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Sleeping Beauty | Chapter 8

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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Sleeping Beauty inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking, and a female elf living in Mirkwood under the care of Radagast, who is actually the ‘lost’ daughter of the late High King Gil-Galad. Taglist: @hufflepuff1700 @jinlizz-dragondrama @firelightinferno @bubbleyukismile @coopsgirl @achromaticerebus @sleepyamygdala @smalltownbigheart @qmabailor

Much like Radagast assumed, when Thranduil heard the actual details of his encounter with the Enchantress, the Elvenking tipped his head back from where he sat high upon the throne, and laughed aloud.

He laughed for so long, in fact, that Radagast began to wonder if he had perhaps broken the Elvenking.

Not a feat to be accomplished by mere information, of course, and thus Thranduil eventually ceased his laughter and turned his attention back upon the wizard, though the ghost of an amused smile still played upon his lips.

“Oh, Aiwendil.” He shook his head, looking down at the wizard once more. “You have so lifted my spirits.” The smile disappeared altogether next, however, for he knew it could not last. “Yet, I fear you could be about to dampen them once more.”

Radagast shook his head. “I come only to tell you what happened and inquire how you might be planning to deal with her.”

Thranduil regarded Radagast a moment longer before he spoke once more. “We will drive her from the forest. One way or another.” His eyes seemed to have darkened. “She will not stay here.” The king went quiet again then, thoughtful for a long moment, before he opened his mouth once more. “Do you know why she has come?”

Radagast looked up at Thranduil then and did not see the Elvenking. He saw the young prince, son of King Oropher, looking back at him and his heart jumped at the sight.

The wizard wished that he could tell him the whole truth. Oh, how he wished it. But he held firm. The less people that knew, the better. Only he and Gandalf now remained who knew that the princess had survived and this was how they must keep it, especially with the Enchantress so close. Not even Elrond of Rivendell was aware, though not telling him had pained the High King greatly.

“I do not.” He shook his head as he looked up at Thranduil, the image of the prince fading away and leaving the mighty Elvenking in its place once more.

Thranduil gritted his teeth in frustration. He wanted this witch out of his forest and he wanted her out now. “It cannot simply be to bother me over my father’s imagined slights.” He snapped, shaking his head. “I refuse to believe it.”

Radagast thought back over the encounter, recalling the anger she had displayed even now over something that had not even been. Something she imagined she had been deprived of but had not truly been given in the first place.

Thranduil, in the silence, shuddered at the mere thought of her ever even entertaining such a fancy. To be his wife! His queen!

He had known, of course, his father had not shielded it from him. However, he would have thought she would be long over it by now. Though he supposed some grudges went so deep for some they were nearly impossible to remove - like a splinter sitting just beneath the skin, yet somehow irritatingly out of reach.

Still. It unsettled him. Could she truly be here for such a thing? To release her anger, after all this time, at not being Queen of the Woodland Realm?

Thranduil had never taken a Queen.

The thought caused his mind to drift back through time, to the little elleth that his father and Gil-Galad had hoped he would one day, when they were both old enough and hopefully in love, take as his wife. The little baby had been beautiful, he could remember her face clear as day. The brightest little eyes as she had gazed up at him from her cradle. Thranduil remembered peering down into it and making a face. He remembered telling his father it was silly to think he would one day want to wed the elfling! Forgetting that the little one would grow and that they would both live so long that the gap in their years would come to not really matter when it came to affairs of the heart.

He did not care or appreciate, at that time, the true weight such a union would have brought. He was too young, they all were. Even the Enchantress had been young then, he recalled.

Then his mind drifted, seemingly of its own accord, to you. The strange elleth living somewhere in the forest. He still couldn’t figure out where you had come from, where you lived even. Not in one of the settlements, he knew that already, you were always too far from them and you had specified that you lived with your uncle. Just you and he. When he first met you, you had seemed like you had never before even spoken to another. It had not been difficult to figure out that you didn’t spend much time with others.

He frowned suddenly, wondering why he was thinking of you at such a moment? Had he not just been thinking about queens, of all things?

Blinking away the memories and thoughts, Thranduil rose from the throne. “Come, you should rest. Stay the night before you return to your home, I will have a room made up.”

However, before Thranduil could move to do so, Radagast shook his head quite quickly. “No!” He did not mean to sound rude but by the look on the Elvenking’s face, he had been. “It is much appreciated.” He added hastily. “I have to get back tonight.” He did not miss Thranduil’s brows drawing together in slight confusion, however the king graciously inclined his head in agreement.

“Very well. Then I shall see you out.”

Quite a few hours had passed since Radagast’s abrupt disappearance and you were still inside as you had promised, sitting with the same book on your lap and frowning softly at the pages. It was a book of history, one you tended to come back to over the years. One particular section tended to grab your attention quite often, almost pulling you in - The Fall of High King Gil-Galad. For some reason, it made you so very sad. It was always just this... cold ache deep in your bones. You had never told Radagast about it, deciding it was strange you would be so upset about some king you had never even met. He would only tell you how empathetic you were, how sensitive to the tragedies of others, and he would tell you it was an admirable quality. However, you did not wish to hear it. Something about it simply made you uneasy.

With a heavy sigh, you eventually stood and replaced the book on the shelf. The messy stack of books directly next to the shelf that Radagast had decided not to put back in their place made you roll your eyes, both in mild frustration and fondness. You decided you would tidy up later, turning and moving over to the front door.

You would just... look outside. Get some air.

Easing the door open, you peered out into the garden. Well, if you could call it a garden. You stepped outside and tilted your head backwards, gazing up at the shafts of light coming through the trees overhead. In many places, it seemed as though the trees were beginning to twist to cover the very sky above. It hurt your heart to see the Greenwood changing.

Turning your mind away from such thoughts, you wondered where Radagast was. He had been gone a while. You could feel yourself getting quite fidgety. It was hard to stay still... so you turned, closed the door to the little house, and hurried off through the forest.

A familiar bluebird swooped down and tittered by your shoulder, seeming to be telling you off, and you laughed. “Oh, shh! He isn’t here, is he?” You chuckled, moving through the trees as the birds pace slowed, watching after you. “You all worry too much. I’m not going far.”

The little bird did not tell you that they were worried because the Enchantress had been in this very wood not long ago, and had faced down Radagast. They could not, for even the animals knew that this would put you in even more danger. Half of the safety was in the not knowing.

You came upon the clearing again, sighing in relief as you tilted your head back once more. The sky was much more visible here than in Radagast’s little corner and you hoped that it would last. That whatever appeared to be creeping closer would leave this place untouched. It was your own little sanctuary.

How long you sat there, you were not sure, though it was quite obviously growing darker which meant that the night was closing in. You sat thinking of Thranduil, but he did not come this evening, and you found that his absence disappointed you. Sometimes when he came here, the two of you would simply sit in silence, on opposite ends of the clearing. You reading or thinking or picking your berries. He tending his elk or looking to the sky... or at you. You found that he looked at you quite a lot and you did not mind.

Still. He was busy, you were sure. You had gathered that he must be some kind of soldier or guard from the King’s Halls. He hadn’t told you as much, but you could see the warrior in him without him needing to say a word. In the way he stood, the way he carried himself. A far cry from your apprehension over his sudden first appearance, you found that you were now quite charmed by him and you thought of him often.

You would tell Radagast... you would. Soon... some day. You just had to figure out how to tell him without him getting all worked up over your apparent ‘safety’.

As the thought of the wizard entered your mind, you idly wondered if he would be back at the cottage by now, but then suddenly your attention was caught by a sound from through the trees. Fast footsteps storming across the leaf covered ground, heading straight towards you.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Hi! Omg I just found your page yesterday and I'm OBSESSED!!! and I was hoping I could request a Thomas shelby/reader where the reader is a Harry Potter witch who has left the magical world for the muggle world, and ended up in Birmingham. Since she has no real muggle education or connections she's struggling and ends up bartending at the Garrison instead of Grace in season 1.

I just love the idea of a (literally) magical girl charming all the peaky boys and being an equal to Tommy, if you want maybe include The Big Reveal about her magic?

Love your writing!

Dear Anon,

This was such a fun request! The timeline is a total mess as the Marauders are my fav crew. Hopefully, it doesn't bother you. Thank you for waiting.

Enjoy XOXO

Warnings: romance - no explicit content, however Peaky Blinders does contain themes only acceptable for adults. Please consume content responsibly.

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The pain was consuming as you looked at Remus on the train platform. Years of running into his and your friend's arms every September, and now you are saying goodbye.

Harry was ripped away from the two of you to live where your love couldn't reach him.

The funeral ended, and Sirius was hauled off. It was glaringly clear that you couldn't find a place in the wizarding world after the war had ended. You’d suffered great losses and all that was left was you and Remus.

He’d secured a position helping Dumbledore and you had faith he would be alright. You had job options pouring in from the ministry, even teaching positions from Hogwarts. Every time you think of either, your stomach twists.

Last time you were at either of those places you were there with them. Going back made you feel like it would somehow become real. Any time you interacted with this world the more the pain would become real. It was agonizing. Hogwarts was your home.

This leads to you drinking heavily to manage the remaining hours on shift at the Three Broomsticks. Every time the bell would ring on the door you felt like you would see James or Sirius. Marlene or Lily. Someone.

You stumbled home flopping onto your bed, the thought of calling Remus crossed your hazy mind. Knowing he would worry enough to come over prevented you. He had enough going on this close to the full moon. Stumbling to grab a glass of water you sat next to the toilet knowing what was going to happen. It was just a matter of time.

Many memories flooded your mind of Sirius holding your hair back, and James laughing at you for being a lightweight. Nights piled onto the kitchen floor, falling asleep anywhere only to wake up on some soft surface with a friend close by.

Now your apartment is empty. Everything stayed in boxes so it couldn't creep up on you. You grabbed the newspaper off the top of the shelf. It was a muggle one and you were grateful for the stationary photos and straight lines of print. Somewhere along the way, you saw an ad for a muggle bartender. It wasn't too far away, and most importantly you’d never been to Birmingham. No reason for it to hurt.

You smiled content with your logic.

You thought about it and decided it was meant to be, who put that newspaper in your bathroom? You had no idea but it seemed like an excellent plan

One call later you had an interview secured. You picked a nice deep plum-colored dress from a muggle shop in the city.

Job and new apartment confirmed, now you were saying goodbye.

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You rested your damp cheek on the scratchy tweed jacket he was wearing.

“After my next project is done I’ll pop by for a visit, yeah?” He mumbled in a heavy voice. Whether you stayed or not there was no way for the two of you to be together. He’d be traveling ten months out of the year.

“Yeah.” You confirmed hating how your voice wobbled. Pulling out of his comforting embrace you felt the cold autumn wind wrap around your body, taking his warmth far away.

“Take care of yourself, Moony.” you brushed the tears away.

“Same goes for you.” He kissed the top of your forehead before the bell rang. You stepped onto the train and sunk into your seat. Watched him wave until the fog obscured his slender frame. You pulled out an indented stone from your pocket. You, Lily, and the boys all had matching ones. When you rubbed it they all started to glow. As far as you knew they were buried with them. You silently prayed that wherever they were they could feel your love. You couldn’t even think of Sirius.

The train ride didn't take long. Honestly, you probably could have apparated, but for some reason, all the best things in your life had started with train rides, why stop the tradition now?

You doubted this would be one of those good times in your life, but James would want you to be strong, Lily would have wanted you to take care of yourself. They wouldn't want to see you deteriorating, drowning in memories.

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Your first shift wasn’t too hard. You were from a muggle family and tended to do most of these types of things by hand anyway. Pouring drinks, smiling at people that didn't know you, engulfed in the warmth of the pub, glowing lights keeping the dark fog outside at bay. You weren't happy, but you felt at peace with things.

These people had just had their own war, you could feel them trying to move on just like you were. One of the older men at the pub caught that look in your eye, giving you a hearty pat on the shoulder.

“You’ll find your way, love.” He started with glossy eyes. You only nodded, giving him a sad smile, but it was enough. The warmth was interrupted by a group of men arriving. The mood shifted and people quieted down.

They wore nice clothes, and distinct hats, clearly some type of gang. Memories of purebloods and death eaters caused the muscles in your shoulder to tense up as they approached.

“Bottle in the snug '' A man called out before moving into the enclosed booth. You assumed he meant whiskey and opened the little passage from behind the bar. Happy you didn't have to go directly into the room.

You watched as all sorts of strange company moved in and out of the snug. Wondering who those men were, and why they seemed to command the mood of the small pub.

Eventually, it was closing time. One shift accomplished, no drinks and no tears.

The place appeared empty except for the man still sitting in the enclosed booth.

“Sir, we are closing. I’ll have to ask you to leave” You said in a sweet voice, trying to figure out what you found so peculiar about the man. His bright blue eyes looked up from the stack of papers he said sprawled out on the table.

“It’s alright I’ll lock up.” He said staring at you, your face flushed in confusion. “Thomas Shelby” He stuck his hand out standing up. You introduced yourself by shaking his hand.

“I own the place.” He clarified.

“I apologize I only met Harry the other day -”

“It’s alright. Stay for a drink?” There was a twinkle in his eyes that pulled you in. Looking at the bottle of whiskey your stomach twisted painfully.

“I - I don’t really drink right now”

“With child?” He sat down motioning for you to take a seat regardless.

“No, it just doesn't look good on me at the moment.” You tried to give a polite smile, but it fell short. He hummed looking you over.

“From Scotland?”

You nodded in response, wanting to avoid thinking about home.

“Why this pub?”

“It was hiring.” You answered easily.

“This part of Birmingham isn't the best, love.” He gave you a look of warning. “Best to keep to yourself, and come directly to me if you're in trouble.”

His words were icy, but you’d experienced just about every type of horror the world had to offer.

“Trust me sir, you don't have to worry about me.”

“Is that so?” He wanted more information from you, his head cocked to the side. You only nodded.

“Well, I’ll walk you home nonetheless.” You paused not sure if you wanted to give away where you lived. “You're just up the street, yeah?”

“That would be nice thank you.” You had your wand on you, so there wasn't a real threat to the situation.

“In the city on your own then?” He asked as you stepped out into the crisp air.

“Yes, a fresh start was called for.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Because you want to know or because it's a requirement you vet me?”

“Sounds like this isn't your first time?” He said sharply, a visible distrust washing over his features.

“Maybe all cities have a Thomas Shelby.” You sighed in defeat. “I lost my father in the war, my mother passed away soon after, I was involved in things I won’t talk about. Lost my closest friends. I won’t stay there, but if the position is no longer open I can move on to the next city.” You said sharply, you didn't have time for games, and judging by how tired he looked in the street light neither did he.

He stopped, turning to face you.

“I’m sorry.” He had the most consuming flicker of empathy in his eyes.

“I’m sure you got your fair share. I'm sorry as well.” You murmured slightly breathless. His eyes were pricing, and suddenly you were desperate to know more about this strange man.

“Now what exactly do you do?” You needed to know before your thoughts got carried away.

“The same thing the rest of the Thomas Shelbys do.” He placed a hand on your low back as you resumed your walk home. “Peaky Blinders, that’s my organization. The pub is ours as well as that Betting shop over there.”

“What are you up against?” you asked wanting to know what blood dirtied his hands regularly.

“People that wish they were Thomas Shelbys”

“So you keep things gang-related then?”

“As opposed to?”

“Innocent folks, daughters going missing - that sort of thing” You shrugged.

“No.” He responded seriously. You nodded considering things.

“This is me” You nodded to the building.

“You need anything you can come to me.” He said darkly, suddenly you wondered what he meant by anything, a flush covered your cheeks.

“I’ll be sure to seek you out.” You said as calmly as possible.

“I look forward to walking you home again tomorrow.” He gave you a nod and he started walking down the steps. Opening and closing the door to the stairwell you could see through the window that he’d stayed to make sure you were in the door before leaving.

You climbed the stairs to your flat, wondering if you’d just got mixed up in another bout of nonsense.

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He was there at the end of every shift to walk you home. Which soon escalated to showing up at the beginning of your shift with your favorite pastries and tea.

People treated you a little nicer, not from a place of warmth but moreover a place of fearful respect.

Tommy belonged to a big family, you’d met Arthur, John, and Polly so far, but you had heard of his sister Ada and little brother Finn.

These days were long and you were often very tired. Too tired to remember or think about things making this the perfect escape. Tommy was around you frequently flirting in his own way. Other men would be warned with a single look, and you figured that meant he was interested. Perhaps he was waiting on you to make a move?

Slowly you began to trust him, enough to let him court you properly when he asked. You and he shared the same type of inner void. It was nicer to be with someone that understood it, and wasn't always trying to change it.

You looked at him sitting in the firelight. His mind lost in the flames, there was a blanket of snow covering the ground and Christmas was inching closer. He quickly caught you staring, responding by pressing a kiss to your lips. Suddenly the yard fell away as his warm hands clasped your cheeks.

He deepened the kiss leaving you amazed at how it warmed your body from the cold wind. Charlie and Curly suddenly found something very fascinating in the barn that needed attending to.

The moon was bright in the sky, lighting up the whole city by reflecting on the snow. You felt the familiar feeling of need seep out of your bones. His grip on you was so inviting, your body relaxed further against him.

He pulled away, pressing a kiss to your forehead. This was where you both always left things and guilt started to bubble up in your stomach. You wanted to take things further, but you always got in your own way.

You tried to date at school, but after your last attempt spread rumors about you throughout the school - you’d stopped. You thought back to the boys terrorizing anyone involved. It was never worth the risk, then you were swept up in a war with no time for anything.

Tommy on the other hand struck you as the type of guy who had regularly indulged in acts of passion. You’d wanted to get it off your chest for a long time now. The fear of him getting tired or bored constantly weighing on you.

Remus was coming and you thought it better to wait for his opinion and see what he thought of Thomas. You rested your head against his shoulder taking a deep breath.

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You had talked to Polly about this day. All week you’d been dreading it, a dark cloud of reality hanging over your head. You were grateful she had told you to stay in, to look after yourself for the day. She’d even sent you home with some dinner and muffins, her kindness lifting your spirits slightly.

It was Lily’s birthday.

She’d slept next to you for seven years. She was a friend from the start despite you both drifting off slightly to rival friend groups. But when Severus had hurt her you’d been the one to break his nose the old fashion way. James pulled you off of him, it was his concern for your well-being and safety that made her see him in a different way. You pulled the covers over your face and prayed that these memories would leave you to rest for a while longer.

A knock sounded at the door close to noon. You assumed Tommy had come to check on you. The thought of his presence was enough to pull you out of your bed.

Grabbing your house coat you opened the door. Remus’s towering figure stood over you and you let out a shout of excitement before pulling him into a tight embrace. He smelt like cinnamon and cardamom.

You eventually let him go and took in the worn-out features of his face. Suddenly the urge to fix him took over as you got him to sit down in the kitchen.

“Tea and breakfast.” You stated as you put the kettle on by hand before realizing you didn't have to do things the muggle way. Suddenly things were flying around the kitchen as you got the eggs on the stove.

“Go on, tell me everything.” You encouraged him, he looked so tired it broke your heart. You made a mental note to pick him up some clothes and stitch his coat before he left.

“Not much I can say really.” He lit a cigarette and leaned into the seat. “Want to hear about all this though.” he waved his hand gesturing to your small flat.

“Well, I like the pub. It’s mostly easy work.” You nodded not sure how to bring up Tommy.

“Any friends?”

“Yeah, well, about that -” You could already tell that your face had given you away. He let out a loud laugh at your embarrassment.

“So my boss is kind of this crime lord - gangster type. I may have fallen in with his family…. Well - and perhaps fallen for him.” You poured him a mug of hot tea.

“A gangster? Thought you ran away for a simple life?”

“It's all guns and money - not really a threat to me. But bloody hell Remus I have no idea what I’m doing.” You ran your hands through your hair in frustration.

“What’s he like then?” He put his cigarette out.

“He’s - very handsome. Kind to me, very attentive. He’s - well, he was in their war so he’s a bit like us now, you know. He’s very sad.” you spoke in a hectic manner fluttering about the kitchen trying to find things.

“But you're also very sad.” He stated simply.

“Right! So much in common.” You said sarcastically. There was another knock at the door.

“It’s open!’ you called out preoccupied with lighting a cigarette. Remus gestured to the kitchen with his hands, eyes wide.

“Fuck” you hissed suddenly stopping all magic. Needing to tend to the eggs you dropped a cigarette into the sink diving to catch the spatula.

“Tommy!” You said suddenly, shocked to see him. He took in the situation and gave off a colder-than-usual aura.

“This is my best friend Remus!” You watched as they introduced each other and shook hands.

“Lily’s -” You paused and swallowed hard. “Lily’s birthday would have been today.” You told him, before whipping around to start frantically making breakfast.

“Are you hungry, love?”

“No, I’m alright.” He said watching you. Suddenly you realized you were still in your nightgown and housecoat. Remus didn't care, many summers spent skinny dipping, he’d seen more of you than most - but Tommy.

That’s got to be where all the tension was coming from. You couldn't leave the stove on to go change so you just gave him a cup of tea.

You and Remus started telling stories about school, ones that didn't immediately make you upset. You watched him relax as he realized he was learning more about you with Remus there.

They both talked for a while as you got dressed, you were happy to see that everything seemed to be cleared up. Tommy gave you a kiss at the door before leaving to handle some things.

Leaving you and Remus to gossip.

“You're picking a rough path,” Remus said, letting out a deep sigh.

“Don’t think I ever thought I would go any other way. You and I were always caught up in trouble. It just finds us everywhere we go.”

“Well, he’s definitely got stuff rattling around in his head. But he cares for you.”

“You think so?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“What if I mess it up?”

“Remus? - I want to um… take things - all the way?” Your face pinched up in discomfort at your choice of words. “But I uh never - ya know” you shrugged and he laughed again.

“Just take it slow, do what feels right,” Remus said, trying to contain his obvious amusement.

“Then he better be kind to you or I’ll kill him.” He said the same way James would have.

“Mooney!”

He only shrugged.

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Tommy seemed slightly put off by Remus’s visit. Something that was very apparent to you.

“Tommy?” You entered his office at the betting shop later that evening. He hummed looking up from his papers. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes” He answered tightly.

“Is it about Remus?” You pushed and he gave you a flat expression that answered your question.

“Look, if you’d rather go home. I wouldn't hold it against you.” He said bluntly, his eyes colder than ever.

“I-”

“Don’t lie” His words bit into you.

“I don’t tell lies.” You said sharply getting up and slamming his office door. You knew there was a temper in him that scared you. Sure you could handle yourself physically as long as you had your wand. But he was too close to you now. He didn’t need to use force to hurt you, he could just open his mouth.

The fact that you could hear Lily’s laughter floating all around you the whole day did not help.

The night passed and you laid in bed wishing Remus had spent the night like you offered. Memories crept in and the thought of facing Tommy at work the next morning made you grab the bottle of whiskey from above the fridge.

You’d just opened the bottle when there was another knock at the door. You opened the door in your slip uncaring of who was on the other side. You would love to fight someone right about now.

Tommy was there initially looking at your face then you watched his expression shift as he took in your appearance. You moved away from the door going back to the whiskey in the kitchen.

He came towards you grabbing onto your chin.

“You better not even start!” You snapped at him. “I pay the rent on this place! If men want to show up unannounced at strange hours they can deal with this!” You gestured to your body. “If people don’t like it, then don't come over! How bout that” Part of you wanted him to react. Slap you down so you could leave. Hide away from whatever was starting between the two of you before it took its pound of flesh.

“What do you want from this eh?” His eyes held nothing but passion and caution was getting pushed to the back of your mind. “You don’t have me over in your apartment. I don't see you like this, but he does? What am I to think?”

“He’s my best friend, we - we know each other very well” He let out a cold laugh but you continued. “He’s the only family I have left. He’s it.” Your eyes narrowed as you got even angrier pushing his hand away. “You haven't seen me like this because - I - I've never - dated or been - I've never had sex.” You took a breath. “I don't know what I’m doing. I wanted his advice. Make sure he likes you, I don't have anyone else to run these things by - I don't have anyone left -'' Soon the items in the room were starting to float, your mind was always on the edge now trying to process everything that even something this small would push you over the edge.

You closed your eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Everything in the apartment settled eventually and you wondered if you kept your eyes closed long enough you wouldn't have to watch him run away. He pressed himself against you crushing you in his arms. His cheek pressed to the top of your head. He pulled you closer when you knew every bone in his body was telling him to run.

“I’m a witch.” You blurted out, knowing it would get you in trouble, however, according to Remus they were still cleaning up such a mess that it was not uncommon for these types of things to go unnoticed.

“What kind?” He whispered.

“Erm - not an evil one?” You pulled away to look up at him more confused than ever. Eventually, you both ended up at the dinner table. You poured him a hearty glass of whiskey and was impressed that more than anything he just seemed curious.

You told him about who you were honest and he took it in a glass of whiskey at a time.

“Things got pretty bad for you lot, for a while anyway?”

You nodded wondering how he would know about any of it.

“Polly’s cousins were like you. Past few years she had to stop writing because it wasn't safe. Mentioned stuff about a war and whatnot.”

“Her cousins? How much do you know?” You asked.

“Not as much as what you told me, but that side of the family has lots of this type of stuff.” He shrugged, lighting another cigarette.

“So you don't - mind?”

“No” he almost smiled. “If anything it means we don't have to tone down the usual family stuff.”

You’d often wondered about Polly, her way of seeing things that others didn’t.

“Well, whatever it is I doubt it will put me off.” You said honestly. “S’long as you don't take things too far with business.”

He scoffed “I’m sure you’ll find a way to keep me in line.”

You both stared at each other for a long moment.

“I like Remus, Just not when you're practically naked.” He said changing the subject. He stood up and moved to your side holding his hand out.

“I’m far from naked.” You accepted his hand and stood.

“I disagree.” His gaze was heavy and it made you feel desperate. His hand found your low back and you let him guide you towards your bedroom. The thought of sleep sounded very appealing after everything that had gone on that day but his presence was electric.

He lead you to the bed and pulled your quilt over you, before you could ask he slipped off his shoes and dressed down to his undershirt. You made space for him and he laid next to you. Your body was tight with anticipation, unsure of what was going on. Thinking back to what your friends had said over the years that was generally not a good thing. You rolled onto your side, ready to ask him what this was all about, but before you could ask he pulled you against his chest.

“I’m sorry about your friend.” He whispered.

“I told you a lot today, but I’ll tell you what happened - wh-” Your chest got tight.

“When your ready love.” He said easily.

“Thank you.”

He held you in his arms and you relaxed into a safety you had never known before.

“Did you want to um -” You took a breath and tried to explain what you really wanted to ask. “Stay the night?”

“You’ll never feel pressure from me, love.” He kissed the top of your head. “Just rest.”

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Polly’s family was very magical and you knew some of her relatives. Now that the war was over you were able to reconnect them.

Tommy loved it when people were around forcing you to be normal. A maid in the kitchen meant you had to struggle to reach the top shelf, meaning he would have to get it for you. Your huff of irritation was enough to bring a smile to his lips.

He married you right away, hating the thought of things being uncertain. He knew that his place was next to you so there was no point wasting time.

One night Remus got a bit of evidence that Peter may have been at fault, this lead to the both of you taking over the study for weeks putting everything together. You both managed to clear his name.

Sirius being a mess but deciding to take it out on Tommy because he didn't think he was good enough for you.

You were thoroughly bothered by the fact that you couldn't see Harry. After enough pestering, you managed to take custody of him proving you raised him in a muggle community. Something that wasn't hard with your current setup. You were initially worried that Tommy would reject the idea of raising a child that wasn't his own. You felt sick the night you broke down and asked him, only to be surprised by his own difficult feelings of knowing a child was being mistreated. Out of respect for you and your friends, he had no problem accepting the boy into the family.

Lol just thinking about Harry going up against all this stuff with background Shelby commentary & events.

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #shelby family #Peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #Thomas Shelby x reader #Harry Potter #Harry Potter cross over #Marauders era #Peaky blinders x harry potter

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the secret is out (Yelena Belova x Reader)

reader x Yelena Belova (romantic) x Natasha Romanoff

Warning: Natasha being mean basically, harsh words, slight smut, Top!Yelena, Bottom! reader, swearing

Summary: you and Yelena have been dating for a while, but her sister doesn't know...yet.

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When you first met Yelena, you knew you were screwed. Gorgeous green eyes that locked into you instantly when Natasha introduced her to the team, ring covered fingers that you just couldn't keep your eyes off, wondering how they would feel wrapped around your throat. God, you hoped that Wanda couldn't read your mind right now.

With weeks of stolen glances and some very frustrating training sessions, Yelena finally kissed you as she pinned you down on the mats. Starting off your relationship with the widow.

"You know, you could always just… give up" Yelane smirked, watching as you looked up to her from the floor, you resting on your elbows as you lay on your back. She loved seeing you like this.

"In your dreams," you fought back with a breathless huff. But you were in her dreams, under her, consumed by her, giving in to her touch.

"Always," Yelena whispered as you got up.

After a few more rounds, where you could confidently say that you did put up a good fight, Yelena eventually couldn't take it anymore, the skin on skin contact, the noises you made, the way you grabbed onto her, and how good you looked underneath her.

She swept your legs from under you, quickly climbing on top of you, trapping you under her weight as her hands grabbed yours, holding them above your head. Her face was so close to yours, panting as you looked into her eyes. You noticed how her eyes scanned your face, resting on your lips, yours managing to find hers also.

When her lips connected with yours it was hot, needy, and everything you'd hoped for. Her hips grounded firmly into yours, taking her free hand to reach for your neck, gently grazing her thumb over your throat.

When the air between you became lost, your foreheads rested together, your breathing slowly turning into a small giggle.

"What?" Yelena asked, smiling at your giddy state.

"Took your time."

Yelena let out a laugh, "Shut up."

Now, you two were stuck sneaking around each other's rooms, because, like you said before, you were completely screwed.

You were dating the world's most dangerous assassin's baby sister, and she didn't fucking know.

The woman who was your mentor, who trained you, patched you up, and who you would also like to say was your friend (hopefully). And she was very protective of her little sister.

To say you were scared would be an understatement. Every time she looked at you, you thought you were going to implode, a confession spilling right from your lips followed by a string of 'im sorry's and 'please don't kill me.

Yelena thought it was hilarious how on edge you got whenever Nat entered the room. How your body was going all stiff, your eyes raced and your words faltered. But she also understood your reasoning behind it, even she got scared of her sister sometimes, not that she would admit it though.

"Hey, have you seen Yelena?" Natasha asked you, as you stood making yourself some lunch.

"N-no. No-why would I- why would I know where she is? Why would you think that… I would know - cause I don't. I don't know where she is… no."

Wanda couldn't stop the smile on her face whilst she watched in amusement at your embarrassing attempt at a simple yes or no answer and Natasha gave you a confused eyebrow raise at your response.

"…okay."

"Real smooth, Y/n," the witched laughed when Natasha had left the kitchen.

"shut up."

Topless. On Yelena's lap. Her tongue down your throat. Her hands palming at your brests. Your moans fill her bedroom. The movie is long forgotten.

This was how you spent most nights together, sneaking into each other's rooms. You loved it. The rush of all the lingering stares throughout the day, the passing touch of her hand on the small of your back, you linking your pinky with hers under the table. And it all lead up to the heart of the night when you could finally be with her for real.

However, not everything goes how you want it to. And not everyone knows how to knock on the door before entering a room.

"What the fuck." was all you heard before your senses kicked back in.

Your head flung towards the door where you saw the redhead, her arms crossed and her eyes glaring hard.

"Oh fuck-" you blurted out, jumping off Yelena's lap, falling off the bed as you scrambled for your top to cover yourself with. Yelena quickly stood in front of you, already having her top on, attempting to shield you away from Natasha's hard stare until you were decent.

"Have you ever heard of nocking Nat?" Yelena huffed. But Natasha didn't answer, her jaw locked in fury at finding you with her sister.

"Nat, I-" you tried.

"Don't call me that." She snapped back

"Hey, don't speak to her like that!" Your girlfriend fought back, as you stood up behind her.

"Look, Natasha, I'm sorry. We were going to tell you-"

"How long?" She interrupted, but the venom in her voice made you terrified to answer. "I said, how fucking long."

You knew how ruthless Natasha could be, she was famous for her interrogations, she did go off the books sometimes, but no one would confront her about it. But now, you were on the receiving end of it, and it scared the life out of you.

All the time you spent getting to know the redhead, the friendly conversations, the times when she was your shoulder to cry on when you got back from a rough mission. All that was gone. You were her target now.

"Don't make me ask you again, Y/n." She snarled as she took a step forwards.

"Get out," Yelena said firmly, stepping in front of her sister, blocking her from you. Although she was smaller, the younger assassin showed no fear.

Natasha looked at her sister, then over her shoulder to where you stood small, messing with rings on your fingers - which she suspected belonged to her sister. A small smile fell on her lips as she thought to herself. "I'll see you in training tomorrow, Y/n."

"Natasha-" Yelena tried to object, not sure what her sister's intentions were with you, but she couldn't help but think the worst. But Nat stood tall, her eyes still fixed on you, "If I were you, I wouldn't be late."

With that, she left.

You couldn't stop the overwhelming flood of emotions as the woman you respected the most, the woman that took you under her wing and let you into her family had looked at you like you were nothing. Spoken to you like you were dirt. You had lost her trust.

"Y/n," Yelena whispered, stroking your cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen from your sorrowful eyes. "I'm sorry, detka. I'll go talk to her, she shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

"No… I - I deserved it. I lied to her." you whispered.

"Honey, no," she looked at you, her eyes finding yours, "She was mean to you, she shouldn't have treated you like that. I'm sorry, I didn't do anything sooner I... I didn't know she would react like that detka, I'm sorry-"

Her words fell short as you pulled her body against yours, gripping her tightly as you let out a small sob, the weight of everything that had happened hitting you all at once. She wrapped her arms around you and held you tightly, rubbing you back as she let out some soothing whispers in your ear.

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The next morning, you looked into the mirror with anticipation, tying your hair up as you let out a long breath.

"I can go with you Y/n, you know?" Yelena reminded you, looking at your worried face through the mirror as she sat up in bed, resting against the headboard.

"I think she might just kill me if she sees me with you again, Lena." you tried to joke, but Yelena could see that you weren't 100% sure if it was actually a joke or not. "I'll see you after."

Yelena gave you a knowing smile, "I'll be waiting, detka."

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The doors to the gym felt heavier today as you entered, the weight of them slamming loudly, announcing your presence to Natasha. She raised her eyebrow as she looked at you, then at the clock on the wall.

"Two minutes early," she said, "good choice."

"Natasha-" you tried.

"You should warm up. We're sparing today."

Shit.

Stretching as best as you could, and mentally trying to brace yourself for what was about to happen, you stepped under the ropes of the ring, turning to look towards the redhead. She noticed your nervous expression, similar to the one you wore when you were first promoted to the avengers. But this time, she didn't feel sorry for you. Because this time, you were fucking her sister behind her back.

Without any warning, she came for you, kicking you harshly in the stomach, leaving you no time to dodge.

"How long?" She asked again, as you gained your balance. But your hesitation angered her, so she left you with little time to block before her next harsh attack.

"You know," she said, as she held you tightly in a head lock, her arms almost blocking you from breathing. "If you answered my questions, this wouldn't be so bad for you."

With her words, you thought about your options; tell your mentor that you have been sneaking around with her little sister for almost 2 months now, or die from asphyxiation. You honestly did think about the latter for a second, but ultimately decided against it.

"The day before Tony's party." You replied breathlessly, as she slightly loosened her grip on you, signalling for you to carry on, "we were training together, you were away on a mission and she wanted to spar with someone, and well, you trained me well."

Nat's grip faltered slightly at your words, thinking back to all the time you did spend together, training you to be stronger, faster and more fearless. More like her. "So you really went behind my back, sneaking around when I wasn't even here." She spat back, tripping you to the ground. You didn't bother trying to get up, knowing fine well she would knock you straight back on the ground again. She had trained you well, but you were still no match for her skills.

"She kissed me." You rushed out. "And I kissed her back. because we both wanted to, Natasha. I care about your sister, so much. And I care about you." The redhead scoffed slightly, thinking back to all the lying.

"Doesn't seem like it, considering you kept it a secret."

"Can you blame me? Look at how you're reacting," you replied, gesturing to yourself after having been knocked down by her moments prior.

Natasha looked at you, down upon your body and to your face, and sighed. "She is one of the few people in my life who I would die for, Y/n." You stayed silent, deciding to let her speak. "If anyone were to hurt her, I want you to know, that I wouldn't hesitate to hurt them back. Or worse."

You couldn't help the small swallow you made at her words, "I know, Natasha. I don't want to hurt her, that was never my intention." You said sincerely. "I love her."

Natasha looked at you again, she knows how to read people, how to tell when they were lying, but she saw only the truth coming from you. You watched as the tension in her shoulders loosened as a small sigh left her lips. Reaching out her hand, she pulled you up.

"I meant what I said, Y/n. If you hurt her-"

You both turned your head to the door when you heard it close, watching as the blonde assassin walked over to you both with a curious look on her face.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it," you joked, running your finger along your throat to act out being killed. Nat smirked at your antics.

"I'm sorry about how I was before, I just... I just got my baby sister back and I guess I got carried away with the whole protective older sister thing."

you raised an eyebrow in response, "You think?"

"I'm glad you're not dead," she smirked at you, "I would have missed you." She pulled you into her side, kissing your cheek tenderly, then turning to her sister "And I wouldn't have enjoyed killing you."

Natasha let out a laugh, "I'd like to see you try, blondie."

#yelana belova #yelena x y/n #yelena belova x reader #yelena x reader #marvel x female reader #avengers x reader #marvel imagine #natasha x reader #mcu imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena mcu #yelena x fem!reader

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gurlbesimpin · 6 months

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In the Beast's den

{karl Heisenberg x gen! neutral reader} Chapter twelve: caught like a fly

notes: Sorry for my absence, life can be quite the challenge sometimes. I'll try my best to keep the updates regular :)

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The sunlight shines through the blinds of Heisenberg's chambers, casting a relaxing light on the newly cleaned and decorated room. It is strange truly; Heisenberg in the beginning expecting you to be a nothing but a mere experiment or addition to his army. But now, now the tables have turned and he finds himself actually catching feelings for his unlikely companion. Your hands gently run over his chest, the morning glow making his already raggedly handsome features almost angelic. His hazel eyes calmly gaze down at your tired form, a small genuine smile on his scarred lips as you blow him a playful kiss. Moving his head down, he gently nuzzles his rough bears against your forehead; a soft kiss landing on your hairline from the usually cruel lord's lips.

"Mornin' buttercup"

He whispers hoarsely, his tender face displaying real love and affection towards you. Gently reaching out, your noses meet in a teasing manner; warm cigar smelling breath fanning over your features. Giggling, he brings a hand to your waist; fingers waggling in a playful manner to gently tickle your skin. This {compared to his usual rough exterior} is a pleasant surprise. Though you aren't fond of tickling, from Heisenberg it's a different story altogether. Even if you're the one subjected to his wiggling fingers; he laughs echo the room as if HE is being tickled. Your laughs intermix, creating a cacophony of laughs and huffs throughout the chambers.

"you're insufferable Heis!"

You laugh out amidst the relentless tickles from his skilled fingers. The tender yet amused facial expression on his face turns into his typical toothy and smug grin.

"Well, that's what makes me unique~"

His waggling fingers speed up, sending jolts of electricity trough your tired mind and body; laughs and cries echoing the room. Never would you have suspected your usually cold and calculated lord to be a giant tickle monster! But it is a pleasant surprise that you can't help but love dearly. The man's lips travel down to gently brush against your cheek whilst his fingers continue their assault on your waist and abdomen when a magical {or rather magnetic} force snatches your forward by your necklace.

"Karl!"

You blabble out, tears of laughter filling your eyes as he retorts playfully:

"that's me alright"

He smirks, his teeth flashing dangerously. Though, before anything can happen the sudden ring of a phone echoes through the chambers. His expression drops into an annoyed snarl, as if he already knows who or what it is. His fingers cease their tickling as he snakes out from underneath you; his hand slamming on the old timey telephone.

"what."

He mutters coldly, his annoyance palpable. A second later; the annoyance turns into anger and then into... fear? It's hard to tell, but it seems as if he's worried or possibly even afraid of something. Huffing, he mutters a sound of approval; eyes scanning over your confused features. You can barely hear anything from the other line, though Heis will likely enlighten you. hopefully. After a few moments of awkward silence, finally Heisenberg speaks again:

"Don't think I'm happy bout' it, there's a pile of work needing done in this shithole..." He huffs, rolling his eyes "yes 'mother' I will"

Thinking this is likely Miranda he's speaking to, you internally freak out. You don't know her, but from what you're told; it's probably for the better that you don't meet or interact with that witch. Heisenberg's tone raises, turning into fury and uncertainty rather than just plain anger.

"no mother! Just a mere... experiment shall we say? ..... fine, they'll tag along"

His lips form a subtle snarl as he quickly slams the phone down on the bedside table; a loud thud reverberating through the room, a slight jolt shuddering through you as Heisenberg springs up from bed, hastily slipping into his usual attire. His now glowing golden eyes scan you, a mixture of fury and fear planted on his face. Shoulders dropping, he approaches you carefully and for a second, you believe he might hurt you once again. He doesn't, instead his large gloved hand rests on your cheek.

"buttercup... I have a meetin' with those other schmucks, and I have no choice but to take you with me-"

Quickly he explains the situation at hand. The lady <Dimitrescu> you had visited a few weeks ago to fix her gate has told this 'Miranda' about your presence within Heisenberg's factory. And the powerful mother cannot know about the relationship the two of you have. Why, is unknown to you as Heisenberg doesn't elaborate on this point. However, he has a plan to hopefully turn the future events into less of a catastrophe. Instead of portraying your actual feeling before the mother, his goal is to make her believe that you're a mere slave or experiment to him. Nothing more, nothing less. And so, you move out towards the old beaten chapel within the village.

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As soon as your feet touch the ground of the chapel, Heisenberg tightens his grip on you almost painfully; dragging inside with a painful roughness that makes you genuinely afraid of him as when you first met. He shoves you down to sit beside him on the bench, his gloved hand tightly gripping your arm as he keeps a semi-calm and smug demeanor. Inside the chapel, you recognize that these lords are indeed the pictures you saw so often within Heis' office.

the 'witch' <Dimitrescu> sat on a large wooden chair. You had met her and one of her daughters before, her height being nothing unfamiliar to you. Her red lips form a smirk as she glances at you questioningly; her elegant and yet so cocky demeanor radiating through the dimly lit chapel.

the 'freak' <Moreau> who you in your mind coined 'fishman' stands few feet away from you and Heisenberg; much taller than you had guessed at first. His skin is a pale blue, covered in slime and puss bubbles. Truly an abomination; not vicious seeming tough. Unlike his tall elegant 'sister'.

the 'psycho doll' <Angie> sits on the lap of a young woman whose face is covered by a black veil. The woman herself <Donna> seems calm and collected, whereas the doll is wriggling her arms as speaking in an annoyed and high pitched voice: "he has a new toy! he has a new toy!"

And finally, there's the mother herself. Mother Miranda stands centered between all the lords, her long dark robe decorated neatly with the crests of all the lords. At first, you believe she also has a veil that hangs behind her; at a closer glance this 'veil' reveals itself as feathers... as eight wings. The golden crow mask covering her features glimmers in the dim light. You can practically feel her eyes on you, and so can Heisenberg as he grips you tighter and closer to him. To sell into this little "act", Heisenberg cut few holes into your clothing, giving you a beaten appearance.

"I thank you for all attending today, some more willingly than others..."

Miranda chides, glancing over at Heisenberg. He barely reacts, keeping his smug demeanor as he shrugs and puffs his cigar. The tall lady who you now remember as 'Lady Dimitrescu' eyes you suspiciously, seemingly catching onto your act at least somewhat. Meanwhile the 'fishman' waddles over to the doll and presumably her owner. Both act childish together, leading you to believe that whatever made them into this hasn't worked well for the other lord.

"I see you brought your pet?"

The tall vampiress asks, softly raising her eyebrow at her younger brother and his actions. Heisenberg chuckles darkly, gripping you tighter.

"Not for you and your bloodsucking kids, but yes i have brought my little plaything~"

Lady Dimitrescu scoffs, glancing over at Miranda as if to protest against Heisenberg's subtle insult. The doll squeaks, playing around with the deformed fish-man. A few moments pass, the sounds of Angie's demonic high pitched giggles filling the room until Mother Miranda silences all; finally starting the meeting as it should proceed. Most of the conversation topics are lackluster and not very interesting. Merely discussions on the villagers and their loyalty to Miranda; the final topic however stirs towards the progress each lord has made with their 'Cadou' experimentation. Moreau confirms with Miranda that his progress is slow but steady, Dimitrescu updates the mother on Bella, Daniela and Cassandra's progress with this parasite. Meanwhile, you're a shaking mess besides Heis', your fear obvious and somewhat concerning to Heisenberg. Though, he can't let his demeanor slip just yet. Not until you reach his factory that is.

"Heisenberg, your progress?"

He keeps up his calm and smug expression; nodding cockily as he briefly explains his achievements of the week. Which, are all false. In reality, he has been working on his metal army to overthrow this group of 'schmucks' as he calls them. Miranda seems to believe him, nodding slowly as her eyes rake over you. She turns face Dimitrescu with slight confusion, speaking:

"and you wanted him to bring his... human here? May you elaborate as to why?"

The tall lady nods happily, pointing her cigarette over at the two of you. Your face is a mixture of fear and worry, but Heisenberg's subtle tap relaxes and affirms you quietly. Dimitrescu explains the situation a bit better, elaborating as to why companions are strictly forbidden unless they have the cadou within them. Each of the lords are forced to agree upon terms, one of them being that human companionships are forbidden as Miranda needs to maintain a strict eye upon each human within the village. The only loophole being, a rather morbid one. If the human acts as a slave, servant or experiment, the lord is allowed to keep them as their 'possession'. Dimitrescu recites said rule, yet the fishman and the doll's owner don't seem to care? As if Dimitrescu is truly the only one who follows Miranda's rule as they're demonstrated?

This confuses you; the fishman obviously craving Miranda's approval, so why wouldn't he follow her rules and do her bidding? Was this even too much for him? You're snapped out of your thoughts when heisenberg's grip tightens as Dimitrescu accuses you and Heisenberg slave/owner relationship to be fraudulent and a mere act. shit, you look over at Heisenberg, practically begging for him to do something. Biting his tongue, he tosses his cigar to the ground and glares at his much taller sister, coldly replying:

"oh you're just wanting this little pest for yourself huh? try go finding your food somewhere else"

"hush now child, it's clear to us that you once again are neglecting to abide by Mother's rules, aren't I correct Mother?"

Heisenberg let's go of you, quickly getting on his feet; his tall frame looking like a dwarf next to Dimitrescu's even taller frame.

"shut your damn hole! who I chose to call MY plaything is none of your fuckin' business!"

Magnetically, his hammer moves from beside you into his grasp; fist tightening over his trusted weapon. He lifts it to dimitrescu's face, shouting angrily at her whilst Angie cheers them on like a preschooler would. Moreau laughs, resuming his former position few feet away from you and Miranda whilst his countless eyes scattering his body watch the debate between the two other lords. Dimitrescu leans down, teasingly tapping her cigarette against his hammer which in turn, enrages Heisenberg to no limits. All the loud commotion fuels your fear and anxiety, as you wrap your arms around yourself in fear as Heisenberg's booming voice shouts at Dimitrescu. Surprisingly, an unexpected figure stands close to you, offering a question:

"wha what's your name?"

The words sound strangled and drowned, it's that fishman whom at first you were disgusted by. Though, he seemed surprisingly calm and kind at this moment. Heis' still argues with his tall sister as you tell Moreau your name, still keeping up your act of Heisenberg's 'plaything'. Though it's hard to read the fish's facial expression, he seems kind... at least for now.

"silence!"

Quickly, he scatters back to his spot; Heisenberg and Dimitrescu doing the same. Once Heisenberg sits beside you again, your anxiety softens and you relax ever so slightly. Miranda sighs, speaking up once more:

"Dimitrescu, clearly you were concerned on my behalf. For this I am thankful, though this is clearly a false alarm."

The lady seems appauled, going to interrupt before being shushed by Miranda once more.

"Heisenberg, you may resume your experimentation of your pawn. However-"

The words hang in the air, a threat or a promise, you can't quite tell yet. She motions at you calmly, then speaks quietly:

"I'll keep my eyes on you. Now, thank you for attending my children, you are dismissed."

Before Miranda speaks her final syllable, Heisenberg holsts you up and drags you outside of the chapel; Immediately Alcina voices her concerns to Miranda; Heisenberg doesn't seems to give two shits, he just drags you outside. As soon as the chapel doors close behind you, his grip softens and he ruffles your hair softly, his features more relaxed and calm than before.

Relief washes over you, but Miranda's final words echo in your mind as you return to Heisenberg's abode.

#smut #karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg fanart #neil newbon #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #re8 mother miranda #mother miranda

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Regulus Black - Supermassive Black Hole

Pairing : (F/M) || Regulus Black x Selwyn!Reader Word Count : 4.3k Warning : Curse words. Arguments. Mention of blood and unconscious SH. Synopsis : A simple arrangement turned into an everlasting one as two naïve children try to figure out their heart. Notes : I understand the title makes no sense but I don’t know what else to name this splurge of idea in my head. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

She stares at her own reflection once more, heart pounding as if it’s trying to burst forth of her ribcage. She has spent extra time today, dolling herself up to welcome the big day. The green satin bow, her very first present for her birthday, sits neatly on her hair, making her half up half down hairstyle look more adorable. She smiled to herself before grabbing her satchel and walking out of her dorm room.

People congratulate her right after she steps out of the room. Sixteenth birthday has always been a special one for wizards and witches, especially when you’re one of the Sacred 28 who still very much practice the belief of blood purity. Though her family isn’t as outspoken as the Lestranges or the Malfoys for pure-blood supremacy, the Selwyns still have their bad takes upon keeping the family lineage. She knew that when break comes and she has to return home, her parents must have already arranged parties and soirees to find her the perfect match. Arranged marriages are common for the families of Sacred 28 and she’s been made ready for such disposition to occur.

Though growing to hate the idea of such an arrangement, she understands that being the only child means that there’s no other person her parents could burden their expectations with. The family traditions will be the baton she alone would have to pass down to her children. Given the fact that her parents have given her nothing but love and support throughout her life, she felt that there would be no better requital than to do her duty and marry someone who is on par, if not of better family rank.

Out of all the proud and lofty candidates, one name echoes more in her late night thoughts than the rest. Regulus Arcturus Black. The boy was in her grade, the most reserved and tranquil person of the Slytherin trio, Black, Rosier, and Crouch. He’s the one student every younger student would secretly have a crush on, admiring and praising him in silenced whispers everytime they see him in the corridors.

Having been close to the Black family did not mean that she was anywhere close with Regulus. Regulus has always been so uninterested and out of touch for as long as she could remember. All these years spent in the Selwyn Manor or back to Grimmauld Place only made her close to the older Black brother. She often wonders if Regulus ever even remotely thinks of her as a friend.

Her bubble of thought burst when her friends swarmed her with hugs and congratulatory greetings as she reached the Slytherin Common Room. Gifts were being given and her lips haven’t stopped saying thank you. She tries her best to show a happy and warm smile though her mind was still wary.

“Happy birthday, Selwyn.” Rosier said, giving her a hug “Sixteen at last!”

She nods, smiling at the hug.

“Welcome to the club.” Crouch says “Any idea who you’re going to marry yet?”

She rolled her eyes, “Hopefully none of you.”

“Oh don’t be too bitter, sweetheart. We’re not all that bad.” Crouch argues, a smug smile plastered on his face “Isn’t that right, Reg?”

Regulus, who was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, only hums and nods, not even looking up to see her.

“Don’t you want to say happy birthday to Selwyn, Regulus?” Rosier asked.

Regulus sighs before putting his book down and looking up, forcing a smile, “Happy birthday.”

She stares at him with knitted brows. Regulus’ cold gesture towards her has always been something she could not decipher. She wasn’t sure if he treats all girls this way, she’s never seen him interact with the opposite gender unless it was a classwork project. She wonders if there’s anything she’s done in the past that offended or upset him that much to make him act this way.

“Thanks.” She replied with the same disinterested tone “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be.”

“Where exactly?” Crouch asks, curious “Don’t you want to spend your birthday with your Slytherinkins?”

She didn’t answer, continuing her pace out of the dungeons. The sight of Regulus being so impassive and the apathetic tone of his congratulatory words seethes her. What exactly is his problem?

—-

Her head was thrown back, eyes disappearing in blissful laughter. She would miss slow afternoons like this. A couple more week until the break starts and she could already imagine the feverish plans her parents have prepared back home. They’ve sent more frequent letters, giving a little spoiler of the soirees her mother has specially prepared for her. It was as if she was a prized turkey open for auction.

Perhaps finding a husband wouldn’t be as bloodcurdling had she not had her eyes set on someone, especially when that someone had shown her the slightest interest all these years.

She couldn’t tell precisely when the tingling inside her arised. There hasn’t been any difference in him that could provoke such alteration. His gazes are still cold, tone tepid, and gestures so insouciant. Nothing about him has changed over the years. He’s still the very same remote and out of touch Regulus Black. The very boy she’s known of all her life.

Days leading to her birthday only made her ponder more if whoever the man her parents chose to be her husband could ever give half as much emotions as the one she felt whenever Regulus was around. She wonders if the man she was to marry would give her the same butterflies just by glancing at her or throwing her a forced smile. She wonders if the man she’d end up with would ever be able to compete with such magnetism that Regulus has over her. She wonders if she could ever hold such affection for any other guy than Regulus.

Now that she’s finally sixteen and about to come home, perhaps she will get her answer sooner than she’s expected.

“Selwyn,” A voice called, making her turn to the person “A word.”

She raised an eyebrow, certainly not expecting Regulus to come to her table of friends and steal her. The expression her girl friends were having were mirroring hers, completely baffled at the boy’s peculiar approach. What could be so important that the Regulus Black had to come and ask her for a word?

And so she stands from her seat, following the distraught boy outside of the Common Room and into the quieter side of the Slytherin Dungeon. His hair was slightly unkempt, a sight she’s never seen on him before. He was pacing with fists turned into a ball, eyes glued to the ground as if he’s trying to make out words to utter.

“Will you spill your words or am I only being called to watch you pace back and forth, Regulus?” She says, eyes trained on him “What is it, is everything alright?”

“Date me.”

Her jaw dropped, eyes widened at the two words the raven haired boy had just spilled, “Come again?”

“Please don’t make me repeat it.”

She blinks. There was no logical explanation she could make as to why Regulus would suddenly come and ask her to date him. Well, correct that, he wasn’t asking, he was demanding her to date him. Though his words were firm and resolute, the worry radiating from his eyes betrays the resilient bravado he so hard tries to maintain. Never has she ever seen him in such a state and it made her question the true motive of his intention.

“Yeah, not funny, Regulus.” She says, rolling her eyes “Is this some kind of silly bet you made with Rosier or Crouch?”

Regulus’ jaws tensed at the mentioning of his friends, “No.”

“Then why exactly would you come to me and say those words?”

“Because I like you.”

She scoffs. The words rolled out of his tongue with tone as if he was put through a cruciatus curse. Something is evidently amiss. Regulus was never one to struggle with words, never one to look agitated and unsettled. He was not showing the kind of anxiety and nervousness you see from someone confessing their love. No, this was far different than that. It was the kind of convulsion you see from someone who’s trying to hide something.

She rolled her eyes and turned her heels, “I don’t have time for this, Regulus.”

“So is that a no, then?” Regulus asked, stopping her pace “Do you not want to date me?”

“No, I don’t want to date you.” She says, turning herself back to face him.

“Why not?” His brows are now knitted, confused and looking slightly offended.

“Because, Regulus,” She answers with a long sigh of exasperation “Not everyone in this castle finds you attractive.”

She lied. Everyone in the castle finds him attractive. Everyone.

The veins on his neck were more visible now. A wave of disappointment flashed on his face but before she could study it better, Regulus’ gesture turned back to his usual self. As if he’s hit the reset button, his expression turned blank, making it hard for her to read. The muscles on his face relaxed, signifying that he’s gathered himself back.

“So you have someone else you fancy then?”

She remains quiet, eyes still glued on the remaining trace of his perturbed gesture.

“Very well.” Regulus says, taking her silence as his confirmation “I’m sorry to have caused you some inconveniences. Let’s pretend the last twenty minutes didn’t happen.”

Before she could say a word, Regulus was already on his way away from her presence. His pace was fast, long legs taking big steps that would be impossible for her to catch up. Within seconds his silhouette was gone from her sight, leaving her alone at the dungeon with a million unanswered questions swarming her mind.

What’s just happened?

—-

To say last night was agonising would be an understatement. Hypothetical reasons with no real closure were driving her insane. What exactly was Regulus doing? What did he really want with her? He couldn’t just suddenly have the switch of feelings and urge to date her over night unless he was spiked with a love potion, which sounds like the most reliable possibility yet still inadvertently impossible.

And so determined to get her answer, she searched for Regulus at the library. To her delight, she found him within seconds of stepping inside the book room. He was sitting with a book in his hand, eyebrows knitted as his eyes focused on the words of the pages. Whatever the book was, it seemed to occupy his mind so heavily that he hardly noticed her presence.

“Regulus,” She called, making her presence known “We need to talk.”

Regulus looked up, swallowing his saliva at the sight of her, “About?”

“You know what about.”

He sighs and puts his book down, gesturing to her to proceed.

“What in the seven hells were you doing yesterday?” She says, trying her best to keep a low volume as not to anger Madam Pince “Were you drunk? Did someone spike you with some tonic?”

“No, I was fine.” He answers, debunking all her accusations “I only wanted to know if you wanted to date me, is all.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Regulus sighs, biting his lower lip as if debating to continue his words “My parents are arranging me to marry Greengrass.”

Her brows rose, stunned at the new information spilled.

“I was wondering if you’d like to date me so I can stall more time before a marriage happens.” He continues, eyes not looking at her “Sirius has made it clear that he has no interest in getting married soon, especially with anyone my parents chose for him, so my parents turned to me and arranged the marriage. They fear that I might rebel and follow my brother’s missteps.”

She chews on her lower lip, trying to digest his words. Greengrass? She’s surely someone who would be a good match for him. Respectful family, graceful face, and cunning mind. A proper partner indeed.

But why does she feel rather resentful? Shouldn’t she be happy that he’s going to be paired with someone who would be the perfect match for him? It wasn’t like she’s got a chance nor did she intend to proceed with her feelings for him. She was sure that she’s only to admire and love him in silence and were beginning to accept the fact that she has to move on. Now that she’s got a real reason to let him go, why does she feel more hurt than she’s expected?

“Then why did you ask me to date you?” She asks, trying to keep her voice stable so as not to show her quivering heart “Don’t you think that’s a bit cruel to ask a girl to be their girlfriend when he’s betrothed to another?”

“I thought we could pretend to date each other so my parents would call the arrangement off. I mean, it’s a good proposal, don’t you think? I know your parents must be planning for your arrangement too, so I thought we could just date and make them postpone the arrangements.” He continued, sharing his piece of mind “Assuming that you’re not ready for a marriage too, of course.”

“Then why didn’t you just say so? Why did you have to lie and say that you liked me?”

Regulus gulps, regret and guilt filling his eyes once more. Had it not been somewhere public she must've bawled her eyes out. The lies he said yesterday, though she knew full well that it was too good to be true, still pierced her like a thorned rose. Yet with her heart bleeding like this, she finds it hard to hate the man who’s now looking down to his palms as if he’s just found out that he’s got hands. Perhaps he was just desperate and had to say the words out of haste, she tried to convince herself.

“So you don’t want to marry Greengrass?”

Regulus shakes his head slowly, “No, I don’t. And I don’t think I ever would want to.”

She taps her fingers to the wooden table, contemplating the proposal Regulus just offered. It sounded like a decent solution to both of their problems. He wouldn’t have to marry Greengrass and she could have a little more time to breathe, at least until she graduates.

“Look, it was a foolish proposition, I understand. I don’t expect-”

“Fine,” She says short, letting out a long exhale “Let’s do it.”

Regulus raised his brows, “What?”

“I said, let’s do it. It’s a favourable offer for us both, so I’m game.” She says firmly, hands resting on the tables as she leans closer to show her determination “But just so we’re clear, this is business strictly. No emotions, no feelings, what so ever. The second either of us catch it, we’ll tell it to each other and call it off, deal?”

No deal. How could she make such an agreement when she’s already so plastered over him? Perhaps she was saying those words to herself, as a reminder to not fall deeper into the intoxicating force that is Regulus Black. She needed to make it clear for herself that this is nothing close to the relationship she craved to have, that way she could minimise the damage done when things finally come to an end.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Regulus says coldly, taking out his hand for her to shake “Deal.”

—-

“People are staring.”

“Well that’s the whole point of this display, is it not?”

She glares at Regulus, wanting to push him off of the railway.

The break finally comes. Students are now waiting to board the Hogwarts Express. In contrast to how she would usually have her group of friends around her, she now has Regulus standing beside her, intertwining their hands in the most awkward and uncomfortable grip. The gesture is still very much bizarre for her though they’ve been doing it for almost a week now. Her palms no longer sweat as much as she did the first time, but to say that it’s gotten better would certainly be a lie.

When the train finally comes, Regulus leads her to their booth. The compartment was typically occupied by him and his group of friends, however it seems like they wouldn’t be joining them today. A relief she’s thankful for because she knows she wouldn’t be able to fake intimacy for the next few hours.

“Have you owled your parents?” Regulus asks as he takes a seat “Told them about us?”

She nods, “A couple of days ago.”

“And what did they say?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t opened their letters.” She shrugs, plopping into the seat in front of him “Reckon I could just witness their reactions first hand when we arrive.”

Regulus nods, not uttering another word.

She turns to the glass door, watching as students come in and look for their designated compartments. She could see Sirius and his group of friends walking, flashing a big smile and waving at him as their eyes met. Sirius grins back at her, only to have a sour expression when he sees his younger brother sitting opposite of her. Sirius gave a small nod to Regulus before continuing his walk and following his friends away.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You know what.” She says, sounding irritated “Must you really ask questions you know the answer to? It doesn’t make you seem cool, you know. It makes you look like a twat.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, “Why are you asking me? Ask Sirius, he’s the one who seems to have a problem with us being together.”

She shows an annoyed look before turning her eyes back outside.

Regulus turns out to be a more pain in the arse than she’d ever imagined. He acts as if he’s above everyone, giving no remarks nor care to anything she’s said. It was as if he was tortured to be in the fake relationship he himself had proposed. Any moment now she feels like she’s about to burst in vexation.

“We have to talk about what to do during the break.” Regulus says, eyes still glued to his book “I’ll owl you weekly and come to every parties and soirees your parents are holding. I suppose your birthday party is coming, right?”

She turns her head to him, eyebrows furrows, “Weekly? You think that would suffice?”

“I don’t owl anyone so a letter weekly is a luxury.” He said with an adamant expression as he looked up to her “You can send me your letters as frequently as you want but know that I’ll only be replying once a week.”

“You’re impossible.” She scoffs, folding her hands in front of her chest “Daily. You are to owl me everyday. You tell me about how your day went, tell me how much you miss me, how much you miss holding hands with me, and you are to send me flowers. I like orchids, so send me those.”

Regulus remains quiet, watching her intently as if he’s trying to strip her mind. His grey eyes are piercing through her soul. She couldn’t help but to feel intimidated. Her shoulders shudders, gulping in nervousness from the staring contest.

“Fine.” He says at last, closing his book “Any other request?”

She pursed her lips, contemplating, “We have to stop calling each other by our names.”

“What do you mean?”

“Couples don’t do that. They call each other by their pet names.” She says, a slight hint of blush evident on her cheeks “I mean that’s what my friends do.”

“I see.” Regulus nods slowly “I’ll call you motormouth.”

“Motormouth?” She asks, appalled “That’s not a pet name, that’s an insult!”

“Well if you learn to quiet down a bit we’ll upgrade to something more mediocre like Darling or Love.”

“Fine,” She spat in annoyance “Honey Puff.”

Regulus glares, “Don’t call me that.”

“Aw, does my dear lover hate to be called with cute names?” She taunts, faking a cute pout “Should we call you Pooh Bear instead?”

Not entertaining her any longer, Regulus turns back to his book with an annoyed scoff.

She frowns, pulling the zipper of her jumper up to cover her face. The height of nuisance he gave her is beyond her comprehension. How can anyone cause this much distress and nettle? And to make it even more baffling, at the end of the day, right before she sleeps she would play the memory of his detached comments and cold stares with a smile, hoping that she would never get out of such a situation.

The things he’s done to her poor heart.

—-

When they arrived at Kings Cross Station, they were welcomed by one of her father’s right hand men. The three of them, including Sirius, were to go to the Selwyn Manor right away. No further information was given to them, only that a party was being held, awaiting the new couple. The gesture surely raised their eyebrows, but perhaps this is just one of the occasions leading up to her birthday party so neither of the kids asked for more questions.

Arriving at the Selwyn Manor with a portkey, more suspicions and questions rose as the place was decorated extravagantly. The gardens were garnished with colourful orchids, satin covered chairs arranged on the green grass field. This doesn’t look like a birthday nor a welcome party. It looks more of a ceremonial settlement.

“Darling, welcome home!” Mrs. Selwyn greets, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace “It’s so good to see you, my love. And welcome Regulus, Sirius. I hope the journey back was pleasant for you, yes? Your parents are inside, preparing themselves.”

Regulus raised his brows, “They’re here?”

“Well of course they are! They wouldn’t miss their son’s wedding would they?”

“His what?” She asks in surprise, pulling away from her mother’s embrace “Who’s marrying who?”

“You, of course, you silly goose. You’re marrying Regulus.” Her mother teased, poking her daughter’s nose “Did you not read the letters I’ve sent you? Walburga and Orion thought that it would be best to hold the wedding now, seeing that the both of you are already dating, anyway. Your father and I thought the same. We’ve sent the both of you letters but neither of you replied, so we assumed that there was no rejection against the idea.”

She remains quiet, looking at her mother as if she’s grown two heads.

“My darling girl.” Her mother says warmly, looking at her daughter proudly before turning to Regulus with a warm smile “We didn’t need to put you two in an arranged marriage, after all.”

The jaws of the children were hung open, bewildered by the new wave of information.

“I have to get back inside and make sure the catering is ready.” Mrs. Selwyn says before excusing herself inside.

The three children were still frozen, their souls sucked out of their body. She glances at Regulus who looks like he’s been kissed by a dementor. His face was pale, not blinking as he tried to swallow the hard pill.

“I’ll look for Mother and Father, see if they’ve got some better explanations.” Sirius says before getting inside the manor.

When the older boy was gone, she turned to Regulus and called, “Regulus.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cursed under his breath, rummaging his hair as he paced back and forth “What in the holly fuck is going on in our parents’ head?! We’re sixteen, for fuck’s sake! What exactly are they rushing for?!”

“Regulus, quiet down.” She whispers, noticing the stares thrown at them “People are staring.”

“And you,” He turns, finger pointing at her “Why couldn’t you just open the bloody letters? We could’ve avoided this!”

“Me? How is it my fault? You were sent letters too and you didn’t know. I’m not the only party at fault for not being diligent with my post!”

Regulus clenches his jaws in anger. He lets out a small growl, one that made her quivering in fear. She’s never seen him this angry before and it honestly scares her. She isn’t sure on what he’s going to do nor what she should do to help diffuse the tension. The situation they’re entangled in is surely acute but how are they supposed to find a solution if their heads were in turmoil? Is there even a way out from this?

She chews on her lower lip until it bleeds. The bitter taste of iron was strange but it wasn’t enough to wake her from her train of thoughts. She’s too engrossed in thinking and trying to figure out the best way to tame Regulus’ anger.

“Stop, that. Don’t hurt yourself.” Regulus says, noticing the blood coming out of her lips and hands her his handkerchief “Stop mutilating yourself.”

She took the white cloth and pressed it to her lips, his initials were embroidered on one of its corners, “What do we do know?”

“I don’t know.” Regulus sighs, his rage seems to be curbed down a notch “I don’t think we could ever out mind our parents' wicked plans. They’re sick in the head, is what they are.”

“Don’t talk about my parents like that, I love them.” She argues “Even when they’re being dickheads like this.”

Regulus shows an amused smile before taking a hard gulp, “So will you do it? Will you marry me?”

“Do I really have a choice?”

She does. She has plenty of choices. She could just tell her parents the truth about fake dating and everything. Or she could just lie and say that things aren’t working out with the two of them, they’re barely together for a week after all. Or she could simply say no and reject the marriage, let Regulus take the shame alone. But neither of the options above seem to be better than to spend the rest of her life with him. He’s a strugglesome person to bear but does she really have the heart to back out and taint both of their houses?

Regulus nods, his brows still knitted as if he’s unsure if the decision they’ve made were the right one, “Alright, let’s get married, then.”

↠ Part II

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𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 ~ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Warnings: Major Angst, Main Character Death, Blood, Violence & Grief

Pairings: Hope Mikaelson x Bennett!Girlfriend Witch Reader, Benzo x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Being the one and only daughter of Bonnie Bennett and Enzo St. John was legendary but dating Hope Mikaelson was superior. That all comes crashing down when a final battle comes between Hope and malivore in the form of her ex Landon Kirby.

Word Count: 3,178

Author’s Note: I tried to make this as angst as possible. If I made you cry, I'm overjoyed. This would be my first angst without an happy ending and there's definitely a part 2 following hope's humanity.

*gif is not mine, it belongs to [x]*

Starting the scenery off which traveled to the Salvatore Boarding School leading to your dorm with whom you shared with Hope Mikaelson. Right now you were both arguing on how Hope was gonna sacrifice herself to Malivore.

“I don't want or need you sacrificing yourself anymore, Hope.” You said, your arms folded as a frown tugged across your lips.

The tribid shrugged, “I'm sorry, angel, but that's not really your choice.”

You've been dating Hope for a long time to know that whenever she has her mind set on something, she would continue with that. It was one of the things that you admired her so much but right now — you're completely loathing it. Why do the Mikaelsons insist on being so god damn stubborn when it comes to their own good?

“Please be safe.” You warned your girlfriend, “We don't know what Malivore's capable of.” You finished, walking around the room, trying to occupy yourself with anything else.

The auburn beams at your worried tone and walks towards you before she cups your face gently, “Hey, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me.” That only worried you more. Like, how can you not worry about her right after she typically said to not worry about her. Brushing away the small tears away from your cheek as she gave you an upward smile.

“Okay, just take this.” You took off her family necklace and gave it to her. “For good luck.” You helped her put the mikaelson necklace around her neck.

Turning back to you and she holds your hands to ease away your anxiety, “Always...”

“And forever...” You whispered back, letting hope's soft plump lips capture yours in a soft kiss.

“I'll be back before you know it, angel.” Was what she said after you pulled away. With that, she was gone, you still had an uneasy feeling about this, but regretfully you brushed it off. So returning back to your homework, your stomach still bubbled up with anticipation and unfortunately it got the best of you.

It seemed like even if you distracted yourself with something else, your girlfriend would always comes to mind. With every bad thought that came to mind, you repeatedly hit the led of your pencil harder than before as if it would calm you down. Overthinking is a real pain the ass.

Everything seemed to grew more anxious that was until you felt something stabbed you. On instinct, you clutch onto your stomach making you drop the pencil in the process and observe the pain. Once the pain subermged, you shakily raised your hand which was revealed a new fresh crimson blood. Looking at the thick liquid in horror before you looked down at your shirt which obviously caused the blood starting to seep on your shirt.

“What the hell?!” You exclaimed before your eyes widened in danger, “Hope!”

Not sparing a single second, you rushed out of the room making sure to grab your keys on the nightstand. Luckily for you, Hope told you where she was going to defeat Malivore so that gave you faith. Hopefully by the time you reach there, Hope wouldn't be dead.

Even though Hope was an unkillable creature, that doesn't mean that she had weak spots. And by weak spots, I mean the bennett witch who dearly loves her tribid girlfriend.

“Malivore, where are you?” Hope shouted, walking around careful to keep any eye out, “Let's finish this right now.”

On cue, Malivore walks out of his hiding spot with a creepy smile on his face. The body that he was possessing currently was her ex, Landon Kirby. “I eat monsters like you.” Malivore stated like that was an accomplishment.

Letting out a humorous chuckle before her eyes change color and said, “There is no monster like me.”

“Oh, great, your little girlfriend is here for the show as well.” Landon commented with a disgusting smirk on his face. His words caused hope to turn to you, her tribid eyes faltering at the sight of you. God, she was so whipped for you. Your running figure going definitely towards her.

“Hope, you need to break the li–“ You were cut off by a large gash slicing your stomach which caused you to clutch it in pain and stop mid-way stumbling on your feet. Hope lets out a surprised gasp but stays frozen in place.

Looking up vaguely, to notice a knife in his hands and also his stomach was bleeding exactly where your wound started to transform. The only difference was that his blood was black and he couldn't actually feel the pain. It didn't take a genius to know that you were now linked to him.

Stuck between whether to come to your aid or defeat malivore, Hope chose the better option at the moment – that was to save you.

“[Name]!” She yells, worry evident in her tone as she came running to you. Catching you just in time as your legs gave away. Letting you down gently against a wooden box as she swept a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I don't wanna die, Hope.” You whimpered, seeing more blood seep onto your shirt.

“You're not gonna die,” Hope hiccups, drying your own tears while trying to control her own, “Just hold on a little bit longer.” She nods her head while ripping a piece of her shirt for a bandage and she wrapped it around your waist. Pressing down on the wound to slow down the bleeding, “Please.”

Nodding back in agreement, she halfway smiles but it quickly vanishes when she sees your pained expression and another huge gash across your right cheek. The blood was intensely running down your face and now her tears were clouding her vision, can't bear to see her beautiful girlfriend in so much pain.

“Please, stop it. You're hurting her.” Hope pleaded with the enemy, “It's me you want, not her. Please, not her, she's all I have left.”

“That's the point Hope, you love her. So she suffers as well.”

The monster continued to ignore her pleas and continued to cut himself which caused you to react negatively to it. Hope was having a panic attack at the moment because her brain forced her to remember about how she promised your parents that she would always keep you safe.

And she was going to fulfill that promise, no matter what she had to do. But right now it felt like promises were going to be broken.

After the pain submerged, beads of sweat start running down your face. In the process of stopping your blood, it covered her hands. You wanted to faint at the sight of the amount of blood. Worse of all, it was yours and you couldn't magically add more into your body.

“I'm tired, hope.” You started to daze off, “One last kiss. That's all I ask.”

“No, no. I'm not giving you one last kiss because this is not the end for us.” Hope wailed, “I love you and I'm not going to lose you too. Not like I failed my parents.”

“You didn't fail your parents, Hopey. They sacrificed themselves for you because they truly did what any other loving parent would do for their child.”

“B-but I promised your parents that I would protect you,” The auburn stammers as she shook her head in disbelief, “How am I supposed to tell your parents that I failed them and got their miracle daughter – the one that they longed for — got killed in the process?”

A sudden rush of blood erupts out of your mouth and onto the floor as you started choking on the amount of blood, hearing louder sobs from the auburn. Settling your head back against a wooden box, still managing a smile on your face.

“H-how can you smile at a time like this?” Hope's voice cracks, her eyes getting cloudy again with more incoming tears.

“Guess you can say that I'm drop dead beautiful now." You sighed, "Besides I'd rather see you one last time.” Between her occasional sniffles, a little laugh arose from her lips. Her laugh had always brought you peace and joy so maybe — maybe you hoped that it would be the last thing that you hear.

“Always and forever, right?” She murmurs, bringing your hand to her lips for a gentle kiss.

“Well, isn't this poetic.” A voice taunts and Hope's face harden at the sudden interruption before she slowly turns around but you tugged on her. By doing so, Hope goes back to your attention.

“He's not important right now. We are important right now. Just us.” You concluded, wincing as you tried to fix your posture which the tribid immediately noticed and quickly helped you. “He's just distracting you.”

“Please, [name], you have to stay with me. You're my other half, my soulmate, the love of my life. I-I'm head over heels for you.” The young mikaelson started, “I've never told you how much I loved you a-and how I would marry you someday and start a family together.”

“Hope, you have to promise me something.” You let out a weakened wheezed as another gash formed across your now exposed stomach.

“Promises are f-for later. Right now all that matters is getting you healed.”

“Hope we're gonna be too late for and you know that.” You whispered, watching at how she couldn't contain to look at you in the eyes while blinking away more tears. Using your index finger, you forced her to look at you again watching how she slowly opened up her teary eyes, “You have to promise me that you'll never...under any circumstances turn off your humanity because I can't bear to know that your emotions are gone because of me.”

“Yeah, I promise you..” Hope said. You knew her tone was off was rushed because she just wanted to focus on healing you at the moment.

So with the little strength that you could muster up, you used it and pulled her in by the collar of her shirt for a passionate loving kiss. This kiss was different, it wasn't those lustful kisses that you two shared behind closed doors or just morning ones. It was one filled with compassion and longing.

But Hope knew that she had to let go because you weren't permanent in her life. Nobody could or would be permanent in the tribid's life. Oh, how Hope longed for this kiss to be a 'see you later' kiss and not a 'final goodbye' kiss.

The young Mikaelson wished that this was all a dream and you would be there to shake her awake and cuddle her so that she's safe again. She knew that she would have to face reality even if she doesn't like the outcome and who would be facing the consequences.

Closing both of your eyes, still trying to melt into the kiss and grasping the other tightly afraid to let go. Tasting the bittersweet of each other's tears as more slowly travel down your faces. At the moment, Hope didn't even care about air as she cupped your face and kissed back more passionately.

Slowly opening your eyes back, you went to say something but instead you started choking. Immediately alarmed by your interruption, Hope's eyes widen when she saw your neck getting painfully sliced opened by an invisible source and blood instantly spurted out of your neck.

The amount of distance from the two of you was a negative because some of the blood ended up across your girlfriend's face. She instantly bit into her wrist to give you her blood but was blocked by an invisible force.

“Had a witch put up a barrier spell to make this more interesting.”

He was forcing Hope to watch the life drain out of your eyes. She had to hear and see you, desperate for help. How your hand was reaching out to her. How your words broke up into pieces.

“[Name], please you can't leave me. You still have so much to do in this life.” She banged on the barrier but it was no use at all.

On instinct you gripped your sliced neck trying to close it up as quick as possible. Feeling like a fish out of water, the gurgling became repeated until most of your blood was splattering across the dirty ground. It was like someone was forcing you to drink water without any time breaks.

Until, it finally stopped. Hope's loud wails also came to a halt and her hand was practically glued to the invisible barrier.

With one gasp, your words which were literally caught in your throat and you weakly raised your hand to connect hers through the invisible spell and you began to spoke, “Hope....” With one final inhale, you finally shut your eyes, content knowing that you won't ever open them again.

And with that, your body became limp as your body hit the ground with a loud thud and the last audible sounds in your ears were Hope's heart aching screams and sobs. Banging on the invisible barrier until it finally disappeared as she immediately scurried over to your lifeless figure and cradled your head onto her lap. Ignoring the pool of blood as she rocked back and forth in grief, letting the tears out freely.

“Come on [name]. You aren't dead, come on, angel. This isn't the end for you.” Hope broke down into even more tears. She never felt so useless before in life. This wasn't the first time that she was unable to save someone she loved from death.

Dismaying you with a kiss on the forehead, she felt her own tears ran down your warm face. “I'm so sorry, angel. I've never meant for this to happen to you.”

Determination washed away sorrow as her eyes make way on your face one last time. Your face no longer had it's beautiful glow that it had once cherished. Your aura and personality was completely wiped out of existence as if it was never there. She wanted this to be all a stupid nightmare and to just feel your soothing presence. Hope had to admit that only you and only you alone can look gorgeous while being dead.

“And I'll swear to you that I'll make him suffer. And I'll enjoy every part of it.” Departing with the promise in your ear before getting up to fight Malivore.

“Oh, well, you can't save them all. You win some, you lose some,” Malivore chuckles watching Hope's angered face.

Well, your death fueled the tribid's anger even more and knowing that you had died by Malivore's hand was going to be a lot more painful. She was doing this for the school. For her friends and for herself. And most importantly, she was doing this for you. But let's be realistic here, cause even if you weren't going to be there, you would've have still died either way. This way won’t be just as painful to her.

Looks like promises were made to be broken. Stalking towards the hideous monster menacingly, while she made her blood into a self-made weapon designed just to destroy Malivore.

“This is for my beloved darling [name].” Hope spat as she sticked the stake in his heart enjoying the sounds of agony that fall from Malivore's lips. Once he finished his dramatic tactics, he dropped down to the floor dead.

For effect, lightning struck hard and shoke the earth with its defying sight. With new fresh tears filled in Hope's eyes and her eyes shifted to a yellow. It seemed like Hope was looking for her switch and eventually she found it.

Then it was gone. No more emotions. No more regretfulness or guiltness restored Hope's memory.

At the end of the night, looks like you both lost something. You lost your life while Hope lost her soulmate and humanity. Guess the saying is true; you don't really know if you truly love someone until they're really gone.

“Goodbye [name].” Hope sighed before making a huge ruckus to alarm your parents. Disappearing from your window as she sped of into the night.

“Name], what is the no—“ Bonnie's heart rate picked up at the very dead sight of you. Immediately she rushed towards your body, hoping that her own eyes are betraying her. “Enzo, come quick!”

As soon as she shouted for her husband, he was by her side in minutes and his face faltered at the limp sight of you.

“She has no pulse,” The bennett witch stressed, tears prickling her eyes as she ignored the blood which enveloped her fingers. “Maybe we can do mouth to mouth.”

“Bonnie...” Enzo started, hearing her footsteps retreating to his tall figure.

“Well, we have to do something! She's our only daughter much less child.” Bonnie practically yelled. Refusing to look at his own wife's eyes, the witch turned back to you and started a spell. Based on how powerful the words sounded, it was no doubt a very powerful spell which would clearly kill Bonnie.

Right now, Enzo felt like a bad husband and father but it looks like, he was willing to keep his soulmate alive. It was would you would have wanted.

“Please, Enzo. Let me save our daughter, please.” Bonnie begged, trying to break free from her husband's grip, “I can bring her back like Jeremy so this nightmare of ours can be over.”

“She's gone...our baby is gone.” Enzo soothed her, his heart breaking at the loud sobs from his wife, “No amount of magic can bring her back.”

“We were supposed to protect her and we failed.” She cried, gripping tightly on her husband's now tear stained shirt. “What are we supposed to do now? We can't just leave her here.”

Can't bear to look at your body any longer, she turned her head into her husband's chest as she sobbed violently, hitting his chest repeatedly. While trying to keep his own tears at bay, he held a tight grip on his wife before letting his own tears flow freely.

The sounds of loud sobs erupted from the cabin and Hope’s heart broke a little at this. The couple didn't care if anyone heard them, they just lost their entire world. Trust me when they find out who did this, there would be hell to pay.

#legacies 4 #legacies 4 oneshot #legacies 4 angst #legacies 4 angst oneshot #hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson x fem!reader #hope mikaelson x black!reader #hope mikaelson x fem!black!reader #no humanity hope x reader #no humanity hope x fem!reader #benzo x daughter!reader

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enchantedchocolatebars · 3 months

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Another small snippet from Chapter 1 (Our Story Begins) of my big chapter fic “A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human” (Fic is very canon divergent. Context from first snippet here. Commission cover art here.)

(I'm currently at 867 words in the wip and I'm trying to reach 1000 or more. Will hopefully have the full chapter posted tomorrow.)

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He puts the pawns in front, then lines up the other pieces symmetrically with the king and queen in the middle.

Next, the Titan walks over and, with extra care and very gentle claws, picks up his little eggling in the blue baseball cap.

Heading over to its chair, he produces a plump white pillow from thin air onto it and carefully sets it down.

Two more plump pillows are conjured across from the table as the Titan picks up his other two eggs and settles them down on their seats.

They were going to watch their papa play against their sibling in a match.

Upon taking his seat at the table, the Titan casts a sunny smile across his scruffy face as he gazed at his child.

"I know this is your first time playing chess," he began in a kind and understanding voice before continuing.

"So I'll share with you what I know."

"..." went the egg to its father.

Such an innocently childlike response led to the Titan's soft chuckle, his bony smile reaching all the way up to his round, hollow eyes.

"Don't worry," he reassured to his unhatched egg softly.

"I'll explain all the basics to you, and we'll start slowly and take our time while playing."

Chess was a challenging and complex game, he knew that.

The Titan wasn't very fond of the classic board game at first when he first started playing it with a man with blonde hair and a forelock.

However, as their games progressed and the man taught him the basics, his liking for it increased.

"..." asked the egg.

The Titan nodded. "Promise," he said as their chess lesson began.

The two most crucial pieces in the game are reached for by clawed hands.

"See these two guys here?" The Titan asked his egg, holding the pieces in his hand before continuing.

"In chess, we call them kings. Each player only gets one, and they're the most important pieces in the game. You want to attack your opponent's king while also keeping your own king safe and protected."

King.

Safe.

Protected.

The Titan's mind was filled with memories of his son, who was still alive.

He sighs of bliss from the memories before continuing with his explanation.

"Once the king is captured, the game ends, so always remember to keep him shielded."

As the Titan lists off the other pieces, he points at them.

"Each player controls 16 pieces: 8 pawns, 2 bishops, 2 knights, 2 rooks, 1 king, and 1 queen."

"..."

Papa Titan chuckles. "The knights are the little horse heads, and the rooks are the little castle towers," he told his little one.

"Each chess piece has its own unique way of moving across the board and potentially capturing your opponent's pieces as it goes."

He points at the pawns.

"Pawns have the ability to move one square forward per turn, except for their first turn when they have the ability to move two squares forward. Pawns move diagonally forward by capturing other pieces diagonally. They cannot move backward."

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mamamittens · 7 months

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Spooktober 2023

Here will be the masterlist for the 2023 Spooktober event where I intend to link all the fics I post for it with the requestor tagged so they may find this post easily.

Please mind the tags on each post and titles may change. (If the summary sounds wrong for your fic, please message me so I may clear up any misunderstanding on my summary list)

(Vampire) Of Noble Blood - @sabo-has-my-heart

Astra never expected to be swept off her feet by a charming man at a Halloween party, but she's not against it either. But Sabo has a secret he's been keeping from her--and it's only a matter of time until someone endangers them both.

Vampire!SaboXOC(Astra)

(Werewolf) Room for One More+18 - @marco--the--phoenix

Marco and Ace are two lonely werewolves hoping to fill out their alpha/beta/omega trifecta. And they believe they've finally found him, whether he knows it or not. Now it's only a matter of finding out if the transformation blesses them with an omega of their own.

Marco!Alpha!WerewolfXAce!Beta!WerewolfXOC(Omega!Werewolf!Ray)

(Siren) High Note of a Punchline - @idiashroudds

Anna had never heard such an enchanting voice. And Buggy had never met anyone who genuinely liked his song.

Siren!BuggyXOC(Anna)

(Serial Killer) STALKED IN THE WOODS (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) - @raptures-finest

Andreas, wild at heart, only wanted to explore abandoned places with his friends. But this time, while venturing into the woods to find a forgotten mansion, he seems to have bitten off more than he can chew. And his list of friends shrinks as their corpses start piling up.

The Blair Witch Project (1999) inspired SaboXKoalaXKakuXOC(Andreas!Urban explorer)

(Dullahan) Don't Lose Your Head about It - myself

Thatch supposed he should ease up on the partying if he always ended up lost somewhere away from his body. Though he'd argue that this time, at least, it wasn't his fault. He's been found by a very helpful and lovely lady though, so really, he has no room to complain until that bastard Teach decided to come finish the job. Hopefully he can reunite with his body before it's too late.

ThatchXOC(Nikia)

(Mob/Gang) High Price for a Date+18 - @spitfire-of-the-sea

Saki's considered a lead in her field of research in the secretive government sector. Classified information is basically all she's handled for well over a year now. But apparently not all of it. Now she's seen something she shouldn't have and has to book it into arguably more dangerous territory. The Whitebeard Gang's territory, to be specific. Where she finds herself in the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the city. Sparks fly and she finds he's more than willing to pay for her safety, in exchange? A date... and maybe something more.

(Kraken) A Great Big Family - myself

There are many dangers at sea. You've known this all your life and had lived to tell the tale. This may be where you meet your match though, as everyone knows how ferocious krakens are. As well as territorial. Now, if only someone told them that they're not supposed to be territorial over people.

You're not dead, but at what cost?

Sweet Child Reader & Kraken!WBP

(Old God) Dreams and Rebirth +18- @bookandyarndragon

She'd dreamed of a song her whole life. Faint and distant, it called to her with such beauty she'd been compelled to follow. But he had been patiently waiting long enough. Now that she was in his grasp, it was time to claim what has always been his, and start his family anew.

Marco!OldGod X F!Reader

(Demons) Prosperity and Sacrifice+18 - @cebwrites

An investigator follows the trail of misfortune and murder across an entire continent. And when they finally reach the end of the trail--they realize this is one mystery that should have gone cold.

Law X OC(Kirin!Demon)

(Ghost) Beetles and Juice, Tricks and Treats - @flamingoblubber

Beetlejuice had gone all out for what was arguably the most important holiday for himself. Thankfully, his sweetie, Jay, is willing to reel him in so he doesn't toe the line too hard or scar the neighborhood for life. He still stands firm that a few sand worms would really liven up the place.

Beetlejuice (1988) X OC(Jay)

(Scarecrow) A Heart Made of Straw - myself

Being a professional scarecrow is honest work. And Nikia has contracted with the Whitebeard farm for a few years now with no complaint. The job would be easier if she wasn't so fond of one of Whitebeard's sons, but it wasn't like she expected anything to come of it. Unfortunately, it appears as though he may be onto her... but she'd quite literally rather die than give herself away. So, who will win this stalemate? An honest country boy or an awkward introverted scarecrow?

(Boogeyman) Nothing to be Afraid of (Every Reason to Run) - myself

You never quite liked the wardrobe your new family got you. For weeks you could have sworn something was watching you from it. Stefan and Kotatsu both raising their hackles anytime it creaks open. But you didn't want to raise a fuss. But maybe you should have--if you had, then you wouldn't have been stolen from your bed in the middle of the night.

It's okay though, Echo says they know the way out.

(How our Seeds Grow) child!reader & OC(Echo)

(Mummy) Piece by Piece, You'll Come Back to Me - @sunken-diver

For thousands of years, Zoro has had an uneasy rest. Cursed to never die for his traitorous desire, he waits. Until one day he is awoken and finds he no longer has to wait to reunite with the object of his desire. They're right here. Ripe for the taking.

Mummy (1999) inspired Ft. Mummy!Zoro and AMAB!GN!Reader.

#spooktober 2023 #one piece #one piece smut #one piece yandere

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moodymelanist · 1 year

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It's Close to Midnight

Happy Halloween, everyone! I wanted to get the first part of this posted in time for ~spooky vibes~, but the smutty part 2 will be coming soon (hopefully sometime this week if I can get my act together lol). Enjoy 👻🎃🧡

Read on AO3 here!

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: None

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Nesta sighed in relief as she ducked inside Last Rites, a warm tingle washing over her skin the moment she crossed over the bar’s threshold and into its protective wards. It had been a long, long day reviewing manuscripts, and she was more than ready to spend some time blowing off steam with her friends. She easily spotted the two of them sitting with a space left between them at the bar, and she darted through the crowd so she could slump into the empty barstool with a groan.

“Rough day?” Emerie asked from next to her, playing with one of her protection amulets aimlessly.

“Rough week,” Nesta commiserated. She caught the bartender’s attention and ordered a round of drinks for the three of them before turning back to her friend. “Gods, I’m exhausted.”

“Tell me about it,” Gwyn joined in on her left.

“You know I can whip up an elixir for you,” Emerie offered. Her friend was quite the accomplished witch, so much that she taught advanced potions courses at one of the fancy private schools for young spellcasters to hone their abilities. “For both of you. It’s really no problem.”

“I’ll be fine, really,” Nesta replied, offering a tired smile. “Just… hungry.”

Nesta didn’t always like talking about what it was like to be a succubus, but she was certainly thankful she had friends who could understand her predicament. She’d been able to survive on human food until she reached adulthood, and suddenly she’d been forced to learn how to feed on a different kind of sustenance so survive. Things had been easy in college – the sheer amount of sexual energy radiating out of University of Prythian’s Velaris campus had been overwhelming – but she was more than several years out of school, so she’d had to refine her arsenal. Emerie had been a godsend with her ability to whip up elixirs and potions to satisfy Nesta’s hunger, but nothing compared to the rush of taking energy right from the source.

Gwyn patted her hand sympathetically. “I feel you, Nesta. I’ve been getting a little peckish, too, so if you want to go out this weekend…”

Gwyn was a lightsinger, another kind of supernatural creature that fed on life energy. She didn’t need sex to survive, and she didn’t need to feed nearly as often as Nesta did, but it was nice having another person around who understood what Nesta was going through.

“That would be great,” Nesta replied, turning her hand up so she could squeeze Gwyn’s freckled one in thanks. “I’ll text you.”

“We could go to the Vampire Cafe,” Emerie suggested. She smiled in thanks at the bartender as their drinks were delivered a took a sip of her cocktail before continuing. “It’s not like regular mortals can tell much of a difference between us all, anyway.”

Mortals and the supernatural lived alongside each other, many choosing to mingle and spend more time with one another than was strictly necessary. There were all kinds of laws in place about feeding from people unconsensually, but there had long been bars and clubs designed with exceptions to the rules in mind. Mortals came to these kinds of places with the full expectation of hoping to be fed on, and many supernatural creatures were more than happy to take them up on that offer. Mortals got to experience all kinds of crazy highs and benefits depending on what creature they let take a bite, and as long as nobody was permanently hurt, it was all above-board.

As a witch, Emerie bordered the thin line between mortal and supernatural – she was born mortal, but with all that magic in her blood she wouldn’t make a particularly tasty snack. Spellcasters were unique compared to a lot of the other supernatural creatures Nesta had met, and she was certainly thankful to have Emerie in her corner when she knew how powerful her friend was just on her own – with her coven, Emerie was practically unstoppable.

“Are you making plans without me, my love?” Nesta turned to see Cresseida had slid onto the barstool next to Emerie, looking rather unimpressed.

“Never,” Emerie replied, reaching for her girlfriend’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You know I would’ve sent you a message, princess.”

Cresseida and Emerie had been together for a few months now, but Cresseida could be hard to get a hold of at the best of times considering she was a mermaid. She spent most of her time in the water, but she and some of her more powerful family members had retained the ability to shift into a human form when they walked on land.

Nesta turned to Gwyn to give the couple their privacy, the two of them striking up their own conversation while Emerie and Cresseida continued to flirt. It didn’t take long for them to disappear in the direction of the bathroom, but she and Gwyn were used to this sort of thing, so they knew Emerie would be back to actually catch up once Cresseida was finished having her way.

If anything, Nesta more than understood. She’d had quite the thing for mermaids when she was younger, and even more so in sirens, but she’d had one too many toxic relationships with them to really be interested anymore.

Nesta let her eyes wander over the crowd as Gwyn looked through the menu, trying to decide what to order for the next round. There were all kinds of supernatural creatures inside, from harpies to shapeshifters to your more traditional vampires and werewolves, but her attention snagged on a group of men standing on the other end of the bar from where she and Gwyn sat.

One of the hottest men she’d ever seen was leaning against the counter as he talked to two friends, and she wasn’t exaggerating about his description – not only was he ridiculously attractive, especially in that leather jacket, but even she could see the literal flames dancing in eyes as he played with a tiny ball of flame across his palm. His friends didn’t seem bothered by it, but she doubted they would be friends if they were. They were all similar in appearance, with golden brown skin, dark hair, and whorls of black tattoos peeking out from under their collars, but the similarities stopped there.

The one who’d caught her attention looked the strongest out of the three of them, but she knew better than to let appearances deceive her. He had muscles almost the size of her head, but even the biggest men would drop like a rock if she took too much from them at once.

Still, she wouldn’t mind the opportunity to get a taste. He was a far cry from her usual type, but she couldn’t deny how gorgeous he was, especially when he laughed. His amusement took over his whole body, and even though the bar was too loud to hear what his laugh sounded like, she found herself wanting to know. It wasn’t the only thing she was wondering – she wanted to know what his dark curls would feel like under her fingers, or if those large hands had callouses that would feel incredible on her skin – but it was certainly on the list.

Nesta realized far too late he was looking at her, and she couldn’t jerk her gaze away fast enough to hide her blush at being caught out. She could feel his gaze lingering on her, and she hoped to anyone listening that she wouldn’t be forced to make a fool out of herself. She wasn’t exactly the best at socializing, and there was always the lingering fear that the other person would lose interest once they found out what she was.

“Hey,” Nesta heard from behind her. She turned in her seat to reveal the guy she’d been staring at standing near her, along with one of his friends he’d been talking to across the bar. His friend looked to be the strong and silent type, but he was practically leaking shadows in a way that screamed shadowsinger even to the untrained eye. “Is this seat taken?”

Shit, she thought, panicking somewhat at the realization she’d need to say something.

“Our friend went to the bathroom, but she’ll be a while,” Gwyn swooped in, already eyeing up Hot Guy’s friend with a gleam in her eyes. “So we won’t say no to some new friends until she comes back.”

“Don’t mind if we do, then,” Hot Guy replied with a grin. He slid into Emerie’s former seat while his friend shot him a slightly-panicked look on his way to sit down next to Gwyn. At least someone understood how she felt. “Do you have a name? I can’t just keep calling you Pretty Stalker.”

Nesta snorted despite herself. “I’m Nesta.”

“Nesta,” he repeated, nodding to himself. This close up she could feel the heat radiating off him even though he’d long stopped playing with fire. “I’m Cassian, and my friend over there is Azriel. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she replied. She took a sip of her cocktail just for something to do, and started talking about the first topic that sprung into her mind. “What was with the fire earlier?”

“So I guess Pretty Stalker wasn’t too far off of a nickname, then?” he teased, his eyes lighting up at the return of her blush. “I’m a hellhound. Fire’s part of my whole deal.”

Nesta didn’t know much about hellhounds other than they were supposed to help guard Hell slash the Underworld, but it was still just as impressive watching him play with the tiny flame across his fingers again. This close, she could confirm her suspicions about his calloused hands, and it was all she could do not to grab one and press it against her skin.

“I’m a succubus,” she eventually offered up once he was done showing off. She hoped he wouldn’t be weird about it – not everyone was comfortable with her lifestyle, but she wanted him to be different. She was having fun talking to a stranger, for once in her life, and she wanted to pull a laugh out of him for herself. “No fancy tricks like you, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Cassian responded with a smirk, leaning closer to her so he could lower his voice. “I’ve heard pretty differently.”

“Because mortal men are so forthcoming,” she drawled. She finished her cocktail and set the empty glass gently on the counter, silently impressed as he immediately flagged down the bartender to order them both another round of drinks. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He made an impressed face once he tasted it. “But that’s your problem right there.”

“ Do explain my own state of existence to me, Cassian,” Nesta said with a roll of her eyes. Typical. “It’s really endearing.”

“I’m not trying to be an asshole, I promise,” Cassian said back, laughing. “It’s just – I’ve heard mortals aren’t really that filling for you. You’ve never wanted to try something else?”

“Why, are you offering?” she asked dryly.

“Maybe,” he told her with a grin. He made an obvious show of checking her out, his eyes roaming hungrily over the hint of cleavage showing from her work blouse and the way her fitted slacks hugged the curves of her hips. “Actually – yes. Yes I am.”

Nesta wouldn’t pretend she hadn’t thought about trying another kind of food – another flavor – but other supernatural creatures were understandably squeamish about it in a way that mortal men usually weren’t. She’d never fed on someone that wasn’t mortal before, but then again, it wasn’t as though she’d had the opportunity to do so until now.

Especially not on someone as mouthwatering as Cassian.

“Hmm,” Nesta said eventually, pretending to still be thinking about it.

“Hmm,” Cassian repeated. He was still grinning as he leaned closer to speak directly into her ear. “You wanna get out of here?”

Ten minutes later, Nesta found herself saying a hasty goodbye to Gwyn and firing off an apologetic text to Emerie. Gwyn had just given her a knowing glance before turning back to her conversation with Azriel, and Emerie still hadn’t returned from wherever she’d slithered off to with Cresseida, so as long as she stayed safe, Nesta knew her friends wouldn’t be too choked up about her cutting girls’ night short.

“So, Nesta,” Cassian began as they exited the bar. His apartment was close enough to walk, so they’d decided to brave the cool October air instead of dealing with a cab. “Nes.”

“That’s a stupid nickname,” Nesta retorted.

“Sweetheart,” he suggested instead with an annoying grin. She just rolled her eyes and decided she could argue about the choice of nickname later. “Tell me about yourself.”

“What is this, a job interview?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m trying to find someone who can keep up with me,” he joked. “Preferably a partner, but you wouldn’t believe how unqualified the other candidates have been.”

She huffed a laugh and decided to indulge him anyway. “Uh… I don’t know. I work in editing. I’ve been thinking about getting a cat. I have two sisters.”

“I bet you wield a mean red pen. But a definite yes on the cat, not that they like me very much,” he replied quickly. “Are they succubi, too? Your sisters.”

“No, they’re human.” Nesta couldn’t help but think of how defenseless it made them, even though Feyre hated the idea of seeming weak while Elain often used it to her advantage. “It doesn’t stop them from getting into trouble, though.”

“You sound pretty close,” Cassian observed.

“We’ve had our ups and downs,” she replied with a shrug. She liked being honest with him, so she added, “But things got a lot easier once their father died.”

Owain had technically raised her, but he certainly wasn’t her real father. It was no secret how succubi often came into the world, and Nesta had been no exception. Owain had known from the beginning what she was, and had made his disdain for her very clear.

They both knew he had only provided for her under extreme duress — Rhea had begged him to publicly claim Nesta as his child, and on her deathbed, made him promise to take care of her at least until she could fend for herself. Nesta hadn’t spoken to him since she’d graduated from high school, and had only shown up to the funeral out of respect for her sisters.

Nesta had never met her true father, but she hadn’t been too torn up about losing the next worst thing.

“Daddy issues? Me too,” Cassian joked, pulling her attention back to him. “What is it the kids say these days? You can’t be attractive, have a decent sleep schedule, and have a good relationship with both of your parents. You can only have two out of three.”

“Are you saying you have the first two?” Nesta quipped back, surprising herself. It was fun talking to him in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time, and she found herself wanting to rile him up and see what he did about it.

“Nah, just the first one,” he replied with a smirk. “But if you’re offering to wear me out enough where I can have a decent sleep schedule, who am I to say no?”

“That’s a pretty tall order, Sparky,” she answered, pulling a full-body laugh out of him. “What do you do that you can’t have a good sleep schedule?”

“Guarding the gates of Hell isn’t exactly the most cushy 9 to 5 out there,” he told her dryly, pulling snort out of her. “My other friend at the bar… let’s just say he has a lot of connections downstairs, and Az and I spend a lot of time making sure they don’t come back to bite him in the ass later.”

“And I thought my day job was exciting,” she told him just as dryly while they waited for the crosswalk signal.

Cassian laughed again, showing off his white teeth. “It’s probably more fun than mine.”

“Because reading someone describe a dick as a ‘throbbing manhood’ is surely more fun than downstairs.” Nesta smiled, secretly pleased at the disbelieving expression on his handsome face. “Trust me, there are even worse ones.”

“Hopefully you don’t use any of said worse ones,” he said with a wink before they crossed the street. They rounded another corner before he began slowing in front of a nice-looking building, pulling out his keys from the pocket of his dark jeans. “I don’t think I could take hearing it.”

“Don’t worry, I stick to the classics,” she responded with a smirk. He held the door open for her and placed a warm hand on her lower back, gently steering her through the lobby and toward the elevators. “Assuming you’re worthy of hearing them, that is.”

“I guess you’ll be the judge of that, hmm?” he asked. They were barely inside the elevators before he was using that hand on her back to pull her to him, telegraphing every move so she could pull away if she wanted. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” she answered, letting herself be tugged closer so they could finally get their hands on one another. His skin felt even hotter now that she could feel it up close, and she couldn’t help but moan at the feel of one of those calloused hands cupping the back of her neck. He kissed just as brazenly as he’d flirted with her, and combined with how much sexual energy she could sense from him, it was enough to make her a little lightheaded.

The ding of the elevator as it stopped on his floor was enough to pull them to their senses, and Cassian grinned as he released her with a final kiss to the cheek before motioning for her to go first. Nesta somehow managed not to embarrass herself by walking away from him, although she couldn’t help but smile as he took her hand and led her down the hallway until they stopped at apartment 536.

“Home sweet home,” Cassian announced as they walked through the door. His apartment was nice and big, possessing that lived-in feel without coming across as too much of a bachelor pad. “Make yourself comfortable. You want anything from the kitchen?”

“You’re the only thing I can really eat in here,” Nesta replied, arching an eyebrow at him. “But water’s fine.”

He just laughed before returning to the kitchen, flipping on lights as he went so neither of them were stumbling in the dark. “Be right back, sweetheart.”

Read Part Two Here!

#acotar #acosf #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #moodymelanistwrites #one shot #halloween #succubus!Nesta #demon!Cassian

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noforkingclue · 1 year

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Hi again im the ask from yesterday and wanted to give you the request I had in mind🥲

if it’s okay with you I’d like to request a John Constantine x witch fem or gn reader and it’s where John and reader are long time sweetheart like REALLY long time but John and reader have been in love with each other for so long and have had flings with each other but thought it would be best to cut ties with each other and stay friends until John happened to get with another person and John realizes he’s not happy in his new found relationship and goes behinds his partners back to mend things with reader and to his avail reader misses him to and wants to be with John and so they end up sneaking around until Johns partner eventually catches reader naked in johns bed and freaks out over this but Johns already seen this coming and just ends things with his now ex partner and reader and John basically live happily ever after

Note: requests are currently closed

Thanks for the request anon! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Here We Go Again

Warnings: Cheating

DC tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Said that last time, love.”

“And remember what happened then.”

John lit a cigarette which you swiftly stole. John glared at you and you grinned at him. John rolled his eyes and lit another cigarette.

“Fuck,” he said, “Last one. You owe me a new pack.”

“Don’t change the topic,” you sat up and swung your legs out of the bed, “Fucking hell, this is a mess.”

You pulled the sheets to cover yourself up as you took a deep drag from your cigarette. John moved and wrapped his arms around you and put his chin on your shoulder.

“You love me.” He said

“And you love me,” you replied, “But things tend to go to shit when we’re together.”

“And when we’re apart? Couldn’t fucking think properly without you.”

“Heard you found someone new,” you said and you couldn’t help the trace of bitterness in your voice, “Seems you could think pretty well with them around.”

“Yeah,” John sounded a bit guilty, “But they weren’t you. I tried to get over you but it didn’t work.”

“You did break up with them?”

“Course.”

“Good.”

“Why,” John smirked and pressed a kiss against your shoulder, “Worried about fucking behind someone’s back?”

“Maybe.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve done it.”

“Maybe I’ve changed.”

“Not too much hopefully.”

John pulled you back against the mattress and smiled down at you. You raised a hand and patted his cheek.

“Hope you’re not getting soft on me, Constantine.”

“Around you? Impossible to be soft.”

“Such a flirt.”

“Only for you.”

“What the fuck is this?”

You and John froze and you narrowed your eyes at John. John closed his eyes and grimaced. He sat up and flashed the person standing in the doorway. The look of betrayal was clearly showing on their face.

“Ah,” said John, “Right. This is awkward.”

“John,” you said through clenched teeth, “Who is this?”

“Think you know the answer to that.” He muttered

“So,” the person said, their voice cracking only slightly, “This is her.”

“Her?” you asked

“Had a feeling John was sneaking around with someone else,” they continued as John ran a hand over his face, “Turns out I was fucking right.”

“I thought you said that you had split up with them.” You said to John, your voice laced with venom

“Oh he did,” they laughed, “Fucking yesterday. But guess what? You’re fucking welcome to him. You’re both so well suited to each other.”

You and John flinched as the door was slammed shut. You glared at John and jabbed him on the chest.

“You said-“

“You didn’t ask,” John interrupted, “And it never bothered you before. Don’t act so fucking moralist when you never have been.”

“And you have?”

“Never claimed I was.”

John wrapped his arms back around you and pulled you on top of him. You glared down at him and waved your hand, casting in another cigarette. John reach up for it but you pinned your hands down against the mattress. He smirked up at you and you said,

“Don’t think I’m letting you off that easily.”

“Looking forward to it.”

#fanfiction #dc #reader insert #request #John Constantine #john constantine x reader

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echantedtoon · 5 months

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Blooming Friendships Ch6 The Man In The Moon

It was a quiet night. Except for the chirping of crickets. A gentle breeze swept through the cool air, and stars shone. Even though it was a peaceful night, not everyone was sleeping peacefully. Two eyes were wide awake enjoying the beautiful wonders of nature and all it had to provide to the silent melody of it's mistress the night and all her dark beauty as the world slumbered in her wake. On a normal day it would look so much different. Sunny. Birds singing. The world was filled with the happy screaming of children as they played and couples walked too and from down the paths or having picnics in the sunshine......Or it would have been if this forest wasn't haunted by vengeful ghosts and cursed on top of it. Not that she minded. She loved this forest how it was. If she wasn't living in her own magical hot spot this might've been a good place to live without unwanted attention. Her footsteps only adding to the magical melody taking place from her as they walked along the trees glimmer with dew from that morning fog.. The reflections shining like the stars themselves mirroring walking in some forbidden heaven of the night for them both. The wind blown around her and she shivered rubbing her body against a tree to keep up body heat to not catch a cold. Hopefully it'll work. The light reflected off of her eyes making it seem like they shined brighter than the world around them as she walked about looking past things. The glowing mushrooms and moon above being her only source of light in the darkness as she carried about her. Over her shoulder a bag of magical things like stones, herbs, plants, and other natural magical specialties one could only find right here in this forest. Luckily for her there was plenty to go around.

Subcon Forest was not a place for just anyone to enter and exit as they please. There was a reason these woods had such a feared reputation and was rumored to be haunted. Because it was. By the King Snatcher of Subcon(as he liked to refer to himself) and his ghastly assortment of minions and dwellers behind him as his undead army, anyone who went in NEVER came out which added to the entire terror of it all!!...Well no one except a woman who were currently carrying baskets full of all kinds of cursed plants from within the borders of the ghastly forest that no mere mortal ever dared to come in. ..Besides a select few who had the Ghost King's blessing or who just didn't fear him of course.

"Thank you so much for helping me collect all these ingredients. I swear some times they can be so hard to find. Good thing you know you're way around here huh?," the witch expressed with gratitude as copper eyes smiled over towards the ghost next to her.

Shackles clanked as ever as the crescent headed ghost smiled and placed a hand on his chest. "But of course. I couldn't just let a young lady wonder all by her lonesome here in the dark forest. Snatcher may not see the reason but I refuse to let the one lady who actually keeps me company to be at risk of any danger!"

That earned him a stream of chuckles and a smirk from the witch as she reached out to poke his side. "Oh? What a gentleman.~ Not a lot of woman can say that a ghostly prince walked with them on a moonlit night walk to protect her. If I didn't know better I'd say this was romantic, Moony.~"

The ghost paused letting the words of hers sink in before coughing and looking the other way. "A-Absolutely not! It's o-only right a gentleman escort a lady where she n-needs to go-"

"Relax you old man. I was only teasing you. I really appreciate you helping me find all these herbs. I get lost here so many times it's not funny. Always have to teleport my way out."

"....*ahem* W-Well of course. I'm always happy to lend a helping hand where I can. It's also good to have company for once who I can speak to so easily unlike Snatcher and some other people I know who shall not be named."

She nodded as they continued to walk through the woods. Coming across a small space of abandoned buildings old, worn, and looking like they'd collapse any moment if they even to dare touch them.

"Isn't it getting near morning though? We've been at this for a long time. You might disappear on me into the atmosphere." They passed by a couple of the buildings now. Their voices echoing around the dark buildings and disturbing someone awake in one building.

"Yes. It is. But I would rather stay until I'm forced to leave. I like accompanying you around, and we're nearly to the forest's edge as it is. I'd feel better knowing I can leave you at a safe point-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH-"

As a scream pierced the air both jumped at the sound that sliced through the night's fog like a knife. The scream echoing around, sounding young. Vulnerable. Small. And like a-....The sound still ringing loud and clear as they both stood frozen in their places as it continued. Until they eventually looked at one another as the noise continued.

"I say. D-Do you hear that?"

Hazelle nodded. "I most certainly do." With a turn of her head, she looked towards one building in particular and pointed. "It sounds like it's coming from there." And she started walking towards it.

"H-Hazelle!," Moonjumper warned holding out an arm towards her disappearing form. "Wait! It's not safe in these old ruins! That house collapse on you!"

"Then be my protector and follow me!," she called back not stopping and still walking away from him towards the crying noise. "Sounds like someone's lost. We should help them don't you think?"

Moonjumper said nothing as he watched her before sighing and floated off after her. His shackles clanking as he did. Hazelle was able to disappear from sight before him. Walking into one of the abandoned buildings through a whole in the wall's side most likely from decay from all the years it stood abandoned. And slowly he followed her into it. Inside ..had seen better days to put it lightly. The wooden floors and walls were a dark grey or black from years of decay and being exposed to Subcon's cursed magic. The whole place creaking from the wind blowing, speaking of the wind. It definitely flowed through the entire home making an eerily howling noise as it did. Old furniture broken beyond repair and also decaying by how they looked. He slowly floated out of the big room he went through which he must've guessed must've been a living room judging from the decayed shelves and crumbling fireplace. The fireplace a mere pile of crumbling stones by now. The noise that was present when Hazelle entered no longer having stopped soon when he floated in.

"Hazelle?," he called out looking around the place shackles clanking. "Where did you go, My lady?"

"In here!,'' her voiced called out a few rooms away, "You might wanna come here and see this. You're not going to believe it."

She does know she was speaking to a ghost right? He followed her voice past the room to a hallway of sorts where he passed a decaying and absolutely destroyed flight of stairs. Well she can't be up there unless she teleported her way there. Instead he moved past that towards the nearest doorway where he heard the faint sound of-...Sniffling?? Raising a brow, Moonjumper floated right over to the doorway and looked inside. Hazelle was there alright. The witch's back was to him, and the bag of plants and other things she had been carrying left on the floor. With the way her arms were positioned it looked like she might've been holding something in her arms. Hearing the sounds of clanking shackles the witch turned her head to him and smiled seeing him standing there in the doorway. Before turning around completely with that looked like a blanket bundle cradled in her arms.

"Oh there you are. ...Uh. What is that you're holding?"

"You're not going to believe this."

She beckoned him to come closer with a free hand and as he slowly came in the same sniffling sounds came from inside the blanket. And did that thing just move!? He froze as Hazelle grabbed the edge of the small blanket and pulled it back. And what was inside SHOOK the ghost. A-A-...A baby....THERE WAS A PECKING LIVING BREATHING BABY IN THAT BLANKET!! But strangely that wasn't the weirdest part. The pale skinned boy sniffled and blinked up at the both of them with big purple eyes and dark black hair. At seeing the witch and ghost looking down at him, his head tilted curiously back at them. But that wasn't what was strange. What WAS strange was the fact that his face..Was COVERED in glowing blue markings that lit up his body in the dark. There was a couple of them. Glowing blue lines. One over his nose, two lines under each of his eyes, two jutting up from his chin, and a peculiar swirl like symbol on his forehead. And all were glowing. Even now he could feel the magical aura filing out from this child in the same way Hazelle's magical essence did. Which meant that whoever this child was...He was certainly special. Moonjumper stared long and hard at the child who now seemed calm being in the arms of Hazelle. Before he pointed to him.

"What....is that?"

"A baby. What ELSE would it be?"

"Y-Yes. I know. But WHY is there a baby here?" He looked around the dark and grim looking room. "And in such a sorry state of a house of all places?''

Hazelle shrugged. "I haven't the foggiest idea. You think someone lives here?"

In response to her question Moonjumper gave a careful look around the room. There was ...well nothing here except one or two pieces of old broken furniture. "...Where did you find the baby?" She stepped aside and pointed her free hand down to the absolutely empty corner behind her. THAT empty cold corner in just a blanket? That couldn't be healthy for it. In fact..it doesn't look like anyone's been here for a long time."This house is pretty worn out. Seems like people were living here before Snatcher came in. Or maybe they were still alive when Snatcher arrived and ...you know. He's crazy like that. But no one could possibly be living here. There's no signs of food. No water. Not even a small shelter set up." He looked back down to the baby who nommed on a chubby hand. "And he certainly isn't as old as the rest of the house! Who would leave a defenseless child here!? Unless......" A look of realization struck him as he frowned. "Unless someone left him here on purpose."

....Hazelle shook her head. "I don't know. But maybe he's not abandoned." She waved a finger in front of the baby's face and he latched onto it. "Maybe whoever he belongs to just left him here to get food or something."

"Hm. Possibly. But why not just bring him with them especially in Subcon forest? In fact WHY Subcon Forest? This place is renowned far and wide as extremely dangerous. Unless whoever they were was in big trouble or extremely foolish, I doubt anyone would risk coming in here. More so with an infant!"

"....Well then guess I'll have to wait and find out." Hazelle with that carefully sat down still holding the baby in her arms and sighed leaning her back against the wall to get comfortable.

Moonjumper rose a brow. "You CAN'T be serious."

"Why not? If whoever it was comes back they might need help. Besides, I can't just leave a baby here. Would you?"

"I-...Well no! But what if whoever it is is dangerous? You could be in big trouble."

"Hey. No big deal. I've dealt with both you and Snatcher before. I can take care of myself. Besides you'll just be forced back into the Horizon any minute now. I'll give them twenty four hours. If they don't come back then, I'll ask Snatcher. Maybe he'll know something we don't."

...Moonjumper sighed. "I sure hope you know what you're doing, Hazelle."

Soon the first rays of light hurt the world and as expected Moojumper dissipated into glitchy cubs disappearing back into the green paranormal world of the Horizon. And Hazelle made herself comfortable just sitting back there leaning against the wall, legs crossed, one hand behind her head, and pushing her hat over her eyes to give them a rest from the sunlight. All the while the baby laid snug against her body. At one point she fell asleep for a few hours having been up the night before but being a light sleeper meant she would've heard someone come in and be up in an instant. ...And no one came. Not when the sun came up. Not when the sun hit noon. Not when the sun set came. And definitely not when night fell. And there Hazelle laid patiently in the same position except now that the baby was asleep in her arm safely without a care in the world. Until that is when the familiar sound of shackles came, and Hazelle pushed her hat up to meet the eyes of Moonjumper who had once again appeared before her being night again. The ghost had stood there staring at them, not really surprised to see the baby still with Hazelle. But he had hoped that whoever was responsible for the little tyke would return to claim the baby and even leave the forest. In had been on his mind all day making his metaphorical stomach sink and his worst thoughts were confirmed as soon as he appeared. His crestfallen face mirroring his thoughts.

"Anything?," he asked even though he already knew the answer.

Frowning Hazelle shook her head no. "No one. Not even a ghost. And I've been sitting here on my butt all day."

"Well judging by how he's been found here, he was probably here for longer than you were. Face it Hazelle. No one's coming back for him."

"Timmy."

Moonjumper blinked. "Pardon?"

"Timmy. His name's Timmy."

"And how do you know that?"

Hazelle answered him by pulling a corner of the blanket up for him to look at and embroidered with dark blue thread into the blanket was letters. T. I. M. M. Y. Timmy. "I found this little clue right here."

"You know that might not even be his real name."

She shrugged before carefully pushing herself off the wall and standing up. "It's the only thing we got going for us right now and it's better than calling him 'it'." Well..she had a point. She reached back over and carefully lifted her bag back up and threw it over her shoulder. "Well I gave them a whole day to show up. Now there's just one person to see if they know anything about this here."

"You don't mean-"

"Snatcher yes. You're free to wait back while I go ask him." She said before beginning to walk out of the abandoned house.

Moonjumper watched as she left just floating there before sighing and floating after her. Might as well see how this played out. Too say it was less than ideal was putting it lightly. It took them a little while to get to said purple ghost's tree house and Snatcher was...Well. Irritated and angry as usual, especially seeing Moonjumper there of all people but luckily it seemed that him being thrown off completely seeing Hazelle holding an infant was enough to spare Moonjumper from his wrath. But it was followed by Snatcher demanding what was going on, them explaining the details to him, and then when they asked-....Snatcher. Knew. Nothing. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Turns out there's no traps or minions of his in that area of the forest being so close to the edge of the forest so even if someone snuck in, Snatcher wouldn't have been alerted to any intruders. So someone could've easily slipped in and out without Snatcher noticing they were even there. He didn't even know the child was even there until he was brought to his attention. Which left them nothing, and Snatcher wasn't any help when he huffed and left them with it.

"Whatever. Just get it out of my forest!"

Tch. Typical reaction of Snatcher's, but what was he expecting from him? Which left now him and Hazelle in the presence of the child without any idea where he came from and most likely abandoned, and no idea what to do with little Timmy apparently.

"What now?," he has asked after a while. "We can't just put him back, and Snatcher's no help as usual."

Hazelle hummed letting the now awake baby nom on the edge of his blanket curiously. "I know. It'd be crueler than leaving him alone in the first place. ...*sigh* It's not uncommon for people who're afraid of magic or who just don't want to deal with it to abandon those children I'm afraid. I guess Timmy's just another one of those people with that sad fate."

Abandoned for something he didn't even know or had done. He knew that feeling all too well. This baby and him were practically parallels having been betrayed by people who were supposed to love you and protect you...Now they were all alone...Or- He looked at the small giggling child. Or WERE they? Hazelle blinked as he reached right over shackles clanking and picked up the baby from her arms and turning to cradle him in his own arms...He couldn't change his own fate, but he could certainly change Timmy.

"Well then it's decided. I shall care for him."

"What?," Hazelle asked raising a brow and placed her free hand on her hip. "You can't be serious."

"And why not? I wouldn't mind the company. And as ghosts don't need sleep I can give him around the clock care. Besides, I...I-I've always wanted a child when I was alive."

Hazelle's expression turned to one of pity before she sighed. "I get that. But DO you know how to take care of a baby? Especially one with magic obviously?"

He stammered. "I- Well...N-No. But Timmy's worth the effort and besides...Maybe you could help?"

"Moony. I didn't sign up to become a replacement mother."

"Oh come now Hazelle. I would be doing most of the work anyways. All I need is some help and someone to teach me please?" He held up the giggling baby to him more with a smile melting on his face. "Besides...This might just be what he needs. A loving home with people who know about magic and won't abandon him. Please?"

The witch stared at the ghost for a long moment as some kind of thoughts whirled about her head before sighing. "Fine! But I hope you know what you're getting into."

A bright and fanged smile speared across the old ghost's face before he looked down to the giggling baby in his arms. "Well little one." He offered a hand towards the baby who cooed and looked at it as a string appeared from his finger tip only to gently wrap itself around his small hand. "I promise as long as your under my protection nothing shall ever happen to you again." The baby giggled at the display before looking back up to the smiling ghost. "I promise."

#blooming friendships #a hat in time #ahit moonjumper #ahit hat kid #ahit snatcher #ahit mustache girl #ahit timmy #ahit florist #ahit cooking cat #ahit bow kid #subconites #hazelle

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leophnyx · 10 months

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So I've struggled a bit with differentiating morphing from physical shifting, I've mentioned it before. They both seem to lead into each other in ways where it'd seem silly to differentiate the two... and yet differentiating seems necessary, because fully morphing for us leads to something different from what fully physical shifting would entail.

I also realized that despite experiencing a transformation morph, I'm not really hyped about it in the same sense I am about the physical shifting. Transformations are okay, but the pseudoclinical nature of calling them that, and lack of supernaturality or spirituality really gets to us. Like, for some aspects, such as the muscle repositioning that might occur during one, we're aware that that can be psychological in origin, but it's still just supernatural to us. You know how some witches are aware of the science surrounding witchcraft, but still practice it anyway? Its not because they're "in denial" or whatnot, it's simply because they sense there is something supernatural there. That's how we feel about these things. A few experiences are transformations, but the rest? True supernatural experiences.

And two nights ago I finally figured out why we feel this way.

Morphing can lead into physical shifting in the same way mental shifting can (allegedly) lead to physical shifting, but morphing isn't shifting outright. You know how when Blaze's p-shifting guides were all the rage, people would say "mental shifting is the way to physical shifting", like it was a progression? That's not true, since many therians mental shift without once experiencing any physical effects, but if some do, that indicates that mental shifting helps encourage the animal side enough to come out. But we do it too, just with morphing instead of shifting. This implies that maybe the base is what is different, but the effects are still the same in select individuals.

It's kind of a tricky topic to explain, but basically my thinking is:

In individuals with a therian base, mental shifting (allegedly) leads to physical shifting in some individuals.

In individuals with a vakalomorphic base, morphing may (allegedly) lead to physical shifting in some individuals.

An altered state of mind may lead to physical shifting in some individuals or alternatively, "human" shifting.

Some of the odd transformation-type phenomena we experienced that seem to be either morphic or shifter is a result of being on the cusp of either, aka a transitional state.

We're just a vakalon and a shifter, then. I don't see our transformations as psychological or "unreal" necessarily, and there are plenty of reasons why I'd see my transformations as being real

Here's a graphic to explain what we're thinking, and hopefully not confuse you further:

The human-animal midpoint is where you are currently; in us it's the diode. In a therian, the cyan bar would be non-physical shifts such as mental shifting and phantom shifting, and as their midpoint moves towards animal or human they'd experience associated physical effects. Most will only experience human shifting -muscle cramps, tension, sensory and visual changes- but in those who could go farther they might actually start experiencing effects that seem beyond what most people would achieve, and more in line with their animal self. I theorize that the base (therianthropy, vakalon, etc.) has nothing to do with this, but simply allows for an altered state for a physical shift to happen.

I don't think you need an altered state to reach a physical shift - I've met plenty of shifters who've said they fully shifted without one- but I do think it helps "weaker" shifters. And of course, if you're the psychoanalyzing type you can speculate on the meaning of an altered state for shifters, but I'm not going to today lol.

I think this explains how we're seeing morphing and how it bleeds into shifting. (I'm kinda hoping this helps someone somewhere make sense of their own shifts lmfao)

#horders personal #person: soul #physical shifting #p-shifting #shapeshifting #vakalomorphy #vakalon #morphing #altered states

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writethelifeyouwant · 1 year

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Wait For Me

Summary: Dean wants to blow off a bit of steam on his own, so he leaves Sam to his research and hits up the local watering hole.

Pairing: Dean x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: one night stand, bar hookup, semi-public sex, attentive lover, mutual comfort, touch starved, volume control, dirty talk, praise kink, orgasm control, teensy bit of breath play Word Count: 4,030

Commissioned by: @pink-sparkly-witch

Bingo Square: @j3bingo - “You better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” / @anyfandomkinkbingo - Beggin’ for Thread, Banks

“Don’t wait up,” Dean waves at Sam absentmindedly as he shuts Baby’s door behind him, slapping her on the hood in farewell as he heads into the bar while his brother is still rifling around in the trunk of the car, looking for the library books he needs to return. They’ve been on the road for a few days now and Dean has been feeling a bit too cooped up with Sam the past few nights. Stopping over in this town to look into a case had been more of a whim so they could stretch their legs, and after a day of fake fed interviews and local library research this wasn’t looking like their kind of thing after all, but Dean would be damned if he was just gonna pack up and drive another ten hours with nothing but Sam’s weird serial killer podcasts to keep his mind occupied.

He pushes into the dive bar he’s picked out and breathes in deeply, his frayed nerves immediately settling as his lungs filled with the familiar scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke. He’d never been hooked on smokes, but the smell always takes Dean back to the rebellious excitement of his high school days when he’d been too bored to stay in class and too concerned with looking cool, spending hours under rusty bleachers lighting up with the local stoners and ne’er-do-wells.

Eyeing up a stool that has a healthy amount of empty seats on either side of it, Dean sidles up to the bar and signals to the server, who flashes him a friendly smile as she finishes pulling a pint for another customer. Dean shucks his jacket and tosses it on the seat beside him, getting comfortable as he eyes up the available liquor and debates just how quickly he wants to make himself forget why he’s drinking in the first place. It’s not like he’s got any specific baggage he’s looking to shed, just the standard supernatural crap that they wade through on a weekly basis and the persistent sound of his little brother’s bossy voice in his head telling him he needs to loosen up a bit. Well, Sammy, wish granted, Dean muses as he decides he’ll dive right in with the whiskey and skip the beer altogether tonight.

“What can I get ‘ya, handsome?” the bartender interrupts his thoughts and Dean switches his gaze to inspecting her instead of the whiskey. She has warm, welcoming eyes and a wide smile that feel flirtatious on the surface but Dean’s been in enough bars and hit on enough bartenders to recognise the distance behind her expression. He knows the difference between flirting for tips and flirting for a quickie on their shift break, but Dean’s happy to accept the friendly attention nonetheless.

“Whiskey, rocks on the side–” Dean clears his throat and pulls on his most disarming grin, “–and your name, gorgeous?”

“Any particular label?” She gives him a wry smile as she reaches for two glasses, dipping one into the ice cooler and setting it on a napkin in front of him.

“Dealer’s choice,” he shrugs, popping an ice cube into his mouth while he waits. “But I will be judging your taste behind your back, just FYI,” Dean chuckles as she turns towards the liquor shelf, giving her ass an appreciative once over while he has the chance to do so unobtrusively. He’s not disappointed with the view, but in his distraction, he misses which bottle she selects to pour from.

“Getcha anything else?” the bartender smiles as she slips his drink onto another napkin in front of him.

“Still waitin’ on that name,” Dean raises a brow hopefully but tries to keep his expression neutral and non-lecherous. He doesn’t want to come across as a dickbag. “I’m Dean,” he offers when she keeps her silence for a beat longer.

“Well, Dean,” she leans forward seductively over the bar and Dean has to make a concerted effort not to look down her top at the very nice pair of tits she’s displaying to him. “I don’t usually give my name out before you’ve had enough drinks that I know you’ll forget it in the morning,” she winks, her tongue tucked mischievously between her teeth as she smirks at him. Quick to take the bait, because it now seems like she’s graduated from tip-flirting to actual-flirting, Dean picks up his whiskey and knocks back the double shot in one go, letting the empty glass thunk down onto the bartop and then sliding it back towards her.

“I’ll take another.”

Your eyes flick back over your shoulder for the millionth time since he’d arrived at the bar. Dean. Once again, his golden-green eyes meet yours over the rim of his whiskey glass, his brow furrowed deeply in concentration as he studies you, and you feel a flush burning hotly across your cheeks before you duck your gaze and turn away again. He’s been flirting with you all night, and you’ve been indulging him more than you normally would with most new customers. Typically you only flirted back with your regulars to keep them coming and keep the tips high. You wish that Dean would become one of those regulars, but he’d told you he was just passing through; road trip with his little brother, he needed a night to himself for once, he’d said. You wonder if he would object to alternative company…

The way he was still staring at you so openly suggests that he might be up for it, and god knows you could use a one night stand. Your last boyfriend had been so selfish in bed, hardly ever bothering to make sure you were enjoying yourself as long as he was getting his rocks off. You have a feeling that Dean would be much more…generous. You can’t say why, but the way he carries himself, the way he keeps his eyes on your face when you’re talking and seems to actually pay attention to what you’re saying, even if it’s inconsequential small talk–you just have a good feeling about him. You aren’t looking for a relationship by any means, the last one was still too fresh a wound, but you wouldn’t say no to a decent fuck for once.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean calls from down the bar, and you turn to see him smirking at you with his empty glass raised, indicating he’d like another refill. Typically you would object to strangers calling you sweetheart but you still haven’t given Dean your name, so you suppose he has to call you something. And the way the word sounds in his mouth shoots shivers over your skin. It rumbles out of his chest, sitting low in his register and balancing on the back of his tongue, which flicks out to wet his lips as he keeps his gaze trained on you while you walk towards him to freshen his drink.

You grab the whiskey and pour him another double, setting down the now considerably lighter bottle and turning around to add it to his tab.

“You can go ahead and cash me out,” Dean says from behind you, and your head snaps around to look at him embarrassingly quickly.

“You sure?” Your voice sounds pathetic even to your ears. You don’t want him to go, not yet. Your shift isn’t over for another two hours, and you’d hoped… stupid, you berate yourself. Gorgeous men don’t just drop out of the sky to fuck you and then disappear, you should have known better than to hope.

“Yeah, I know my limits,” Dean chuckles, swirling the amber liquor around his glass and dropping a single shard of ice into it to open up the nose. You can smell the smoky caramel scent wafting towards you as the ice melts. “I want to be able to walk outta here on my own two feet, callin’ Sam to get me defeats the purpose of a night to myself,” he smiles at you with mirth lighting up his eyes, and you’re once again struck by how mesmerizingly gorgeous this man is as you slide him his bill across the counter. He barely glances at the total before grabbing a wad of cash out of his pocket and flipping down a handful of twenties that more than cover the tab.

“Are you always this bad at math, or is that because of the drinks?” You giggle as you pick up enough cash for the bill and turn to put it in the register and retrieve his change.

“Are we not supposed to tip our bartenders anymore?” Dean cocks his head curiously, eyes sweeping up and down your figure as a smirk spreads languorously over his full, whiskey-pinked lips.

Raising a challenging brow at him, you look pointedly at the nearly two hundred dollars still sitting on the bar–the amount of his total all over again–and you carefully pull two twenty dollar bills from the haphazard pile, tucking the bills into your apron pocket. “That’s my twenty percent tip, put the rest back in your pocket before Sam finds me in the morning and has me arrested for robbery.” You let your lips turn up in a smirk as you give Dean your best authoritative stare, which probably neutralizes the effect a bit too much because he shakes his head in amusement, downs the rest of his whiskey, and sets the heavy-bottomed glass on top of the cash with the finality of someone who is used to getting his way.

“My math is fine, sweetheart,” he insists, picking himself up from his barstool and leaning across the counter, close enough that you can clearly smell the whiskey on his breath when he speaks. “And the rest of me is still working just fine, too, if you follow,” Dean’s eyes narrow seductively.

You’re instantly outraged, realizing that he’s hoping the big tip will sway you to sleep with him. Even though you’ve been hoping to do just that, being offered money for it makes you feel disgusting.

“I’m not a prostitute,” you hiss angrily, turning away to leave Dean and check in with your other customers, but a strong hand shoots out and grabs your wrist holding you back. His fingers are long enough to wrap entirely around your arm and still overlap on the other side, and the feel of his skin on yours makes you freeze, your heart speeding up in your chest.

“I wasn’t sayin’ you are,” Dean assures you seriously. “The tip is for your excellent taste in whiskey and the good service.” He pauses, waiting for your eyes to meet his, and you swallow heavily when they do as the heat of his gaze seems to bore straight into your bones and warm you from the inside out. “I don’t pay cash for the other thing, more into a quid pro quo arrangement.”

Slightly puzzled, your head tilts to the side as you consider his words until their meaning hits you. Orgasms. That’s how he pays for sex, making sure it’s reciprocal.

“My shift isn’t over until midnight,” you mumble lamely. It’s all you can think to say, your throat suddenly tight and your tongue dry.

“I haven’t seen you take a single break all night,” Dean counters with a quirk in his brow, lips pursed. You feel your mouth open and close as you search for a flirty answer, something that won’t make Dean think you’re a complete idiot, or worse–a complete prude. You’re not. You like sex. You want to have sex with him. You’re just having a bit of trouble functioning right now because he’s staring at you in a way that makes you feel like your stomach is melting out of your body.

Dean releases his grip on your arm and the skin where his fingers were wrapped around you suddenly feels ice cold without his touch. “I’m gonna go find the restroom,” he clears his throat and gives you a meaningful look. “Seems to me even bartenders should be allowed bathroom breaks.”

“I…” your mouth continues to cockblock you as you can’t think of any words to respond with. You see Dean’s face drop and his mouth draw tight in defeat. He raps his knuckles against the bar in farewell and turns towards the back of the bar in the direction of the restrooms–obviously actually planning to use them before he leaves. As he takes a few steps away, the prospect of letting him slip through your fingers like this spurs you to speak. “Dean!” you call after him, and he turns hopefully, but just as he does someone else calls for your attention from the other end of the bar. Caught between the two men looking at you, your glance back at the customer, then towards Dean again.

“Wait for me?” you say to Dean pleadingly, glancing over your shoulder towards the man calling for you again, and you see a sly smile spread over Dean’s face as he nods and then spins on his heel and heads to the bathroom.

You serve the new customers and check in with the other couple of people scattered around the bar to see if anyone needs anything before you slip away. Looking to one of your regulars–Kyle–you ask him to make sure no one burns down the place while you go around back to get some fresh bottles of liquor, and he agrees amiably with an entirely unsuspecting smile. You thank him and scurry away, hoping that the ten minutes or so you’d left Dean to wait wasn’t long enough for him to change his mind.

As soon as Y/N–that’s what Dean had heard someone at the bar calling her, and he tells himself it’s not that creepy that he was paying attention, it’s perfectly natural considering his line of work that he likes to be aware of his surroundings–gingerly opens the door to the men’s restroom, Dean pulls her inside and slams the door behind her, pushing her body against it as he presses in the button of the lock. There’s no talking, there’s no need, he just dips his head down and kisses her, his hand coming up to the nape of her neck and tangling her hair between his fingers as his other hand settles rather chastely on her hip. Y/N’s arms wind themselves eagerly around his shoulders, pulling him even closer, and Dean takes the hint and presses the bartender into the door with the entire length of his body, his hips grinding against her and probably giving away the fact that he’s already got a semi hiding in his jeans.

Pulling her lower lip between his teeth, Dean bites down experimentally and is pleased when she rewards him with a groan of excitement. Y/N’s chest heaves against his, crushing her tits against him, and at the reminder of their existence, Dean drops one hand to cup around the swell of one of her breasts, kneading it appreciatively beneath expert fingers. When Y/N arches into his touch encouragingly, Dean brings his second hand up under her shirt, pulling down the cups of her bra so he can play with her nipples while he sucks her tongue between his lips. There’s a muffled groan, and Dean realizes after a moment that it’s coming from him–a desperate effort to restrain himself from simply dry humping this girl to his climax. He’s established her willingness at this point, it’s time to move on to why they’re both really here.

Sliding his hands around her waist and down the soft skin of her back, Dean bends at the knee to hook his large hands around the backs of her thighs and hoists her into his arms, whirling them around so he can set her down on the edge of the counter holding the sink. Y/N emits a squeal of surprise at the move, and as soon as he’s got her safely settled, Dean claps a hand across her mouth and makes a shushing sound, holding a finger to his lips.

“You better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught,” he whispers heatedly, and his voice sounds rougher than usual to his own ears. “Can you be nice and quiet for me, sweetheart?”

Y/N nods quickly, her lips pressed together in the universal expression of promised silence, and Dean grins at her, trying to hide his anticipation behind a veil of charm and seduction when he remembers to.

“I know you’re gonna be a good girl for me,” Dean leans in to whisper against the woman’s ear, letting his breath ghost over her skin as he drags his lips teasingly down the column of her throat. Lower down, his hands are undoing the button and zipper on her jeans and helping her lift up so she can wiggle the tight denim down her thighs. He skims his fingertips between her legs and finds the damp fabric he was hoping to, pulling back to watch Y/N’s face as he begins to touch her. “I can feel how good you’re being for me already,” Dean smirks, rubbing the whole length of his hand across the crotch of her panties, using the fabric to add to the friction on her clit. Y/N’s head drops back against the mirror behind her and her eyes slide closed, her bottom lip sucked into her mouth as she tries to hold in whatever sounds she’s desperately wanting to make in response to the sensations Dean is drawing out of her.

When he slides her panties to the side and slips a finger inside her for the first time, Y/N’s composure breaks and she swears loudly. “Fuck, Dean,” she groans, her hips thrusting back against his finger as he brings his thumb up to pet gently over her clit, teasing her as good as he knows how.

“Tch, tch, tch,” he shakes his head in mock disappointment, the tip of his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “That wasn’t very quiet, was it, baby girl?” Dean furrows his brow in a teasing pout and the bartender rolls her eyes at him with a look he finds far too Sam-like.

“How about you do something to shut me up then?” Y/N quips, raising her own brows in a challenge, and Dean has to suppress a chuckle.

“Alright, but just remember you asked for it,” he grunts roughly, pulling her down off the counter with an abrupt yank on her hips and spinning her around so her ass is sticking out towards him, at the perfect height for his cock to sink straight into. With one hand pressing down on the center of her back, Dean rids himself of his jeans with the other, remembering to grab a condom from his pocket at the last moment and releasing the girl in front of him momentarily so he could roll the rubber down his aching erection. He gives himself a few strokes while he presses two fingers back between Y/N’s legs roughly, fucking into her and with a specific target, and Dean is satisfied with himself when he feels her cunt slick up around his hand even more as he massages her g-spot. He wonders if he’ll get her to squirt when she comes on his cock.

Y/N buries her whines of pleasure against her forearms, and when Dean is satisfied with how wet he’s gotten her, he drags his fingers out and uses his other hand to line his cock up with the inviting hole, pushing himself in easily with a stifled groan. Y/N’s sounds of pleasure become a little too loud again and Dean tugs on her hair to force her head up and back, straining her throat and hopefully making it a little harder to get in a breath.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a cock in here? You feel like a fucking virgin, I swear,” Dean growls softly, his words almost getting lost beneath the sound of his hips slapping against her ass every time he thrusts in.

“I don’t want to talk about him,” Y/N pants, keeping her volume down more successfully. “Make me forget about him, Dean, please,” she begs, a high, keening whine getting caught in her throat as he directs his next ingress downwards so he’d rub the head of his cock over her g-spot.

“No problem,” Dean groans, loving the way Y/N is squeezing his cock inside her with every thrust. He can see the muscles in her back straining where he has her shirt pushed up, and he’s pretty certain he’s gonna make her cum any minute. “Think about how good I feel inside you, how close you are already,” he leans further over her back so he can growl against her ear as he grinds against her ass, pushing in as deeply as possible and losing his breath as she flutters around him in a way that’s clearly involuntary–Dean’s been around the block enough to feel the difference.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asks roughly, biting her earlobe and drawing a squeak out of her. It gives him a good excuse to bring a hand up to her mouth and slip his fingers inside to stifle her noises. She sucks greedily on his hand and Dean smirks to himself as he realizes she’s licking the taste of her own cunt off his skin. “God, you’re somethin’,” he moans, smacking his hips against her sharply. “Good fucking girl, cleaning your mess up for me.”

“Mmphm,” Y/N moans by way of response, unable to say more with Dean’s fingers practically down her throat. “‘M, mm-onna umm,” she tries to warn him, and Dean decides that he wants to draw this out just a little bit longer.

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he picks up the pace of his thrusts but changes the angle a little, trying to get his cock in deeper. “No you're not,” Dean pants. “You’re gonna wait for me like a good girl, ‘kay?” A groan of anguish is her only answer, but Dean feels her take a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself and draw back from the edge of her climax. “That’s it baby girl, so good for me, aren’t you?” he croons. “You took my fuckin’ breath away the second I saw this ass, and your cunt is even better than I could have imagined,” Dean babbles, he tends to start running his mouth when he’s about to cum.

“D-eee,” the girl beneath him chokes out around his fingers, her volume climbing to discoverable heights once again, and Dean wraps the hand that isn’t finger-fucking her mouth over her nose, blocking out her air roughly.

“Shh,” he commands. “I’m almost there baby, just let me use this cunt for what it’s fucking made for and we’ll both feel so good. Gonna make you see stars, sweetheart, can feel how good you’re squeezing me, I know you’re so close. You’re being such a good girl, waiting for me like I told you. You don’t have to wait anymore Y/N, but you still gotta stay quiet. I’m gonna take my hands away and rub that little clit because you’ve earned it and I want you to cum on my cock while I fill you up.”

Dean yanks his fingers out of Y/N’s mouth and digs them between her legs, her spit making it easy to speed his fingers over her bundle of nerves, coaxing her orgasm out of her forcefully as the muscles in his thighs seize up and his balls draw tight. When Y/N’s cunt spasms around him Dean finally lets himself go, muffling his groan by biting down on her shoulder as he stills inside of her, his cock twitching as it empties into the condom.

“Fuck,” the bartender swears under him, her mouth pressed against her forearm to stifle her own sounds.

“Worth the wait?” Dean asks breathlessly, a grin already spreading across his face because he knows the answer.

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter I

Hi! Welcome to the first chapter of my fic (I'm very nervous posting this lol). This whole story is gonna be a bit long winded, so hopefully you're all in for the long term, hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from England ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1450

Warnings: Nothing really, just some rain :)

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Go on a road trip they said, it'll be fun they said.

Pluviophile (Definition): One who loves rain; one who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

Lake District, Cumbria, North-West England - Modern Day Earth, August 2022

English weather truly loves to give the middle finger sometimes, especially on a day out you planned for weeks in advance.

But this is England we’re talking about, so despite the already dwindling faith you put in the weatherman, you prepare for every possible element for when you step out the front door.

I was glad I had this in mind when packing for a week trip to the Lake District. Windermere is notorious for giving not one, but two middle fingers, having more rainy days than dry in the year.

‘And today was one of those lovely days,’ I thought, watching as the rolling grey skies grew darker from the curtains of rain hammering down into the soil. Periodically, the shuttle bus would sway slightly from the aggressive wind, creating a silent feeling of unease for the small group of passengers taking the ride to the hostel.

Sensing the symptoms of fatigue from a long trip, I leant my head on the vibrating window, trying my best to ignore the consistent head drilling from both the engine and rain.

Twisting slightly to get more comfortable, I squinted at the foggy glass in attempt to sight see between the streaks of rain racing across my view. At best the only clear thing was my reflection and the stone wall flying past, dangerously close to the bus as it twisted down the narrow road. Everything else merged together into large, blurred masses of green and grey.

Leaning down to pick up and rummage through my bag, I pulled out a small book on glaciers. Kay had practically thrown it at my head once I had proposed the idea travelling up to the lakes. We spent a week packing, with Kay almost bringing down the entire bookshelf trying to find her geography books, that now took up the entire bottom of her rucksack. Sightseeing with your friends in fun, but going with one that will see one (1) rock and spend an hour reciting its origins like Tolkien would looking at a tree is a lot more entertaining and educational.

My drooping eyes looked to the left to see that Kay was still in her shrimp position, headphones on and back hunched at an odd angle with her knees drawn up to prop up the iPad she was drawing on. I decided to leave her be and propped my own legs up, resting the book on my knees as I took out the bookmark and started reading from where I left off, tuning out the murmurs and whispers of the other holiday makers around us.

Around twenty minutes of quiet passed, until the driver up front announced our arrival would be soon, causing a stir as everyone began to gather their bags. Kay still had her headphones on, so I nudged her knee with the book in my hand, waiting as she slipped her headphones off and around her neck,

“Pack your stuff away,” I whispered, “I’ll make sure to get the booking up.”

Both of us began our respectable jobs, Kay making sure everything that had been brought out on the ride was back in its place, whilst I scrolled my phone until I brought up the booking reference.

Considering the rainy weather, we both slipped on our raincoats before slinging the bags over our shoulders, waiting for the bus to slow to a stop. Soon enough, with both hoods pulled up, we squeezed down the aisle along with everyone else and stepped out into the fierce winds and rain.

The sound of the continuous downpour and gravel crunching underfoot filled my ears as I scoured the surrounding area for the hostel. Said hostel was some ways down the winding lane in front of us, nestled within a wide valley surrounded by green, speckled hills smothered with trees, curving down to cradle the small building that stood politely at the bottom. Running from the top of the valley down past the hostel was a small river, threatening to burst at the banks from the onslaught of torrential downpour.

A freak gust of wind and the noise of the shuttle bus pulling away seemed to usher everyone forward, and we began the trudge through the churned up mud and soaking puddles. By the looks on everyone faces, we were all desperate to escape the miserable weather as swiftly as possible.

“Tomorrow better be the light clouds we were promised,” Kay groaned over the noise, face twisting in further annoyance as she looked down to find her shoes and trousers were already caked in mud, “cuz I don’t wanna be stuck in a dingy hostel waiting for all this to blow over.”

I hummed tiredly in reply, agreeing since despite how much I adored the rain, this type of weather wasn’t ideal for hiking up mountains in, no matter how much of an adventure it would be. But tomorrow could wait, since right now, nothing but a warm drink and comfy bed could satisfy us until tomorrow.

After slipping over almost twice, whilst quietly laughing at those who did, we crossed the threshold of the hostel, kicking off our mud clogged hiking boots immediately as to not tread dirt all over the place. We also made sure to give one of the men from the bus stink eye as he trampled past, doing quite the opposite, smearing whatever, wherever, much to the dismay of the poor lady at the desk. Thank god any carpet was yet to appear.

Approaching the desk, I gently placed my boots on the floor as I displayed the booking on my phone to the lady behind it. She reached under the desk and brought out a set of two keys, handing them over. We thanked her politely and wandered further into the building, leaving her with the now nervous man who had finally noticed what was on the bottom of his shoes.

Meandering upstairs and down a few corridors of the small hostel, the door sign eventually matched the key.

“Finally!” I exclaimed in relief, excitedly twisting the key in the lock until I felt a click.

Kay turned to me with a face of exasperation that I couldn’t tell was fake or not.

“13?” She questioned. “Weren’t there at least ten rooms available with a different number?”

“It’s my lucky number,” I stated nonchalantly, using my shoulder to budge the door open. I emptied one hand of luggage onto the floor to flip the light switch. “It’s quite funny watching the looks on people’s faces when I tell them.”

With an amused roll of her eyes, Kay followed in and dumped her own bags on the floor. With light now illuminating the room, we turned to inspect our surroundings.

The room was nothing special, just a plain and simple double bedroom; two single beds; a pair of small bedside drawers sat in between, small lamps on top; two wardrobes pushed against the walls at the foot of each bed; and a few portraits depicting the natural surroundings hung up on the walls.

Like I said, plain and simple.

Tucking my shoes into the corner, I crossed the room with Kay trailing behind and clambered over the creaking bed on the right to reach to window. Gazing out into the valley, I realised the rain had slowed to a stop, now able to make out the details of the thick forest outside. Picking up a key that had been left on the windowsill, I flicked off bits of rust that had begun to form on the metal before carefully slotting it into the keyhole and twisting. Pulling the handle up, I swung open the window, taking a deep inhale as I breathed in the fresh breeze that replaced the stagnant air inside.

After taking in our weeklong view, an hour or so was spent putting away everything we had brought. I had overpacked as usual, so Kay lent me half a drawer, in exchange for the window side. Shoes and wash bags were left by the door since the bathrooms were communal instead of personal.

The remainder of the day was us mostly chilling in our room, taking a couple visits downstairs to explore the rest of the building and eat in the small canteen, before heading to bed for the night.

The next few days trudged by contently as we explored the surrounding area, visiting the nearby towns and returning to our room with a concerning amount of bags brimming with gift shop items. I had gone a little crazy after spotting a shelf of glass animals, if the bag containing half a dozen at the foot of my bed said anything.

However, tomorrow’s plans were different.

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