#it's cold in the top image so she's making clouds

[sungbeam]

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW — act I, scene v

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor, mentions of grief and terminal illness, written in third person pov

▷ word count. 2.8k

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a/n: whenever i come back to this series, i remember how hard it is to write it

SUMMER (RISING SENIORS).

Yn had not sent a picture back to Intak. In fact, she hadn't even opened his messages. Intak couldn't decide which was worse—being left on "read" or on "delivered." Both were equally quite horrible, but as the day went on with radio silence from her end, he continuously had to remind himself that she had responsibilities and a life. She couldn't be at his beck and call, and she certainly wouldn't ever entertain the idea of being so.

But one little text would have eased his mind. Just one, little text.

Intak flopped onto the couch in the living room of his house, the entirety of which remained just as cold and empty as it always was. In a way, the quiet was good because it meant that his father wasn't home, taking with him that thick, haunting presence of his. Intak sometimes imagined that he walked around with a massive cloud of fog clinging to his legs and feet, and that image had engraved itself into his head since he was an adolescent, more so now that his father's murky fog would soon consume Intak in all of those heavy expectations.

He lifted his phone up to catch a glimpse of the time. He would have to leave for that one dance class soon, the one that he and his friends had signed up for together to occupy themselves during the summer. If Intak wasn't forced to take over the company after his schooling, he would be dancing, or maybe even reading shit, like proper literature, and writing poetry about dead older brothers and forbidden friendships with strangers who felt closer to him than his own family.

He was tempted to text Yn just to check in. Something like 'hey bff i'm bored as hell and sad as fuck hbu' or 'miss u and worried about u text me back?' or god forbid, 'i've been trying to imagine what u look like but i have a feeling a picture won't do u justice.' God, he really needed to stop watching those cursed romcoms when he was bor—

Bzzzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz.

Intak leapt out of his skin in surprise.

He reached into his pants pocket to withdraw Jaehyuk's phone. The notifications from Yn came in rapid succession at the top of the screen:

yer a wizard yn!: sorry i went mia for like a day

yer a wizard yn!: smth came up

yer a wizard yn!: cute pic btw :') ig i owe u a pfp too

yer a wizard yn!: *sent a photo*

Intak held his breath, then forced himself to turn away from the phone screen. Was he ready for this? Was he ready for her reveal? This felt like an invasion of privacy, especially with how carefully she kept her identity hidden the first few weeks they'd been texting each other. It hadn't been until recently that Yn had begun to let him learn things about her.

It wasn't like he forced her though… right? It was out of her own want and will. It was her choice and he—

He was going to fully indulge in that.

Intak finally opened up the full chat to view the messages she'd sent.

And lo and behold, there she was. It was a casual selfie, seeming to be taken in front of a window by the way the sun shone over her face in a gold-colored glow. She wore a dark T-shirt with a logo Intak couldn’t quite make out from the way her arms and hair were positioned. In fact, he could only see about half of her face from the way she hid the lower half behind her pulled-up knees. But her eyes crinkled enough that he could see that she was smiling.

The soft smile on his face was a stark contrast to the sharp palpitations of his heart in his chest. Before, he could never imagine the face he was speaking to across the phone—rather, it had always just been a person with blurred features. Now that he could put a face to the name, and the voice, and the character…

Intak saved the picture and set it as Yn’s contact photo. He wondered if he should have even been doing this since Jae didn’t even have a contact photo saved for her. (But now that she had sent it, it wasn’t like Intak was going to resist setting that photo as her contact, especially since it was an excuse to stare at it while he was texting her.)

jae’s phone: that photo is not fair that’s like… half ur face dude >://// /j

jae’s phone: but thank uuuuuuu i KNEW u were cute

He chewed on his bottom lip, quickly adding onto his previous texts since it seemed like Yn wasn’t going to reply back any time soon.

jae’s phone: ik ur the one who suggested swapping photos, but i hope u didn’t feel obligated to. ik u were never super comfortable w sharing personal info abt urself w me, but i’m genuinely really happy to get to know u better

jae’s phone: lol idk y that got kinda sappy ? but i hope everything’s good on ur end!!

jae’s phone: i’ve gotta go to a dance lesson rn tho so ttyl ynieee!!!!

Intak sighed as he forced himself to click out of his and Yn’s direct messages, and to haul his ass off the couch. He had, at multiple instances, contemplated why he felt so attached to Yn. Perhaps it was because she was so close to his brother and this truly was just his own kind of closure. Or it was something else, too.

Yn's eyes burned holes through the notifications that sat at the top of her phone screen. It had been several hours since Intak had sent them, and she knew exactly what they said. She'd even mentally written out and sent several replies, but never physically carried them out. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

The heavy weight that had settled on her chest from a day ago still rested there. Usually, privileged shit Summit kids did to her and in front of her were annoying, but she'd learned to grow thick skin. She didn't know why this time affected her so poorly. Then again, the fact that neither Jongseob nor Shota had gotten over it could have contributed to her own mood, too.

Her brothers in arms had been quiet since then, barely speaking unless necessity prevailed. The shop had never been so quiet before, and even when customers and neighbors came by with a friendly word or joke, they would force a smile onto their faces or a laugh from their throats. She could hear the strain, the grudge and emotions tugging at the corners of their mouths.

"If I had the money…" Yn remembered hearing Jongseob muttering under his breath the night of the incident. She knew exactly what he was thinking then and there. All the bitterness in the negative space.

They'd all grown to have thick skin, but it was bound to crack at some point. They weren't made of steel, after all.

After a long, grueling day at the shop, Yn, Shota, and Jongseob returned to Yn's house to wash up for the evening. The walk home had been quiet, and she'd been itching to reach for her phone and finally open up Intak's messages…

She cleared her throat. "Go get cleaned up and meet me in the living room," she voiced aloud to the two of them as she unlocked the front door.

Jongseob grunted, "Why?"

"We're watching Clueless."

Shota let out a snort as Jongseob threw his head back in a loud groan. "You're shitting me. Any other movie than that one, Yn. We've watched that, like, fifteen times."

With her back still to them, she could let herself smile just a little. All she had been looking for was that reaction from him. "Okay, well, if you can be on the couch in fifteen minutes, then you can choose a different—"

She hadn't even finished what she was saying when the two of them bolted past her, exclaiming at each other as they raced for access to the closest bathroom. Yn laughed under her breath, nudging the door closed behind her with the toe of her shoe. She hadn't even been sure whether or not the two would stay here with her or not since they basically stayed shut up in the old extra bedroom instead of hanging out. Though they would have been in the house, it had sounded like no one else was home.

But now? Yn made her way into the kitchen to get dinner started. Hopefully she could get something on the stove by the time one of them hopped out of the shower. Knowing Jongseob though…

She estimated that it was about five minutes later that Jongseob's elephant stomps sounded down the hall, nearing the living room and kitchen at high speed. Seconds later, a blur of orange and white launched himself over the back of the couch. As she expected, it was Jongseob with that freshly showered glow, damp hair, and a white towel hanging around his shoulders.

Her amused gaze clashed with his, and though his face was pressed into a deadpan, she saw the glimmer in his irises. He told her, "We're watching Star Wars."

Yn grinned. "Deal's a deal, kid."

Right on cue, Shota came sliding into the living room with his dampened locks tied up and out of his face with a Hello Kitty hair tie he no doubt found in the drawers of the bathroom. She wondered how he found stuff like that, stuff that she had ditched so long ago when she was much younger. She raised her eyebrows at him. “I’m starting to think that neither of you actually use soap when you shower.”

“I’m productive when I’m given motive,” Shota replied, collapsing onto the couch next to Jongseob. She could already hear the tell-tale explosion of sound that was the Star Wars main theme.

It was several hours later when dinner was eaten, dishes were washed, and the lot of them were one and a half Star Wars movies in that Yn stared at her notifications again. Intak hadn't sent anything else since those last messages, and there was a distinct feeling of guilt stewing in the back of her brain. At this point, it overpowered any feelings of annoyance or bitterness from the other day's incident. It was always at evening hours when the overthinking started.

Intak had been good to her thus far, though, and it wasn't fair that she took out her annoyance on him. He had done nothing bad—a part of her countered with “yet.”

She could see the start of his messages: That photo's like half your face dude… I've got to go to a dance lesson though so…

It was all completely harmless, and yet, her heart pounded in her chest from not being able to fully read his reaction to her face reveal. Of course she cared what he thought. She chalked it up to the fact that Intak himself was a pretty face, and it was perfectly normal to be self conscious.

Yn raised her head for a moment when she caught a flash of quick movement from the TV, then felt a pair of eyes on her.

While Shota was curled up at the far end of the couch, Jongseob was seated next to her and saw who's messages sat at the top of her screen. The two of them connected gazes; he said nothing, showed nothing.

A different type of guilt rushed into her head.

Jongseob turned back to the screen, and she was back to square one.

The house was quiet by the time Yn tucked her friends beneath quilts on the couch. Her mom had come home sometime between Return of the Jedi and The Phantom Menace, then crashed immediately after disappearing into her room, leaving Yn to haunt the hallways of her house in the dark and silence by herself.

She perched on the edge of her bed with the light of her phone screen illuminating her face. There were those unread messages at the top of her screen again, yelling at her to just take a peak. There was no harm in seeing what he said—but there was. He would see the Read sign beneath his messages and think the worst.

With nothing else stopping her but her own thoughts, she tapped the notification.

The text chain opened up before her in full. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as she expected. He was just being his bright, sweet self here. Her lips pursed into a slight smile as she read over his sappy talk at the end; it was appreciated though.

But now it was a matter of replying.

He probably thought she was busy all day again, but the guilt of “punishing” him for something that people from his community did and not him personally was eating her up inside.

“Ahem.”

She stopped, eyes widening as her head shot up like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. A drowsy Jongseob stood in her doorway with his eyes at half-mast and his mouth widened in a yawn. Sometimes she forgot that her friend was still a kid—that they were all just kids. “Hey,” she whispered to him. “Did I wake you up or something?”

He shook his head and suddenly looked a lot more awake. “The text messages you got earlier,” he drawled, inclining his chin at her phone.

“Oh.” She glanced down at the screen, then back up at him. “Seob, I—”

“He's gonna hurt you, Yn.”

Her chest felt so hollow all of a sudden. What?

He folded his arms in front of himself, cupping his palms under his elbows. Jongseob's eyebrows furrowed together as if in thought or in an attempt to look firm. “He's gonna hurt you like Jae did.”

No, the hollow feeling was because her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. Everything felt like it was falling out from under her with that statement. Yn said slowly, gently, “Jongseob, Jae didn't mean to hurt us. He didn't mean to get sick. He couldn't control it, Seob. You know that that's not fair.”

Sometimes it was hard to not let the anger seep through into blame and misunderstanding. That was just the grief talking. When those thoughts resurfaced, it was just as difficult to deal with the resulting guilt of ever blaming them later on.

Losing someone was just devastating.

Jongseob sniffled though, and she backtracked on her previous thought. But this wasn't that, was it? “Yeah, well—it seems whether they do it on purpose or not, that's all they do up there: hurt people.”

Her mouth felt so dry then, so helplessly wordless. Her throat was just as voiceless. These kids—her friends—had gone through all that pain just as she had. She couldn't blame them most of the time because she knew where they were coming from.

Jongseob poked his tongue in his cheek. “I know you miss him.”

Yn's fingers curled around the edges of her phone, like she could hold onto whoever was on the other side.

“I miss him, too,” he said.

A stinging sensation erupted in the corners of her eyes and she reached up to staunch the tears like they were cuts, and they were bleeding.

“But no matter their intention, a ghost can only haunt,” he muttered. He let that thought simmer for a second before citing his source, “Got that one off of Pinterest.”

The last comment made a laugh sputter out of her mouth, wet but touched. She sniffled at the same time he did. “I was gonna say,” she said, her voice watery, “when'd you get so smart?”

“I've always been smart,” he scoffed. He exhaled, still lingering on the threshold before waddling over to where she was perched on the bed. Awkwardly, he brought his arms around her upper body and gently patted her back. “Is this helping?”

Yn wrapped her arms around him to reciprocate. “Yeah.”

“Thank god.”

A ghost can only haunt. Maybe it was how fast it had all happened that none of them really got proper closure or got to say goodbye. They would never get a chance to see him ever again, to tell him they felt something for him close to love, and enjoyed his company despite his being from the Summit. There was no chance they'd be invited to the funeral, and there was little possibility of ever visiting his grave. There were only memories and a phone number.

One day he was here, and the next… well the next, Yn was texting Intak. Was this history repeating itself, or would this ending turn into a new beginning entirely?

When they both pulled back from their embrace, Jongseob poked her cheek. “You know I never know what to do when you cry, right?”

She reached up to swipe her palm across her dampened cheeks. “Yeah. You did good, kid.”

That made the corners of his mouth curl up a bit. “I just don't want this guy to be another reason you cry.”

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Same For You (5) : Changing Roads

Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...

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a/n: here it issssss as promise.... managed to sort out the timeline error i made, part 6 is ready to post and by god its a good'n, i'll be posting it once this has 100 notes. Let me know what you think :) thank u for all the support so far, i love you all! - Lou

Her dark green guitar sat in its case as she carried it down the streets of London, eyes flicking in-between her phone and the cobblestones below her. She was trying not to trip over her feet as she walked faster than her feet would usually allow her. It was cold in London, but the sun was cutting through the clouds, soft rays hitting the ground below her, illuminating the dark stone floor. Crisp leaves of orange and brown and yellow, gently glided beneath her as her feet moved. When her shoes would fall against them they'd make a delightful crunch and she'd unknowingly smile at the sound.

Her phone rings in her hand, she smiles as she reads the name Matty put in her phone, rolling her eyes and reminding herself to change it (if not just to annoy him) she quickly picks up.

"Everything okay love?" She hears on the other side of the line, he sounds worried and she pulls the phone away from her ear, checking the time.

Shit, she was 15 minutes late.

Her happy bubble that this time of year created burst around her and pressure and anxiety crept in.

"Yeah yeah, um all good....I'm so sorry, I'm running late, I thought I'd walk instead of getting an Uber but... I'm a bit lost" she says, looking around her, trying to find something that would tell her where she was.

"Hey love it's okay. Just breathe okay? Send me your location, I'll come find you" he says. He finds her just over 5 minutes later, and she feels her nerves ease when she sees him.

He's dressed the most casually she's seen him so far, adorning a pair of black jeans and a black knit jumper, his hair not tamed by gel and sitting unruly on the top of his head. Of course he has a fag in hand, smiling as he walks towards her, he throws the cigarette to the floor a few steps away from her, opening his arms when he's closer.

She places her guitar case down and steps into his arms, sighing happily when he hugs her tightly. Her eyes squeeze shut, just wanting to be present with him, to be swept away in Matty, shutting the world out for a few moments.

"Hi sweetheart" he says, pulling back when he's done hugging her, still holding onto her shoulders gently. She wears a pair of blue wide leg denim jeans and she's wearing his hoodie under a long leather coat, which makes him smile widely. His mind floods with images of her, in his house, adorning that same hoodie or one similar, in his mind he's able to step forward and pick her up, her legs would hook around his waist as he spun her, she'd giggle and she'd pull away, and maybe... maybe she'd lean down and kiss him.

He forces the thought to the back of his mind, reminding himself that he couldn't think that way. It doesn't stop him from saying part of what was on his mind.

"Well don't you look adorable" he says making her smile. She looks down at the jumper, hands moving to tug at the hem of it.

"I figured wearing it was easier than carrying it" she explains and he nods. He watches as her eyes flick to his hair and she shows a toothy grin.

"I like this" she reaches her hand up to his hair, palm flat as she moves it across his hair, making him chuckle. She was surprised to feel how soft his hair was. He simply smiles, he doesn't thank her, his smile says it for him.

"Studio is this way, the guys will be joining us a little later" he says and she nods, he picks up the case for her, leading the way to the studio. The trip there isn't too far, a few twists and turns away and they're walking up the steps of the studio. Matty types in the code, allowing them into the building and he leads her upstairs into their own private room.

"I can take your coat if you'd like, it gets quite warm in here" Matty extends his hand, hoping she'd give it to him so he could see her clad in his jumper again. He can't help but smile widely as she slips it off and hands it to him, quickly retrieving her phone from the pocket before he takes it away.

He's in awe of her as she walks around the room, mumbling the name of the items, even the makes of some, standing before the microphone and gasping. He's entranced by the way he hair drifts behind her, as if it is failing to catch up with her movements. He finds the way her face holds a cute little smile endearing. He looks at her and he feels like he's known her for a lifetime.

"This is some fancy shit" he laughs at her words, coming to stand closer to her, overwhelmed by the way her scent occupies all of him, all his senses and the deep corners of his mind, she creeps in with it, seeping into his pores without an ounce of knowing... Unaware that she's doing it. But by god does she do it. She takes up all of him, and the guilt that befalls his being is too much of a burden to carry, so he pushes it down slightly (a lot), with the argument that he will deal with it later. The thought of how Ross would feel about this can be dealt with later. He knew his best friend and it was obvious he fancied her.

Did that make him a bad friend? He thinks, later he thinks.

"We only work with the best of the best here... Present company included" her eyes find his and almost glisten under the lights, taking his breath away. His eyes flick to her lips... No Matty.... Don't he thinks.

"Careful Matty.... I might think you're flirting with me" she wishes she would think before she thinks, they were the same that way. They acted on impulse sometimes.

I am, he thinks

There's a moment of silence from the man, a moment where she thinks she's nearly fucked it, but then he's laughing and she's smiling and everything returns to normal.

"Seriously though Matty, this stuff is impressive" she says, walking over to a piano that was positioned in the corner of the room.

"You play?" So far he had only seen her play guitar and he wouldn't have been surprised if she was multi versed.

"I do yeah... My big brother taught me when I was like..." She pauses, fingers drifting along the keys but not pressing down, eyes flicking up to Matty who was standing directly in front of the piano now.

"Four?" She questions, sitting down on the stool as her fingers finally press down on the keys and she plays a familiar tune. He chuckles and rolls his eyes as she begins playing 'The 1975' off of their recent album. She laughs and her fingers halt on the keys.

"Kidding kidding..." She then begins playing another familiar song, another one of theirs, "Mine". He watches her as her fingers move effortlessly across the ivories, gently caressing the keys as if they'd break if she'd apply more pressure. It somehow made the sound ring out more peacefully, a song that he wrote and already thought was quite sweet sounded sweeter when played by her.

Her eyes find his and she pauses, smiling a shy smile up at him, tucking a piece of hair that had slipped in front of her eyes behind her ear.

"Do you know my entire discography off by heart darling?" He says, voice full of awe and wonder. Eyes just the same. The pet name has her blushing and her mouth opens slightly before she forces herself to shut it again and answer his question.

"Maybe..." She says, giggling after her words have rung out, making him smile widely, a small crease appearing at the side of his lips on his cheeks, and his eyes almost sparkling.

"Sing me one of yours..." He leans against the edge of the piano, placing an elbow on the surface as his head fits into the palm of his hand, eagerly awaiting for her to play something. He looks like a kid like this, the sight makes her heart ache, she wish she knew him when he was younger, despite it being impossible given the age gap. She couldn't help but think they would've gotten along even as kids.

"Okay well... This is something I wrote with Jay, our drummer" she reminds him, Matty nods. The truth is, although he was sometimes forgetful,he wouldn't forget a single thing she told him, he couldn't, she had captivated him.

"Do you write with him a lot?" Matty asks out of curiosity.

"Not really... I mostly write on my own... Sometimes Clara and Abbie will help me with a verse or two. I prefer writing alone" she explains and Matty can't help but let out a little "oh" at the revelation.

"Why's that?"

"Less scrutiny I guess... It took me a lot to get to the point where I don't scrumple up the pages and throw them away... My lyrics make me cringe sometimes" Matty laughs as she does, not able to help the sound that comes from him, not when when she's laughing. Then he realises she's deflecting again and he frowns.

"Okay show me" he says and she begins playing a song. It's a simple melodic structure, quite bare and vulnerable. But he feels it doesn't need much else apart from that, not when she closes her eyes and begins to sing. Matty hears the door open and swings his head around to see Ross.

He's early.

He places a finger against his lips and ushers him inside. The tall man tries his hardest to walk quietly, flinching when a floorboard creaks. But y/n is too engrossed in her song to hear.

"I was a child of the night, Praying for a guiding light, Living in a world of black and white , I wish for the day that I might, Be set free and allowed to take flight" she sings, her voice is almost ethereal as she sings, it's almost as if she transcends to something more when she sings and they're more enthralled by it.

"The sky is turning grey, The stars begin to fade away, On the wings of yesterday, We are all condemned to fate, There's no hiding place in your grave" she finishes, fingers halting on the keys and eyes slowly fluttering back open. She almost swears when she sees Ross standing next to Matty.

"Wow" they both say in unison and she blushes deeply.

"Hi to you too" her words are directed at Ross and he smiles down at her. Her heart is picking up at the sight of him, and there it is again, Ross, taking over her entire being. Her eyes fall to those hands and she struggles to tear them away.

"That was amazing, really beautiful" his words have her blushing deeper and she looks away, feeling exposed under the both of their stares.

"Thanks" she says awkwardly, standing from the piano, walking towards the man.

"Hi" he says, looking down at her and placing his arms around her shoulders for a quick hug. They pull away far too quickly for either of their liking, but what with Matty staring at them, it had to be done.

"So what did you think Matty?" She ask, turning back to the curly haired man who still stands, mouth agape.

"I don't think it's going to get better than that... I think just the piano and your vocals is all that track needs" he says, his producer brain taking over and making her laugh.

"It was beautiful y/n" he then says, making her smile.

Her phone rings from where it's tucked away into Matty's jumper. Ross' attention is then drawn to the fabric, unable to help the unsettling jealousy that runs through his body.

"Hi Ab" he hears her say.

His eyes flick back to Matty, who takes in his best friend's look and frowns, mouthing a (maybe feigned) innocent "what?" to the man.

Ross simply shakes his head, looking back to Y/n who is talking on the phone.

"Oh really?" Her eyes flick to the guys and she pulls the phone from her ear "apparently Abbie, Clara and Jay ran into George at some coffee place, they're round the corner" she explains the both of them nod.

"Okay... Perfect... See you in 5. Love you bye" she says, hanging up after that.

"I'll go down to let them in, need a fag anyway" Matty explains, leaving the bassist and y/n alone. She walks over to her guitar case, unzipping it and carrying it over to a leather sofa in the studio, placing it in her lap.

Ross is still standing in the centre of the room and she can't quite sense how he's feeling, but his eyes are trained on her. She taps the space next to her, smiling up at him. He comes to join her then, watching as she tunes the guitar easily.

"Pretty guitar" he says.

"Thanks... My brother brought it for my birthday about 6 years ago" she explains "I had a light blue one before that... Still have it actually, just prefer this one... Feels more special to me"

"Seems like you're brother is quite the musician himself then" Ross says making her smile.

"Practically taught me everything I know... Apart form bass... As I said before... couldn't hack it" she says, strumming the strings to make sure it was in tune.

"I remember... Tiny hands" he says making her laugh again, his hand brushing against hers but not holding it. He couldn't.

"Is he good? Your brother?" He asks.

"Why? Scared he's better than you Macdonald" she teases. She doesn't feel a pang in her chest when she speaks about him, not like she used to.

"Never" she laughs at that, tilting her head back. He swears his heart skips a beat at the sight, her hair wafting against her shoulders and sending a wave of her scent his way. She smelt like vanilla and orange blossom and coffee and white flowers and fresh linen and something he couldn't pinpoint. Something he had never smelt before, something so uniquely her and he was addicted.

"Yeah he's great, taught me how to play piano and guitar... god awful voice though" she says, joking and making him laugh again. She swears she'd do anything to make him laugh, anything to watch the way his eyes crease and those dimples appear.

"We can't all do it all like you y/n" he says making her roll her eyes.

"Don't flatter me Macdonald... Give me your bass and I'll show you how bad I can be" a deafening silence rings after that as they both take in her words. Words that really didn't mean to sound so... Sexual. His mind clouds with sinful images, images of her, mouth agape, head thrown back, him in-between her thighs as her nails claw his back.

She can't help but imagine her on her knees for him, looking up at him through her lashes as he grips the back of her head. Considering the amount of times she had told herself that they couldn't, her mind clearly had other opinions on it.

Their mouths fall open for one second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds. Before they're both clutching their stomachs as they laugh loudly, willing away the unholy thoughts they were previously having.

"I swear' she says in-between their laughter "I did not... Mean it to come out like that" the door swings open and the people at the door stare at them like they're crazy.

They try to calm themselves down, breathing heavily in an attempt to halt their laughter.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry" she says, finally managing to stop laughing and stand up to greet her bandmates.

"Hi" she says as she hugs them one my one. Clara and Abbie look over her shoulder to find Ross', raising their eyebrows up at y/n before she hugs them both.

"I've seen you've met Matty and George" she says and they all nod, Clara and Abbie both wiggling their eyebrows at the girl.

"That just leaves..." She begins, turning her body slightly to make way for Ross, but then he's right next to her, one hand on her back and one reaching out to shake their hands.

"Ross... MacDonald, lovely to meet you" he says, shaking their hands.

"You too mate" Jay says, smiling widely at him which shocks y/n. She shares a knowing look with the other girls and they shrug.

"Is Hann not here? Sorry... Adam" they hear Abbie say making them all chuckle.

"No, he said he'd be happy to help on any guitar bits if needed, but I think we've got that covered don't you?" Matty asks and Abbie smiles at him.

"I like you already" she says, stepping forward to clasp a hand around Mattys shoulder.

"Let's get started then" they all find a comfortable position round the room, talking amongst themselves for a few minutes.

Y/n watches as Jay finds his place behind the drum set they have set up in the studio and she feels happy when she sees George stand with him, watching as he does a few fills. Y/n can see that George is impressed and she smiles proudly.

When his eyes meet hers she mouths an "I know right" and then turns away from the both of them, allowing them to talk among each other and get to know each other more. Eventually Jay lets George take his place and show him a few things and y/ns eyes flick up, shocked that he's allowing it.

"That is not like Jay" she says aloud, Abbie and Clara agreeing. Matty and Ross both look at the girls confused.

"You'll understand when you get to know him..." They hear Abbie say as she tunes her guitar.

Y/n watches as Ross moves over to Clara and she hears them talking about bass stuff. She can't help but smile and feel thankful that so far this is going well.

She places her guitar down to remove the hoodie, now far too hot with all the people in the room, Matty pouts at her from across the room and she chuckles and she shakes her head, throwing it at him and making him laugh, the pout falling from his face. She's now adorning a simple black tank top and Ross' eyes can't help but drift over to her.

He literally has to shake his head to get his mind out of the gutter (again) but she notices and sends a smirk his way making him chuckle and shake his head again.

Her eyes are back on her guitar and she closes them for a second "get your shit together y/n" she thinks "you're working with them now, you can't keep doing this" she thinks.

"Ready"? She's pulled out of her own thoughts when a hand lands on her shoulder, she looks up to see Matty and she nods up at him.

They begin to talk through different things, y/n and the band show them some more songs and Matty, George and Ross give their input. Some ideas are loved, some are welcomed and some are discarded straight away with a laugh. They begin working on the song Ross remembers reading when he and y/n went and got coffee.

He learns that they titled it "changing roads". It's the first track they work on together and by the end of the day, it's recorded in its entirety, all edits made.

"Think that's the quickest we've ever finished a track before" Matty says, slumped against the black leather sofa. At some point Y/ns band slowly filtered out, having to attend their shifts at their day jobs.

"You know after this is released they're going to have to quit their jobs" she hears George say, making her smile widely.

"Hold your horses G... Don't get our hopes up" she says and she smiles, liking that she called him his nickname but also smiling because she didn't realise how amazing they were.

"I should really get going... Got a girlfriend to see" George says, standing up from his place on the floor, he walks over to her and she stands, meeting him for a hug.

"Don't forget how amazing you are... Also Charli wants you to come over for dinner" she smiles and hugs him again before he's leaving.

"Okay" she says happily, nodding up at him. He then leaves, leaving Ross, Matty and y/n.

Matty places a pair of earphones back on his head and asks her to click play again, wanting to hear the track once more. She leans over the sound board, clicking play, from where Ross sits,he snaps a picture of her and then of Matty.

She places another set of earphones over hear ears, moving to sit next to Ross who drapes his arm over the back of the sofa, where she sits.

The three of them listen together, all smiling sleepy little smiles as they listen to the track. She listens to herself sing and for once she's impressed by the sound of her voice, and the harmonies the band offer.

"You'll never stop these changing roads. This is the way our story goes" she hears Matty sing making her look over at him. His hands are crossed, held in-between his open legs.

"This is really good" Ross says, both y/n and Matty's head flicking to him, they both nod, they all smile.

She feels her stomach flutter, butterflies erupting. What was she doing?

© all lyrics are written and owned by yours truly (let's ignore the fact they're not that good but yeah) no stealing hehe

(6) The Dinner

#the 1975 #ross macdonald #matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald fanfic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald the 1975 #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagine #matty healy oneshot #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x oc #ross macdonald x oc #the 1975 fan fiction #same for you the 1975 series #the 1975 series

[bradshawsbitch]

flightless bird | bradley bradshaw x reader

masterlist | ko-fi

hehe, happy valentine's day! surprise! it's a bradley-tastic holiday with lots of smut. this is part two to my fic songbird.

summary; after spending a week in a snowy cabin, rooster finds himself deployed over the holidays and well in to the new year. with the help of nat, maybe he can still make your valentines memorable?

warnings; 18+ explicit smut, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, songbird universe, yearning, frantic, pussyjob, cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, shower stuff, fingering, l-bombs, food mention, dd/lg(?), sleepy sex, pussy spanking, choking, hair pulling, cunnilingus, blowjob.

word count; 8.3K

tagging people who might like; @mak-32 @roosterforme @roleycoleyreccenter @theharddeck @lt-bradshaw @rhettabbotts @hangmanbrainrot @laracrofted @mothdruid @notroosterbradshaw

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The week spent in the snowy cabin with you before the holidays had been just what Bradley had needed. A week where he could curl up in front of the fire with you, stay in bed during cold mornings watching snow whirl outside the windows - nights spent hearing his name sighed from your lips as he loved your body.

It felt extra special seeing as Bradley had been called out on his first out of the country mission the day after Christmas. For once, he had requested to not get put on lengthier operations, and had asked to spend the holidays state-side. However, as it was, not all requests could be accommodated - and he knew that after the dagger squad was formed, many of their new found skills in the air were coveted. 

Which meant that his contact with you had been minimal. He managed to snag a video call for New Years, his eyes raking over your dolled up form as you blew him kisses, a tear rolling down your eyes as you smiled and said you missed and loved him. But other than that his superiors were quite strict about contacting home.

It was now the beginning of February, and Bradley was starting to lose it just a little. He would spend hours in the gym, enjoying the distractions they could provide him, letting out the steam that his mind plagued him with. It felt like every time he closed his eyes, the image of your blissed out form on top of his abs softly mewling his name played again and again. His gruff groan resounded in the small gym as he lifted the weights with more force than before, needing to shake the image from his head before he lost it. 

It felt weird, spending so much time in such a cramped space again. The body and mind quickly got accustomed to space and the luxuries of being on land - and his claustrophobic little bunk didn’t exactly give him peace of mind to… take care of his problems. Especially not when his bunk mate, Growler, most likely had freaking sleep apnea or something. Damn the man snored loud. So now, after six weeks of grueling night flights, paired with snoring bunkmates and the tantalizing thought of your voice, your face, your embrace and body - Bradley felt like he was on the brink of insanity. He needed to come home to you. He needed you. 

Sighing heavily, he trudged through the narrow corridors of the ship he was on, making his way to the small space reserved for showering. He’d spent the whole night in the cockpit, navigating as the stars twinkled happily back at him. Some constellations reminded him of you, in the way they would form a particular shape that would remind him of one of the scars or spots he’d loved during your time in the cabin.

Bradley knew you’d strangle him with your bare hands if he ever confessed that he thought of you when he was supposed to be focusing on navigating his jet. The thought made a small smile quirk on the corner of his lips. He could almost hear your scolding voice, reprimanding him and saying something along the lines of ‘keep your eyes on the road, Bradshaw! or… well, the clouds or whatever it is you watch!’ 

Even imagining your voice sent a stitch of longing through his chest. Seeing as this was not a ‘long stint’ as one admiral had expressed (Bradley had grumbled below his breath at that), he hadn’t heard your voice since New Years, and that was the longest Bradley had gone without hearing your sweet voice saying his name since he met you. It felt like torture, and he had been working since mid January to make it possible for him to deliver a surprise to you. 

Bradley was relieved that during the time that you’d been in a relationship, you and Phoenix had found a friend in one another - often spending nights gossiping and painting your nails or whatever girls did together when Nat was home. It made it easier for her to help him arrange this surprise for you.

Stepping under the spray of lukewarm water, Bradley groaned softly, letting his eyelids flutter shut as water ran across his face. He couldn’t wait to stand under the warm water at home with you. Sighing heavily, he finished up his shower quickly heading off to get some sleep. Soon, he would be putting his plan into action.

Natasha had been absolutely relentless all week. You had suggested that maybe the two of you could spend Valentine’s together, but she just shook her head, revealing that she had a date with a pretty girl she had met at a cute little coffee shop in downtown San Diego earlier this year. She had, however, spent the day before the fourteenth going to different lingerie shops with you - hinting at sets you could buy for when Rooster made it home. The notion just made you feel a sad, longing ache for your boyfriend. Shaking your head, you told her that maybe you’d get a set when the time for his homecoming was a bit closer. 

“C’mon, doll” Nat had taken to calling you many of the terms of endearment Bradley did when he wasn’t around, knowing you missed hearing them when he wasn’t home. “Maybe Roos will be able to sneak in a little video call during the day? I would hope his superiors aren’t completely heartless?” Natashas raised brow and tilted head had you furrowing your brows slightly. She was right. What if Bradley managed to get a video call slot? The thought immediately brought a smile to your face, and giddy excitement filled your every pore. 

“Nat! Wouldn’t that be amazing?” you didn’t want to get your hopes up, but if he did manage it, you sure as hell wanted to treat him with a mighty fine visual. You had honestly had such a hard time ever since Roos had left - your fingers and toys just couldn’t compare to him, and more often than not your tries would only end in frustrated tears and unsatisfied feelings. 

Phoenix smirked softly at you as you dragged her along now, looking at different bras and sets of various intricacies. Licking your lips you looked at a fairly simple set - Bradley was a simple man, and you knew that more than anything, he just wanted to see your body. You weren’t too comfortable wearing too many garters or complicated get-ups with ribbons twisted all around your body. In the end, you chose a simple red bra and panty set that looked good against your skin, cute little red hearts dotting it. 

The rest of the day was spent plotting with Nat, giggling and speculating as to what would happen on her date tomorrow, and if Bradley would be able to call you. Going home and going to bed that night, you felt warm and happy for the first time in a while, the set sitting ready for you to wear tomorrow - not knowing what time Bradley might be able to get a call in, you figured you’d just wear it for the duration of the day. 

As darkness fell, you sat by the kitchen table, a small pout on your lips. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, but Nat had been so convincing in her ideas about Bradley calling you. Stomach growling, you just sighed softly - you didn’t really feel like cooking today, perhaps you’d just have a sandwich and go to bed. Just as that thought entered your head, your doorbell went off. Furrowing your brows, you went to open the door. A man stood outside the door, a large bag of food in his hands. 

“Delivery for you, ma’am,” he spoke, and you shook your head. “I think you have the wrong house, I haven’t ordered anything.” the man only smiled.

“Nope, got clear instructions from a Natasha Trace that this was the right house, and she said you might be a little confused,” that made you laugh softly, accepting the bags from yours and Bradley’s favorite restaurant. As the door closed again, you couldn’t help the tears that accumulated in your eyes - Nat was truly the best friend a girl could ask for. She knew you so well. 

Unpacking the bag, your eyes widened at the sheer amount of food. Both yours and Bradley’s favorite dishes, along with a bottle of wine, and chocolate covered strawberries. Furrowing your brow, you reached for your phone, about to text ‘Nix and ask her why on earth she had ordered for a whole army, when you heard keys being inserted to the door that you’d just locked.

“Natasha? Aren’t you supposed to be on your date? If this is you coming over to confess your undying love for me, I’m sorry but–” your tone had been teasing, a smirk playing on your lips as you made your way towards your front door to greet her - seeing as she was the only one with the spare key to yours and Bradley’s home. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, doll,” you stopped dead in your tracks, a gasp tumbling from your lips as your eyes widened in shock. 

“Bradley?” your voice quivered, along with your lower lip as you took in the form of your boyfriend, standing in your hallway, his khaki uniform stretching deliciously over his upper body. It was not that tight when he left, and the thought of your boyfriend’s body getting even more toned had your insides buzzing with need. 

“Hey, baby,” he smiled softly, it looked as if his whole body had relaxed as he heard his name rolling off of your lips. His arms had spread wide, inviting you into his embrace. You didn’t need any more convincing, and you surged forward jumping into his arms, soft happy noises leaving you without you being actively conscious you were making them - Bradley’s name falling from your lips over and over again as you kissed at his face. A low, rumbling groan resonated deep within Bradleys chest as he wrapped his strong arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head as he squeezed you tighter.

“God, baby… I’ve missed you,” he groaned, burrowing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. 

“How are you here right now, Roos?” your legs were wrapped around his waist now, and Bradley’s hands had settled underneath your thighs to hold you in his embrace. Your hands had found his face, cradling it as your eyes roamed happily over his beautiful face, taking in all of his features greedily. 

“I pulled some strings, contacted some people,” Bradley joked, smirking softly up at your elated face. 

“Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw…” you spoke jokingly, almost reprimanding in your tone, and to your surprise Bradley groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Don’t say that to me right now, doll,” he growled, surging forward to attach his lips to your neck. A breathy moan rolled past your lips as your fingers moved to tug at the short hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Bradley,” you spoke breathlessly as his lips left kisses and licks to your exposed throat “food, Nat—” Bradley broke away from your neck, smiling that lopsided smile you loved so much “I know baby, I had her help me make sure you were home,” blinking a couple of times in disbelief, laughter bubbling in your throat, and the way Bradley smiled at you like you hung the moon had your body heating up slightly. 

“Rooster,” it seemed as if you couldn’t get enough of saying his name, almost wanting to make sure he was real - his name carried such emotion as you uttered it, tears gathering in your lashes, threatening to fall as you took in the adoration in Bradley’s amber eyes.

Slowly, he released the hold he had on your thighs, gently letting your body slide down his own until your feet were planted on the floor again. His large hand moved to cradle your cheek, his thumb slowly soothing the tear stained skin.

“I missed you,” you whimpered, and Bradley nodded, furrowing his brows as he leaned down, his other hand swiftly moving to your neck before his lips connected with yours in a searing kiss. Bradley inhaled sharply, a soft moan slipping out as he moved his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly licking at your lips - loving the way you yielded to him, his tongue stroking languidly against yours.

Your hands, that were planted on his chest, fisted the material of his uniform in your fingers - tugging slightly as Bradley pulled whimpers and moans from you as his tongue caressed yours, as he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, as his teeth gently nipped and tugged at it. 

“Fuck” he swore, voice raspy as one of his hands moved to grip tightly at your hip, the other reaching into your hair. A breathless gasp left you, knowing what was to come. Rooster pulled away from you slightly, smirking at your obvious reaction before his fingers slowly closed around your strands, enjoying the way your breathing instantly picked up in anticipation. 

“My pretty baby,” Rooster cooed as he finally tugged softly at your strands, and the desperate cry that spilled from your parted lips made a drawn out groan rumble deep within his chest. “Bradley,” you whimpered, eyes filled with desperation as you looked up at him - you needed him, needed to feel his skin against yours, needed him to hold you, to make you feel safe. 

“I know, baby,” he murmured softly, tilting your head back to let his lips attach themselves to the sensitive skin of your throat. “I know,” he mumbled again as you gasped at the sensation. “I haven’t been–” you struggled to get the words out, your whole body felt like it was on fire at your boyfriend's touch “You–” licking your lips, you tried to gather your scrambled thoughts.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” Bradley murmured, letting his thumb stroke along your jawline, up to your cheek and then settling on your chin, his large hand holding it gently, tilting your face up to gaze into your starry eyes. “What’re you trying to tell me, sweet baby?” his voice was like honey, dripping over your senses and making your mind hazy. 

“I– they– my,” you whimpered, frustration filling you and tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to find the words to express how much you needed him “Aw, baby” Bradley cooed as his large form towered yours “Are you trying to tell me your small fingers haven’t been enough, hm?” your eyes widened at his words, nodding eagerly, a soft whine leaving your throat as you pawed at his chest, needing to get this stupid uniform off of him. 

A soft chuckle made his chest move slightly, making you feel all the more how much more defined his pecs were. Your fingers moved to work at his buttons, and he smiled fondly down at you as you fumbled a little in your eagerness - finally managing to get it undone enough to tear it over his head, exposing his broad shoulders and large, muscular arms to you. Before you had a chance to let your hands roam over his warm skin, Bradley had once again scooped you up into his arms, walking towards your shared bedroom.

“As much as I would love to ravish you where we’re standing, I plan on taking my sweet time with you baby - I’ve missed you too much,” he grunted, kicking the door open more before entering with you cradled in his arms. That promise made a small smile appear on your lips, and you hummed in pleasure at the thought of being able to feel your boyfriend's warm body again.

The soft light from the bedside lamp had Bradley’s skin looking all the more warm and tan, the shadows accentuating the dips of his collarbones and his defined muscles. He had placed you gently in the middle of the bed, making quick work of his pants and undershirt, leaving him in his black boxers. Seeing his almost naked body had your breath hitching in your throat, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your eyes roamed over his defined abs. 

“Like what you see, baby girl?” Bradley smirked, once again gently grabbing hold of your chin, his thumb resting against your lower lip. You nodded, eyes locked with his as the motion made his thumb drag your bottom lip down slightly.

He slowly swiped it back and forth across your plump skin, and you opened your mouth eagerly, brows coming together slightly as his hungry eyes took in your obedience. Slipping his thumb between your parted lips, it softly moved to press down against your tongue, and your eyes fluttered closed in relief as your lips closed around the digit, suckling softly at it, small mewls leaving you sporadically. 

“Fuck, baby - I’ve missed your pretty little sounds so much…” Bradley groaned, letting his body cover yours, grinding his hips into your still clothed thigh, and the feeling of his rock hard cock against you had your eyes flying open and a muffled whimper coming out around Bradley’s thumb. 

 Releasing Bradley’s thumb, he leaned down, nudging your jawline with his nose before placing a kiss below it - alternating between licking and sucking marks into your skin. His hands trailed down over your collarbones, a soft groan leaving him as his large hands covered your breasts.

You had worn a white top, cut so that your decolletage was visible, your new bra pushing your tits together to create a nice visual of the swell of your breasts. Bradley moaned at the feeling of your soft flesh once again in his palms, kneading and massaging them carefully, letting his thumb stroke over your hardening nipples. 

“Bradley, feels so good–” you moaned softly, letting your fingers tangle into his slightly curled strands, scratching your nails lightly against his scalp. He hummed softly, not wanting to leave the comfort your skin provided him.

Kissing down your chest, he soon reached your breast, his mouth tonguing at your hardened nipple over the white fabric, wetting it and sucking at it - drawing soft whimpers from your lips as your thighs clenched together. His other hand had slipped under your top, letting his fingers pinch slowly at your nipple over your bra. 

As he drew back to take in his work, he raised his brows as the dampened white material gave way for red to shine through. “Baby… what do we have here?” you smiled bashfully, heat filling your body as Bradley removed your top, leaving you in the bra that you and Nat had picked out the day prior. 

“Did Nat tell you I’d come home?” he seemed a little sad at that prospect and you shook your head, “She made me buy one because she said you might be able to video call me, and that it would be a nice treat for you,” your voice was small, your fingers now tracing over his exposed collarbones, over his shoulder and down his flexed bicep. 

“Thank fucking god for Natasha fuckin’ Trace,” Bradley groaned, his forehead falling to rest in between your breasts as he kissed and laved his tongue all over your skin, one hand running down the length of your abdomen to undo your jeans. As his large hand splayed on your lower abdomen, he inhaled deeply, reigning himself in slightly to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Hi, baby,” he spoke softly, making you smile softly as he gazed down at you “Hi,” you whispered back, stroking his cheek lovingly. “Would you stand up for me, love?” he continued, moving so that you could stand. As you shimmied out of your tight jeans, Bradley sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, showing off his muscular thighs. 

As you stood in front of him, in only the red set, he smiled softly at you. “Would you give me a twirl, doll?” he never wanted to take his eyes off of you, you were a vision in red, and the tiny hearts that scattered across the fabric honestly drove him a little insane in their cute sensuality. 

“Look so beautiful… I’ve missed you so much,” Rooster confessed as you stepped in between his legs, his hands immediately coming to rest against your hips, slowly moving further back until he was kneading your ass cheeks, his face scattering kisses across your abdomen. Letting your head fall back, you gripped tightly at his hair, every move of Bradley’s making your knees grow weaker and weaker “Roos,” you moaned, about to warn him - but he already seemed aware, and gently guided you to sit on his lap. 

“My pretty, pretty girl,” Bradley cooed, holding you close to his body, finally feeling your skin against his own. Sitting on his lap, you wriggled closer to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, letting your lips kiss and suck at the junction, moving further down to his muscular shoulder where you nibbled and suckled softly. Bradley moaned softly at the sensation, hands gripping your hips as you started to grind them down against his cock. 

“Bradley,” you whined against his skin, his cock dragging deliciously against your clit, the sheer fabric of your panties only heightening to sensation. “I know, doll, I know,” he rasped, arms wound around your midsection as he rutted against your wet core, one hand splayed on your lower back to press you harder into his clothed cock. 

“I need you,” you whined softly, followed by a harsh whimper, teeth biting down on his skin to keep you in the moment, to not slip away entirely. 

“How do you need me, baby?” Rooster spoke gruffly, gripping your jaw firmly to make you look at him, the sting of your bite still felt in his shoulder. At his rough movement, your eyes rolled back slightly, craving this type of touch so badly. Breathing labored, you couldn’t get the words out until his fingers wrapped around your throat.

“Answer.” he commanded, and a soft mewl left your mouth before you began to beg “I need you in my mouth, please - please, want your cock in my mouth so bad, Roos,” Bradley hummed softly before releasing his hold on your throat, letting the back of his hand stroke along the side of your neck “Good girl,” he whispered, placing a kiss to your jaw. 

“Get on your knees then, sweet girl” he murmured, stroking your cheek before spreading his legs further, so you could sink to your knees between them. Shuffling, he removed his boxers and tossed them aside before turning his attention to you. You looked like a dream, sitting back on your heels, waiting for him, putting your trust entirely in his hands as you gazed up at him with your hands folded in your lap. 

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he praised, letting his palm cradle your cheek, loving the small smile that appeared on your face as you nuzzled into his palm. “What did I do to deserve you, huh?” he murmured mostly to himself, his other hand reaching down to stroke his cock languidly. He looked on as you blinked slowly, biting your lip as your eyes followed his every movement. 

“Please?” you breathed out, glancing up at him. “Come, baby,” he motioned you closer, and without prompting you eagerly let your tongue run along the underside of his dick, moaning at the feeling of his soft skin. You took in every vein and ridge, kissing and licking along his length over and over again, relishing in hearing Bradley’s every soft moan and grunt. Licking at the tip, you felt yourself moan softly at the taste of his precum, letting your tongue swirl around the tip, your lips only ever so slightly wrapping around the very edge of him every now and then. 

One hand held the base of his cock, squeezing slightly as the other rested against his thigh. Finally, you took him into your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as you felt his heavy cock rest against your tongue. Arousal flooded your entire body, feeling yourself get more wet by the sounds Bradley was making as you took him further into your mouth.

Soft whimpers were muffled by his cock, and you felt so deliciously dizzy at the feel of him stuffed deep into your throat. Your nose was almost down to his abdomen, his pubic hair tickling your nose as you inhaled his heady scent, another muffled moan leaving you as you felt him twitch against your tongue. Hollowing your cheeks, you managed to suck on him as you let up a little. 

Bradley had been leaning back on his hands, his head tilted back at the sensation of you taking his cock so well into your mouth. Small gasps and moans leaving his parted lips as he felt your tongue swirl and suck at him.

You slowly dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock as you pulled away, licking at his tip before you inhaled deeply, one hand pumping his hard dick in the absence of your mouth. Looking up at him, you whimpered at the sight. Bradley’s broad chest was heaving slightly, his abs slightly tensed as he sat leaned back, fiery brown eyes gazing down at you - a thin sheen of sweat covering his upper body. 

Breaking eye contact, you had to feel him heavy on your tongue again, and you moaned as he entered your mouth, letting it rest heavy in your mouth. Bradley’s large hand came to rest at the back of your head, looking down at you with a soft smile playing on his lips as he let you take what you needed from him.

His palm slowly stroked over your hair, and the feeling of your muffled whimper had his cock stirring against your tongue. With his hand on the back of your head, he gently rolled his hips, fucking into your eager mouth, cursing softly at the sounds you made as he slowly sank deeper into your throat.

“Look so pretty warming my cock baby, doing so well,” he murmured as his hands tangled into your strands. He knew what it would do to you if he tugged ever so slightly, but he had a feeling you wanted it as much as he did. How much you needed it. Your soft moan and the way your body shivered and twitched slightly let him know he was right. 

Feeling Bradley slowly fuck his cock into your throat, you let your eyes flutter shut, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling of his hand resting heavy on your head, letting saliva slip from the sides of your mouth down onto Bradley’s abdomen. Swallowing involuntarily around your boyfriend’s cock, you were rewarded with a throaty moan and the softest of pushes against the back of your head, paired with Bradley’s hips rolling ever so slightly, stuffing your mouth so full of him.

Tears rolled down your cheeks from feeling him so deep in your throat, and the lack of oxygen, but you loved it - loved how hard and silky he felt in your wet mouth, loved the way your lips were stretched to accommodate his sheer size.  

“Fuck, baby,” Rooster growled, tugging at your hair to make you ease up. As much as he loved having your lips wrapped around his cock, he needed to be inside you - had waited so long to feel you and hear you fall apart on his cock for him. You took a shuddering breath as Bradley easily maneuvered your body so that it was splayed out for him on the bed.

He had you on your stomach, face pressed into the pillows as he kneaded at your ass cheeks again, “Such a fucking lovely ass,” Bradley groaned, gripping the globes of your ass hard, separating them and letting spit drip from his lips down to your holes, making you moan loudly at the sudden sensation. 

His hands gripped your hips, pulling them back slightly so that you were rested on your knees and with your face still pressed into the mattress. “Mm, and this pretty fucking cunt,” he continued, letting his fingers slide between your soaked lips, gathering up your slick in his hand, loving the needy sounds you were making. 

“Who’s pretty little pussy is this huh?” Rooster teased, letting his finger softly grace your clit, your moans only getting louder as you gripped the sheets. A harsh slap made a strangled cry leave your lips, eyes flying open in surprise at the fact that Bradley had slapped your puffy cunt with his fingers. 

“Yours!” you cried out with a sob, squirming against the sensation of Bradley circling your sensitive clit again. Bradley hummed deep in his throat as he settled behind you, his breath hitting your clothed cunt before he harshly pulled them down to your thighs, not wasting any time before his mouth was all over your cunt, his skilled tongue laving over your clit, fucking into you, swirling around your wetness like a man starved. 

Your cries of pleasure only seemed to make him more eager, and you soon found yourself grinding your hips back against his mouth as he gripped your ass in his hands, letting his thumb rest over your sensitive hole. That, along with the quick flicks of his tongue against your clit had you tumbling over the edge, crying his name over and over again. 

Bradley wasted no time in flipping you over, slotting himself between your thighs, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips, the scent of you lingering on his mustache. His cock, now aching from how hard it was, was leaking precum onto your swollen clit, and the sensation of his hard, silky cock so close to where you needed him had you mewling softly. 

“You like that, baby?” you could only nod feverishly “Like feeling my cock against that wet cunt of yours?” you nodded again, whining slightly as he let his cock drag between your folds and up to your clit again. “Please!” you whined, canting your hips towards him, wanting him to slip into your warm heat. 

“Please what?” Rooster murmured into your ear, repeating the action of letting his cock grind and slip just out of reach of your weeping hole, letting the tip tease at the entrance when he drew a particularly loud moan from you. 

“Please, please– fuck me, oh god, fuck me,” you chanted, squirming underneath him, breath coming in short spurts, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. “I need you so bad, fuck, I need you, need you to fuck me, please, please” you sobbed, wanting him to understand that you needed him to fill you, needed to be one with him again. Bradley loved when you begged for him, it didn’t happen too often, as he would feel too bad to tease you for too long, but right now he couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful.

The red tip of his cock slowly circled your clit, and your panting increased, more whines and mewls falling from your lips as tears once again burned in the corners of your eyes “Please! Please!” your words were turning into cries, soft and drawn out, chest heaving slightly. 

“What do you want, baby?” Bradley smirked, letting his tip sink slightly into your needy hole before withdrawing again, making you sob out right. “I need your cock, I need you to fuck me– please! Please! Please!” 

At your words, Bradley let his cock sink deep into your cunt, the sensation so overwhelming he almost spurted his cum instantaneously into your core. You were moaning loudly, the sound almost echoing in the room as you babbled “thank you, oh god - feels so good, fuck, wanted to feel so full, missed you,” Bradley groaned, rutting into you slowly, relishing in your cries as his tip massaged at that sensitive spot within you. “Missed you too, pretty baby, feel so damn good around my cock”

Pulling down the cup of your bra, as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, Bradley started to thrust hard into you, needing his release so bad after being apart from you for so long. His other hand snuck down between your bodies, drawing tight circles on your clit. As you fell apart on him, he groaned deep in his throat, spilling all of himself into you. 

“Fuck,” his voice was strangled as he collapsed on top of your body, chest heaving as he felt his cock pump the last of his seed into you, your soft moans gracing his ear as he kissed at your neck. 

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, rising up on his elbows to look at you. Tears were streaming down your face, but a smile was on your lips as you sniffled “I missed you so much, Roos,” your voice was small and vulnerable, and Bradley’s heart clenched. “I know, I’m so sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” he let his arms wrap tight around you, cradling you in his arms as he laid down on his back, taking you with him to rest on his chest. 

“I love you,” he continued, pressing kisses all over your face as more tears fell from your eyes. You nuzzled your face into his chest, kissing softly over his heart “I love you too, Bradley. I’m so happy you came home to me,” 

He smiled down at you, his hand drawing soft circles on your back. “You have no idea how happy I am to have you in my arms again,” he murmured lovingly, letting his nose rub softly against yours.

“Want to take a shower with me, baby? I’m Navy gross,” Rooster joked, kissing your lips softly. You nodded happily, placing soft kisses against his jawline before moving to stand up. Bradley kept close to you as you padded into the bathroom, always having a hand lingering on your skin, or his arms wrapped around you as you waited for the shower to turn warm, his lips attached to your shoulder and neck, pulling soft sighs of content from you. 

Warm water engulfed the two of you, and Bradley sighed deeply as he felt his muscles relax gradually under the steam, low moans rumbling in his chest. “Are you hurt?” he looked down at your concerned face, and he smiled reassuringly “No, sweets, not hurt - just been crammed into the cockpit a lot,” he mumbled against your lips, letting his lips linger against yours, letting you take the lead this time.

Your arms wound around his neck, stretching your body out against his. Your tongue gently prodded at the seam of his lips, and he let you softly caress your tongue against his. At one point, the tip of his tongue fell between your plump lips, and you were quick enough to give it a soft suckle before letting it go - that drew a low moan from him, cock stirring again at the sensation.

“God, I’ve missed my beautiful girl,” he sighed softly as you broke away, still leaning your naked, wet body onto his as your fingers played with the wet hair at the nape of his neck. His hands caressed your sides, gently grasping at your tits every now and then, earning soft mewls from you. You kissed him lazily, feeling your body react to his touch so easily - he’d made you cum less than five minutes ago, and you were already feeling your core slick with arousal again.

“Please, baby,” Bradley pleaded against your mouth “Can I make you cum again, pretty girl?” nodding, you kissed him again, as he pressed your back into the cold tiles of the wall. His hand left it’s perch at your breast, caressing one of your thighs softly before hitching it over his hip, letting his thigh help support you as he used his other hand to cup your sex. 

“Wet for me again, baby?” he cooed, smiling softly as he planted an open mouthed kiss against your mouth “Yes, all for you,” you sighed, feeling your body relax as he let his index rub slowly against your sensitive cunt.

“Have you missed my fingers, doll?” he hummed, letting one of his large fingers sink into you “Yes,” you mewled, letting your head tilt back against the tiles “Haven’t been able to get myself off since you left, Roos,” you pouted “couldn’t work myself with my fingers like you can,” you whispered, and Bradley groaned “Baby,” he moaned “you haven’t cum since I left you?” you shook your head, still pouting as that reality settled in. 

“My poor baby,” he murmured, kissing at your neck, letting his finger sink in and out of you, your soft moans like music to his ears. “I’m home now, baby - I’ll take such good care of you, okay?” he reassured you, kissing your forehead, looking into your eyes, that held so much love and trust for him. You nodded mutely, and he knew you were thankful he was home, not only for him to take care of you like this. 

“Feels so good when you touch me, Bradley” you moaned breathlessly as he added a second finger, the heel of his palm giving your clit just enough stimulation so it wasn’t overwhelming. “I always want to touch you, sweet girl,” Rooster replied, placing another sweet kiss to your swollen lips. As his pace picked up, you wound your fingers around his neck again, keeping his forehead pressed tight against yours as you felt that familiar tightness in your stomach. 

Needy whines and whimpers fell from your lips as your breath stuttered and you tensed under Bradleys fingers “Shh, baby - it’s okay, let go for me, I’m here - I’ve got you. Give it to me, pretty baby,” he whispered against your lips, and that’s all it took for you to reach that high that had been building and building until it now finally snapped. 

A long, drawn out, relaxed moan echoed over the sound of rushing water as you came on Bradley’s fingers, who were still pumping them slowly through your orgasm. “God, you’re so beautiful when you cum for me baby,” Rooster smiled, pecking your lips. You smiled, a little dazed from the high he just gave you. Bradley only smiled, slowly pulling you under the stream of water again, washing your body and hair with the products he knew you liked. 

He made quick work of washing himself before he stepped out of the shower, retrieving two towels, quickly patting himself off and slinging the towel around his hips, before he gently wrapped the fluffy towel around your form as you exited the shower after him. He gingerly dried you off, taking his time to peck your lips every so often. 

“C’mon, honey - should we heat up some food?” 

As night fell, you found yourself perched in Bradley’s lap, talking softly about your time spent apart, eating the food Natasha had made sure you got, slowly sipping wine and sharing soft kisses. 

“I love you,” Bradley mumbled for the umpteenth time, and still, your heart fluttered helplessly in your chest “I love you, too,” you smiled, placing a lingering kiss on his lips. Your hand was resting on his neck, sporadically stroking the hair there, alternating between small tugs and soft caresses. Reaching for a strawberry, Bradley slowly held it up against your lips, a small smile on his face that told you to indulge him.

He traced the strawberry slowly across your lips, pushing it between them, letting you nip the top off, before he brought the rest to his own mouth, biting off the rest. Reaching up, his lips captured yours in a kiss after he swallowed, tasting the sweet juice that lingered there. 

The two of you sat cuddled in each others embrace for a long while, not wanting to succumb to the exhaustion that trickled into your minds - wanting to stay with each other. But ultimately, after your fifth yawn, Bradley slowly steered you towards the bedroom. 

Climbing into bed, you whined at the loss off contact as Bradley rid himself of the robe he’d put on earlier, he smiled as he too climbed under the covers, turning the lights off before he quickly made his way over to you, letting his arms drape over your form. 

“Please, don’t leave me,” you murmured sleepily as you snuggled into his embrace, and Bradley felt his heart lurch “No, I’m home now, sweetheart - I’m not leaving,” he kissed the top of your head softly, settling into the embrace and letting himself drift off to sleep. 

It was one of those nights where neither of you got much rest, waking every so often to share soft sleepy kisses and whispered words of love. Sometimes you’d wake and find you’d rolled over to your side of the bed, and you’d have to seek out Bradley’s arms again to settle down, and likewise Bradley would find himself waking up every once in a while a little cold, seeing you sprawled out of his arms. 

As moonlight filtered in through the windows, Bradley woke up once again, now spooning you. He blinked slowly, inhaling the scent of your hair before gingerly brushing it to the side to place soft kisses along the column of your neck. Your soft noise of pleasure told him you were in between sleep and consciousness too, and he gently sucked at the warm skin beneath his lips. Your hips instinctively canted backwards, your ass pressing into Bradley’s crotch, where his cock was already half hard from feeling your soft forms under his hands. 

“Bradley,” your sleep ridden, needy whine had him groaning with pleasure “Yeah, baby?” his sleepy rasp shot straight to your core, and you licked your lips as his hand sneaked up to squeeze your tit. “Need you,” you confessed breathlessly, once again grinding your hips into his erection. 

“Fuck…” his fingers pinched at your hardening nipple, drawing soft mewls from you as you ground your soaking cunt into him. Bradley’s lips ghosted over the bare skin of your shoulder as his fingers reached down to your pussy, spreading her open with his fingers to gather the slick there with his middle finger, circling your clit slowly as you moaned for him. 

As a finger sunk into your wet core, you whined in frustration, brows furrowed and a pout forming on your lips “What’s wrong, pretty baby?” Rooster murmured against your skin “You okay?” you whimpered, needing something else, needing more. You squirmed a little as his fingers stilled “Do you want me to stop?” he kissed at your shoulder. 

“No,” you felt petulant, almost, but in your sleepy state it was hard to pinpoint what it was. “Okay, baby” Bradley mumbled patiently, letting his fingers continue dragging against your slick walls, his thumb lazily circling your clit as you gathered your thoughts. “So pretty for me like this,” he spoke softly against your ear, catching your lobe in between his teeth, licking gently - making you whine again. “My pretty, pretty baby,” he breathed out, his fingers working in and out of your weeping cunt. 

“Daddy,” you whined hesitantly, reaching your hand up to his hair, rocking yourself against his fingers. A drawn out moan flowed from Bradley’s parted lips, his body relaxing even more against yours, burrowing his face into your neck as he grunted, pressing his cock harder into your backside. His chest felt like it was exploding, his feelings catching in his throat, overwhelming him. 

“Yes, daddy’s here, pretty baby, daddy’s got you,” Bradley’s voice was raw, his grip on you tighter as his fingers sank into you again. A soft sob tore from your throat as you cried out for him again “Daddy!” tears flowed freely now, and you were desperate to turn around, to see him. “I’m here, baby, I’m here,” Bradley cooed “Daddy’ll take such good care of you,” you nodded, a soft noise of agreement leaving your throat. 

Your mind felt fuzzy as you relaxed in his strong arms, mewling as he cradled you, one hand softly massaging your breast, and the other slowly fucking into your pussy. His hand slowly retracted from it’s spot between your legs, before he pulled you up with him, settling you between his spread legs as his back rested against the headboard, and your back against his chest. Large hands graced your inner thighs, spreading them and splaying them over his own, kneading lovingly as your head fell back against his shoulder. 

His fingers sank into your core again, his other hand tweaking your nipples and groping at your breasts. “Daddy,” you whimpered softly, squirming in his embrace “Hmm?” he tilted your head up towards his face, his fingers resting against your jaw as you moaned softly into him. He captured your soft lips in a slow kiss, swallowing all of your soft noises. 

“Tell me what you need, sweet girl,” he whispered against your lips, his fingers still leisurely pumping in and out of you. 

“Need you,” you licked your lips, nudging his nose with yours, needing to be so much closer to him. “You have me,” he smiled, placing another kiss to your parted lips. “Need you to fill me again, daddy,” you whimpered, clenching around his fingers at the thought. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, letting his fingers slip out of your slick heat, your legs still spread over his own. He held them up against your lips, and you eagerly sucked at his two fingers, swirling your tongue around them. 

“Good girl.” Rooster praised, low in his throat, and he relished in the soft moan it pulled from your lips. Gently, he pulled you off of his chest, lifting you so you were facing him instead, guiding your legs apart with his own so that you were straddling him. 

“You want daddy’s cock, is that it?” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips. “Want daddy to fill you up so good you forget your own name?” you closed your eyes and whimpered at the thought “Yes, daddy, please” you sounded so sweet for him, and he groaned softly. Taking his hard cock in his hand, he pumped himself slowly before helping you position yourself over him.

“Go on, sweets, take it,” he encouraged you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Your smaller hands settled on his broad shoulders, and slowly you sank down on his length, moaning at the stretching sensation. 

As he bottomed out, you felt so stretched out, so filled to the brim by Bradley that you could barely think - your heart was pounding in your ears, breathing a little shallow as you took in the sensation of Bradley’s cock so deep in you, his pubic mound rubbing against your clit as you rutted your hips ever so slightly. The shooting pleasure made you shudder, and a small cry of ‘daddy’ left your lips again. You had slipped so quick, and it had been so long, you couldn’t quite grasp what to do to scratch the itch that you needed.

“C’mere, sweet girl, daddy’ll do the work,” Bradley rumbled, sitting up slightly, letting his arms circle your waist, hand splayed on your ribs as he slowly fucked into you. “That feel good, baby?” he murmured and you nodded “Uh-huh” biting your lip and squeezing at his shoulders. 

“My little baby feeling so good stuffed full of daddy?” he was smiling, and it felt so good to see him smile at you, you were doing good. You nodded again, mewling softly and sighing in pleasure every time he bottomed out in you. 

“Missed you, daddy,” you mumbled, letting your arms wind around his neck, his smile and his voice helping you out, your hips now moving in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, I missed all of you, fucking… beautiful girl, I love you,” Bradley moaned against your skin, overwhelmed by the emotion, overwhelmed that you gave your trust and love to him so quick, so freely after he’d been gone for so long.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he confessed softly, moaning as you pulled his face closer to your chest, letting him lick at your nipples as you rode him. “S’okay, daddy - I’m close too,” you murmured, tugging at his hair, the friction of his body against yours enough to have a slow heat flowing through you. 

“I love you, daddy,” you moaned as Bradley rutted into you, his cock twitching as your core clenched around him “Fuck,” his voice sounded strangled as his hips stuttered, emptying himself into you for the second time that night. At the feeling of his hot seed coating your insides, feeling his cock so deep in your cunt, you came with a soft cry as Bradley held you in a tight embrace. 

As you caught your breath, Bradley managed to scoot down so that he was lying, with you curled on top of him, fingers tracing sleepy patterns on his chest. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bradley,” you sighed softly, kissing his sternum, and Bradley chuckled softly, humming slightly as he traced your spine with his fingers. “Should probably let you sleep,” he murmured and you nodded, already drifting off a little. “C’mon, should we clean you up?” he suggested but you shook your head. Morning would be here in only a little while. “Stay with me.” you said sleepily. “I am here, baby,” 

“Sleep.” you mumbled “In me.” you pressed another kiss to his chest, laying your head down, letting your breathing even out. Bradley chuckled again, letting his hands rest on your back as he too closed his eyes.

“Whatever my pretty baby wants.”

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[dreams-writings]

Reverse Interrogation -

Part 3

[sub!Feitan Portor x top!Reader]

‼️NSFW / MDNI‼️

Synopsis: For the first time in his life, Feitan fails an interrogation. Refusing to admit defeat and give up his perfect track record when it comes to his specialty, he begrudgingly allows reader to strike a bargain in exchange for her secrets.. and is shocked to learn what she truly wants. His body. Frustrated and furious with his predicament, he angrily accepts her conditions purely for the sake of the Troupe, agreeing to do as she says. No other reason...

[afab reader is more experienced, Feitan is a deprived virgin & gets edged / mind broken into submission.]

Tw: smut, torture, violence, NSFW/MDNI, vulgar language, Feitan gives verbal consent but still isn't happy with the situation/ (dubcon????)

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Feitan regarded the woman above him in silent awe, drinking in her image as he reflected on the surrealism of the current moment. She moved with such effortless grace, and his eyes watched her back curve into a perfect arch as she straightened up a bit, not failing to notice the way her exquisite body became a living work of art with each fluid motion. All for exclusively him to witness.. and just his eyes only. it felt like an odd privilege to be here. Her shoulders rolled backwards, lifting her breasts along with the movement in a seamless display of striking beauty.

"Are you ready?"

She asked him softly. Before he knew it, she was reaching out to him, and he flinched beneath her touch. He was still unaccustomed to any kind of gentle, harmless physical contact. A tender thumb, tracing a smooth and delicate line down his cheek had him shying away. It felt out of place for someone like him to be touched in such a manner.

There was so much of her that he hated, including her awful need to always have the last word.. her entitled attitude and her cleverness which she consistently weaponized to make him feel powerless. She always succeeded, and eventually got the better of him, to his dismay. He could not handle how she backed him into a corner so well and left him without options. It was legitimately maddening.

But there were also parts of her that he found himself drawn to like a lost moth to a flame. He couldn't describe it.. or put it into words. But she was, in a way, comparable to all things associated with comfort. The more time he spent flush against her wonderful body, the more his own would ease and melt into the mattress beneath him. In his eyes, she carried the same sweetness of a first flower blooming in the spring, sprouting out from beneath the snowfall to clear away the biting cold. Like a hot meal after days of starvation, clutching at a warm bowl with trembling hands and savoring the swaying steam that warmed his cheeks and left a blanket of humidity on his skin. Like quilts, pillows, and clouds.. she was indescribably inviting.

All of this a stark contrast, to him - and his jagged, sharp, ruthless edges. If she were those wonderful things, he was a merciless blizzard wind that left sharp ice gnawing at your flesh and your fingers freezing off in morbid chunks of necrotic lifelessness.

He wasn't sure how to answer her question other than to nod.. just once. A bob of his head to indicate she could proceed. Feitan turned his gaze away from her, closing his eyes as his heart began to squeeze, and skipped a few beats. The palpations of nervousness made him a bit nauseous.. or maybe it was that odd phenomenon people described as butterflies? Either way he didn't like it. He wished his stresses would ease away because it was just an added discomfort to his insecurities with the situation.

Feitan's breath hitched as she began to sway her hips from the position of her naked straddle, feeling a rush of warmth wash over him like a wave both from the physical stimulation and also the slick of her arousal coating his hard length. It was all so new and so strange.. and he gave a shudder as she started to pick up into a slow rhythm. It felt so nice.

Maybe she was trying to properly lube him up before penetration, or maybe it was a teasing behavior, now that she was grinding back and forth over the shaft of his member in order to experience some contact on her clit. He was just waiting and hoping for the moment where she'd be gracing him with the generous experience of her pussy, if just this was enough to make him disintegrate into mush.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that? You really are breathtaking to look at, even if you're insufferable to talk to. Pretty eyes, pretty face... Beautiful voice,"

"...Don't understand you.." he admitted quietly, averting his gaze yet again in the opposite direction as she tried to lean in and catch his attention. At this point he was definitely thinking she was just fucking off her rocker. Nothing she said could ever be factual in any sense.

"You don't have to, love," she replied, matching his uncertain tone with a soft one. This has his head reeling with confusion. He'd never ever experienced feminine care before. Not that this was necessarily genuine care, it couldn't be - but this stranger really was pushing him far out of his comfort zone in more ways than he initially expected.

He wasn't sure if he even liked being brought face to face with comfort like this. It felt.. wrong, for someone like him to have. He was a bad person - he'd made peace with that long ago. It was difficult to endure such affection as a result. But it was unmistakable now that they were going a step further - there was more than just desire alone in her body language and her tone. Especially her eyes.. There was something softer there too. He hated it. Kind of. Maybe?

The woman paused in her movements to kiss him, dipping down to savor his lips, and for the first time, Feitan made a conscious effort to reciprocate. He was simply curious and engaged now, setting aside his personal feelings of a grudge to get a taste for these things and see what he might like.

He gave a soft exhale. A gentle, pleased sound. He had to admit, the sensation was relaxing in a way. "You're being so good for me. I'm very impressed. I'll let you continue to touch me as you wish, while I take care of your needs."

He was taken aback a bit by these words. Ever since he'd agreed verbally to continue towards heavier sexual intimacy, and after he'd eased up and started returning physical contact.. her entire demeanor had changed. It felt like she was almost amorous towards him.

There was something Feitan wanted to do, ever since he took in the full sight of her body under these contexts, so with her blessing on the matter he went ahead and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her downward in a deliberate motion. One hand went to clutch at her left breast, lightly squeezing the second his palm enclosed around it, while his mouth reached for the right. His lips locked over the erogenous zone, suckling experimentally.

The delighted cry of surprise she gave was very satisfying indeed. Enough that he instinctively rolled his hips upwards with a desire to fuck what made such nice sounds. Feitan doubted she would let him actually take full initiative here, but this small act of defiance was all he really needed to be satisfied for now. It was something he decided on for himself.

Sucking on her with a tad more confidence, he swiped his tongue over her nipple to see how it would feel, immediately grunting in surprise as he felt her grind a bit harder than before in a more sudden motion from the base of his length to the head. His dick twitched, a few droplets of desperate precum finding their way up his tip and immediately becoming indestinguishable from all the fluids, mixed in the excessive slick of his bed partner's arousal as she smeared the two together with a single motion. In his opinion.. it was mean to be using him like this, stimulating him with minimal friction while his cock essentially rubbed up the sensitive rim of her entrance.

He began to meet with her smooth motions, thrusting in harmony with her rhythm to feel himself glide between her vaginal lips, still brushing past her actual hole each time. He humped against her greedily, and she gave back a slow pace just to tease, easing him between the petals of her wet core and lightly petting her own clit with his cockhead. At the perfect time, a bit more of his virgin precum beaded together at his slit, kissing her clitoris and leaving the runny wet remnants over the sensitive bud.

"I'm going to put you inside now.. alright?" She whispered softly. Feitan unlatched himself from her breast, giving nothing but a small nod, bracing himself as he moved his hands from her chest to her waist.

"But I have another command for you. One you have to follow.. for the sake of this whole trade. Look me straight in the eyes while I take you inside me, okay?"

The woman, who's name he didn't even know yet, lowered herself slowly to align her body, and she even kissed softly a few times over his flushed neck in a way that was unmistakably adoring. She couldn't possibly be mistaking this for some kind of romantic exchange.. it wasn't. Nonetheless, he felt kind of lightheaded, but in a good way. Cheeks warm.. stomach warm.. everything was warm. Her body heat was like utter sustenance to his skin.

He glanced down to watch where they were soon to be connected as one, noticing his penis was an angry red near the top, swollen from how much he'd been sexually tortured, teased, and turned on since the start. He was sure the relief would be worth everything.

Feitan really craved to be imbedded in her core. Perhaps it originated from how touch starved he was. But he was not the first to move and shove himself upwards into her like he wanted. Instead he felt the soft head of his desperate length penetrate past the initial coating of her wetness, stretching and pulling apart tight walls, and he held his breath for a split second. His jaw dropped upon feeling himself deliciously slide into her with perfect fucking ease.

Something about the way she so sensually and teasingly took her time with him here made him shake with impatience. He could feel the warm, velvety walls squeeze around his most sensitive place in a way that made his body practically melt into puty. He moaned quietly, quick to tighten his lips around the sound to stifle it.

All the while he was sure to follow her order. Don't look away, she'd said. He remembered it. He watched her eyes soften into a look of satisfaction, maybe something even more than that - her lips parting into a gasp as she also assumingly felt something by him filling up her cunt to the brim. It was all horribly vulnerable, and he was sure she had witnessed every miniscule piece of him that shattered and broke into a messy pile of transparent honesty.. screaming the truth out that he fucking needed this so badly. But also.. it was hot watching her face contort in response to the penetration.

Feitan knew he couldn't pull himself together enough to keep the shameful evidence off his expression with how quickly he was unravelling here. He knew his cheeks and ears were blistering red because they felt scorching, and he knew his look had changed, and his eyes too - all by the way she was staring at him with such smugness.

Still.. the intimacy of conjoining bodies really hit him differently with the eye contact all throughout start to finish. He felt humiliated and yet... More frantically turned on at the same time.

Mouth slightly parted, moistened lips trembling, he involuntarily gave a sweet sound once he bottomed out. The sinfully sensual embrace ripped a shudder from his body, too - all so barely audible. His mouth started forming words before he could even comprehend them leaving his tongue.

"Ohh fuck.. so good.. tight.."

he spluttered out these vulgarities, eyes glassy and hazy. "I know baby.. it's all just for you," He faintly heard her chuckle. But all he could focus on, all he could drown in, was this feeling of being sheathed in a pretty, tight hole between her plush thighs. Wrapped within her body, he squirmed a bit, pressing his hips forward to feel her cervix rub a few circles over his tip, and it made him groan.

Did she really want him to push past here and dump his cum so far up into her? Did she wanna get knocked up or something? Well.. he didn't care. Not his problem. He was eagerly thinking about filling her up, clear into the deepest part of her womb if she would let him reach her there with his seed.

All Feitan could really reflect on right then was how beautifully blank his headspace was. No stress.. no tension or suffering. He just felt good and there was nothing else to consider. Nothing else mattered but just how much of this feeling he could milk out of her, all for himself. He hated to admit it even to himself, but it was a much needed relief. Total, absolute freedom in that moment from responsibilities. he felt disentangled from all the millions of little things that weighed him down day by day.

"Oh-"

A second later said feeling was amplified so quickly he felt his stomach.. and other places.. light up as if on fire, but much more pleasant.. a fizzy summersault sensation just squeezing together under his tummy. She'd started moving. He got maybe two or three slow bounces from her before she halted. Suddenly and without any verbal explanation.

"Nng.. Don't.. s-stop.."

He clawed with impatience at her hips, realizing he had been digging his nails recklessly into her skin just a moment ago. Well.. what was to be done about it? After she let him pick out something to touch earlier and he'd gotten a brief moment of victory earlier, touching her breasts - he'd been pretty unreserved with his fingers. Trailing all over and exploring.. sometimes squeezing over her curves to absorb as much as he could before this all ended.

But to his disgruntlement, she was frowning at him a bit. But.. she looked.. thoughtful? Lost in an idea perhaps.

"Stay right here."

Feitan didn't know he could lose so much so quickly. He gave a breathless gasp of protest as she moved upwards and removed herself from his body, his sound of despair warping into a strangled whimper of agony the second he lost that tight warm grip around his leaking and ready cock. His rock hard dick was again deprived of attention, left throbbing and painful in the exposed chilly air.

He flushed red immediately, he hadn't ever thought he was capable of such a lewd noise like the one he just made. His lip quivered, his breathing becoming almost erratic as he realized..

This was it. His last fucking straw. His breaking point.

It was like giving a microdose to a full fledged addict and watching them crash instantly.. a truly evil power play.

He struggled to stop himself from succumbing to panic and doing something he would regret later.. like begging. He would rather die than plead or ask.

Instead he coped by slipping back into his first language, his gut reaction being so strong that he had to curse profusely in Mandarin to feel even slightly better about her depriving him.

A few more disgustingly pathetic whines made their way out against his will and he realized that if she wasn't gonna touch him then maybe he just needed to do it himself finally. It was her fucking fault for being so fickle and deceitful.

Hand wrapping around his cock before he could think straight, he began jerking himself, breathing labored and coming out in short puffs. This had always been the perfect solution to frustrations he had with unfulfilled lust but suddenly he realized his dry, icy hand lost all appeal in less than a second.

After one new experience for half a second, suddenly.. compared to the luxury of vaginal stimulation, this idea ultimately delivered no sense of relief either. It also would get him in trouble apparently.

"What do you think you're doing? I didn't say you could jerk off in front of me. What an insult. Can't you wait two more seconds? I just decided.. I want to bind you down. Have some damn dignity."

He flushed with a mix of rage and exasperation at her words, completely baffled she would suggest he could ever throw his dignity away as if SHE hadn't pushed him to this point.

He stuttered, unable to even begin reprimanding her about that, because he was simply too flustered and disheveled to feel confident doing so. Rather, he could only tense up and give a hitched gasp as soon as her body came into contact with his again. Her precious warmth returned, and he noticed she was indeed holding the same restraints he'd used earlier to bind her to his torture chair.

She must've remembered them and where he set them down. But why bind him up? He felt an uncomfortable lurch of suspicion cloud his emotions, wondering if he was failing to proceed with proper judgement here just because her seduction was so effective. He still hated himself for his weak will in this particular scenario.. but.. he had to reassure himself that he could break out of those bonds if need be. Feitan was already certain she would demand him to wear them, and not hinder her plans, as per the rules of this agreement in the first place. So it might displease her if he didn't obey.

He hadn't come this far for nothing, so he sighed and growled in disapproval the whole time she worked to lock his wrists together. Sure, he'd take it, but he'd let her know he was pissed about it.

"Sorry about that baby. I just figured this might be my only chance to enjoy you like this.. so I wanted to add this little detail last minute. You'll forgive me if I do a good job riding you, right?" She gave him a devilish smirk and Feitan's jaw went slack the second she took hold of his painful erection again, lined him up effortlessly, and.. slid completely down to the hilt in one instant motion.

Being fully sheathed for the second time so abruptly, was like a straight hit of heroin to the body. He began to quiver and shake, wrists catching on the bindings as he gave an instinctive tug, and he gave a deafening moan, the first sound ripped clean out of him against his wishes similarly to the violent method in which he could tear someone's tongue from beneath their teeth.

"F-fuck!"

He hissed sharply, writhing as she started to bounce on him repeatedly. She was picking back up on where she left off so casually, not allowing him any kind of readjustment before stimulating him. With every rhythmic rock of her hips, he gave a soft pant, eyes glazing over with pleasure as he scatteredly obsessed over how incredible her body felt.

"Does it feel good sweetheart?"

More of his shy little squeaks and whimpers were immediately coaxed from his throat in a sequence one after another, completely out of his control.. as she began to really grind her hips and rub him up with friction. It felt as if her core was practically sucking him in with every drag of his cock back to the rim of her entrance, inviting him to plunge back in and stretch her cunt.. and he was losing it. He'd never experienced anything so mind numbingly pleasurable. "Something about your beautiful voice really gets me going, my dear~"

He whined again, realizing he didn't have much control anymore over his noises. And it dawned on him why she'd restrained his arms above his head to the bedrame. Knowing his tendency to close off and evade embarrassment.. she'd probably guessed he would cover his mouth or bite on his fingers to withhold his sounds from her. He didn't want her to have evidence of his weakness, and yet here he was, a complete mess. A sweaty, panting, flushed red puddle of shame and ecstasy whom she was playing with like a fun new toy. Indeed, there was nothing he could use to stifle any noise now that his hands were taken from him, and he felt all the more helpless.

Transfixed, Feitan's gaze lowered, and he adjusted his head to both relax better and watch better. He observed her body intently, seeing her hips and her waist move in a repetitive swaying pattern which was almost fucking hypnotic to witness.

He could literally see his dick sliding with perfect ease in and out of her.. profusely coated in what he presumed was her aroused lubrication. She would pull him out, feeling the suction of her pussy resisting the loss of contact, before she sunk back down on him in an instant and the head of his cock kissed the surface of her womb.

He was fucking frantic, fingers curling hard to make indents into the bindings, groaning and hissing at every last jolt of stimulation to his groin.

Every once in a while, despite his best efforts, his normally raspy and soft-spoken voice would escape through the form of a moan or a whimper. He really couldn't help it - the whining was more or less a result of him being overly sensitive as an inexperienced virgin as well as his natural tone of voice typically raising a few octaves when he was normally pleased. He did have an overall softer voice. She'd been complimenting it.. and as he watched her face, her look of approval with every sound that slipped by made him wonder if he could earn her favor this way. Should he contemplate being louder?

The bed he'd brought into this basement area was for rare occasions when a victim of his lasted through the night, or longer than he was able to really stay awake for. It almost never happened, but when it did, he would sleep here to keep an eye on them and ensure they stayed put. He also liked that it kept them up, feeling paranoid and threatened by his mere looming presence.

Therefore, it wasn't a very nice bed, being seldom used, and the frame was flimsy at best. Their intense fornicating made the metal squeak and cry with every plunge of the mattress, mixing in beautifully with their shared heavy breaths and moans. She wasn't apologetic about her sounds, a few of them making his body tremble, thinking to himself that girls sound nicer than he thought when fucking someone like him. She really sounded happy.

He tugged on his restraints a bit as he felt his skin grow more heated and sticky with sweat, his lips slightly dry from his repetitive pants. Everything was so heavy and thick with tension between them, but in the best way possible, and his head swimming with euphoria. By now, he was eagerly meeting her descending motions with light thrusts of his own, trying to encourage her to speed up. He was becoming a little feral with more impatience by now, chasing his orgasm with over eagerness.

His respiratory rate began to heighten into excited hyperventilating, his eyes widening in ecstasy as she sped up for him too, to accomodate his need to be pushed into climax. Feitan began to assert a little more strength with his yanking on the bonds, feeling the bed creak again under the pull of his ungodly strength. He shut his eyes tight, biting on his lip as he felt the wave fast approaching.

"Gonna.. gonna c-cum.. gonna cum-" he husked breathlessly.

"What's the matter, love? Am I making your pretty dick feel really good? Is it too much to handle..? I can stop if you want."

And she fucking did. He gave a choked dry sob this time, eyes brimming with a look of genuine torment as he felt his impending orgasm slip away from sight. The searing heat in his nether regions ebbed away into a far more subtle tingle of warmth. And then, it disappeared altogether.

She giggled, amused by his flustered state. And it only made more blood rush to his cheeks, if even possible. He was being brought to the cliff of his own frail sanity, and pushed by her to the edge in so many ways. He couldn't believe she was teasing him again. And at this point his face and his body were feverish, his limbs shaking with withdrawal from the whiplash of complete orgasm denial during his first time.

This.. this was torture.

Forget the many times he'd lost blood, suffered a bone snapping in two, or his body mangled in some way through the countless grueling trials he'd endured in life.

THIS was what he found insufferable.

"D-don't s-stop, want more.. give m-more-" he gave a sharp snarl as she suddenly leaned over him, snaking her hands behind his neck to grip some tufts of his hair and tug his head roughly upwards to force eye contact.. her lips capturing the silky smooth skin of his neck, just above the collarbone. His weak spot too, apparently..

"Ah-ah, you must wait a moment longer now," she purred softly, smoothing back some of his hair ever so gently despite having just performed such a cruel act on his body.

Oh God. His response to this was simply a low, drawn out groan, his expression becoming even more faraway and wanton with broken desperation. He was practically a melting puddle in her arms by now. A ragdoll that was her plaything. And Christ did part of him despise this fact. Nonetheless, this didn't change the fact that it was somehow.. very much needed. Without the movement, his dick twitched momentarily, and like an animal in heat he started trying to rut back up into her by his own volition.

"I n-need it.."

He tried again, still hesitant to plead too much in any way, gripping onto his last miniscule shred of pride like his life depended on it. There wasn't much left to salvage, of his image and reputation. At least in her eyes, as of now. Should he just give it up?

"I know baby... You really wanna cum don't you? You poor thing.. how about, if you're good for me, I'll promise not to tease anymore and I'll let you finish."

He nodded frantically, eyes wide with urgency as he attempted to get her to understand how much he needed this and therefore how crucial it was that she let him have it.

"I think that pretty voice of yours would sound so nice begging me to let you finish. Hm? Can you do that just for me?"

Now.. Feitan did hesitate. He had never been pushed that far before, and he'd never succumbed to defeat like this, pledging to never mirror how his victims acted. He could never judge them again if he ever did this. He couldn't maintain his sense of superiority and indifference to their pain, if he was just as much of a weak man at the end of the day, too.

So this was a major ultimatum for him. He just blinked, terrified of what she'd done to him and how. The fact that this would bring him to this fork in the road, of all things. After all, his victims didn't have a choice at the end of the day. Uvogin had once stated - Feitan didn't ask his captives to spill their secrets by speaking to their minds. He asked their bodies.

She was doing the same.

Who knew pleasure could be as motivating as pain.

"I...."

He struggled to find the words. It went against every fiber of his being.

But his violent shaking and his tortured, swollen cock demanded it of him. There was no room for a choice.

"Please.." he tried weakly. He felt himself shrivel up internally with self loathing.

"Please.. have to.. h-have to cum.. n-need it.. hurry.."

And his expression began to sink with defeat. She could pinpoint it, unbeknownst to him, that this was finally, officially the moment she'd broken him into submission. His eyes said it all.

The look of euphoric satisfaction on her face might give it away though, as her tongue dragged across her lips hungrily.

"That's a good boy~!" She drawled in complete delight. "You've done it, the hard part's over, so now I'll let you cum like I promised. Make sure you really enjoy it, I won't hold back anymore."

And he could only give a deep shuddering exhale of relief. He purred softly, as she started moving again, only fidgeting slightly when he realized that all the cock teasing made him even more sensitive than before.

Feitan was the type of person who had to be in control of everything at all times. It took a toll on his body, and his mental health - to be so constantly wound up like a pressure pot about to explode. All the pressure was seeping from his body right now, though.. he was succumbing to her will and her plans for him.

And honestly? It wasn't anything like he had expected before. He didn't feel any less of himself at this point.. at least not by the amount he was dreading. Perhaps this was just the nature of rock bottom.

He just felt complete desire. For once in his life he didn't have to have total obsessive control over how things were around him. Whether it be the situation, what was to come, and what was happening to him... He just let her do whatever and found that the feeling was truly liberating. He knew somehow now that she wouldn't harm him. That it was something his mind needed, to let go.

Did he have a choice? Not necessarily. She had seduced him with tricks he didn't understand, to get him stranded in this weird state of hypnosis. It wasn't natural for someone like him and therefore still new. Kind of foreign.

For a while she laid some wet kisses over his neck, sensual and slow, before moving upwards to suck softly on his earlobe. Another kryptonite spot for him. By then he was practically buzzing with overwhelming bliss.. instinctually chasing the rising feeling of pleasure, threatening to burst. A melody of whispered praises and pleasures began to slip past his lips in his native tongue, reverting again to what was natural to him in such a mindless state. He would speak in her language, though, to make a request.

"More.. more, m-more" he began, seemingly only capable of forming the one simplistic word. She wasn't fucking moving enough, dammit. He was getting fidgety and extra impatient again. With all these interactions with her though, he thought briefly to himself that she was putting actual effort into this. Not just fucking him. Actually, the woman was gushing all over his dick by now. It was very enticing.

She had decided to have mercy on him.. mostly because he'd been so wonderfully responsive to her wishes.

"Feitan~" she moaned his name for first time during the entirety of the session as the beautiful woman nearly doubled her pace, reacting in her own way to his cockhead now pushing harder against her cervix with every bounce. And good Lord did it turn him on. He didn't like being called submissive but he found that he couldn't bother to cause a problem when he really was focused on chasing his high right now.

She leaned over him, gripping onto his shoulders for leverage as she increased her speed and roughness more and more, in turn the result being a much higher level of stimulation for them both.

This new rhythm elicited sounds of wet skin slapping together, as he felt himself penetrate her deeper than before with the new angle she'd adjusted him to. She gave a cry, hips stuttering, and he responded with a low groan.

"Feitan, I want it in my cunt, p-please, I could touch myself just thinking about your cum dripping down my thighs. I want it.. g-gimme it.. baby.."

The slow, intimate love making had really done it for him.. but this was something he definitely found himself addicted to as well, just moments after she initiated the rougher sex. Their passion ignited further as she loomed over him, hair cascading like curtains and tickling his cheeks, whilst a hot and heavy open mouthed kiss began. Moans suffocated by her mouth, he put more effort into his own thrusts, lifting his body to meet with hers in the middle each time.

What qualified prior as potential gentle fornicating became the two of them fucking into wild abandon - short, harsh thrusts to achieve a heightened speed. Both just wanted to cum so badly.

Such shamelessly lewd, dirty language could have gotten him off alone. But when paired with so much stimulation, well.. he broke down completely, helpless and at her mercy pressed into the mattress. He gave a broken whimper, followed by a deafening moan as he hit his limit.

His orgasm hit him with blinding force which he was not entirely prepared for, white hot pleasure viciously tore through his mind and body, stranding him into a welcome purgatory of ecstasy. He thought deliriously to himself that he loved this woman- For a second, for making him feel this way. It all stole his breath away.

He could only ever worship someone who ignited his body in such a way. So, he drank in her image like that of a benevolent deity, feeling her also come undone as her muscles went slack and she collapsed upon him to ride out her orgasm in a clouded high. She sighed and ground her hips lazily a few more times, using his lasting erection just to gently coax her high into dragging on a little longer.

He felt more warmth, as his semen released into her drooling, hungry cunt just in the way as he'd hoped, his eyes rolling backwards in motion with his head as he let his climax overtake his senses. The amount of prolonged repression and teasing during the entire session caused his brief moment of euphoria to extend as well.

The high of dopamine that he felt right then was simply intoxicating, even as he began to cool down from the rush. His mind was so wonderfully blank of anything but contentment and relaxation. He oddly felt warm, and deeply happy with the current moment in time. Sure, he still didn't like this girl, but the sex had been incredible. He kind of somehow hoped she felt the same.

It felt so nice, to the point that his body was still involuntarily pulsing and twitching with the rapid sequence of his cum stuffing her fuller in spurts, pulling a second groan from her at the sensation of being properly filled.

He caught his breath, both of their panting slowly beginning to return to normal, and he sighed one last time, collapsing without a word. He felt very loose, and careless. It was nice to be at ease like this, feeling her walls still flutter around him on occasion in recovery from everything that had happened.

He said nothing, closing his eyes and trying to bask in a rare moment where he felt no pain and no discomfort whatsoever. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so calm.

He wasn't thinking about the interrogation at all or the original trade they'd agreed upon, either. Not even a little bit. It just wasn't really on his mind right now because that was all work related - he was in a completely different headspace, reflecting on his first time having sex and how he definitely already knew he enjoyed it significantly.

His first wasn't very appealing personality wise but she was cute and pretty, both things he was admittedly grateful for. Her body had done a good job helping him adjust, being how soft and inviting she was from the start. He just thought.. she might've been perfect if only her ruthless teasing habit went out the window. That was his only enormous critique.

Now, he gave a half-hearted groan as she eventually pulled herself off of him, vaguely taking note of the fact some of his own cum had apparently eased its way out of her body and pooled between his legs during their moment of recovery, and he'd have to clean that up. But his legs were jelly, his body was tired, and he oddly felt like someone had drugged him with a bit of melatonin, not realizing that cumming too hard can make you sleepy.

He blinked tiredly, seeing her rise to her feet, wondering if she'd untie him. But it was oddly quiet, save for a bit of shuffling around and a humming melody in her voice.

He tried to lift his head and see what she was doing but he just couldn't bring himself to give a fuck right now. She was still here, she hadn't escaped. It was fine.

A rustling of paper could be heard and then she returned to his side - he felt her presence again.

"You did so wonderfully~" she purred gently. "I don't cum very often, did you know that? But you were perfect. So perfect. And it felt good."

He purred softly as she cooed at him, and he was only half awake by now, feeling her hand which was now semi familiar settle on his forehead to pet his hair out of his eyes. She kissed his forehead. Feitan sighed wistfully, feeling his exhaustion start to pull him under.

........

When he awoke, Feitan sat up abruptly, brows knitting together in concern as the issue dawned on him almost immediately.

He felt a lot less tense than usual, which was a nice surprise. But he was instantly overcome with stress as he whipped his head around and noticed the woman he needed to complete an exchange with was missing.

Fucking lying snake...

She hadn't told him her secret as she had so insistently promised.

He noticed he was clean and had been bundled up into a cocoon of fresh blankets, shielding his naked body from any eyes, but also the cold. It didn't seem like anyone had come in here, as they would likely wake him up and scold him for losing sight of the Troupe's prisoner.

Nonetheless, something caught his eye that was out of place whilst looking around in a panic for traces of her whereabouts.

A note, in handwriting he didn't recognize.

In a rush, he scurried over, hopping to pull on his underwear and pants in the process. She'd left it by the rest of his tools, which were never completely cleaned from their first interrogation together. Her blood still caked onto three in particular. But he wasn't looking at that right now.

Her message certainly made him feel many things at once. For one, she had left him what he'd worked so hard for, and sacrificed so much of his dignity to obtain. A detailed secret, written perfectly with concise wording but nothing left vague for his mind to guess at.

Despite all that effort, that wasn't really what he was staring at in complete disbelief.

She'd left an address for him. And beneath it, a short but sweet departing message.

I had fun. See you again sometime soon.

-(Name)

#feitan #feitan porter x reader #feitan portor #feitan x reader #18+ please #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #mdni #hxh #phantom troupe #hxh smut #feitan smut

[leahrintarou]

can you please please please please pretty please with a cherry on top write a smut fic with a mean dom kita, but he still showers you in touches and fulfills your needs ? just like …… please make him so dirty, filthy mouth mean, and depraveddddd i NEED himmmmm (oh and breeding kink might fit in here too oops :D)

🎃 Kita Shinsuke - Hard Dom

Warnings: hard!dom kita x fem reader, jealousy, fem bodied reader, mentions of kita looking at other women, penetration/stimulation, barely noticeable breeding kink lol, im not used to writing hard dom guys so um i hope i did a lil sum sum with this lmao

Word Count: 1.9k

kita's hand increasingly squeezed the plush of her thigh, daunting her with her inability to focus solely on the screen. tighter it got, as every jumpscare played out. their living room was dim, the television sharply breaking the lack of light with warm and gray-scaled radiance. flashes of images spouting from its glint. her legs were enclosed around her boyfriend’s infiltrating digits with what she thought was an innocent gesture; though, unbeknownst, it soon came to be much more.

their night started off rather uneventfully, as their exhaustion made itself apparent from their long day out with friends. walking around aimlessly was the one thing that fuelled the drag, but not without feelings of isolation. With the pairing of cold shoulders accompanied by prolonged silent treatments, y/n didn’t dare confront kita with her mindfulness of when his gaze lingered on the faces of some of the women in their friend group. 'It's just basic manners of eye contact; he’s not doing anything wrong' is what she would relentlessly repeat to herself.

even though she'd try to convince herself that her boyfriend was never the type to do such a thing, his friendliness would counteract her ideas of hope with doubtfulness. kita noticed how she'd loosen the grip between their interlocked fingers whenever he'd share a laugh with one of the girls. how her smile would falter when he turned his head to converse with them. though this detail was small, he still picked up on how y/n would have him repeat his sentences because she 'didn't hear' him, even though they were within a finger’s reach of each other. all she craved was his attention, even if it were to be extended by a second.

tensions clouded their drive back home. in an attempt to swat away the fog, they mutually agreed to watch a newly released horror movie in the silent hopes of easing their obvious discomfort. kita began to develop the trait of learning to hide his emotions, which would prove beneficial to his volleyball team as it kept the opposing side guessing what course of action he’d take. Though, as they say, opposites attract. Someone could tell how y/n was feeling from miles away due to her expressive body language. nevertheless, as they sat together on the couch, whether or not y/n relished it, the way she leaned in closer to kita's person as his digits danced against her skin, kita had no trouble being able to read her true, undisclosed feelings.

y/n finally turned her head, breaking the session of excruciating silence and giving kita a lustful glare before placing eager kisses on the crook of his neck. despite the shower that he'd taken just minutes prior, the now-faint scent of his cologne still lingered within the pores of his skin, which she so desperately wanted to bury herself in.

one thing, of course, led to another, and that's what brought them here. kita's hands made restless motions of pleasure with the inserting motions of his digits in and out of her sex. y/n was already becoming a breathless mess at his lack of mercy with her. already coming to her high at least twice already; however, kita was seemingly unpleased. his eyes lingered on the screen of the tv while y/n hugged his arm to try and ground herself to reality while next to him. he forced her to keep her legs spread because if she were to do otherwise...

"i'll stop everything completely."

he said, his eyes still on the TV as he seemed dazed. y/n let out moans as his palm would slightly graze over her bud every once in a while. was he doing this on purpose? of course. did y/n have to know that? absolutely not. and even if she did, it would be the least of her worries since now the movie was coming to an end, which means that kita's attention was now fully focused on y/n. this might've sounded like a good thing a bit earlier in her day, but right now she knew that kita would observe the entirety of her while putting every damn thing on either of their bodies to good use. 

"shin, 'm s-sensetive. slow down for a sec-" her voice faltered with every other word. it was a sight to see, to say the least, and while kita knew he had the ability to follow through with her request, what was the fun in that? he smiled, leaning closer to her ear before placing a kiss on her temple. "why should I? my sweet angel was just complaining about how I gave my attention to other girls, and now she can't handle what she asked for." y/n let out a whine when he fixed his wrist to reach even further inside her. "you're being ungrateful, sweetheart."

kita used his thumb to now give her aching bud more of the attention that he spoke of prior. y/n was immediately sent over the edge at the overwhelming feeling, and the heavy moan that fell along with it was music to kita's ears. his lips wore a smirk of satisfaction when her legs shivered, desperately trying to stay in place as his previous warning was in the back of her mind. "those thoughts of yours can be really stupid sometimes, y/n." he says, his fingers slowing to a pace that would be bearable for her in her state of sensitivity. y/n noticed and was grateful for this gesture of his.

kita used her freehand to sturdily grip y/n's jaw, forcing her to lock eyes with him. "say it, y/n." he started, his eyes flickering down to her sex as he spoke his next words. "say that you're a stupid girl who lets this aching hole think for her." his fingers entered her sex a bit roughly, making y/n wince from the sensitivity. y/n's eyes glossed with unrecognizable and uncontrollable emotion. kita smiled slightly when her legs fluttered closely around his hand. he watched intently, looking back up at y/n with daring eyes that silently said, "close them and you'll realize that I meant what I said, earlier." even despite her many releases, she didn't feel all that satisfied, so she forced herself to think of something else. well, tried to at least.

all she could mutter was, "you're so mean, shin.." y/n whined with a slightly visible pout on her lips. kita released y/n's jaw from his hold as he watched her let out a breath from the action. he quirked an eyebrow, watching y/n's sex as he slowly removed his fingers from her at a slow pace. her arousal coated his digits and leaked down the back of his hand and palm as he held it up in front of both of their opposing faces. "am I, sweetheart?"

y/n was reluctant to give an audible answer, so she sufficed with a nod. "i just don't want that thought crossing this empty head of yours again." he laughed, his tongue skillfully catching the traveling arousal that'd made its way to his wrist. "i'll give you what you asked for, and you're going to take every ounce, got it?" he said, using the pads of his middle and ring finger to swipe a bit of her own arousal onto her bottom lip. he leaned in for a sloppily shared kiss, and as he pulled back, his freehand ran down her abdomen before stopping just barely under her belly button. he pressed into the area slightly, y/n shivering at the bitter temperature of his finger tips.

"is this where you wanna feel me, sweetheart?"

he asked, gently trailing his fingers further up, now stopping above her belly button and below her sternum. "or do you wanna feel me here?" y/n let out a whimper when he pressed into the area with much more force this time. "can you take all of me, angel?" y/n nodded eagerly at his words. kita wasted no time pulling his bottoms down to his thighs, revealing his erected member. y/n knew kita wasn't the type to come apart as quickly as his endurance allowed him to go on for hours.

he quickly placed his hands on her hips, lifting her to straddle his lap instead. he knew y/n was still sensitive, but that made it all the better for his chance of pushing her over the edge. y/n felt tears prick her eyes with a sting as he shifted her to swifly allow her to slide down onto the entirety of his member. kita let out a low groan that almost made y/n tip over the edge.

he found the whole situation pleasing, and as he admired her pleasure-filled features, he lifted her hips slowly before allowing her to fall back down, her thighs meeting with his own bare lap. he continued these motions, seemingly getting off from the friction, of course, but the way y/n reacted to every touch was just as arousing as ever. her whines met with the crook of his neck, and even as she tried to kiss him to muffle her sounds, he pulled back so he'd be able to hear every indication of her climax approaching once more. y/n was obviously displeased by his teasing, but she couldn’t worry anymore about that when he spoke, startling her just a bit.

"if you wanna cum, you gotta do it yourself, sweetheart," he smiled, and with that, he let go of her hips and instead rested his hands on the sides of her thighs. y/n's legs were practically burning, and she knew that he was dead serious, so she mustered up the limited amount of energy that was only being fueled by her pure desire to push herself away from his member, only to meet with his lap once again. kita watched intently, admiring where their bodies connected, letting out a stringy moan at the sight of his girl. y/n was nearing her high, and it was obvious when she gripped the fabric of his shirt with force. "do you want it inside of you, angel?" he questioned, following her lolling head as the energy was being drawn from her being with every movement of hers.

her eyes widened as kita hurriedly awaited an answer. she honestly didn't know whether to say yes or no. ultimately, though, it was never her choice. her body agreed with the first option. "speak up, y/n. i need you to talk to me." his voice was comforting and calm, and y/n knew this was his way of easing any pressure that she might've felt. Momentarily after, she nodded, kita quirking his brow, unsatisfied with her lack of audibility. "with your voice, sweetheart."

she let out a whine of his name before following out with his request. kita gave into his pity felt for y/n, once again firmly gripping her hips to aid her in riding out her approaching climax. they let out synchronized sounds of pleasure as their highs finally approached one another. y/n panted heavily, breath fanning kita's cheek as he admired the slight jolts of pleasure that continued to coarse throughout her body. his warm arousal settled in her sex as kita pulled her to his chest, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"was i too mean for you, angel?" he teased, letting out a small laugh as she nodded to his words. "then how should I receive your forgiveness?" with that, she lifted her head, already knowing the intentions behind his words. "shinsuke, I'm tired-" she mumbled with a groan.

"how about a two-minute break then?"

"just...TWO MINUTES?" 

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A Court of Pleasure and Ruin (ACOSF)

[The threesome scene that ACOTAR fans have wanted and needed since ACOSF]

Nesta can't stop thinking about how Azriel and Cassian made her feel during training and of all the things she wished she could do with them. Looks like her wishes have come true.

Warning: smut, smut, smut

Also available on Wattpad and Ao3

Nesta couldn't sleep.

It was easily nearing sun- up and yet all she could do was twist and turn in discomfort.

She was too fucking hot.

Pushing back the satin covers, Nesta hugged her bare legs, resting her chin tiredly against her knees. The movement was rough, the slow and deep ache of her bones whining in protest acted as a reminder of the gruelling training session from that morning.

Though it wasn't that morning's training session that had Nesta so wound up.

It was the two idiots that were there.

Cassian and Azriel.

They had both been present to train, unusual since typically only Cassian was there to train and annoy her. But Azriel had come up to the roof too.

And that would've been perfectly fine if they hadn't begun sparring.

Nesta was hardly one to ogle and drool after attractive men, but Cassian and Az didn't look like men... they looked like Gods.

She can still easily picture it now, the two men dancing around one another taunts leaving their lips to make the other trip up, and all the while they fought and tussled while shirtless.

Shirtless.

And sweaty.

And panting.

And understandably Nesta couldn't help the arousal that spurred in her, nor could she help the lustful and erotic thoughts that clouded her mind.

Particularly, the image of her trapped between those two beautiful and sweaty bodies. And these same thoughts haunted her throughout that training session and even up until she got into her bed.

And they haunted her now.

Nesta sighed, picking up the abandoned smutty novel at the side of her bed, before flicking to the bookmarked page. She shifted into a more comfortable position, her eyes focusing down at the endless words on the page, desperate for the distraction. Romance and erotic novels usually did the trick to clear her mind but even that was fruitless, she couldn't help thinking back to Cassian.

His hands-on her body, his tongue against her core, the sounds he made when-

Stop.

Cauldron, she had to stop.

The ache between her legs was relentless at this point and her skin was so clammy she felt almost dirty.

Not that she could take a bath.

Rising swiftly from the plush mattress, Nesta rose to the ground, her feet instantly meeting the ice-cold stone of her room. She didn't bother grabbing anything to wear on top of the sheer and strappy nightgown before she was marching out of the room.

To where? She didn't know herself.

Moving through the dimly lit and silent corridors, Nesta fought against herself.

She stopped.

Looking forward she had two choices; keep going straight and knock on Cassian's door or go anywhere else but there.

With barely held restraint, Nesta veered off to the right and into the kitchen. She quickly filled a glass with water, the cup going up to her lip and emptying within mere seconds. She was practically panting as placed the glass back down, the water hydrating her thirst and yet it did nothing to quench her desire.

"Stupid, stupid" Nesta muttered furiously, her pace quickening as she practically ran out of the kitchen.

And into someone.

"Where's the fire?" Cassian raised a brow.

Nesta opened her mouth to retort, but as her eyes lifted and she noticed another figure, wreathed in shadows stood beside him, the words dried up. Azriel frowned, looking from her to Cassian in confusion.

"I- uh," She stuttered, something she never did, "I just wanted some water" Nesta explained, calmer than before, "I was just going back to my room".

"Really?" Cassian quirked, smirking as he glanced at Az, "Because I'm pretty sure your room is in the opposite direction, and your heading to mine". Nesta's face heated, realisation dawning on her that she had unknowingly been heading to Cassian's room.

Her body knew what it wanted and it was going to go for it.

"And if I was?" She jerked back, her hands folding over her chest, pushing up her breasts making them almost spill out of her top. Cassian's eyes darken as they narrow down, he doesn't even hide the desire he has as he looks over her, gliding up from her bare legs to her full chest and back to those beautiful eyes.

Challenging eyes.

"Or maybe you were going to Azriel's room?"

That question catches her off guard, and her eyes flicker to an amused Azriel, who's leaning against the corridor wall, watching the drama unfold before him in silence.

"And why would I be doing that?" Nesta demands, defensively.

"Come on Ness, fae abilities remember?- let's list them off?" Cassian continues smugly, "Heightened abilities, stamina, strength, hearing, and smell".

The stress of smell made Nesta tense, her legs involuntarily clenching shut, the memory of it all flooding back. She felt her heart hammer and the embarrassment knot in her throat, but she refused to back down.

"So I liked what I saw, I'm not ashamed" Nesta jeered, jutting out a hip and narrowing her eyes.

"No, no- that's not what this is about" Cassian frowns stepping forward, his breath fanning her face and if Nesta breathed too hard, her nipples would brush up against his shirt.

The thought made her nipples harden under the fabric.

Cassian smirked, the change in Nesta's body and smell hitting him and going straight down to his dick.

"Az and I were talking, we're curious about what exactly you were thinking about that had you so unfocused?" He was taunting her, waiting for her to explode, but two could play at that game.

Nesta smirked, one Cassian found both sexy and terrifying. Stepping back, the space opened up, Nesta felt the Illyrian's attention snag on her.

"Why don't you both follow me back to my room and you can find out?"

They both froze.

Surprised.

Cassian's face had dropped, that arrogant mask falling away into shock and as her eyes travelled over to Azriel, she felt the same, his eyes met hers in disbelief, his back still glued to the wall, though much stiffer now.

Smirking in delight, Nesta, brushed past a silent Cassian and began her trek past Azriel and down the corridor, one that was much warmer and tense than it had been when she'd come alone not that long ago.

"Well," Nesta said, turning back to both Cassian and Azriel, who stood rooted to their spots, attention solely on Nesta, "Are you two coming?"

The reaction was palpable, from them both.

Nesta noted how the atmosphere clouded over, the arousal building in the air as both men looked to one another and with dark eyes and twitching wings began walking. Cassian was smirking excitement present while Azriel remained as stoic as ever, probably a little hesitant with the situation, though Nesta knew once they entered the room that would change.

Nesta's heart was racing too, hesitant and nervous but that was overwhelmed by her desperate need, the image of the two males devouring her had her stomach aching and core turning molten.

As soon as Nesta entered the room, Cassian was on her, twisting her at the waist and attaching his lips to hers. His tongue pushed past the defence of her teeth, their tongues battling for dominance. His hands, strong and unrelenting gripped her right breast making Nesta groan, the flesh pebbling over as he pinched the nub between his two fingers.

Nesta pulled back from Cassian a moment later, much to his chagrin, and her eyes fell upon Azriel, stood silently by the door, his eyes snagged on the two of them.

Knowing she had to be the one to toe the line, Nesta smirked, her eyes on Azriel as her hand came up to the two straps holding her entire dress together. Ever so slowly and with her eyes firmly on Azriel, she slipped the straps down her shoulders and inch by inch, Nesta removed the material until it pooled at her feet.

She watched in delight and desire as Azriel's eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as he took in her naked body and the scent of her wet arousal, his eyes zeroing in on her peaked nipples.

"Is the chaperone going to join the fun or does he just like to watch?" Nesta asked mockingly.

The way Azriel's face changed terrified and exhilarated Nesta, the cruel smirk that graced his face and the way he stalked over to her had her body clenching in anticipation.

Both males were on her in seconds.

Cassian had his tongue down Nesta's throat again, his tongue domineering over hers as Azriel's rough and scarred hands danced across her naked skin from behind, before one hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just right.

Nesta moaned and her eyes rolled her Cassian dipped his head, plucking one nipple into his mouth, sucking at the sensitive flesh and his teeth lightly scraping by. Meanwhile, Azriel towering figure bent lower, his mouth attaching to the crevice of her neck, his teeth biting and tongue soothing over the delicate surface, bruising the skin.

The sound of Nesta's pants and the males' groans filled the air, Cassian working his way down her body with his hands, finding that sweet spot between her legs. The second his fingers connect with her wet core Nesta shudder's out a moan, arching her back, her ass brushing roughly against the hardness in Azriel's pants.

"Fuck Nesta, look how wet we've got you" Cassian groans, a low chuckle escaping his lips as Nesta mewls out, grinding her hips against Cassian's fingers as Azriel palms her plump and aching breasts.

"More" Nesta demands, her hand gripping behind her onto Azriel's raven locks, each rough tug eliciting a deep grunt from the shadow singer. Without warning Cassian slips a finger into Nesta, her scream of surprise quickly turns into a loud whine as he slips in another finger and curls, hitting that spot that has Nesta squirming.

Azriel's rough hands move from Nesta's stiff peaks and down her body, his fingers finding her clit as his cock rubs harshly against her ass. In tandem, Cassian's fingers fucked and curled inside Nesta at a relentless pace while Azriel circled her clit, his pace getting faster and faster. Nesta's eyes rolled and her head fell back against Azriel's chest as she cried out, her body squirming and hips bucking as her orgasm hit her.

"Good girl" Azriel praised softly, his fingers still circling her clit, slower, now working Nesta through her high.

The gravel of his low voice jerked Nesta further and she felt the pure ecstasy course through her body as the remnants of her release rolled through her, the two hands working her core slowing down to a stop.

The males allowed Nesta a few seconds to breathe, watching as her chest rose and fall and her legs quivered slightly from their assault. She leaned against Azriel, who held most of her weight up and rubbed gently at her hip, while Cassian smiled down fondly, enjoying the sight of Nesta so worn out.

"The bed" Nesta whispered out, moments later, and both males yet again sprung into action. Nesta sat on the edge of the bed, glowing as she watched both males stand before her, their eyes looking down in desire at her.

"Clothes off" She states simply, both arms falling back to the bed and she leans back to get a better look.

Both boys chuckle at her demanding request, though neither says anything as their fingers move o their items of clothing.

"Guess Nesta can be the judge of who has the biggest wingspan" Cassian chortles as he lifts his shirt over his head and Az merely smirks, a light chuckle escaping his lips. Nesta watches in glee as both boys unlace and loosen their pants, though neither bothers fully removing them yet.

Azriel comes up beside Nesta, and as he passes the nightstand, he stoops picking up Nesta's discarded novel.

"Ahh, your erotic novel for the night" Cassian teases, his hand running down and Nesta's thigh, gripping it lightly as he watches her.

"So filthy" Azriel mutters grinning, before placing the book back down and coming up beside Nesta on the bed. Immediately, Nesta's hands began roaming Azriel's body, her delicate hands mapping out the whorls tattooed onto his skin, before slipping lower and grabbing onto the laces holding his breaches together.

Nesta stares at Azriel, whose face tightens and darkens in anticipation.

"Show Az what that pretty mouth can do Ness" Cassian whisper's encouragingly, while coming up behind her on the bed, his hands running over her ass as he unlaces his breaches.

Smirking, Nesta keeps her eyes on Azriel and slips her hand into his pants, grabbing his cock and freeing it out. Azriel inhales sharply at the contact and Nesta can't help but marvel at the sheer size of him, his girth and length overtaking her hand.

She felt her pussy clench in anticipation of having him in her mouth.

Nesta moaned as Cassian's tip teased her entrance, the hardness rubbing up and down her core, stimulating her clit and slipping through the wetness of her folds. Meanwhile, Azriel's hands folded through the softness of Nesta's curls, and she felt his breathing hitch as she palmed up and down his length, his wing visibly twitching when her thumb brushed over the tip, gathering the precum.

Not waiting any longer, she took him into his mouth. Azriel groaned, the sound so filthy and guttural it has Nesta clenching, Cassian chuckling as he watched them, still teasing Nesta's pussy. At that moment, Cassian pushed completely into Nesta, stretching her fully and full to the hilt.

Her moan reverberated through her bones and body, making Az tighten his hold on her hair. She continued taking Azriel further down her throat inch by inch, her tongue coming up now and then to circle his red, angry tip before swallowing more and more of him.

He was too big for her to fully take, her hand stroked whatever her tongue couldn't reach.

Cassian began thrusting inside her, his cock delving in deep, maxing out before retreating, pulling back to the tip leaving her desperate for that full feeling again. In tandem, Cassian leisurely pushed in and dragged out of Nesta's soaking core while Nesta gagged up and down Azriel's cock, that pressure building.

Frustration building, Nesta pulled back from the Azriel, needing more.

"Fuck my mouth" Nesta moaned, pleading, her breath hitching as Cassian brushed past that perfect spot.

Azriel smirked, sweat gleaming over him as he looked down at her.

"What's the magic word, Nesta?" He rumbled out, low and terrifying, his hand stroking through her hair softly, comfortingly.

"Please" She practically begged as Cassian's ministrations got faster and deeper, his cock plunging through her. Azriel's hands wrapped into Nesta's hair and as her mouth wrapped around his length, it was obvious who had the control.

Nesta fell apart as Azriel bucked himself up and fucked her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, her moans of pleasure encouraging him further. Cassian's cock thrusts in sync with Azriel, hitting her cervix again and again to the point of pain meshing with pleasure, his fingers gripping her ass so harsh, she could feel the bruises forming.

"Fuck, Ness. Feel so good" Cassian groaned, angling his cock down into her deeper, making her moan around Azriel's length.

The only sounds heard within the room was the slapping of skin on skin and the males' harsh breath and moans, while Nesta was subjected to the perfectly brutal pace in both ends.

Azriel finishes first, his hips stuttering as Nesta sucks around him, groaning.

"I'm gonna come" He growls in a low whisper, warning her, though Nesta still doesn't relent, her mouth and hands working Az until she feels his wings twitch and the hot liquid filling into her mouth. Azriel moans, so low and dirty, the sound going straight to her stretched out core, and Nesta plucks her mouth out, her hand stick pumping him through it all.

"Fuck, right there Cassian" Nesta moans, voice breaking as Cassian pumps into her from behind, and before she knows it, his hand finds her swollen and aching clit, circling the nerves. Nesta screams in pleasure at the feeling, that familiar burn and warm ache pushing over the edge as her pussy clenches and unclenches repeatedly.

"Me too, Ness" Cassian groans, his hips jerking as he attempts to fuck her through both their orgasms. Nesta's mouth opens in utter pleasure as the orgasm shatters through her, barely able to make any noise as she writhes under Cassian's slowing pumps and Azriel's soothing hands.

Cassian comes with a deep roar, stilling as he spills into her while Nesta clenches around him, draining him. She instantly collapsed against Azriel's chest, her eyes closing and exhaustion wearing her down, barely noticing as Cassian gently pulls out from her.

Rolling onto her back and placing her head onto the pillows, Nesta opens her eyes and look at the two Illyrian males before her. Both of them watched her intently, sweat gleaming over their skins, their hair matted to their foreheads and their wings twitching and moving restlessly.

Azriel smiles, a much softer and kinder expression than before as he gathers his clothes off the side of the bed and Cassian barely pulls on his breaches before laying beside Nesta, smirking as he takes in the silence and heavy breathing.

"Well" Nesta muttered, cheeks heating, making Azriel and Cassian chuckle, "I think you two should spar at every training session."

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[yimejk]

Bts Reaction When You fall Asleep On Top Of Them

Seokjin:

At first he didn't pay attention to you. Too engrossed into movie about two lovers who have madly fell in love imaging you and him with tham sams scenarios that occured in the film. But he was pulled from his dreamy thoughts when he felt you shift and your little precious form laying at his side of body. Ever so slowly he pulled your body flush to his and gentle kissed your cheek. With a quite murmured goodnight and content smile he followed you into yours imaginary paradise.

Yoongi:

It was a cloudy day. The tale tale sight of pouring rain awaiting. On days like this it was great way to tak advantage of Y/n's affection. So when I heard the first drops of rain I pulled Y/n into my lap. She cutely snuggled in my neck. She made a sound alike a purr. I proudly grinned. Satisfied to have this affect on her made me feel so nice. I am glad she already started relying on me more

Namjoon:

It was midnight when I heard tossing. Sheets were sprawled everywhere. I looked right to see sweaty Y/n. I reached for her forehead to acknowledge she has fever. I gently sat her up. I pulled her top through jer head. She flinched from the sudden cold. I quickly discarded it into a laundry bin. It was all wet. I gave her one of my t-shirts. I made her take a pill. She drank a big gulps of water. When she was done I pulled her to lie at me and we then were drifting off again.

Hoseok:

Today marked the 62. day. It was our anniversary. I was beyond the clouds. I suggest to my dear wifey Y/n to have picnic in backyard. She enthusiastically confirmed she would gladly. Now we are laying at the soft blanket. With full belly we fell asleep. I woke up when I felt Y/n cling to me. She looked absolutely adorable. I pecked her on nose and tightly hugged her to myself.

Jimin:

I was at my studio when I heard shallow knocking. Confusedly I went to answer it. At the door was my bestfriend and the love of my life Y/n. She lazily made her way into studio. I closed the door after her and turned to her. In the meantime she sleepily made a grabby hands at me. I chuckled and walked to her. I made us lay on one of the many couch I have here. I wrapped my hands around her middle and just like that she was peacefully sleeping.

Taehyung:

Me and my fiancee Y/n were waiting in library for my friend. Because of that we had to wake up a little earlier. And with my sleepyhead it was hard task to convince her to go with me. In the end here we are. But as time pass I can see clearly how exhausted she is. To not make her fell asleep in this uncomfortable chair I pulled her to sit in my lap instead. I a few minutes she was put like light.

Jungkook:

It was 1 AM in morning. I slowly crept into mine and Y/n's home. It was late so I made sure to not to disturb Y/n's sleeping. I quickly washed myself and went into a bed. Y/n was nestled at my side of bed. I subtly hitched her up . I myself lay down on the mattresses. Like that I made Y/n lie down on me. I delicately stoked her hair and went into dreamland.

Credits to the owner of the giphs.

I tried something different so hope you like it. Have a nice day:)

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[popjunkie42]

Hate Me Instead - Chapter 6

A new chapter of my Feysand fic! Rhys fetches Feyre for her second visit to the Night Court. An ACOMAF AU.

Hate Me Instead - read everything on AO3

Chapter 6 - Fire and Ice

A short chapter this week as I’m finishing up the next one. Which is gonna be so good, I’m excited. Feyre training, some spice is coming, and Cassian might make an appearance.

Weekly updates as long as I don’t drop the ball!

I live for your comments and kudos and suggestions. Thanks for reading!

Snippet:

Ice-cold night was pouring out of the crack at the bottom of her door. It eddied and curled around my feet, colder than a winter’s night.

I knocked.

“Stay away,” her voice was muffled by the door. “I can’t stop it.”  I heard her heaving sobs in between words.

“I’m coming in, Feyre.”  The doorknob was frosted over, and I had to jiggle it a few times to dislodge the ice.

As her door swung open a cloud of darkness spilled out into the hallway. The entire room was blanketed, swirling furiously and somewhere in the darkness I could hear her sob, hear her struggling to pull in breath.

“Don’t,” she gasped.

I stepped into the black room.

I felt gently for the bond, not wanting to disturb her, but following it like a guide through the impenetrable darkness. The cold whipped around my face and I could feel frost forming in my hair, my eyebrows. My breath came out as foggy mist.

I began to send my own darkness out, gently. I thought of warm spring nights with the stars sparkling overhead. The moon when she was just a sharp glowing crescent. It began to furl about the room soothing the swirling madness.

I found Feyre in the corner, on all fours, her back heaving wildly as she sobbed and tried and failed to draw in deep breaths. The night swirled around her, keeping her from sight until a small break would afford me a glimpse of her form, tears frozen on her cheeks.

I got down on my knees and reached for her slowly, with my hand, and with my mind. Seeing her like this, I felt like my chest would split in two. I gently scraped the edges of her shield.  

Pain. She was in so much pain.

“I can’t…breath…” she gasped out.

I sent her gentle images laced with calm. I remembered last week, sitting on the shoreline just outside of Velaris, watching the moon over the ocean as the waves rolled in slowly. I thought of the sunrise over the mountains outside the palace just this morning.

Somewhat unbidden, I thought of her face on Calanmai, when she stepped out of my arms and I saw her for the first time.

Her breathing was still ragged, uneven but her desperate gasping began to calm. I placed my frozen hand on top of her own.

“I’ll hurt you,” she warned.

“I’ll be all right.”

Gently, I stroked her hand, my own version of calming night finally gaining hold and reaching her corner. She didn’t look at me, indeed, I didn’t even know if she was aware of anything around her. But her breathing continued to slow and her hunched shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

“One time, when I was six, I had this tutor that I hated. Master Euphrates.” I told her. I continued to brush my fingers gently along the bones of her hand. “He was trying to teach me math on the abacus and I just wasn’t having any of it. After an hour of lessons, he lost his temper and snatched it out of my hand. I just…saw red. And the next thing I knew we were both screaming.”

I shuddered a bit at the memory. So long ago, but I could still hear his piercing cries in my mind.

“I didn’t even know at the time about all of my powers. But I had started slicing into his mind. If my father hadn’t heard, hadn’t come running…” I shook my head.

I could hear the echoes of my mother’s voice at the edges of my mind.

Oh Rhys. Oh my sweet boy.

“When I was that young, when my powers were so new, only my parents could keep me in check. My father, because I was terrified of him and he could still dominate me. And my mother, because I would do anything for her without a second thought. But after that incident, they got me help. They found someone to teach me, how to control it, how to wield it.”

My lips twitched a bit at another memory, Amren, the terrifying beast, glowering at my six year old self with distaste and then motioning for me to sit before her for our first lesson.

Feyre’s breathing had evened out. Her arms were shaking with the weight of holding her steady, but her hand was warming under my own.

“You’re not alone, Feyre. There are people that can help you. I can help you.” I offered gently.  At that, she finally broke from her stupor and looked at me.

Her eyes were dark, empty, her face splotched with tears. But she regarded me warily.

“Is this really you?” She rasped out, her voice hoarse. “I don’t know…I don’t know which one is you.” Her shields were nonexistent. I saw her thoughts, of myself Under the Mountain, in that dark room beside Amarantha’s throne after I had caught her and Tamlin tangled together. I saw myself through her eyes, my teeth bared in a snarl, my eyes full of rage. Felt, as she did, her wrists straining under my grip, fearing the bones would snap.

I winced and turned away.

“Are you in my head?” Her voice was frantic now, the panic edging back in. “Are you just…manipulating me? How would I even know?”

She got off of her knees then, pulling her hand away from me and curling up into the corner. Another word from her and I thought I might shatter into dust.

“I’m not controlling your mind. I know you don’t have many reasons to trust me,” I said. “But let me work to earn your trust. I want to help you. Let me help you.” I pleaded.

The darkness ebbed away, leaving us sitting on the floor together on the red rug, the room around us in disarray. She bit her lip and said something entirely unexpected.

“I want to talk to Mor.”

#acotar #acotarfanfiction #acomaf #feysand #feysandfic #rhysand #Feyre #mor

[slowdiived]

lovesong (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

hi! part 6 is here. this one is a collection of lil kurt and reader interactions :) warning for smut (car sex). the first two blurbs take place before part 5 as well!

you and kurt had gotten handsy. it was like your hands couldn't find a way to not touch him whether you were in the car, at the store, anywhere. they had a mind of their own, they gravitated towards his energy. he did the same almost instinctively, to give back to you. if you held onto his arm, his head was leaning on yours. if you held onto his back, he held your shoulders.

you guys were in line at a starbucks close to your apartment, kurt's idea. you both had woken up early by accident so he asked if he could pick you up and get coffee, his attempt at trying to be around you as much as possible. of course you said yes, coffee was already on your mind and you needed to see him as well.

it was a colder day for the usual weather, the sun was hidden by clouds which made it fifty degrees outside. normally that wouldn't even feel cold to you, especially where you are from, but you were shivering a bit. you were just wearing a tight long sleeved black shirt with a lower neckline and mid-waisted flare jeans, but it wasn't warm enough.

the line was out the door but kurt insisted he wanted to sit in there with you and have a little morning date before he started his spree for the day. you were annoyed that you had to wait in such a long line but it was a smaller starbucks so you tried to shrug it off.

you guys both posted pictures with each other on your stories then talked a bit. at some point you both went silent and just waited, your arm pressed against his. you shivered a little bit and he noticed, looking over at you.

"are you cold?" he asked with a soft tone.

"a little bit," you nodded.

he quickly unzipped his jacket and handed it to you, his eyes inviting and a smile spreading. you try to deny it but he insisted you should wear it. you then put it on and zip it up. he just keeps his eyes on you, biting his lip.

"i-i think you look good in it," he admitted to you as you adjust it a bit.

it was a little big on you but you felt like it fit perfect. it was a bit big on kurt as well but your hands were hidden by the sleeves. your heart felt warm as your body was as well. the smell of his cologne and detergent mixed into the jacket, making you feel ecstatic about wearing it.

"thank you," you guys move up the line and you are finally inside.

he couldn't stop staring at you, he was turned on by just the sight of you in his clothes. he thought about what you would look like in his t-shirt and just underwear. his mind raced through mental images of you with barely any clothes on and you on top of him. he had to make himself think of something else before he would have a noticeable boner and no way to hide it. his foot started tapping as he thought about his mom or his dad to keep himself grounded.

you noticed he looked uncomfortable and you thought maybe it was just impatience which is what you were going through. a hand slipped from your side and grabbed onto his arm. he looked over again and you gave him a soft smile, leaning your head against his shoulder.

he couldn't help but smile to himself.

-

"hey guys!" you greeted kurt's viewers as he stepped into your apartment with his phone.

your roommate was gone for an eight hour shift so you invited kurt over for the night to livestream and maybe film something. he was ecstatic to see you since it had been a day. you two were becoming codependent at this point.

you asked if he wanted to come over tonight, still too nervous to ask him to stay. you thought that maybe he would try anyways so you were going to try to be high energy and tucker him out.

"there she is, guys!" he flipped the camera back to himself. "happy yet?"

"(y/n) is so beautiful, i wish you guys would date already!"

you giggle at the donation and kurt just looks up at you, smiling. he wanted to say 'yes she is' but he didn't want the viewers to know about the two of you yet, and he was nervous to call you beautiful. he got super nervous whenever he complimented you on anything, scared it might freak you out. sometimes things just come out and he has to roll with it, mentally curing himself that he did such a thing.

he knew if he didnt tell the viewers, he could get them to want to watch everything to analyze the two of you. maybe your audience would grow.

"thank you!" you leaned your head against kurt's to see the chat and have your face on camera.

he side-eyed at your loving gesture and grinned. you then walked to the kitchen where you had been cooking dinner for the two of you. he walked over as well and showed everyone the master chef you were.

"that looks really good," he said in his performative voice. "love spaghetti."

you giggle and put the lid over your boiling noodles that you had swirled around for a moment. he propped the phone up against the counter and wall, then asked people to ask questions.

you two stood in frame and leaned over to read anything people have said.

"when are you guys gonna vlog?" kurt read aloud.

you shrugged,"we just finished up a walmart vlog, kurt still has to edit it."

you playfully hit his shoulder and suddenly a donation came in.

"you can tell she wants kurt so bad."

you roll your eyes and pretend to ignore it. you read through more questions, the 5,000 viewers just spamming the chat.

"guys be respectful!" kurt said in his stupid social media dialect.

you leaned over and read aloud, "how do you feel about kurt?”

you read it just to stir the pot up a little and fluster kurt. you could tell the chat already had him thinking.

"i think kurt is super sweet," you keep your gaze to the phone. "he has his moments but honestly i wouldn't spend my time with anyone else. he's a once in a lifetime type of guy, never met anyone like him and i don't think i'll meet another."

he looked at you and little did you know he had tears in his eyes. he wasn't use to people saying nice things about him, his mom would sometimes try to be nice but it felt disingenuous coming from a mother. he quickly got himself to be a little less choked up.

"you-" he paused for a second and cleared his throat. "you are such a great friend (y/n). really."

you wanted to kiss him or hold his waist, knowing you couldn't made you antsy.

"she friendzoned his dumb ass, L!”

"hey!" you snapped at the donation. "kurt isn't a dumb ass, he's a really genuine guy. fuck off the stream. kurt is smart, kind, and such a good b-guy!"

you got nervous at you almost saying boy instead of guy. his eyes got wide and he looked at you, his mouth gaped open. you just pretended you didn't realize you said anything.

the noodles were done so you finished preparing the meal, meatballs hot and ready, and sauce to drape on top. you told everyone bye, a way to get kurt to end the stream because you wanted to kiss him so bad. you put both the plates on your pathetic kitchen table and he went to sit down, but you stopped him with your finger to his chest.

"hold on," you say almost seductively.

he pulled away from the chair, straightening himself. you grab his cheek and kiss his lips affectionately, like you couldn't breathe without him. he reciprocated back, your mouth moving in a nice rhythm. he was still sloppy at it but it added to his odd charm. you knew you could get him to polish up his skills once he was more use to the feeling.

you pulled away and he held onto your waist.

"wow," kurt laughed, his hair falling into his face. "that was awesome, babe."

your heart fluttered at the name, pressing your front into him. you pushed his hair back out of his face, noticing it was a bit greasy but not too bad. he gave you a grin like always.

"i meant every word i said," you liked to reassure him. "thank you for everything. you make me happy and feel cared for."

he kept his eyes fixated on your lips, his cheeks heating up.

"and thank you for kissing me," he chuckled. "you are like super cool. i don't really have the best words to d-describe you but like think of something even better than like fantastic. that's you!"

-

after the fiasco of thinking kurt cheated on you, he never left your side. you guys spent every minute together in between shifts at the grocery store and his spree rides, even going with him to bobby's when you could. you were able to take less shifts due to brands reaching out and giving you deals, which meant more time dedicated to him.

your content on youtube that you did with kurt turned into david dobrik style vlogs, five minute videos every week that made people go crazy. especially due to everyone finding out that you and little were a couple. you both never really asked each other out, just stated on camera that you two were together.

on a friday you found yourself at bobby's with kurt. they had been playing fortnite on the living room tv, bobby defeating kurt every chance he got. you had your feet on his lap and your body laying down on the connecting couch. you posted a few pictures to your story of the two boys, tagging them. a lot of bobby's fans wanted to see him on your page so you obliged.

you then made a stupid tik tok of them fighting like four year olds and posted it, your video getting a lot of attention. you had already grown to a million followers, everyone loving you and kurt. they keep freaking out that you two are actually together and you seemingly are too.

"god, fuck you!" kurt yelled. "can't i be alive for like five minutes?"

bobby laughed at him in response.

"im done with this, it's too easy to kill you," he turned off the xbox with his controller, standing up and placing it on the console. "im going to bed, night losers."

you tell him goodnight, excited that he finally is leaving. that kid annoyed the hell out of you.

"oh and (y/n), make sure you tag me." he said, poking his head around the corner.

"already did."

he put a thumbs up and walked away to his room. his mom would be home in about a hour so kurt just turned on some anime he likes to watch. you weren't into that so you stay in your position, not looking over.

suddenly kurt moves from under you and you look over at him. he starts slowly crawling over your body and you get excited.

"hey," he spoke softly, his head in line with yours. “you d-doing okay?"

his stutter never failed to make you smile.

"yeah im fine, baby," you say as he fixes one of his arms that is holding him up.

you could tell the name turned him on, his cheeks growing bright red. he leaned down and tried to kiss you but you kissed him first. he moans at the contact and you sit up while still kissing him, the both of you on your knees.

his hands grab your ass, a new territory he hadn't explored yet. you buck your hips a little bit, surprised at the new sensation. every part of your skin that he touched felt like it was on fire, your heart beating fast. he pulled away for air, your foreheads pressed against each other.

"was that alright?" he asked in a breathy whisper.

"of course," you smile. "you have permission to touch me anywhere, i'm your girlfriend silly."

you both paused for a second, the comment making you both giddy.

“i love it when you say t-that,” he smiled wide, his voice soft and quiet.

you nodded and he caught you in another kiss. you guys fooled around on the couch for a bit, peppering kisses on each other's faces and making out.

you both perked up when you heard the front door open, hoping bobby's mom didn't see. kurt dragged you out of their fast and into his car. he wanted to spend more time messing with you.

he's had a death grip on your exposed thigh. you wore a skirt, his hands hiking up higher on your leg. he squeezed it and kept his eyes on the road, the radio playing softly. you bit your lip at how hot he was in that moment, his hand gripping you and his precision on the road. you felt flustered, wanting him to be all over you.

you decided to turn towards him  and get close to him, kissing his cheek. he giggled and started dragging his thumb across the skin of your thigh. you pepper more kisses on his cheek then start draping your finger down his chest, pretending to mess with his hoodie strings.

he pulled off on a back road and started driving up a hill. you remembered it as the place he took you when you first kissed. you were excited to see what was going to happen. you unzip his jacket a little bit and saw his chest hair peaking out.

"you look cute today," you mumbled out, your thoughts seemingly flooding from your mouth.

"fuck," he whispered.

you tilt your head in amusement of him getting flustered. you lay your head on his shoulder for a moment but he has to turn so you lift your head up. you kept your gaze on him, wanting to give him love bites.

"you are just so pretty," you giggle. "you are literally so perfect."

you look down at his sweatpants and you could see a bulge peaking through. he finally parks after a bit, his head turning towards you. you push yourself into the backseat through the space between the front, motioning for him to come follow you. he awkwardly pushes through super fast and sits on the opposite end. you crawled over to him and straddled his lap, kissing him with as much power as possible.

he moaned into the kiss, sending your heart ablaze. you started unzipping his jacket and he pulls away to rip it off, throwing it to the dash. you kiss his neck, sucking gently and licking into him. he was definitely getting harder, pushing into you as you kept yourself going. he grabbed your head to pull you away, both hands on each cheek.

"i've never done anything like this, (y/n)," his eyes were intense on yours.

"we don't have to go far, i just wanted to have some fun," you reassure him and kiss his cheek. "especially because i don't think you should lose it in your car. it isn't going to be the best experience."

he grinned and pulled you in for a tender kiss. he pulled away again with his hands still pressed to you.

"i want you." he said in the most serious tone you had ever heard come out of his mouth.

you fell apart in that moment, wanting to attack him with another heated kiss. you could feel yourself getting extremely wet just at the weight of his words, the way the fell out of his mouth. you immediately went for his neck, kissing and sucking. he felt you up, his hands in your skirt and on your ass. he started pulling your underwear down and you pulled away to take it off. you then take off your crewneck which leaves you bare chested. his big brown eyes lit up and he immediately placed his hands on your breasts.

you quietly whimpered at the sensation, your eyes closing for a quick moment. he then pulled away and unzipped his pants, pulling himself out of his underwear.

to say you were shocked was an understatement.

he was big, way bigger than one could expect from a guy like him. you gave him the same googly eyes he had gave you prior and you could tell it made him feel secure.

"are you sure you are ready, baby?" you asked in a soft sweet tone. "i don't want to pressure you or anything, i want to make sure we are still one hundred percent."

he nodded quickly and you sat up from his lap. you took him into your hand and took his tip in between your slit, making his head shoot back and hit the window slightly. he didn't seem to care so you kept going. you were almost dripping onto him with how wet you had gotten. you hadn't felt like this in so long, it felt like the months of celibacy were all coming out of you.

you kissed his neck again and pressed your front into him.

"okay, are you ready?" you ask one more time.

"y-yes," he put his hands on your waist.

you slowly put him inside of you and sunk down. a string of expletives ran from kurt's mouth and he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

you almost couldn't fit him all in so you started slowly moving yourself up and down. his head was nuzzled into your chest as you kept yourself at a good pace.

"you feel so good," he moaned out. "just like i thought you would."

you moaned out at the statement, surprised that he fantasized about you. you found it almost endearing.

your pace started picking up and in the need for more friction, he bucked his hips up into you. you gasp loudly, your head shooting back. he was so deep and you didn't think it could be possible.

you grabbed ahold of his hair and his whimpers became louder and louder. he sloppily kissed your breasts and you cried out.

"god, i think i might come," you looked him dead in the eyes as the words left your mouth.

you felt so fuzzy and warm on the inside, at this point practically grinding on him. he pathetically whined a lot which kept you fueled to keep going.

"you're doing so good, kurt," you praised him.

he started thrusting into you at a fast pace, huffing for air and moaning at the sensations. soon you both were hitting your climaxes together. he held you close to him and cried out in your ear as you could feel him shoot into you. you panicked slightly, realizing that you hadn't even thought about protecting yourself. you decided the best course of action was to go to cvs for a plan b later.

you both sat for a moment and caught your breaths. you kept your gaze on him as he sat there with his head thrown back, a goofy grin plastered all over his face.

"let's get cleaned up and go to cvs," you smiled.

"okay," he sat up and kissed you. "that was really fun, thank you."

you kissed him again and started to slide off of him, the both of you humming at the loss of contact.

#joe keery #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle x fem reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle/reader #kurtsworld96 #spree movie #spree

[irlusa]

top five nebulae! :)

Bestie u can't just ask a man to pick only 5 nebulae

....

anyway here's 5 (+1) of my favorite nebulae in no particular order

1. The crab nebula!!!! We all know her, the crab nebula is one of the most recognizable nebulae as well as one of the closest to the first mental image I associate with the word nebula. Also known as Messier 1 and born in 1054 as a supernova remnant, the crab nebula is one of the few supernovas we have record of that was visible to the naked eye! But this may actually be my top nebula, partially because it contains a prominent pulsar aka one of my favorite celestial objects.

Look at that pulsar she's gorgeous!!!!

2. Barnard 68, a dark absorption nebula (or Bok globule) in Ophiuchus, formed by a dense and super cold molecular cloud that blocks the visible light attempting to pass through. Barnard 68 may undergo gravitational collapse in the next few hundred thousand years and become a star! It's also only ~500 light years away, making it one of the closest nebulae to us here on earth.

3. Red square and red rectangle nebulae (yes it's two but I'm putting them together). The first sits in the constellation Serpens while the second sits in Monoceros. I do like the red rectangle a little bit more, but I just think the symmetry and shape of them are really cool!!! The current theory iirc is that there's a dense ring of dust that pinches the flow into its visible path. They're protoplanetary nebulae, but they won't be around in this form for very long, the protoplanetary stage only really sticks around for <10,000 years.

4. The eagle nebula (also known as Messier 16). Is, as the name implies, one of the Messier objects. Another popular one, the eagle nebula is also in Serpens, and part of it contains the pillars of creation. Though, these pillars are only 4-5 light years in size, while the nebula as a whole stretches around 70 light years at the longest distance across. But the whole thing is gorgeous, not just the pillars! I wish the rest of the nebula got more attention, even if the pillars themselves are really cool.

5. The tarantula nebula sits at ~160,000ish light years away (compared to our lovely Barnard 68) and is the largest and most active star-forming region in our local universe. It's like, over 300 light years across in size and just SO pretty like omgomg. She's stunning and contains chemical composition very close to the peak of the universe's star-forming days.

Shoutout/honorable mentions to the shark nebula, g306.3-0.9, hen 2-47, cat's eye nebula, cassiopeia a, rcw 86 and many more.

And as a bonus specifically for you, my lovely friend, the lemon slice nebula. The original false color photo gave it a yellow color which earned the nebula its name- with current data tho i think it kind of looks like a funky lil cell, which also fits u :]

#ask game #corvus answers #spacetime shenanigans #only picking five was... hard #idk if they're exactly my TOP five but they're five i like a lot #ty for the ask bb ehee

[respectfulkitfistosimp]

The Aid

A Kit Fisto x reader fanfic PT1

It was a cold, dark night were you found yourself walking with no destination or purpose on your eyes, for they were empty and as dark as the sky above you with no star to bring any light to them. You had been walking for hours on end, the pain in your legs nipping at the back of your brain yet you found it strangely comforting, the fact that you could still feel something after the whole mess that was that day. You had basically lost the whole year after your had failed yet another final, the moment your mom found out she called you only to scream at you and on top of all of that you had found out that day that your only friend was not only the asshole that had spread rumors about you, she also told your mom your disappointing grade. You recalled such memories with the hope that they would make you feel anything yet the hole on your chest only grew bigger, it felt like the black hole that lived in your chest had been with you since the day you were born since this void was all you ever knew, you had never been happy outside from a few fleeting moments that ultimately brought you back to an even bigger hole. That day was different though, you had a resolve, one that was too cruel to even mention, one that brought you to your knees and finally allowed you to feel something other than pain; cold, it was cold, so cold that you could see the clouds that left your mouth with every breath you took, and out of nowhere bitter tears started to fall from your eyes as you thought with great care that you didn't want such end yet you felt as if there was nothing else, like this was where the path ended before you found yourself falling off a cliff into the darkness. The confusion of everything that you did and didn't feel made you tired on a way that you had never experienced before, so tired in fact that it made you fall asleep right where you stood, or perhaps it wasn't that you were tired, perhaps it was your end.

Or at least that's what you thought as you opened your eyes, the view of a dimly lit metal room woke up the dormant sense of urgency on your inside to a point where you couldn't even recall just when you had gotten up from the also metallic bed and seemingly tried to fuse with the corner the moment you saw a group of people sitting on the corner of the room, on that moment your soul practically left your body with the pathetic squeak that accompanied it. As your eyes became used to the darkness you were able to figure out just who these people were and may the Force forgive you but your surely weren't expecting to see Obi-wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano right in front of you, by now it was evident that you did infact die back on your world since everything felt to real to be a dream.

—There's no need to be so scared—said Ahsoka, your favorite character from the franchise since you first saw her, lifting her palm open hands as to show that she had nothing on them—we just want to ask you some questions.

You swallowed thickly as you gave them a small nod, yet you didn't move from the corner even when you knew that they would do nothing to harm you, or so you thought.

—Great, so let us introduce ourselves first—started off Obi-wan, who was sitting on a chair while Anakin and Ahsoka where standing, such an image carefully planed to display power to anyone who didn't know them—I am Master Obi-wan Kenobi, this is knight Anakin Skywalker and padawan Ahsoka Tano.

The three of them looked at you waiting for you to introduce yourself, but just as you were about to answer them you felt a pinch on the back of your neck just mere second before the whole room shook and a voice that you recognized came from a clone explained the situation, the light cruiser had been unexpectedly attacked by separatists ships that came out of hyperspace so the presence of the generals was needed. Before you could say anything they left you alone, the pinch on your neck seemed to whisper to you, telling you to leave, to explore, to help and as if you were crazy you listened to it. After what felt like an eternity you left the room, your legs pained you yet you still walked until you found a window that allowed you to look outside, two separatist ships going all out on the lone cruiser, the image of such a battle weights on your subconscious with the idea that you had to do something accompanied by it.

You lifted up your hands, as if meaning to grab something, next you closed your eyes and by an instinct that you didn't even knew you had you reached into something you couldn't excatly name, all you knew is that it felt like pressure was building on the inside of your spine and traveled with such ease up your arms onto the tip of your fingers. Even with your eyes closed you could see the engine room, in there a red button caught your eye and as if your were inside you pressed it, with your eyes open you were back on the ship, the magnificent view of the explosion of one of the cruiser which tipped off towards the one next to it destroying it the moment it crushed with it, who would have thought that such a violent act would be so beautiful to witness. You would have stayed there on shock if it wasn't because of the voice you loved so much, Ahsoka quickly lit up her lightsabers and looked at you with and expression you couldn't name, it seemed like anger, but also surprise and maybe even a little bit of sadness.

—I swear I didn't mean to explode it, I just wanted to turn it off—you stuttered your way thru your sentence with your eyes focused on the floor—I just felt like I needed to help, I'm sorry.

Apparently convinced with those words she resumed her position and so did her lightsabers on her belt, but still you weren't any less afraid specially when she grabbed your arm and directed you to what you liked to call the brain of the ship, if you hadn't just screwed yourself up you would be framing this moment. In there stood the other two Jedi along with the countless number of clones, yet the only ones that looked at you two were the first mentioned, it looked like somehow they had found out what you did and even though they didn't know you they looked disappointed, the same way Ahsoka looked at you. You really thought you had scaped that look.

—I'm sorry, I just wanted to turn it off—you said defeated, once again lowering your stare to the floor.

A comforting arm landed on your shoulder—It's alright, you actually helped us—you looked to your left side, and for the first time since you arrived you looked at her on the eyes, she was the first person you had looked on the eyes since forever.

The noice of the engine turned your attention away from her to the big window infront of you, you had dreamed of this moment since the first time you saw it on the cinema, your heart raced with all it's might as your eyes opened, the way the stars formed into a straight line as you jumped into hyperspace and the rush from it made your body feel as if it was on a rollercoaster, if the explosion from before was beautiful then there were simply no words to describe such a spectacle. Your surprise carried all the way over to the first look of Coruscant, where you were taken all the way to the High Council, their stares on you made you fidget with your fingers and your sight wouldn't even leave the floor, it was a pitiful sight really, that the one who destroyed two cruisers without breaking a sweat was shy because of a bunch of dignified monks staring at her.

—Much training you need—said Yoda—too old you are as well.

—I don't want to be a Jedi—you spoke, barely even above a whisper.

—Then what do you want to be?—now Windu was talking to you, no man scared you more than him and the fact that you said nothing made it even worse—whatever it is, we need to test you first, now if you could tell me what pictures I'm looking at on this holopad.

Your mind was blank, not even on that damned exam were you this nervous, but if there was one thing that your dear mother, being a yoga instructor, thaugh you was how to breathe correctly to concentrate, so you followed her advice even though it hurt your pride to do so. Weirdly enough you started seeing colours, so you said them out loud, blue, blue, green and so on, you were almost finished if the sound of multiple lightsabers igniting didn't almost make you jump back, surely you had fucked up that bad, right? So you opened one of your eyes, next the other one since you had seen that you weren't in danger and to everyone's surprised you were absolutely right. Every single one was right, normally you would think it was suspicious but since they said nothing your kept your mouth shut as well.

This display of strength paired with your ability to regulate your breath under the intense stare of the council made the opinion that some of them had on you change, so the moment when a vote to either kick you out or keep you came a comforting number of hands rose on favor of keeping you. They didn't give you an amazing job, or allow you to follow them or anything, but in all honesty being a janitor was far better than anything, after all what could a person as shy as you do when you couldn't even look at anyone in the eyes? Still this job came with it's perks, you were able to browse the library, that way learning their writing and many other facts that you couldn't wait to show off in your home, on the other side, you were learning from the recordings you took of the Jedi sparring sessions. You could only get so far with recordings so you improvised some of your moves on the arena when everyone was supposed to be asleep, key word supposed. Master Kit Fisto had kept a close eye on you from the beginning, although he had accepted you into the temple it didn't mean he didn't hold any suspicions about you, so he watched you study, clean and learn with a shimmer to your aura, like this was where you were supposed to be, needles to say Kit Fisto was no longer suspicious of you when he finally approached you with the opportunity to learn from him, to learn from a master, he watched you hesitate for a few seconds shorter than anticipated and like the master expected you agreed, what he didn't expect though was that you looked up at him into her eyes.

Perhaps being in your element made you a fast learner to everyone who saw you move like you had been taught, but to a few it was your perseverance and dedication to the art, because even if you had to clean the most disgusting mess earlier or had spent countless hours at the library they could still find you at early hours of they day practicing until almost collapsing, to some it might seem like you were crazy, but for you it was the first time that you had fallen in love with something and stook with it. It was to be expected then that the day that master Yoda and master Windu saw you at 3 in the morning rehearsing the moves you had learned earlier and filling in the parts you didn't remember they called for a match between your master and you. It was also on this match, when you had forgotten what to do next and couldn't come up with something fast enough that you had no other choice but to grab the hilt of Kit's lightsaber when everyone, including you, found out that whenever a lightsaber touched you it would instantly turn off, still your ability did not matter, you had to keep going until your master decided to withdraw, then crowning you winner.

You stood yet again infront of the council, this time just looking down, when their final words about your future where uttered, but first, they asked you what you wanted to do.

—I have seen what the war has done to you—you started off low, but with every word you gained more confidence—I know it because I know the name of every Jedi the second they die—a new skill perhaps?—so I want to help. No, I must, I must be your Aid.

On your final words you looked up at them, at last coming up with the courage, helping your words reached them.

—That, you will be then—Yoda answered, almost proud of you.

You tried your hardest to not smile but sensing that it would be impossible you excused yourself where you finally gave your face the freedom to smile, to your surprise the Jedi that you first met and soon became your friends were waiting outside for you and upon seeing you smile in such a way they knew that whatever happened in there must have been good. Ahsoka was the first one to congratulate you with a hug, next came Anakin who apart from a hug placed his hand on your shoulder, you had never been so supported on your life, not even when you brought prices and excellent grades did your family congratulate you like this so you couldn't avoid the tears of happiness that left you eyes yet to not embarrass yourself further you quickly wiped them off with your smile intact expressing your gratitude, now it was your turn to wait for the masters to come out, each one of you gave you a smile and you bowed your head right back at them, even if you were thankful your attention was spent on looking of Obi-wan and Kit Fisto. When you finally saw them come out your legs moved practically on their on as you were next to them before they could even come close to you, your hands were held tightly together to try to hide your shaking, they were both smiling without saying anything and you couldn't help but think of the worst, just when you were about to speak master Fisto hugged you in such a way that the tears you were fighting so hard to keep away slipped, hearing your cries and shaky 'thank you' he let you go to wipe your tears with the back of his hand, if only he knew how much you had fantasized about someone doing that to you. Obi-wan also hugged you, you never had a father to begin with but if you had one it was easy to guess that this was what the embrace of one felt.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #kit fisto #kit fisto x reader #kit fisto x y/n #kit fisto x you

[butterflyclan]

Mid Winter

Algaesky curled around Burdockheart, watching her friend's breathing as she slept. The she-cat's leg had gotten infected, and Algaesky could only hope that they didn't end up in the same boat, or worse, that Burdockheart's leg would have to be amputated. Whenever Burdockheart was awake, her eyes would be clouded with fever, and she would call out for her mother and father. It made Algaesky's heart ache with pain and understanding. She rested her head on top of Burdockheart's, whispering assurances that she knew she wouldn't hear.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"Congratulations!" Mintswirl told Whiskershade. "You're pregnant!" She gaped at them, her eyes wide.

"No, no, I- What? But I can't be!"

Mintswirl shrugged, turning their back and sorting through their collection of herbs. "But you are. You might want to let the sire know so the two of you can start thinking of names. If you want him to know, of course."

Whiskershade sat there, stunned, her mouth working to say something. "Do you know how many?" She asked at last.

"Not at this stage. You'll have to wait a moon before I can make a guess at that." Whiskershade nodded faintly.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"It's a cold, I'll be fine," Shadowbloom waved Mintswirl off.

"It's whitecough," they correct, "if you keep working like this you won't be fine at all." She scoffed at them and they bristled. "Shadowbloom you need to rest. Whitecough can be deadly, and it will kill you if you don't let me take care of you."

Shadowbloom stopped at that, staring at Mintswirl. "But... it's just a cough." They shook their head. She stared at them a little longer before nodding jerkily.

"Okay. I'll... I'll go lay down, then. Thanks, Mintswirl."

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Beamsnow froze, his body trembling as he stared at the body in the clearing. He stepped forward, moving faster and faster, then crumpled over Aspenpaw.

"I'm so sorry," Sakari choked out. "There was a coyote, and he didn't listen to me when I yelled for him to stop, and I really tried-"

"It's okay," Beamsnow rasped, staring at his son's corpse. "It's okay. You did your best." Sakari let out a gasping sob, hunching in on herself. She stared at Aspenpaw, her eyes wide and haunted, his image joining in her head with that of Cloud.

#clangen #algaesky #burdockheart #mintswirl #whiskershade #shadowbloom #beamsnow #aspenpaw #sakari

[tickledpink31]

Epics of Ink & Light Chapter 13: M is for Magift… and Maim

Summary: In which the preparations for the Magical Shift Tournament commence.

Notes: Happy Halloween everyone! I am sorry for the delay. I just got a new job.

Notes: To my readers, the Savanaclaw arc will be taking a different turn. I must thank @raven-at-the-writing-desk for giving me permission to use their ideas for the Savanaclaw arc. If you would like to read their alternate rendition of this arc, here is the link.

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◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Minako ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

It’s hot. The Scottish Highlands were rarely this hot.

The pavement was hard, her clothes were chafing against her sweaty skin, and the sun was beating down on her. What was she even doing lying on the ground?

Her hand reached up to wipe the moisture off her cheeks, only to pick up a much stickier substance on her fingers. Dark as the ebony of her wand did she see on her skin.

Cursed ink.

Her head turned to the side ever so slowly. The pool of ink drew her attention first. With her gaze following the trail, a little ways away she found…

Willoughby? His two flunkies were there too, out cold on the pavement surrounded by puddles of ink.

Did I… did I do that?

Ink clouded her vision, and the temperatures rose.

Hot! It’s too hot! Minako craved so badly to scratch the forming rash on her neck, but her arms felt like they were being pinned down.

Her vision cleared, and her eyes met the sun once more. The wind was so strong that she could hear it howling in her ears. There was a significant change of the scenery. Where the humble buildings of Hogsmeade once stood, there were towering boulders resting on a lush green field. A massive rock cliff loomed over Minako like some beast, and she was among the many animals that flocked to it like a herd of sheep.

A figure walking on all fours emerged at the top of the cliff. As the figure neared the edge to perch on it, Minako finally made out that it was a lion with its chest puffed with pride. Following close behind him was a mandrill and a lioness.

The mandrill walked ahead of them now, much nearer to the rock’s peak than the pair of lions. The mandrill turned to face the world, a lion cub resting in his arms. His arms thrusted high into the air, the cub presented to the land and heavens.

A ruckus of shrieks from the monkeys, the stomping of hooves from zebras or giraffes, the trumpeting of the elephants, and whatever noises the animals could make sounded throughout the land. Minako could only guess that this cacophony was their way of cheering. As tolerant as she was to the various noises that animals produced, even a Magizoologist could only take so much.

Fortunately, they all faded into nothingness and the images along with it. The sound of Grim’s snoring reminded her that she was back in her dorm.

It was nearly October. Nearly a month since she landed herself in another dimension. It was only six in the morning and Minako was already having her weekly crisis on how her family was doing. Her head throbbed.

Do they even know that I’m missing?

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Minako went back to attending her classes in a more well-fitted uniform, some money in her pockets after her first shift at Sam’s shop, and with a lavish school bag hanging on her shoulders, courtesy of Professor Crewel. The bag, while pricey, was modest and practical in design, but most importantly, Crewel’s signature was sewn on the inside rather than the outside for the world to see.

Whether you were a student in a co-ed school or the only girl in a boys’ school, letting your classmates know that your teacher is doing favours for you can make you a target. Minako has consumed enough drama series and involuntarily listened to the gossip of Hogwarts to know this quite well.

Minako had noticed how much shorter the days have gotten, and it wasn’t just the gradual transition to autumn. Half the day went by in a blur, and the next thing she knew, it was already lunchtime.

“Man, Professor Trein was definitely putting a sleep spell on me,” Grim whined as they made it to the cafeteria. “I did my best to stay awake, but I kept nodding off.”

“By ‘did my best,’ do you mean passing out within the first five minutes of class?” Minako scoffed.

“So, what’s cooking today? I’m starving!” There was a skip in Ace’s step as he grabbed himself a tray. He craned his neck, looking over the chaotic cluster of teenage boys by the buffet line clamouring like a pack of wild animals. “What’s with the long line?”

A cafeteria ghost hovered over to answer him, “A popular bakery is making their monthly promotions at our school. We have all of their goods on sale. You better hurry if you want any because they sell out fast!”

“I want three of those chocolate croissants!” came the excited demand of one student.

Another student walked away from the line with glee, sandwich box in hand. “Awesome! I  managed to snag an egg salad sandwich.”

There was indeed a variety of decadent bakery goods that the ghosts were serving up. Cookies, pastries, rolls, sandwiches, cakes, pies. The options were mouthwatering.

“Egg salad sandwiches are all sold out. Only one deluxe menchi katsu sandwich left,” announced the cafeteria ghost.

Ace grinned as he looked over the buffet table. “This is some top-grade stuff. I think I’ll treat myself today.”

“They must be really good if everyone’s kicking up a fuss to get something,” Deuce agreed, squeezing himself into the line. “Minako, Grim, is there anything you guys want… What the?!”

Confused at first by Deuce’s look of shock, Minako raised a brow. But then the lack of whining and prattling from a certain cat hit her, and she came to a sudden realization that Grim had left her side.

She smacked her forehead and dragged her hand down her face. “Why am I not surprised?”

And of course the glutton that was Grim gave himself away with his hollering. “Out of my way! That menchi katsu sandwich belongs to me!”

Making his way to the front of the line—if you could call hopping, kicking, or even shoving anyone in his path that—was Grim.

“There he goes again with his one-track mind about food,” Deuce sighed.

“Hey, watch it!”

“You got some nerve cutting in line, freshman!”

“Sorry!” Minako rushed over and caught Grim by the back of his bow tie who squirmed in protest. “You need to learn how to wait in line, Mister.”

Ace shook his head at him. “Geez, you never learn.”

A few hiccups and a short squabble later, the four of them managed to squeak by getting their hands on their own lunches.

“Score! The last menchi katsu sandwich is mine!” Grim twirled on his hind feet, dancing victoriously and holding up his sandwich box like a trophy. “I even managed to snag a yakisoba dog and this custard cream bun!”

“Happy now? We almost got our teeth knocked out,” Minako huffed as she smoothed down her sleeves. She managed to escape the mob of rabid boys with a bag of freshly baked spinach puffs and a melon bread.

“What’s new? This is Grim almost every day.” Ace glared down at a blissfully oblivious Grim.

“There’s an empty table over there. We should hurry before someone takes it,” Deuce said.

Still high from his win, Grim let out another boisterous bout of laughter. “I’ll be sure to savour the sweet taste of victory!”

“Excuse me, my friend,” a new and unfamiliar voice popped up that reached Minako’s ears. “I see you’ve got one of those delicious deluxe menchi katsu sandwiches.”

Uh oh. That sounds like trouble. Minako could just hear the mischief dripping from this bloke’s tone. She turned around to take a good look at this newcomer. Judging from the yellow waistcoat, this boy was from Savanaclaw. He was fair-skinned, a tad shorter than both Ace and Deuce but still a fair bit taller than her, and had fluffy, sandy-blonde hair where a pair of hyena’s ears rested.

“Yeah, so what?” Grim frowned at him and jerked his sandwich box from his reach. As he should because the stranger was eyeing his lunch.

There was an impish gleam in the Savanaclaw student’s eyes, and when he smiled, his tiny fangs poked out. “Help a brother out, if you would be so kind? You see, I need that sandwich, but they sold out in a snap.”

“Well, you snooze you lose. Later.” Grim attempted to escape the conversation, but the stranger blocked his way.

“Come on, I’ll trade you this red bean bun for that sandwich.” The boy offered up quite a stale-looking anpan. What was he even planning with that proposition? Unsurprisingly, Grim looked none too pleased with the offer.

“Yeah, no. Even Grim won’t fall for that,” Minako remarked out loud as she approached the stranger from behind.

The Savanaclaw student whirled around in surprise, shocked that someone had caught him in the act. He quickly composed himself and feigned an innocent look.

“Hey, look. I was just having a friendly chat.”

“Oh?” Minako sent him an equally ‘innocent’ smile. “Didn’t look like it to me.”

In the hopes of becoming a Prefect or better yet, the Head Girl, Minako had picked up some of the mannerisms of her prefects. One of them famously used a particular smile that sent students both young and old to scatter so that they could clear a path for her. It was an expression that said, ‘Don’t think I won’t disembowel you if you cross that line.’

And it seemed that the prefect had taught Minako well, judging from how the boy was sweating. Admitting defeat with his shoulders slumped, the student sauntered away to who knows where,

There was a fleeting feeling of guilt that trickled its way into Minako’s head as she watched the boy’s retreating form. She could say that she almost felt bad for him. Almost.

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As soon as Minako and Grim sat down at their table, Ace hit her with a question, “Uh, what have you been doing?”

“Hm?” Minako was slow on the uptake, too hungry to pay attention.

“Just a few minutes ago, you were kind of emanating a dark aura.”

“Oh,” Minako realized. “I stopped a would-be thief. Nothing special. Although, I was surprised he didn’t even put up a fight.” Not that she was looking for a fight, she was just perturbed by the lack of retaliation.

“Well, obviously not. You’re a girl,” said Deuce.

Minako cocked her head, feeling offended. “Excuse me?”

“It’s not what you think!” Ace hastily soothed her with a wave of his hand. “What are the beastfolk like in your world?”

“We don’t have beastfolk,” Minako answered. “We have half-breeds like half-giants or half-Veelas.”

“They’re not the same.”

“Right, my bad.”

Come to think of it, the beastfolk of Twisted Wonderland did not match Minako’s description of what a beastfolk would look like. She thought that they would look more… well, beast-like with animalistic visages and thick layers of fur on their bodies. What she came upon instead were ninety percent human features with the other ten percent being a pair of animal ears and a tail.

“What’s the big deal about my henchwoman being a girl?” Grim said, his words coming out muffled from the big bite he had taken out of his sandwich.

“Don’t you know? Beastfolk kind of have their own principles,” said Deuce.

Obviously. With different species come different cultures, and with different cultures come different ethics.

“I don’t know if it’s like this with every kind of beastman in the world, but I’ve yet to meet a beastman who didn’t hold women in the highest regard,” Ace explained.

“It’s kind of their first amendment,” Deuce supplied.

Minako had a thought back to that leonine beastman, the Dorm Leader of Savanaclaw, that time in the Botanical Garden. The vice-like squeeze that he gave her wrist, his angry, green eyes that bore into her like he knew that something was clearly wrong with her. She wondered if she misread him that time. She knew that sometimes, some people present themselves as frightening without meaning to.

Well, I guess I’d be pissed too if someone trampled on my tail… and my foot. Minako inwardly cringed. She hoped for the best when she faced him again, which won’t be long since she’s a dorm leader and had to go to a meeting for some kind of inter-dorm tournament after classes were done.

Speaking of which… “Hey, so explain to me what this Magical Shift sport is about?” she asked. “I never got the chance to ask when you mentioned it.”

Ace blinked. “Why are you asking all of a sudden?”

“Crowley told me that I had to go to a Dorm Leader meeting for the upcoming tournament.” 

Crowley had brought up the meeting to Minako last weekend as a way to divert the subject when she asked him if he had made any progress about getting her home. As if there were any worse liars than the Headmaster. He couldn’t hide how he squirmed like a maggot and looked anywhere but at her when she continued to pester him. Eventually, he managed to successfully boot her out of his office.

“It’s a pretty popular sport. They even have pro leagues and an annual World Cup,” said Deuce.

Minako nodded in a polite way saying that it was obvious. “So do other popular sports.”

“I’ve never heard of it either!” Grim hopped a little on his seat.

“Magical Shift is also called Magift for short and there are some people who prefer to call it Spelldrive,” Ace explained. “To put it plainly, two teams of seven play against each other by gaining control of a disk and score points by driving into the opposing team’s goal. You can do this on brooms or on foot, and the team that scores the most points win the game.”

“Oh, so it is like Quidditch, but less confusing.” Minako beamed. Maybe she might like playing Magift if she got the chance to.

“Oh yeah, you said something about that before. Are you going to show us how to play Quidditch anytime soon?” asked Ace.

Minako shrugged. “Maybe. If I figure out how to make the Snitch and the Bludgers.” Thankfully, Quaffles were almost no different from any Muggle football and therefore, easy to obtain. “And be warned: I play rough.”

“Pfft! Big deal. Playing Magift is pretty rough.”

“Anyway, Magift,” Deuce got them back on track. “You’re required to carry the disk using magic and use spells to attack or defend against your opponents.”

“People know that you’re a skilled player just by how flashy you can get with your spells,” Ace added. “You should see it for yourself live. It’s insane out there on the field.”

“You get to use magic other than your brooms?” Minako’s eyes widened. Why didn’t they get to do that in Quidditch?

“You don’t… use magic in Quidditch?”

“No. In Quidditch, speed and strategy matters. Sometimes, you’ll find that we try to knock people off their brooms while we’re flying a hundred feet in the air.” Granted, Minako was one of those players, even in her Little League days.

Ace and Deuce gulped.

“Even we don’t fly that high in Magift. You must have balls of steel if you’re a part of your school’s Quidditch team,” Deuce stated with a nervous smile.

“I’m actually… not a part of the Quidditch team anymore,” Minako sheepishly confessed. “I used to be, but now I just play it casually with my friends and family.” It didn’t turn out all that bad when she later got involved with the Duelling Club instead.

With a mischievous grin and cadence to his voice, Ace asked her, “What happened?”

Minako groaned. “I got into a fight with another student.” Fucking Warren Willoughby. “Then I took a bludger to the face mid-punch.”

Oh, the irony. Her, a beater, beaten by a bludger.

Ace screeched out a laughed, satisfied with the answer. “Miss Goody Two-shoes here has got a lot more in common with Loosey-Deucey than I thought!”

“Ace!” Deuce scolded him.

In retaliation, Minako kicked Ace’s leg under the table, ceasing his laughter and turning it into a yelp.

There was more to the story really. Her second year in Hogwarts introduced the worst of Minako’s behaviour. She had yet to process her parents’ deaths and the family curse, but make no mistake, her actions were still a hundred percent her fault. Passing the tryouts was easy, but consistently showing good sportsmanship during a stressful game in front of the whole school was mentally taxing. Willoughby provoked her first, but she was still stirring the pot with him and was the first to throw a punch. It was then her teachers decided that perhaps she was better off not being a part of the team both for her sake and the rest of the players. Fair enough.

“Anything more I need to know?” Minako asked.

“Actually, yeah,” Deuce piped up. “When you have prestigious schools like NRC, their annual tournaments are public-wide events to attract pro league recruiters who scout for promising young magicians. Every year, when I watch it on TV, the people there are in a frenzy.”

“TV? It’s that big of an event that it’s broadcasted live?” Minako gaped. Yeah, this was nothing like Quidditch. Even Quidditch World Cups don’t get this much attention.

Ace nodded with a smirk. “Worldwide.”

“Worldwide?” Grim parroted, looking more invested in the conversation. “So you mean if I play in the tournament, people all over the world will see it?”

“Grim, our dorm can’t play,” Minako shot him down. Sorry, Grim.

“What?” Listen closely, and you can hear Grim’s heart shattering.

Deuce flinched at just how blunt that statement was. “You really don’t hold your punches.”

“It’s the truth. The Headmaster said that we don’t have enough players.”

Like a toddler, Grim flopped face-down on Minako’s lap and began to weep. “It’s not faaaaaiir! I want to be on TV and have my adoring fans scream my name and shout about how cool I am!”

Ace rolled at his eyes at his childish behaviour. “Seven, you’re delusional. You didn’t even know what Magift is until now.”

“It might be possible that you’ll get new students at Mugglesworth next year,” Deuce reassured.

“Am I even going to be here next year?” asked Minako.

Grim sobbed even harder.

Feeling bad, Minako gave Grim a sympathetic pat on the head. “It’s not the end of the world, Grim. We have other things to do during the tournament anyway. I promised to help Crewel with the recovery potions, so I saved us the trouble of not selling drinks at the arena.”

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help. “That isn’t any better! Man, this sucks!”

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Ruggie ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Damn it!

Pent-up with frustration, Ruggie swung his foot to kick a pebble aside on his way to the Botanical Garden. Of all the people who had caught him in the act, it had to be that new girl. She was just a human and yet, she had a presence that felt no different to any woman he’s met in the Afterglow of Savannah. That smile of hers was nothing friendly.

And her smell. Seven, it made his hair stand on end. She smelled like… like…

“Oi, Ruggie. I don’t smell that katsu sandwich I ordered.” The sound of Leona’s voice was chilling to hear, grogginess from a mid-morning nap aside.

Before he knew it, Ruggie had already made it to the Botanical Garden with no deluxe sandwich in hand. Only a pathetic red bean bun that had already gone stale and was actually his own lunch.

Ruggie clicked his tongue, wanting to vent his frustration a little. “They ran out alright. It’s your fault for always ordering the most popular thing on the menu.”

Over the years of being Leona’s lapdog, Ruggie has grasped a way of wording his snide remarks without losing the perks of being his right-hand man. With someone as apathetic as Leona, he found that he can be more loose with his jeers as long as he remained useful, and he gets compensation in cash. Call it a nice little stress ball for all the chores he kept dumping on him. Eat the rich, right?

The second prince of the Afterglow of Savannah yawned and rose to sit up from his designated napping spot where apparently the grass was softer. He’s been sleeping there all morning, hasn’t he? There went his one-day streak of no missed classes.

“Idiot. The harder it is to get, the more you want it.” Leona scowled.

Ruggie rolled his eyes at the nonsensical reasoning of a privileged guy. “Anything that’s edible and not mouldy is good food to me. But of course a prince like you wouldn’t know shit about it.”

Leona shot back with a scoff, “Just remember that I’m not the crown prince. I can’t become king no matter how badly I want to be. I’m not so different from the common folk.”

“‘Not so different’ my ass! You saw a photo of my house, and you thought it was a doghouse.” Ruggie clenched his fist then unclenched it.

“Did I say that?” Leona casually leaned back against the trunk of a tree. He didn’t seem guilty about that time in the least.

“You have no idea how badly anyone in my neighbourhood would want to live in a palace as big as yours.” And just for one day, Ruggie would like this brat of a prince to live in the slums like he did. See if he thinks that he lives like a commoner having to scrape for food and not knowing when your next pay cheque was going to come in.

“Royal life isn’t all that great,” Leona argued. “It doesn’t matter how talented or hard-working you are. Whether you’re born first or not is the only thing that counts.”

That reminds me… There was a time when Ruggie’s grades were at an all-time low. Between his low-budget schooling and side jobs, maintaining a balanced life was impossible. He and his grandma were starving, so less of his time was spent on his classes and more on hustling until he was too tired to even think about school. Nudging his way into Leona’s inner circle was completely on accident, but it had been his most beneficial event of his life. Not only did he get paid for looking after the prince, he got access to study guides and tutoring that significantly boosted his academic scores. Leona himself showed him the ropes on how to ace a test and the correct methods on brewing a potion.

It was clear that Leona had a brilliant mind that Ruggie knew for a fact was nurtured through the prince’s own hard-earned effort. Where did all of that motivation go?

“So what happened with my lunch? Couldn’t take it from someone with your sticky little fingers?” Leona snorted condescendingly. “You must be losing your mojo, Ruggie.”

“I ain’t losing anything! I almost had one, but that new girl got in my way.”

Leona was silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Then he said to him, “You smelled her, didn’t you?”

So he knew.

“I ran into her a few weeks ago. Stepped on my tail while I was napping,” Leona explained.

“Wait. I thought someone stepped on your toes.” Ruggie recalled how he caught Leona yelping in pain as he held his swelling foot.

“That too. This time on purpose so she could run away.”

Now it was Ruggie’s turn to laugh at him. “You probably scared her. And here I thought you were extra nice to girls.”

“Shut up. I ain’t extra nothing to nobody!” Leona vehemently denied. “That new Dorm Leader may look harmless, but there’s something off about her.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Ruggie shuddered at the thought of the girl’s smile.

The new Prefect resembled that of a porcelain doll on the surface, but they say that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Even so, it’s hard to mask the scent of blot from beastfolk. That girl was definitely hiding something.

“Speaking of Dorm Leaders,” Ruggie said, “you have a meeting about the Magical Shift Tournament after school. You better not miss it.”

Leona grumbled, closing his eyes and ready to take another nap. “Ugh, what a pain.”

“Hey, you’ve got all the nice perks of your position, so act like you deserve it!”

“Fine, I’ll go.” Leona huffed and turned to his side. “Get me something else that’s nice and hot. Make sure it’s loaded with meat and that you get here before lunch is over.”

“What? There’s probably nothing left in the cafeteria. Leona? Leona?” Ruggie called out to him.

“Zzz…” Dead asleep.

“I’m not your damn alarm clock,” Ruggie muttered as he hurried back to the main building with a fleeting feeling of hope that there was still something good enough left at the buffet to satisfy his picky dorm leader.

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Minako ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Prefect was a title that Minako had always yearned for, other than Head Girl, but never got. She was sure that Professor Hallowswift liked her enough, but she often expressed how the curse got in the way of Minako becoming a proper leader for Slytherin. No matter how stellar her grades were or how much the younger Slytherins looked up to her, there will always be that thorn in Minako’s side.

But this time… this time she has a chance to prove her skills as a Prefect, no, Dorm Leader. She’d be the youngest Dorm Leader this year for sure, but Riddle definitely knew what that was like for him last year.

“Nervous?” Riddle asked her.

“A little.” Minako wrung the end of her tie for the umpteenth time before smoothing out the wrinkles of her shirt. Maybe wearing her space buns was a bad idea for the meeting.

“Your tie is crooked. Let me fix it.” Riddle moved to undo her Windsor knot.

“Really?” Minako glanced down to look at her tie, feeling embarrassed. “I thought for sure that I did it right—” She paused, deciding not to resist Riddle doing a favour for her.

Minako decided to change topics. “It must be hard being the only head of your dorm. Hogwarts has a vastly different prefect system.”

“Oh really?” Riddle quirked a brow.

“Yes. We have six Prefects for each house and two Head Students for the whole school in addition.”

Riddle paused for a beat of one second before speaking up again. “Just how many dorms do you have?”

“Four.”

“Four…” Riddle gripped his chin, murmuring numbers under his breath before switching back to a much louder volume. “That makes twenty-four prefects!”

“And a Head Girl and Head Boy that lead the Prefects as well as the rest of the students. That would make twenty-six school leaders,” Minako sardonically added. Just because she wanted to be a prefect, that doesn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to make fun of the system sometimes. “I mean having more than one prefect is fine, but I think six is a little excessive. And Hogwarts is the one with fewer students attending than NRC. Maybe it’s because we’re always taking in rambunctious eleven-year-olds every year.”

Riddle sighed. “Eleven seems a bit too young to be living away from your parents in a boarding school, don’t you think? Especially when they’re lumped with other students on the cusp of becoming adults themselves.”

“It’s normal where I’m from, even with some Muggles.” Minako shrugged. “Well, I guess it used to be worse back then since Hogwarts would take in just about any child with magic, some of which who knew virtually nothing about the Wizarding Community and were suddenly thrust into a strange new world without their parents.”

Muggle-borns like her could have been just as ill-prepared as them had it not been for the Muggle-born program that opened fifteen years ago.*

“So, you really do live in secrecy from the magicless,” Riddle stated plainly.

“Yeah, mostly. I guess I never told you about that, didn’t I?”

“You can tell me about it later. The meeting is about to start.”

Minako felt Riddle tighten the knot on her tie one last time before he turned to enter the doors of the Mirror Chamber. She glanced down again at her tie and did not see a Windsor knot at all.

He fixed it into a bow tie.*

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Since the first time she met the Dorm Leaders, Minako sensed their overwhelming auras all clashing together to see whose presence was the loudest. They were imposing as ever when they all turned to look at her as she walked into the chamber with Riddle. Again, she felt like shrinking back just like the first time she was in this room. Why were some of the Dorm Leaders so tall?

Of course, she couldn’t infer much about the person talking behind a floating tablet other than his shyness and introversion. Idia Shroud, was it? As the Dorm Leader of the ever so withdrawn dorm of Ignihyde, one would have thought that Idia would have the slightest hint of pride to represent his students in person. Guess not. At least his voice was clear enough to come through his tablet.

Kalim’s aura was different. It was sunny and bright, maybe overwhelmingly so, as he was on the surface. It wasn’t much to be scared about. He gave her a friendly wave and a wide grin as Minako entered the room.

Vil Schoenheit, the head of Pomefiore, had a beauty that was so lethal that one look could cut you down. Minako had seen him roam the school halls from time to time and in countless video ads on her phone for his makeup brands. She had roomed with several well-known heirs at Hogwarts before and her best friend back home was famous in the Wizarding Community herself, but it was hard to shake off the bizarre feeling of being in the same room as a celebrity. It was difficult to spare even a quick glimpse at Vil with how much it felt like he was judging her every move.

Minako suddenly felt a chill down her spine as she felt someone was watching her. Looking up to the source, she locked eyes with Azul Ashengrotto.

The Dorm Leader of Octavinelle sent her an in-genuine smile, but he only got a blank look in response. Generosity of the Sea Witch, huh? More horror stories about his contracts came from his dorm than actual miracles coming true.

Then finally came Leona Kingscholar from Savanaclaw. Much to Minako’s relief, he glanced at her for a second then looked away. He didn’t stare, gawk, nor did he burn holes into her head with his eyes. In fact, the look in his eyes were somewhat glazed and indifferent to her presence. One could only hope that he didn’t have any hard feelings from their first encounter on the inside.

Crowley’s booming voice rang across the room, “On behalf of our prestigious school, I call to commence our meeting concerning the October Magical Shift Tournament.” With his staff, he graciously pointed over to Azul. “Let us begin with an announcement from Mr. Ashengretto from Octavinelle dorm, our manager of the tournament planning committee.”

“My fellow dorm leaders, thank you for having me,” Azul greeted everyone with a syrupy tone and a sickly sweet smile. “The grounds surrounding the Coliseum are now fully booked with food stalls as well as our kiosk space for both internal and external endeavours.”

Kalim casually nudged Minako’s shoulder to eagerly tell her, “Awesome! This year’s going to be buzzing with excitement!”

Minako simply smiled and nodded at him. I have no idea what’s going on.

Without missing a beat, Azul continued, “As always, invitations have been sent out to various royals around the globe. General admittance tickets are about to be sold out. And of course, TV stations and the press are requesting to get their hands on the latest scoop of the event.”

So, this really is like a mini Super Bowl of this world. How American football was played surprisingly never interested Minako, but she always looked forward to the Halftime shows.

“I guess the whole world will be watching. I always looked forward to getting my VIP tickets before I was enrolled in this school,” Kalim said. He turned to Leona. “Hey, you’re a prince. Do you think that we might have ran into each other at the tournament when we were kids?”

Leona, who was leaning back in his seat and seemingly had dozed off, spoke up, “Who knows? Who cares?”

“Minako, what about you? Ever been to a Magift tournament before?” Kalim’s question came unexpectedly.

“No, not a Magift tournament,” Minako quickly replied. I’ve been to Quidditch World Cup Tournaments though.

“I’ll have to make sure that my face is in top form for the cameras,” Vil said thoughtfully. “That much exercise means that I’ll need constant touching up on my foundation.”

Okay, even I don’t wear makeup for exercise. What sensible person wears makeup when they know that they’re going to sweat? If Minako could shake her head without offending anyone, she would.

“Only your dorm would use up their timeouts to fix your makeup,” Riddle voiced Minako’s thoughts with a sigh.

“I don’t understand how any of you can be so excited at the prospect of being in front of a bunch of normies. Just the thought of it makes me want to vomit,” India’s soporific voice sounded from the speaker of his tablet.

Eh, Minako can sympathize with that to a degree. She herself wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to be on live TV. The idea sounds exciting at first, but then you realize that the whole world is watching you and your flubs. There are mad individuals out there who are just so eager to humiliate a stranger and ruin people’s lives.

“Ahem! As I was saying…” Azul diverted the attention back to him.

“Oops! My bad,” Kalim sheepishly apologized.

“Once your dorm’s player rosters have been decided, you must submit the registration documents. Submit the paperwork late by even a single day and—”

“And we’ll be disqualified,” Riddle finished.

“No, no. You’ll need to pay a processing fee to make the fastest delivery as possible.” Azul corrected with a greedy smirk.

Minako swore she heard Idia curse under his breath.

“Excuse me? I don’t recall that even the head of the planning committee can change rules like that to allow a breach in policies,” Riddle protested.

“Well, if it doesn’t disqualify anyone from the game then I’m glad the rules have been changed,” Kalim laughed.

“Let’s not get off track,” said Crowley. “Concerning the tournament bracket, I have an idea that I’d like to propose.”

Riddle raised a brow. “And that is…?

“It is about Diasomnia’s Dorm Leader. I propose that Mr. Draconia is to be inducted into the hall of fame at this time.”

The room went quiet. Vil and Riddle frowned, Azul and Kalim exchanged equally bewildered looks, and Leona… Leona was glowering at the Headmaster. The tension grew.

“Huh?” Kalim broke the silence

“What’s this about?” Leona finally found his words that almost came with a guttural growl—accusatory and almost threatening.

Strangely enough, the over-emotional Headmaster did not seem shaken by Leona’s rising ire and continued, “Ever since Mr. Draconia’s admittance to this school, there hasn’t been a single dorm that managed to score a point against Diasomnia before they are inevitably trounced on the playing field. Diasomnia regularly scores over a hundred points, most of which were Mr. Draconia’s doing.”

“I remember when we went up against him last year. Not even five seconds on the field and my dorm was already done for,” Kalim lamented.

Even judo matches and relay races weren’t this short! Is this Malleus fellow even real?

“He’s like some cheat character that completely breaks the game,” said Idia.

So like Bayonetta when you’re playing Smash Bros, Minako snorted. Well, what did you expect from someone whose birth tipped the balance of the universe?

“What did you say?”

Minako stiffened and clamped her lips tightly together, having realized that she had muttered out that statement.

“Nothing. I said nothing.”

“May I remind you all that this tournament isn’t just for your amusement. People take advantage of this tournament to seek out the next line of talented young magicians.” Crowley sternly crossed his arms. “However, with Mr. Draconia still enrolled in our school, Diasomnia wipes out all of their opponents before anyone can show off their skills leaving no competition at all and a less than optimal display for the spectators.”

“I’m down for that since it’s no fun getting kicked around by some big shot,” Idia’s voice gained the tiniest hint of optimism.

Crowley turned to look at Leona. “And I know that many of Savanaclaw’s members aim to play as Magical Shift pro leagues. Savanaclaw has had a long history of never scoring anything below third place in our ranks, but in the last two years you have all but been stamped out of the game in the opening match.”

Ouch. Minako inhaled sharply, not bothering to hide the grimace on her face. And people say that she was blunt.

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? Another year, another disgrace, but this time you’re forcing us into it,” Leona seethed.

“You misunderstand, Mr. Kingscholar. I don’t wish to humiliate you by doing this. I already have Mr. Draconia’s consent to his induction, and all I need is the committee’s approval.”

That didn’t seem fair.

“Wouldn’t it be more humiliating by not giving people a fighting chance?” Minako suddenly blurted out.

Then everyone turned to stare at her. She’d been fairly quiet for most of the meeting with nothing much to add.

So far, she was more of a side piece rather than an actual Dorm Leader worth her salt.

Minako swallowed back her nerves and pressed on, “What I mean is, it’s rather poor in taste to declare someone the champion by default before everyone else gets a chance to go up against him. It ends up relegating the talents of your students. And just because they won the past two years doesn’t mean it will be the same this year.”

“Didn’t you hear me call him a cheat character earlier? Do you see any other top mages around here, kid?” Idia sounded exasperated with her like an adult with a clueless child (which technically they were, but come on, they were only two years apart).

“Ms. Nezumi, your input is much appreciated. But as the youngest here, therefore the least experienced, it’s best to let the grown-ups do the talking and learn from there,” Crowley chided her.

“But I—” Minako helplessly dropped her hand against the oak railing set in front of the pew, embarrassed that she even bothered. Mate, are you actually trying to trigger the curse?

“Are you actually shutting her down like that when she’s right?” Leona defended. “We don’t need a handicap to play. Most of all, I loathe it when someone tells me that I can’t win before I’ve even begun to fight tooth and nail.”

“No, that is not what I’m implying—” Crowley was promptly cut off.

“Then what is it?” Leona stared him down, backing his prey into a corner. “You can’t get very far in a game of Magift with brute strength. You have to use what’s in here.” He tapped the side of his noggin for emphasis.

“I’m no good at using my head either, so I’d lose to Malleus either way,” Kalim humbly admitted.

“But I can. Lizard Breath’s got brawn, I have brains. Without a moment’s hesitation, he’ll jump into the fray, but I plan to win it all.”

“Is that so?” Azul challenged.

“The King of Beasts gained ownership of the crown through his tenacity and cunning mind,” Leona explained, pride glinting in his eyes. “You want to take down that monster so badly? Start turning the gears in your brains and think of something. I bet the whole world would be glued to their seats if another team breaks Diasomnia’s winning streak, and who are we to deny them that? That team could be sittin’ pretty in no time.”

Minako was amazed. If Salazar Slytherin wasn’t so prejudiced, he’d love to have Leona under his tutelage.

“So you do have a functioning brain up there,” Vil stated sardonically. “But yes, I agree with Kingscholar for once. This plan is utter nonsense. I don’t appreciate you excluding talented players, especially when it reeks of an unconscious bias for Prince Malleus.”

Riddle nodded his head in agreement. “That’s right. As a self-respecting magician, I don’t intend to throw in the towel before I even get the chance to show what I’m made of.”

“That stuck-up louse’s dismal face broadcasted to the whole world would be a sight to see, wouldn’t you agree? Just the thought of it could almost put a pep in my step. Almost.” If it was possible, Leona’s smirk grew more arrogant.

“It would certainly give the ratings a boost.” Azul grinned. “I could see it now on the front page: ‘Prodigy Prince Malleus Draconia loses win streak.’”

“I don’t want other players to be left out of the tournament either. It wouldn’t be fair,” Kalim added.

“What? How come I’m the only one who’s okay with him being in the hall of fame?” Idia complained.

“Hey, you heard them. Majority rules, so Malleus won’t be seeing the hall of fame. That’s final,” Leona boldly declared.

Crowley sighed, defeated. “Very well. But!” He raised a finger with a warning. “If this year is a repeat of the past two years, he will be in the hall of fame.”

“Whatever.”

Now, it was Minako’s turn to be called out by the Headmaster. “Ms. Nezumi of Mugglesworth dorm, you have the floor this time about your contribution to the tournament.”

“Yes, sir.” Minako mentally went back to the flashcards of the speech she prepared for this and anxiously hoped that she can say it all without a hint of a stutter. “As you all know, Mugglesworth is but a humble dorm currently housing only two students. Because of this, it prevents us from participating as players in the tournament. However, I have agreed to use my skills in potions and apothecary to collaborate with Professor Crewel to tend to any maladies and injuries that the players have sustained.”

“Aw, you won’t be playing?” Kalim frowned.

“No. I’d love to but no.” Besides, it’s not like Minako knew how to play even on a beginner’s level yet.

“I see. Crewel must have plenty of faith in your abilities if he asked for your help.” Once again, Azul did not do a good job of painting himself in a good light with that slimy smile. Was he even trying to sound charming to her?

“Leave the poor girl alone, Azul,” Vil lightly scolded him.

“Ahem. Well, that settles it. Thank you all for coming.” Azul clapped his hands with finality. “And remember to turn in your registration forms on time. Not that I would be too upset should that slip your minds.” He finished off with a sinister chuckle.

“Hold the phone.” Something had felt off about the meeting since Minako arrived. How could she have been so forgetful to not have realized it sooner? “Where is Prince Malleus?”

Vil froze where he sat. “Did… we forget to tell him about the meeting again?”

Again?

“Ah,” A noise of what one could make from experiencing a paralyzing shock came from the Headmaster and the other Dorm Leaders.

“I… must have miscounted. We have eight Dorm Leaders this year, not seven,” Crowley sheepishly admitted, his pale cheeks noticeably pink from embarrassment. “So much for making sure no one has been forgotten this year.”

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Riddle ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

“So I’m throwing a homecoming party this weekend,” Kalim suddenly announced as they walked out the Mirror Chamber. He seemed less focused on the group as a whole with the way his eyes immediately diverted from everyone else to Minako’s direction. “It’d be nice to have you over at my dorm. I could show you all the cool renovations that my father sponsored.”

“Oh, that’s right. I missed your party last time. I’m sorry about that,” Minako said.

“You were nursing a fever and injuries. It’s not like you could help it,” Riddle interjected.

“Yeah, I heard about that. Did you like my get-well-soon gifts?” Kalim was eager to hear Minako’s answer.

“I did! The coffee beans made some of the best coffee I’ve ever had.” Minako beamed.

The corner of Riddle’s mouth quirked. He steeled himself, chanting in his mind that Kalim being sweet on someone was nothing new.

“Is it just me, or does Mr. Easy-Breezy have googly eyes for the new girl?” Leona quietly mumbled while Kalim and Minako were all too caught up in their conversation.

So, if Leona noticed it too… Riddle tightened his fist.

Idia had no shame in letting the rest of the group know how annoyed he was. One could imagine the shake of his head behind his screen. “Save a guy’s ass once from getting charred, and he suddenly wants to be your boyfriend.”

“Huh?” Riddle whipped his head around to look at him, or rather his tablet.

This reaction, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed by Azul. He didn’t miss an opportunity to send a sly smile his way. “Oh? Is our ever so severe Riddle Rosehearts fond of Ms. Nezumi? I never thought I’d see the day you would be vying for someone’s affections.”

Thankfully, Minako hadn’t been listening at all and was still conversing with Kalim.

“She’s an honorary member of Heartslabyul and under my tutelage in becoming a proper Dorm Leader. It’s only natural for me to protect those in my circle.” Riddle stated. He managed to compose himself, but the damage was already done and Azul was still smiling.

“Protect? Please. Kalim wouldn’t hurt a fly,” said Vil. “There’s no shame in admitting it. She has a winsome appearance.”

“Hrrk! Ack!”

Everyone’s heads jerked at to look Minako. Said winsome girl let out some rather alarmingly unpleasant hacking noises right in front of everyone. The sound and the way that her arm covered her mouth was all too familiar to Riddle.

Oh, no.

“Ah! Minako, are you alright? Are you sick again?” Kalim stepped forwards towards Minako in his panicked concern.

“What the…” Leona’s ears perked up in alarm.

“Oh my.” Azul, looking appalled but still somehow eerily calm.

“Don’t just stand there! Someone get her to the infirmary!” hollered Vil

With no more time to hesitate, Riddle jerked Minako away by the crook of her arm and ran far and away from anyone else’s view.

Of all times, why did that blasted curse have to act up again?

“I’m sorry,” came Minako’s meek apology that barely reached Riddle’s ears as her hand moved to cover her mouth. The downside of wearing white gloves as opposed to the school’s black gloves was that it can be easily stained by things such as the sable dribbles of blot.

It sent a pang in Riddle’s heart, sending his mind back to his tiny and apologetic self under his mother’s heel.

“I’m sure they didn’t see the blot, but we would have to make up an excuse should they ask. Drink your potion now,” Riddle reassured her. “Were you that nervous about the meeting?”

“No.” Minako popped the cap of her flask open. “I heard the droplets of ink.”

“What?”

“Riddle, I have a feeling that something will go amiss with this tournament.”

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº ??? ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Target spotted.

“This year for sure we’ll be on the Spelldrive roster,” Ethel Griffon confidently announced. Blond, messy hair—yup, matches the description.

He was standing at the top of the stairs. This was too easy.

“Hope you got some flashy spells under your belt.” Kermit Footman—kind of stupid, so he probably won’t get in the way of him being able to do his job.

“Heck yeah, I do! I showed them to Crewel earlier, and he was impressed.”

Ah, it’s too bad I have to do this. I feel kind of bad.

Not!

With no hesitation at all, he flicked his pen and moved his body to jump forward.

“Let’s go back to the dorm and show this to— BWAAAAH?!”

A series of thuds, a yelp, and a grunt came after.

“What the— Hey! Why did you just jump down the stairs like that?”

“I…d-didn’t jump!” From the sound of it, poor Ethel must have broken something. He gasped and choked. “My leg… fucking hurts!”

Perfect.

“Come on. Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

And as they tried to find their right footing, the mastermind himself finished off with a discreet laugh. Mission accomplished.

“Shi, shi, shi…”

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Notes:

Yeah, so I didn't include the blot explained scene at Crowley's office. Blot was pretty much explained in chapters 5, 10, and 11, so it would be redundant to write that. At first, I was going to rewrite the scene with the staff getting to know more about Minako and her curse, but I couldn't think of a creative way to do that.

Also, I apologize again for the long wait. My new job is keeping me busy.

*Muggle-born Program: I believe I saw headcanons of these on Tumblr. My version of this headcanon is that it is basically a summer program with Muggle-borns and Half-bloods ages 6-10 that opened shortly after the Second Wizarding War in response to aiding lost and confused Muggle-borns. The program is utilized to familiarize magical children from Muggle families with the Wizarding World before they are officially boarded once they reach the age of eleven. Kind of like getting a letter from the owl post early to attend Hogwarts.

*He fixed it into a bow tie: Flirting 101 by Riddle Rosehearts: Pretend that her tie is crooked, so that you could fix it for her. Tie it into a matching bow tie instead of her usual Windsor knot.

*Ethel Griffon: Minor Heartslabyul OC based on the Gryphon from Alice in Wonderland.

*Kermit Footman: Minor Heartslabyul OC based on the Frog Footman from Alice in Wonderland

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[satsekhem]

Osiris Mysteries: Forming the Earth Write Up

The bucket chosen for these yearly endeavors was a Jack and Jill gift I won years ago. It's the only inside container large enough to hold two corn dollies.

The bottom of the bucket is still filled with soil from last year's rites; a sort of similar ritual as something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Minus the last two things anyway.

One of the best things about my partner's mother is that she does not fuck around. When I told her that I needed potting soil, she showed up with a giant square block of soil she hadn't opened for use in her greenhouse. Three years later, I still have the huge block of soil though considerably depleted. Most of the plants I put in the mix lives, so it must be the good shit. Or she imbued it enough with her own green magic. Either way, I'm usually successful.

The problem is that the block lives in the garage. So, it's frozen every November when I need to chisel off the block. It takes a lot of stabby-stabbing to get enough off to fill the bucket I use for the rites. But after a lot of hard work (and heavy breathing because of the non-COVID chest cold that just will not go away), I had enough to fill the bucket nearly to the rim.

And then, it's time to play.

I both love and hate to play in the dirt.

I love watching my nails grow thick with it, the dust and debris from dirt clouds sticking to my skin. It's a form of baptism. A rite of passage for everyone, no matter their age or vocation. Scrub the skin with the soil and your born anew.

But I also hate the way the dirt feels and how intensely I have to scrub afterward. And no, gardening gloves aren't the answer. To form the earth, one must put their hands to it, to mold it, to bring its image into being, to create and bestow life.

I also hate the feel of gardening gloves on my hands.

The first layer of soil from the year before was purified the night the corn dolls were made. Three sticks of incense - one of sandalwood, one of myrrh, and one of frankincense - was left to burn itself out in the bottom layer for a deeper purification than typically completed. While incense ash is typically too acidic for soil, in this instance, the layer with the incense ash will be reused for the burial of the corn mummies and will likely not impact the plant that will go on top of that layer.

The topmost and recent soil is purified using cold water from the nemset-jar. The water is purified with salt and incense and then carefully flicked from four fingers onto the earth four times. (Four is the number of totality or completion.)

Once the water has been flicked onto the earth, it's time to break down the larger pieces that popped up during the mixing of the new layer of dirt. When the dirt sifts easily through slotted fingers, additional purification is used in the form of incense (sandalwood) and candle flame.

The earth is also provided an offering of ma'at.

After the incense has burned low and gone out, the soil is formed into a shape closely approximating the primordial mound. A capstone of red jasper is placed upon the top of the primeval mound.

This rite went smoother and quicker than the last. The only frustration was the accidental dropping of soil on the floor and slight anxiety at trying to figure out how I'm going to bury two shroud-covered mummies without making too much of a mess.

The truth is stranger than all my dreams

Oh, the darkness got a hold on me

I have seen what the darkness does

Say goodbye to who I was

- Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron

#kemetic #osiris mysteries 2022 #om: forming the earth #personal religious shit

[cappurrccino]

fic asks: 3, 7, 9!

3. What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

I want to put Nosk into malevolent... 👀 I want to make Arthur run into himself in some deep, dark cavern and torment John juuuuust a little bit by making him watch (the double of) his good good friend crack open as a nightmare monster comes out to try to eat them

7. What’s a troupe you love to write?

I only forgot what counted as tropes a little bit but... found family! I just... love it so much. Reading it, writing it, having it pop up in audio/visual things, love it, love it, love it, just the power and love involved in a group of people deciding "this is my family now and I'd do anything for them"... it's great!

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

Oooo.... [quickly opens half a dozen fics to skim through] Ok, ok, ok, two faves, both kind of related in that I really love when I feel like I've nailed the description of a Weird landscape and found the words for the concept-art-esque image in my head!

a bit of fundament from Siren's Eye:

Something bright and pastel bloomed in the dark water in front of them and Aurash feared it was something new that wished to devour them. The ship swung to the side, sliding around the swirling, iridescent pink and green ribbons. Nothing lashed out or leapt for the ship and curiosity got the better of her. She crept to the railing and looked down into the water. It wasn’t immediately obvious if the ribbons were alive or if they were alive if they were intelligent. They were small, though, and seemingly docile. Something smaller even than the krill. She wondered how long the ribbons lived, if they knew or cared about anything outside their wave. A long, low rumbling note echoed through the sky above and she looked up to see the lightning race through the clouds. The sails caught traces of the static and swelled with the energy, propelling the ship across the tops of the deep, black waves and away from the ribbon blooms.

and a bit of the dark world from day 2: faroe:

The eternal night was… pretty, she realized. It wasn’t often that she got a moment to pause—especially not anywhere with open air overhead—but now that she had one? It was pretty in a haunted sort of way. Everything was cast in the same deep black and cold grey and inky blue, shadows on shadows on eternal void, suggesting and hinting at what the landscape might be if you were lucky enough to be seeing true. Glitter and sparks and ribbons of light of every color shot through the deep murk. Things being chased, things doing the chasing, decoys, distractions, lures. Teeth and claws and knives flashing through the dark reflecting non-existent light. She sighed heavily and her breath fogged in front of her. A kaleidoscopic cloud of every hue that shifted and twisted and drifted away on invisible currents.

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[keydekyie]

The Moth and the Bear Book I excerpt: Thinking

528 words, no content warnings

“Kaelin, is that you?” Ruyak growled, sounding a bit more menacing than he meant to. He cleared his throat, trying to get the bittersweet image of his sister out of his head.

The scuffling sounds immediately stopped. Ruyak leaned over and glared down the steps into the den. Sure enough, there was Kaelin, frozen on the second step from the top, moonlight turning her already pale face white. There was a tense moment while they stared at each other.

“Were you trying to run off this time?” Ruyak asked irritably.

Kaelin broke eye contact, looking up at the sky. It reminded him of a child trying to think of a way out of a scolding. Ruyak sighed and shook his head.

“Well, you’ve made it this far. May as well come the rest of the way,” he grumbled, turning back towards the landscape.

Kaelin didn’t move right away. Ruyak sat silently and watched a silvery cloud drift over a distant mountain for a moment before he heard Kaelin make the final ascent to the entrance. One ear followed her as she scrambled over the scree towards him.

“I th-thought maybe you’d gone back to your own bed,” Kaelin said quietly. Ruyak didn’t look at her.

“You wouldn’t have gotten far anyway,” he said. “You’ve no idea where you are.”

“Better to be lost and alive than here and doomed to be eaten.”

Ruyak flinched, the imaginary Sliuk’s words echoing in his head. Uncomfortable silence fell, and somewhere in the forest below an owl screeched. Another answered, its call sailing indistinctly over the trees from far away.

“What are you doing out here, anyway?” asked Kaelin nervously, as if fearing reproach for her curiosity.

“Nothing particular.” Ruyak hoped his gruff tone would close the subject, but Kaelin was persistent.

“Do you come here to do nothing very often?”

“No.”

“Were you-”

Ruyak glanced down sharply at Kaelin, making her flinch. Still, she couldn’t be silenced so easily.

“Were you thinking?”

“Of course I was thinking.”

“You said you were doing nothing.”

“I can think and do nothing at the same time.”

“But, thinking is doing something.”

“If I gave it my very best effort,” Ruyak said darkly, pointing into the distance, “do you think I could toss you as far as that mountain?”

To Ruyak’s immense surprise, Kaelin laughed. It was a strained, tired laugh, but she was obviously amused, nonetheless.

“So, what were you thinking about?” Kaelin asked, completely undeterred by Ruyak’s attempt at a threat.

“You’re feeling bold, tonight.”

Kaelin shrugged. “I’ve got nothing to lose,” she said, but Ruyak could hear a tremor in her voice. He watched her as she settled herself on a large boulder right where he’d been imagining Sliuk moments before.

Ruyak was conflicted over whether or not to be truthful. He’d already told her far too much, but he felt more words fighting to escape him, and pursed his lips to keep them in. Kaelin was watching him.

“Come on,” she pressed, “people don’t go outside to stare at the moon in the cold and think about nothing.”

Ruyak snorted quietly.

“I was, uh... I was just thinking about my sister.”

#tmatb #tmatb i #excerpt #grace makes art #I feel like I don't post enough excerpts so here's one from book I #writing