could.

'I've missed you,' you managed to say in between kisses, 'so much.'

'So have I,' Sihtric said, trying to keep his lips away from yours, but he couldn't fully stop from planting quick kisses on your face while he spoke, 'I've been looking for you, every day,' he paused to nuzzle your nose, 'I've been so wrong, my love. It was not you who was misplaced in this life. I hope you can forgive me for wasting all this time.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed before you kissed him again, 'I believe the spinners had planned my departure, so you could figure out what you wanted and needed in this life. And maybe, when you finally stopped fighting your destiny, they made you find me again, here, all the way in Lundene,' you smiled through your tears and kissed him once more.

'You are right, little bug,' Sihtric chuckled, allowing his own tears to fall too, 'I was meant to find you. And I still can't believe it. When Uhtred told me the stories he had heard,' he laughed, and you melted at the sound, for you had missed it so, 'I knew it had to be you. And it seems like you have done well for yourself, that makes me proud.'

'You taught me how to survive,' you smiled, wiping away his tears as you still had his cheeks cupped.

'And you taught me to listen to my heart.'

'We always told you to not use your brain, my love, Finan and I,' you grinned and Sihtric rolled his eyes before he leaned his forehead against yours.

'You never change,' he smiled.

'Neither do you,' you pulled away to brush your fingers through his hair again, 'except for whatever that is,' you laughed.

'You don't like my hair?' he blushed lightly as his hands found their way to your waist.

'I didn't say that.'

'So you like it?' he squinted his eyes slightly at you as he pulled you closer again.

'Hm,' you hummed, tauntingly, 'it must be a nice feeling to run my hand through your hair and also kiss that shaved side at the same time,' you giggled.

'I don't know,' he blushed again, 'it hasn't been done yet. I'm thinking,' a cheeky smile appeared, 'we could maybe try it tonight?'

'Tonight?' you frowned, 'not now?'

'Well, first I want to hear all about what you've been doing here, little bug,' he gave you a sly smile before he pecked your lips again, 'so tell me.'

You smiled and scoffed lightly before you spoke.

'I've done here the exact same as I've always done, Sihtric, my entire life.'

'Fighting and breaking the hearts of many men?' Sihtric smiled, eyes full of love as he looked at you in his arms.

'That too, yes,' you smiled, returning the same look as you meet his eyes.

'And what more have you done here?' Sihtric asked, his lips lightly brushing over yours.

'Waiting, my love, for you,' you sighed softly, 'to find me in this life, which you finally did.'

#sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #sihtric kjartanson #tlk

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Alrighty babes! This came about due to requests for a sequel, and I just had to dive into it 😊❤️

Additionally, I've got this suggestion that I believe could be enjoyable for a potential part three - what's your take on that? 😉

Warnings; 18+ Smut; oral (f recieving); protected sex (p in v);

Word count: 3.4K

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Swing my heart across the line (⚡️) [Intern x Willy]

“I don’t think you’ll finish tonight’s work like that,” he cocked an eyebrow, causing you to slightly gasp for air as embarrassment showed on your cheeks, and you offered him an excusing nod before returning to your task.

And as Brad left the doorway, William couldn’t help but let out a laugh, earning you to do the same, as he came to place a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Come over to my place?” he timidly asked, making you turn your head just a little to flash him a smile and nod before he then left the locker room. Both of you still adorning wide grins and satisfied smiles.

Simply put, you couldn't finish your work fast enough tonight.

You'd kissed William Nylander, and he'd kissed you back. And more importantly he was into in you.

Your heart raced faster than William during the final seconds of the game, and your pulse pounded, as if it might burst from your chest. Your palms turned sweaty, and staying calm became a challenge.

So, you gathered your belongings rather quickly and headed determined toward the exit of the arena.

"Where do you think you're going?" Brad's voice echoed behind you, causing you to stop and freeze momentarily at his words.

Slowly, you turned to face him, meeting his serious expression.

"I'm done with my work and leaving," you replied timidly.

"I know, and you're free to go home," Brad said, stepping a bit closer, concern flickering in his eyes. "Just… be careful, okay... these hockey guys might seem all charming and fun, but they can be risky for young girls like you."

His words sounded genuine, prompting you to take them seriously, considering his advice. But you also had a feeling that William was different. At least when it came to you.

Though, deep down, you knew that's probably what every young woman might reassure herself when dealing with an attractive, overly charming man. Yet, recalling all the times you'd spent together, exchanging playful banter and flirty remarks, he had never been forceful or pushy with you.

William had always been mindful and considerate, making sure never to overstep any boundaries - a surprising trait for a hockey player, you thought considering Brad’s words. He’d respected the line that separated your professional lives and never made you feel uncomfortable.

"I'll be cautious," you replied quietly, offering a friendly smile to the manager in front of you.

"Not just that, y/n - remember, your career could be at stake if this gets out, and even though it might not seem like it now, he's not worth jeopardising it for."

His expression held a stern warning, speaking volumes beyond his words, as his raised eyebrows scolded you maturely.

“So you won’t tell anyone?”

“I won’t tell.”

Then with a gentle nod, you continued on your way out. However, Brad's words still softly lingered in your mind during your ride on the TTC, headed to William's place.

Now, you hadn't actually been to his condo before; you'd only heard about it in conversations with the guys. However, he had given you his address once. While coming back from the road with the team, he’d offered you a lift home, politely you’d declining, as you shared your address, but he mentioned it wasn't an issue due to his location. However, to you the distance between your places seemed too far, so you persisted, and eventually, he dropped the idea.

Well, until the next chance presented itself, of course.

Rising from your seat, you began on your journey to William's apartment building. And as expected, it was one of those towering structures with an impressive lobby. Pressing the 28th-floor button, you lightly chuckled, briefly imagining his condo as the typical bachelor pad.

"Hey," William greeted you with a broad smirk upon opening the front door after buzzing you in.

"Hi," you greeted softly. Stepping into his condo, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over you, as you came to realise precisely what you had walked into. You were at William Nylander's place, having kissed in the locker room, possibly on the verge of letting things progress further. You were aware you were crossing a line. As an intern at MLSE, getting involved with a hockey player wasn't supposed to be on your agenda, and it was probably even mentioned in your contract.

"You really made me wait, huh?" William interrupted your thoughts as he closed the door behind you.

"Yeah, well, didn't want to make it too easy for you," you chuckled with cheeky wink, removing your coat and shoes, as you followed William into the living room. "Besides, Brad held me up for a moment, giving me a good heart-to-heart talk…" you shared softly, feeling uncertain about disclosing this to him but choosing to do so.

"What about?" William chuckled, casually leaning on the back of his large couch.

"Well… he wanted to warn me about you..." you spoke softly, exploring his spacious flat with your eyes.

The place had floor-to-ceiling windows, a sizeable TV positioned in front of an expansive, comfortable couch that could easily accommodate most of the team. The interior radiated a Classic Nordic Scandinavian Style, featuring Ikea furniture mixed with several family photos, a blend of classic and modern art, and various boyish figurines.

Surprisingly, it was quite tidy.

"Wait, Brad warned you about me?"

"Actually, he warned me about all hockey players... and how this could potentially harm my career – which he's kind of right about..." you spoke a bit nervously, fiddling with your hands as you looked at the Swede.

"So, is that how you think of me?"

"I'm not entirely sure – I haven't made up my mind about you yet," you flashed him a sweet smile.

"Hmm," he responded, briefly glancing down before meeting your gaze again. “you know y/n… if you're not comfortable being here, I get it. I'm not going to pressure you into anything, I just…" William paused, softly pressing his lips together. "I just really like you, and I know it might sound like something any hockey player would say just to get laid, but… I don't know… I just do."

Your eyes locked onto his as you heard his little heartfelt confession, responding with a sweet smile.

"I like you too, Willy," you spoke softly, taking a step closer as he leaned against the couch.

"I thought you hadn't made up your mind about me…" he chuckled playfully as you now stood within arm's reach, sharing the space between you.

"I haven't... but for now, I do think I like you a lot. Besides, hockey players aren’t the only ones who need to have some fun once in a while," you teased with a mischievous grin, standing so close that you could feel his warm breath, your legs between his.

William couldn't help but be amused by your comment, as he then gently placed his hands on your hips and drew you closer.

"Alright, just let me know if you want to stop," he spoke softly, leaning in slowly, bringing his lips closer to yours, finally connecting them in a tender kiss.

But there was no way you wanted this to end.

His lips felt incredible once again, and his gentle touch on your hips urged you closer into his broad chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you savoured the magical sensation of his touch, leaning further into the kiss.

His lips moved tenderly against yours, his tongue softly requesting entry, and you willingly welcomed it. Your mouths entwined, tongues swirling in a passionate dance, merging warmth and mixing saliva in the heat of the moment.

The intense kiss left you both breathless, and as amazing as it felt, you needed to pull back for air.

Gasping for breath, you both separated, foreheads meeting in a tender moment before breaking the comfortable silence.

"So, you want to show me your bedroom?" you smirked, looking up at him.

“Never thought you’d ask,” William nodded gently, before towering over you. His hands slid down your lower back, beneath your buttocks, swiftly lifting you into his arms, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he then carried you past the kitchen and into his spacious bedroom.

From what you could glimpse, the bedroom had a more masculine, bachelor-like style, not that you cared since your focus was on the man carrying you. Then gently, he placed you onto the bed, lying on your back, and started planting soft kisses along your jawline.

You could slowly feel all rational thoughts about the potential wrongness of the situation were slowly fading away, overridden by the distraction of his kisses, as each touch of William's lips erased any lingering concerns you might have had.

The slowly, William withdrew, moving back onto his knees and heels, taking a moment to gaze at you.

You looked incredibly beautiful to him. Though, he knew he probably shouldn't proceed with this, considering you were an intern, and he felt a sense of responsibility being the older one between you. But he found himself unable to resist.

After months of sharing laughter and banter nearly every day, he yearned to feel your touch.

With his eyes fixed on you, he then pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing his toned torso once again, causing your breath to hitch. Sure, you'd seen him shirtless before, but this time it felt different. It felt good, yet different.

"Are you still sure about this?" William asked softly, and you simply responded with a gentle nod.

He then delicately guided you to sit, and with smooth movements, his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, feeling the softness of your skin as he effortlessly removed your shirt, revealing your exquisite, alluring bra.

And as William stood up slowly, his gaze still locked with yours, he lowered his sweatpants, revealing his boxers with his partially aroused member slightly tucked away.

Then, with a sweet smirk gracing your lips, enjoying the sight before you, you leaned back and began undoing your jeans, starting to wiggle them off. And with a light chuckle, William joined in, gently assisting you by pulling your jeans further down and off completely.

But then he paused again, his eyes tracing the contours of your figure, taking in the provocative lingerie that barely covered anything, almost as if he wanted to imprint the moment in his memory in case it didn't happen again.

"Alright, Willy?" you asked softly, chuckling lightly.

"Absolutely, you're just so gorgeous,” he smirked, kneeling between your legs, hovering over you, and placing another kiss on your lips. However, this time, it was far more passionate and intense. Almost forceful.

His tongue delved into your mouth, pressing you down onto the mattress as your hands found his hair, gently pulling his blonde locks.

The tension built as both of you got more impatient and wanted more. William's body gave off heat, and you couldn't help but press against him, feeling the bugle in his boxers against your inner thigh, making you more eager, while the chain around his neck lightly brushed your skin.

And just as you were about to break the heated kiss to catch your breath, William took charge. He paused, taking a deep breath before moving his lips downwards, softly kissing between your breasts, kissing every inch of skin he came across.

His hands explored your body, gently massaging both your breasts as he continued southward with his mouth.

Then, as he got close to your core, he deftly slid his fingers under the edge of your delicate knickers, smoothly pulling them down, letting a gentle breeze touch your warmth.

Soft breaths came out as William expertly removed your lingerie and positioned himself, holding your thighs before his lips met your heated area.

"Willy," you whispered, as if giving him the consent he silently asked for.

He then traced up your folds with his wet tongue, earning another moan from, while your arms reached up to grab the pillowcase on either side of your head. And William dug in deep. His tongue exploring every little bit of your sensitive area, tasting your sweet juices as he sucked on your most sensitive spot, making you lean back, closing your eyes in pleasure.

“Shit,” you gasped, feeling the pleasure growing.

And William couldn’t help but smirk into your cunt as he kept going, his only aim to bring you to the edge. And when suddenly, he felt you arching your back, gently pushing your hips towards him as you moaned loudly, he knew you were letting your climax wash over you.

“Fuck Willy.”

Satisfied with the outcome, William pulled back, a smug look on his face as he looked at the effect he’d had on you. Slowly you then opened your eyes, your mind clearing as you propped yourself up on your elbows, gazing lustfully at the man between your legs.

"Always had a hunch you were good at that," you playfully remarked.

"If you liked that, you're in for a surprise with what else I can do," he retorted with a smirk, promising something intriguing.

Then stepping off the bed, William discarded his last piece of clothing, freeing his notably excited member before returning to where you were still put. An as you sat up, you swiftly unhooked your bra, setting your two pert breasts free as well, causing him to seductively lick his lips at the vision of your tits.

But just as William was about to resume his previous position, you halted him.

"I want to ride you,” you smirked up at him, knowing full well he wouldn't refuse. So, he slowly knelt over and reclined on his back, a smirk still playing on his lips.

"Condom?"

"In the top drawer," he pointed out, before you reached over, retrieved the small package, gently opening it, and positioning it onto his stiff shaft.

Once fully sheathed, you gentle came to straddle him. At first, you teasingly rubbed his cock between your lips, lightly coating the latex with your own juices. However, William grew impatient, his hands gripping onto your hips, guiding for more.

"No teasing, baby,” he exhaled. And with a light chuckle, you then aligned his cock's tip with your entrance and carefully pushed yourself down onto him, allowing him to fill you completely, causing audible gasps to escape your lips as you sank down entirely.

“Fuck."

“Shit, you feel so good,” he groaned deeply.

Slowly, you began rocking your hips, directed by William's hands, letting his length smoothly glide in and out of you, as your hands braced on his chest. Each movement brought his member into close contact with your inner walls, stimulating as you continued riding him, relishing the pleasure mirrored on William's face.

He was genuinely pleased. Your tight walls enveloped his cock so perfectly, and with each motion, the arousal steadily intensified for the both of you.

He couldn’t help but admire just how stunning you looked above him; your body was captivating, and he felt nothing short of ecstatic with his length buried deep inside you. Your facial expression exuded sensuality as you uttered sweet moans, your breasts gently swaying in rhythm with your movements.

Sensing your clenching around his member, William then sought out your clit once more, gently circling it with his thumb, causing you to let out louder moans and arch your back slightly as another wave of intensity washed through your body.

Your movements quickened as the desire for another orgasm consumed you, your nails digging into William’s chest.

The air in the room was heavy, filled with loud moans from you as kept rocking your hips, pushing you both closer to the peak of ecstasy.

“Willy, I’m about to come…" you warned.

"Yes, baby, come for me,” William exhaled.

And just like that, you surrendered to the rush once more, your mind clouding as you saw stars, almost causing your trembling body to give in and collapse. But William kept you in place.

"Keep going, I’m close too," William gasped, feeling your walls tightening, bringing him closer to his own climax.

"Yeah, like this?" you panted, picking up your pace a little more.

"Mmm, exactly like that," he moaned, sensing his peak approaching.

Your bodies were entwined as if they were made for each other, and you could feel just how much you wanted to satisfy the man beneath you. Eagerly rocking you cunt to let him feel every inch of you around him.

“Yes… Yes…”

Then, with a deep groan resonating from deep within, William thrust his hips upwards, releasing into the condom.

“Shiiit,” he huskily groaned.

An as he slowly came down from his high, you nearly collapsed onto him, your walls still pulsating from the intensity. It took almost minutes for both of you to regain focus and catch your breaths before you gently eased yourself off William and lay down beside him.

He then quickly placed a soft kiss on your forehead, speaking softly.

"I’ll be right back," William said, before making his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom then returning and tenderly pulling the covers over both of you, drawing you in for a cuddle.

His arms wrapped around you felt incredible, his body close to yours as you surrendered to his embrace. Then looking up at him, your eyes met, and you flashed him a sweet smile.

"You know... we probably shouldn’t have done this,” you spoke softly.

"I know, but I still hope you don’t regret it," William replied with a hesitant smile, propping his head on his arm. And you couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

"Of course not, it was amazing, Willy, but I guess we'll just have to carry on as if it never happened when we head to work," you said gently, a hint of worry in your eyes.

"What do you mean?" William furrowed his brow. "I get that we have to be discreet, but then what about the next time? You want us to pretend that won’t happen too?"

"Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?" you raised an eyebrow, though secretly, you hoped for it. However, you were also fully aware of how this could jeopardise your career, as Brad had pointed out.

"Yeah, I mean, come on, we make a pretty good pair," he chuckled with a sly grin. "At least, I know I was good."

"Oh, always so confident," you teased, gently rolling your eyes. "But, I suppose you're right. I mean, you're clearly crazy about me," you playfully echoed his previous words, teasing him enough to make him burst into laughter before letting out a sigh.

“Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have told you that," he grinned. "But yeah, I guess I am. So, perhaps, despite what Brad said, you don’t need to worry too much about me."

His expression softened, and his hand gently caressed your face.

"I'm not worried about you, Willy... but I am concerned about how management might perceive this. I can't take the risk – not now," you offered him a reassuring yet concerned smile.

"Okay, then let’s keep things low-key and try to act as casually as possible around each other – I mean, you secretly admiring me from the corner during an interview wouldn't be too different from what you already do," William teased.

"Hey!" You gave him a playful punch. "I do not secretly admire you from the corner…"

"Yeah, you do, but I find it cute," he chuckled lightly.

"I thought you liked that I wasn’t too needy around you..."

"Well, yeah, but I like it more knowing you like me without being able to admit it,” he smirked, cocking an eyebrow in mere satisfaction.

"I’m not admitting you’re correct on that, but for now, let’s agree to try not to make it obvious that we've slept together.”

"And maybe will be again."

"We'll have to wait and see about that, wonderboy," you teased, fully aware that it's highly likely to happen.

"Oh, you can't resist me."

As the morning light streamed in, William slowly stirred from his slumber.

Last night had been nothing short of incredible. Yet, as he turned around expecting to see your beautiful smile, there was an empty space beside him.

At first, a sense of disappointment washed over him. He remembered convincing you to stay over last night, thinking it was too late for you to travel home on the subway. But he hadn't expected you leaving so early.

However, as he prepared to get out of bed, a small note on his bedside table caught his eye, instantly lifting his spirits and bringing a smile to his face.

"Sorry, wonderboy, had to rush to the office for an emergency! Last night was absolutely amazing ❤️ See you soon - y/n/n"

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