#last legacy x reader

[thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos]

sage lesath x reader. in which sage had has far too many a drink and demands affection. warnings: alcohol/drunk character notes: shockingly a non-bloomic fic?? of course it has to be sage. i love him i miss him i want him to come home. if this is ooc (which it undoubtedly is) i blame it on the alcohol

darlin', darlin' ♡

the sounds of heavy, trudging footsteps filled the room as someone sauntered through your door without knocking. off-key humming came along with the footfall, getting louder with each step the intruder took.

intruder may be a bit strong. without even needing to turn around, you knew without a doubt it was someone awfully familiar. it was none other than your boyfriend, sage lesath.

and, by the sound of it, he was drunk as hell. you couldn't even imagine how many empty tankards he left scattered in the tavern.

a pair of arms wrapped around your torso as warm breath fanned your ear.

"hello, gorgeous." he purred, his chest vibrating against your back. two more signs he was absolutely plastered: affectionate pet names and almost immediate purring. his silly, adoring smile was the cutest thing you had seen all night. you turned your neck towards him, pressing a sweet kiss to sage's cheek.

"hello, dear," you replied with a small giggle.

"mmh. what're you working on?" he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the space between your neck and shouder.

"just doing some late-night studying." you spoke, twirling your pencil in your hand. your work laid spread out on your desk, books and notes a bit of a mess.

you felt him smile against your skin as his tail came up to wrap around your wrist, the cold metal ring pressing into your arm.

"not anymore!" he declared, a telltale teasing tone in his voice.

nonetheless, you knew when sage had an idea he wouldn't let go of. if dug his heels in, you couldn't convince him otherwise. he was as stubborn as mule sometimes. and this was one of those times.

...that, or you didn't mind his idea. likely both.

dropping your pencil, his tail loosened. you reached up to run your hand through sage's hair as you pushed away your spellbook with the other.

"okay, okay, sage—" he let out a whine, drawing a chuckle out of you.

"sorry, baby." you corrected, scratching the base of his right ear. he went boneless against your shoulder, melting into a puddle of purrs.

"how about we get comfy, hm? ditch the armor and cuddle in bed." you suggested, struggling to get out of your desk chair with 200 pounds of cat hanging on you. you turned to hold his face in your palms. his eyes were closed in bliss, a small flush on his cheeks. god, he was adorable.

"did you hear anything i just said, kitten?" you asked, letting out an amused and affectionate sigh.

his only response was to lean into your touch, smile widening. another sigh slipped through your lips. his smile was infectious.

kissing his nose, you let go of his face to take him by the arm and lead him to the end of your bed. as soon as he sat down, you got to work on unbuckling all of his belts and removing his armor. working your way down, you started with his braid and moved on to each arm. he giggled as you removed the belt at his hips, leaning back on his arms and bringing his tail to rest against your thigh.

you danced around your room as you grabbed your pajamas, feeling sage's eyes burning into you. you went over to place a pair of pajamas next to him.

"change here while i go change, okay baby?" you spoke, turning to leave for some privacy before a warm hand grabbed onto your wrist.

"you... you don't have to go. don't go!" he whined, dragging out his syllables as he tugged you closer. it was a wonder how open alcohol made him.

"how are you going to change?" you smiled.

it took him a second to register your question and another just to form a response. but instead of a verbal response, he simply started stripping, taking off his jacket and pants with surprising, practiced speed.

laughs erupted from you, stricken with a charmed amusement at your lover, as you always seemed to be.

he proceeded to pull you into a crushing embrace, pressing your face to his chest.

"mmmf! sage!" you gasped, to which he only laughed and pulled you closer.

you struggled, grasping his side before realizing you needed a different strategy if you wanted to change into your pajamas.

relaxing, you took to kissing whatever part of his chest you could, wrapping your arms around his waist and dragging a hand up and down his back.

a shiver ran through him, loosening his death grip.

at this opportunity, you stood up straight and gave sage a swift kiss, expressing all of your adoration for this silly, love-struck sap. you stroked his cheek with your thumb before pulling away, grabbing your pajamas once again.

it was almost as if a spell had been cast on sage. a happy, dizzy look formed on his pink face. he didn't even notice when you had slipped out of the room to change. hell, he didn't even see when you passed through your bedroom and into the kitchen to get him some water.

but when you entered your room again, you were greeted by the sight of a sleepy, pouting sage. he had moved farther back from the edge of the bed. his back was facing the door, but you could tell his arms were crossed, his knees up and ears flattened.

"i brought you some water, dear." you said, speaking gently so as to not rile him up again.

sage turned as soon as you spoke, ears first, head very quickly following. he wore a surprised look for a moment, like he had forgotten you were returning, before immediately returning to his one man pity-party.

quietly making your way over to sage, you set the cup down on the night stand. you then took a seat right next to him, so close that your legs rested against each other and your shoulders bumped. he always wanted to be touching somehow when he was drunk.

"what's wrong?" you asked, leaning against sage as he sulked.

sage's only response was an incomprehensible string of mumbled words.

you couldn't hear what he said, but the fact that he was starting to lean into you again was a good sign.

"what was that?" you asked again, this time with a small smile.

"...i missed you." he muttered, so quiet that you almost didn't catch it. his nose wrinkled a bit the way he was pouting. you had to refrain from kissing those wrinkles away.

"aw, sage," you said, drawing out your syllables as you fawned over the man in front of you.

"i missed you too." you added, smiling and taking his hand in yours. even if it was less than 5 minutes, you would've missed him.

his tired face lit up, smile spreading from ear to ear. his arms uncrossed, legs spread out, joy reappearing in every way. it didn't take much to make drunk sage happy, and it took even less for him to show it.

before you knew it, you were being scooped into sage's arms and placed in his lap. his tail whipped around fiercely before wrapping around your thigh. he rubbed his cheek against the top of your head, calming down more as he held you. it was as though you were enveloped in vibrating purrs.

you wrapped your arms around him, playing with the tips of his hair and tracing shapes on his back. quiet purrs vibrated from his chest. sage seemed perfectly content.

so content, in fact, he had gone nearly still. the rise and fall of his chest was the only movement from him. he seemed to be dozing off, grip loosening and leaning more on you.

you leaned back, unsurprisingly sage's snoozing head leaned forward with you. this made a smile cross your face as you lowered him onto his back and gave his cheek a light kiss. you hopped off the bed, grabbing the cup of water before returning to your lover's side.

"sage, baby," you called, cupping his cheek. when he doesn't stir, you pinch him lightly.

"mmh? wh... what's it?" he grumbled, words slurring together.

"c'mere," you said, patting a spot by your pillows. sage moved back, squinting up at your face. a smile formed on his face.

"drink some water." you spoke, handing him the glass as he sits up. he only gave a little hum of affirmation before draining most of the water.

a contemplative expression came over his face, a rare sight. you raised a brow, silently asking him what's up. he looked down to the near empty glass before responding.

"thank you," his cheeks turned pink, and this time it was not from the several drinks he had to have consumed.

"for... for taking care of me. i appreciate it." he added. with each word he grew uncharacteristically quieter.

you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

"of course i take care of you. i love you." you said.

sage's eyes widened, finding your gaze, before softening. he squeezed your hand.

before you knew it his lips were on yours, passion and heat combining. your free hand gripped his shoulder, his on your waist. it made your head spin, as your breaths between kisses grew shorter and your face more flushed. he nibbled on your bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss.

your pulled away then, eyes meeting sage's. he wore a sly grin, but his pink cheeks and dilated pupils offset the teasing look on his face. you quickly squeeze sage's hand before letting go.

"alright, scooch over. or i'm laying on you." you threatened, face betraying you with a smile.

"maybe i should just stay here then—" he began teasingly before you took a seat directly on him. he let out a breathy 'oof' before sliding over.

"point taken." he chuckled.

he wrapped his arm around your waist and his tail on your thigh once again, pulling you close. you placed a hand over his, stroking it with your thumb. you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.

he pressed a light, warm kiss to the exposed nape of your neck.

"good night, sage." you whispered, squeezing his hand.

"sweet dreams, Y/N."

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[fellisllupus]

with you, forever.

relationships: sage lesath/reader

warnings: reader's mind tortures them with negative thoughts, nightmares, physical contact (nothing suggestive,) reader's gender is not mentioned.

length: 2.2k characters.

a/n: NO ONE told me that the series were left unfinished when i started last legacy and hyperfixated on it and and now im heartbroken and depressed ☹️☹️ i wrote this fic to cope with how much i love sage so it is completely self indulgent. might have grammar errors, enjoy!

he knew something was bothering you.

he could always tell, as if it came naturally to him. and now, sitting on one of the bar chairs, tail swishing with worry, you could sense he was pending in his mind about confronting you.

you didn't mind.

actually, maybe you even needed it.

needed for someone to hear, or just even be there; as long as you're aware someone knows that you are not okay. it was all you needed.

taking even steps towards his side, thoughts clouding your eyes that you didn't even seem notice what's going on around you. you just had your destination in your mind,

sage,

and your body, soul, seems to always know how to get beside him, even when you didn't see where you're going from looking through your mind; the picture of him, bloodied face stoic unlike his usual self, with that black eyepatch covering his right eye.

was it really just a dream?

did this 'gramme' guy even exist? was he just a figment of your imagination that your brain used to make you suffer as you slept that night? or maybe you, being in a bar with sage, drinking the night away without any worries was the real dream.

you didn't know,

nor did you want to know.

your mind kept speaking to you, making sure you're listening the sorrowful ideas because oh god, what would we do if you could just stop thinking for a minute. that wouldn't do at all!—

you suddenly feel his hand on top of yours, saving you from the torture that your mind is, even if for just a minute.

as of now, it had been two drinks since you stepped into the bar; and walked silently to him. he still hasn't commented on your dazed self, even though he knew something was bothering you; and you knew he knew.

but it was okay.

as long as he's here with you, even if as a cruel game of your mind; you didn't care, you told yourself.

that you wouldn't care, because if it isn't real; you would eventually move on from this world, from him,

liar.

though, in the dim light of the moon, falling from the window and resting like silk on top of both you as your silhouettes laid tangled,

as he engulfes you into a safe hug in your bed, kissing the crown of your head as he does everynight when he thought you were asleep;

your mind told you that he is real.

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[lastleggysee]

its rainy and I feel like writing, anyone got any last legacy or arcana requests?? will probably be short unless the narrative possesses me

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[evanox]

Hello ! Can I mention how much I love your stories and depictions of the characters its *chef kiss* this is why I wanted to make a little request of sort like...imagine if MC had pollen allergies with each LIs' reaction to it and how they could've discovered it (including Rime if you want).

Yes this is self indulgent my allergies killed me and I want MC to bear with me.

Stay safe !

Ahh you're so kind anon!! I hope your allergies ease up soon and I sure do hope I can deliver this in a timely manner <33

m.list

Felix

It didn't occur to Felix to warn you about the pollen-fest Florian's garden becomes during the spring. He was born and raised there after all, so I'd assume he developed immunity as a child, hygiene theory and all that.

You're practicing spells together when you sneeze mid-casting and it blows up in both your faces.

There seems to be no fever to explain all the coughing and itching and fatigue... Could it be the new clothes he got you? The flowers maybe? Once you tell him it might actually be the flowers, and all the greenery surrounding the mansion, he immediately portals you out of there.

It's not uncommon for Felix to get lost in his books when met with a problem he doesn't know how to solve. He might not be all that well-read when it comes to healthcare of the living, but that won't stop him from playing nurse.

"I've wrangled beasts of the void before; surely, I can wrangle your allergies too."

He's unfamiliar with natural treatments and herbal remedies but he's got a book or two regarding the subject. There's no guarantee they'll work, but he hates sitting there and feeling helpless.

Healing magic isn't his strong suit either but he can still fix up a mean potion, though he might be more reluctant to serve you the more experimental ones.

"Wherever can I find someone who suffers the same affliction, MC? Let alone have them accept this experimental medicine... This is why experimenting with the dead is far more simple."

As much as he'd rather you make the tea (claiming you just have that "special touch"), he insists on making you some soothing tea this time. It takes a few tries to get it just right, but what is he if not a persistent man?

Tell him about vacuums and how they suck up all the dust and dirt, and he'll figure out how to pull one from the void, then try to use a spell to power it. Hell, he might figure a void/portal spell that imitates a vacuum. Now the pollen is the spirits' problem.

Unless dragged outside, Stella is more than content staying in her rightful place guarding Lemegeton, so you don't have to worry about her bringing in pollen and dirt from outside. Sage, however, is banned from going anywhere near you.

Anisa

You greet her when she's back from work and Anisa immediately rushes to your side, wipes away at your tears and fusses over you, until you sneeze 6 consecutive times, and that's when she Realizes.

She might be careless about keeping her apartment clean, but not after finding out about your allergies! She insists that you don't pick up anything; she'd hate for all that dust to make your condition worse. So now you're wearing the face mask you somehow still have from the convention, after Anisa pushed you outside the apartment, and you can hear a lot of crashing coming in from the inside as you wait, each time followed by a "I'm fine! This is fine!"

It's actually surprising just how quickly she manages to get her shit together for your sake. Once every week she fills a small tub with hot water and soap so you can both sit together and wash your sheets and clothes by hand. It's not exactly a date, and there isn't much conversation to share, but it's a peaceful, domestic moment, and it's little things like these that make life feel all the more special. She looks up at you once in a while throughout the task, then quickly looks away when you meet her gaze. What's going on inside her head? Oh, MC and I are all alone! In my OUR apartment! We're doing chores TOGETHER! Oh, how fun >///<

You may not touch her when she's back from work until she's completely washed up and changed. She insists, because she will not be the reason your allergies could get worse!

Will soup make you feel better? Hell if she knows, she'll still try to make you one. She somehow ruins the kitchen in the process.

Never tires of saying "bless you" to every sneeze.

The apartment gradually returns to its sorry state of disarray as allergy season passes.

Sage

Is incredibly concerned by how often you sneeze around him. Turns out you didn't suddenly develop allergies to cats or dogs (or ilephta); it just so happens that they can still bring in their fair share of allergens. Sage's hair itself isn't a problem as he keeps it neatly braided, but he can't help what gets stuck in the wild fluffy tufts around his ears or the end of his tail.

Grooms himself more often than ever before, but especially before going into your room. Even cleans out his hair comb more regularly.

"Oh noo MC do you think that pesky stuff is stuck to my jacket too? Do you want me to take it off? ;)"

Please, he just needs to get his cuddles, and no, he doesn't care about your runny nose.

"Your blushy nose is so cute, MC."

"Do you think the snot is cute too?"

"... All of you is cute, MC."

Ok Sage

Felix gifts you a lint roller out of sympathy.

Sage is pretty bummed about you being less likely to go out with him; he's an outdoors cat guy not an indoors one, come on.

Alas, these are the sacrifices one makes for love. He'll just curl up by that sunny spot in your room for the occasional nap. Maybe he'll try his hands at soup or making a neti pot; all that sniffling and coughing keeps waking him up.

Rime

He gets a little too cocky when you keep slipping up during your spar session—missed hits and botched spells—but then you're doubling over and sneezing so often, stumbling as the tears blur your vision, and he starts to feel concerned (not that you have to know).

Well there's no point in forcing it, you'll only feel worse. You're staying inside, we're closing the windows and washing the sheets, and preparing a neti pot. What? This is for his benefit, not yours! What good is a sparring partner with allergies?

He keeps hovering over your bed and you might have to remind him that he's already doing a good job taking care of you, he doesn't need to hang by like you're on your deathbed.

Rime? Preening upon receiving MC's praise? More likely than you think.

But... he does want to hang out with you; he only realizes it when he keeps taking the route that passes by your room and listening in for any sneezing or coughing. And Rime has a hard time admitting to it, even to himself, so he just keeps finding excuses to come by. Give him some time he'll get there eventually 🤧🤧.

Actually pretty interested in Earth science and medicine so he'll ask a bunch of questions about how you coped with your allergies back there. He feels a little less frustrated about not having the astrolabe when he learns that allergy is less of a wound to be healed and more of a Reaction your body has to something—ie your body's own healing/defense mechanism—and healing magic might not exactly counter it, even if Rime still had it. Still, he wonders if there's a spell that can find a way around it.

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[nyxelenios]

*·.✴ you.

Last Legacy: Rime Varela (Fictif Games)

❕: implied enemies to lovers trope, Rime's POV, spoilers for Rime's character in Felix's route? i think... a sprinkle of angst too maybe idk but here's the warning, unedited

nyxelenios: to my dear mutuals, it is i, Cain!! i was rosemoonchai before so if you see this, hi! i just rebranded lmao also here have a bit of Rime content for the meantime shdksjf take care!! (it's almost 4 am and i haven't slept yet ahaha... help)

I hate that I love you.

What I hate more is the fact that I hate that I love you.

You were my replacement, a different better version of who I once was. You took my life and made it yours. You stole my second chance to live how I once lived.

I became what I despised, it was the only way to live after my identity had been ripped from my hands by some alien replacement.

But... But after I met you, you were not me. You never had been me.

You set your self aside and made yourself a name, while you stood next to my empty spot and wondered when I would arrive and live again for the people I once lived for.

You waited with them for me, prepared for the possibility that you may be tossed away like I once had been. But you waited.

You held nothing against me, unlike I had. Despite all the evils I let befall upon you, you still looked at me with hope and care. You looked at me that way so many times it makes me wonder what you see in me.

You...

I hate that I love you.

© nyxelenios, 2022

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[zoethespiritwolf]

Request page

Hi everyone! Welcome to the new Request page.

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[thestoriesyetuntold]

Intro / Request Rules (requests open)

Hey :)) My name is Levi, I write x reader fanfiction (romantic and platonic) for a bunch of fandoms and this is my info post for now, I'll re-do it once I have more time to make the blog more aesthetically pleasing

I haven't written anything in forever so my writing isn't very good at the time, I'm hoping to improve though

My ask box is open for requests or to just talk about the fandoms (at least it should be I’m not good at Tumblr ahah)

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Edit: should be easier now, also had to cut back on tags because tumblr doesn’t allow that many ahah

edit 2: it doesn’t show in the tags fml

Edit 3: it worked yay

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[anto-pops]

Heart of Vipers - Ominis Gaunt x Female!Reader

Summary: After an ill-fated confrontation with Ominis' family, you come to learn that they want you for themselves. More specifically, they want your abilities for themselves. Ominis is less than pleased with the revelation and returns home with the intention of proving that the only person you belong to is him.

Alternatively summarized as Dominis turning into a possessive alpha male in the wake of his family's sudden interest in you.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, minor depictions of violence, explicit sexual content, rough/possessive sex à la Dominis

Descriptions of Marvolo and Aleister Gaunt heavily credited to legacyshenanigans

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 (as always with more eclectic tags)

This was a bad idea. Truly one of the worst ones you had come up with in recent times– which was saying something when you stopped to consider all the stupid shit you’d gotten yourself into since starting at Hogwarts. But this was a decision born of desperation, and one that you adamantly refused to go back on. 

Not that you could, realistically. You were already here. 

The Gaunt Estate was massive. It was an imposing structure, shrouded in a perpetual darkness that seemed to kill off even the tiniest slivers of light, and you’d noted the distinctly foul scent of dark magic that encased the mansion from roughly a mile away. There were no Floo Flames to utilize for travel, so you’d been forced to apparate to Great Hangleton and walk the remaining six miles to reach your destination. This was your first time setting foot anywhere near Ominis’ childhood home, and the threat of splinching yourself by apparating to an unfamiliar location was a very legitimate concern. 

You almost wished you’d taken the gamble, if only to spare yourself the harrowing journey on foot. 

Ominis had to already be inside the manor, having left long before you decided you would follow him to essentially eavesdrop on his meeting with his family. You had never seen him so agitated in the hours leading up to his departure, and it was entirely due to the letter he’d received from his father. What it had said, you didn’t know, but you knew Ominis well enough to figure out that it wasn’t anything good. His entire demeanor had changed upon reading the apparent summons, but he wouldn’t tell you a lick of what it was about. He’d promised to return home as soon as he was able and left without so much as a goodbye kiss. 

The memory only reinforced the fact that this was a really bad idea. What the hell were you thinking? 

Now that you were actually here, you had no clue how to go about your poorly thought out plan. Going inside had always been the goal, but now that you were face to face with the blood-chilling building, you found yourself hesitating. Something told you that getting out would be a lot harder than getting in. You didn’t even know where Ominis could be, especially if the interior was as gargantuan as the exterior. Getting lost– or Merlin forbid, caught and tortured– seemed like the most plausible outcome. 

It was as the saying went; curiosity killed the cat. You seriously hoped you wouldn’t end up dead as a result of your inquisitiveness. 

Forcing one foot in front of the other, you started down the gravel path towards the arched double doors with your wand in hand. Your anxiety was like a physical entity hiding within your chest, but you smothered it beneath the overwhelming desire to ensure that Ominis was okay. While you knew he could handle himself, his family’s reputation preceded them, and you’d feared the worst earlier when you had borne witness to his expression shifting into something far more sinister than you were accustomed to. 

You cast a disillusionment charm for extra measure before giving the handle a testing twist, relieved to find that the door was unlocked. It wouldn’t surprise you if there were other safeguards in place that you were unaware of, but pressing on despite that unknown possibility was a risk you were willing to take. You opened the door a crack– just enough for you to squeeze through before quickly shutting it behind you– and you were instantly encased in suffocating darkness. 

The windows that lined the walls were evidently just for show. 

It smelled distinctly old inside, as though there had never been a time when the mansion wasn’t inhabited. The wooden columns that lined the entryway were cracked and worn, stretching all the way towards the vaulted ceilings before disappearing into the inky shadows high above. There was a striking amount of antique looking decor that lined the walls; from suits of armor, to ornate vases perched atop mahogany tables. Straight across from the front door was a giant portrait of what could only be the Gaunt family.

Ominis was nowhere to be found in it. 

The sound of distant, unintelligible voices echoed throughout the vast foyer from somewhere deeper in the house, drawing your attention and making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Your eyes scanned the room once more before you were furtively moving further into the room in the direction of the noise. 

Following the sound of the voices brought you to a giant oak doorway– a mere fraction of the size of the main entrance, but still obscenely large. From within you could hear a man you didn’t recognize, his throaty timbre one that seemed to command attention, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that danced down your spine. Nothing about his tone sounded pleasant. 

“It’s been put off long enough,” you heard the man say as you sidled up directly against the door, careful not to lean on it too much and risk shoving it open. “We entertained your rebelliousness while you were at school, but Apollonia has anticipated this union for years now. It will happen. Whether you’re a willing participant, however, is up to you.”

“You already know my stance on the matter.” Ominis. “I’d sooner dig my own grave before I let you marry me off to that deplorable woman. She’s psychotic–” 

“A non-issue,” interjected the older voice. 

“Perhaps it’s irrelevant to you, but not to me,” Ominis snapped. You hardly recognized the threatening lilt in his voice; he sounded thoroughly fed up with the discussion, and you briefly wondered how long he’d been going at it with the unknown man. “She’s utterly wicked. Moreover she’s family. Have you forgotten my opposition to these incestuous relations you continue to shove down my throat?” 

At this point, you were almost positive the deeper voice belonged to Ominis’ father. You knew next to nothing about the man, other than the fact that Ominis loathed him with his entire being. Before you could delve further into your thoughts, a distinctly feminine voice filtered through the thin slit in the doorway, sounding colder than ice. 

“Aleister, give it a rest. If he wants to be dragged to the altar instead of walking down it, then so be it.” 

Ominis’ laugh was crass and devoid of any genuine humor, and you could practically hear the sneer in his rebuttal. “Bold of you to assume I’ll let myself be dragged anywhere. Try it and see what happens.” 

“I just don’t understand why you’re so opposed to this,” the woman continued as though he hadn’t even spoken. “You never used to fight us to this extent– you’ve always known what was expected of you as a Gaunt. Does that girl from Hogwarts have anything to do with this?” 

Your entire body went rigid at the mention of yourself, and a tense silence descended over the room. It was suddenly so quiet that you were certain you could hear a pin drop– but in this case the lack of sound allowed you to pick up on something shifting across the floorboards closer to you. You had barely glanced over your shoulder before you were jumping away from the door with your heart hammering in your chest. 

The biggest snake you’d ever seen in your life was slithering across the floor, its iridescent scales somehow reflecting the nonexistent light within the hallway. Your eyes went wider than saucers as you stepped away as much as you could, silently backing yourself into the tiny alcove beside the doorway in a bid to remain undetected– because if there was one thing the wizarding world had taught you, it was that beasts of any kind were far more intelligent than they were given credit for. The snake’s long, forked tongue flicked out incessantly as it made its way towards the doors, but it stopped short of the entryway to pivot its massive head in your direction. 

It was looking right at you. 

Fuck.

Your body tensed in anticipation of the worst; maybe it was venomous and you’d die quickly, or maybe it was more inclined to strangle the life out of you before depositing your corpse in front of Ominis and his parents. The thought made your stomach churn, and your eyes flicked down to confirm that yes– the disillusionment charm was still working– but that didn’t seem to matter where the reptile was concerned, and you mentally chided yourself for ever having let your curiosity get the better of you. 

The conversation on the other side of the door continued as your staring contest with the snake pressed on. “That girl is none of your concern. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll refrain from speaking to me about her.” 

“Ominis,” Aleister admonished with a rough voice. “Don’t you dare speak to your mother that way. Such hostility for some witch we know nothing about– perhaps it’s time to rid you of her influence once and for all. She’s proving to be a greater distraction than I had anticipated.”

Your eyes stayed glued to the snake’s, but your blood ran cold. 

“Over my dead body. If you so much as look at her–”

“That can be arranged. No son of mine will be consorting with some harlot of unknown blood purity. You’d be better off in the grave–” 

“Aleister!” Ominis’ mother yelled, silencing the back and forth bickering instantaneously, and you found the willpower to shift your feet sideways so you could better make a break for the front door.

There was another flick of the creature’s tongue as it blatantly scented your presence, but it made no move to inch closer to you. While you were grateful to still be breathing, you were also deeply, irrevocably afraid, and you came to the resolute decision that it was time to get the hell out of there. 

You moved out of the alcove slowly while maintaining what you deemed to be a safe enough distance from the snake, and all the while its thin, slitted pupils followed your movements. The blasted thing had an awareness to it that sent shivers down your spine, overwhelming you with the urge to run and get away, but vigilance was key. It wasn’t poised to strike, but that just made you even more nervous. 

Why wasn’t it attacking you? 

You adamantly refused to turn your back on the reptile, so you kept your front to it as you skirted the edge of the wall in the direction of the entrance. The discussion between Ominis and his parents was muffled now– their voices distinctly lower after his mother had cut off their argument with her biting tone– but you no longer cared to listen in. You craved safety, and nothing about the Gaunt household offered that. 

As you came upon the final stretch of the hallway, the snake flicked out its tongue once more before it was turning around to begin slithering towards you, and the remnants of your bravery evaporated. Fear overtook you, and the disillusionment charm that had shrouded you in transparency fell away as you pivoted and bolted around the corner. A chill-inducing hiss echoed from down the corridor– the first real sound you’d heard the animal make– and it only served to propel you towards the exit even faster.

The gargantuan double-doors swam into view, and just as you were reaching out to curl your fingers around the handle, a strong arm was coiling around your waist and hauling you backwards with enough force to give you whiplash. A startled, pained yelp was expelled from your lungs as you were slammed into the wall beside the doors, and your hip connected painfully with a tiny side table that careened against the floor. The vase that had been perched atop it shattered loudly, the ceramic pieces scattering across the tile, but you barely got the chance to gauge the extent of the damage before an unfamiliar face was blocking your sight. 

“Well well well, just look at what the cat dragged in. Get lost on your way home, doll?”  

It took a second for the statement to register, but once it had, you were craning your head back to glare boldly at the arrogant sounding man. His tawny eyes were narrowed down at you in amusement, his thick forearm pinned horizontally across your chest to restrain you firmly in place between himself and the wall, and the predatory look in his gaze had your stomach sinking into your feet. Everything about him screamed dangerous; from the unruly hair that curled around his temples to the animalistic way he bared his teeth at you– there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that the man would kill you if he deemed it acceptable. You cursed yourself silently for having put yourself in such a predicament in the first place. 

The imposing man cocked his head to the side coyly as he teased, “I hardly think I deserve such a cruel expression when you’re the one sleuthing around my house uninvited.”

Your mouth opened and shut a few times before you managed to stammer out, “I-I wasn’t–” 

“Don’t deny it,” he cut you off quickly. “What other reason would Ominis’ little plaything have for being here? I sincerely doubt the house-elves held the door open for you.” 

The term ‘plaything’ made you scowl, distracting you from the fact that the man even knew who you were, and you brazenly planted your hands against his firm chest to shove him away. It was like pushing against an immovable boulder. “I’m not his plaything, you prat–”

His free hand shot up in a flash to grip the sides of your jaw painfully, the look on his face darkening tenfold as he growled, “Careful now, I’d hate to lose my temper and take away my brother’s pet.” The fingers splayed under your face tightened a fraction as the crazed man angled your head to the side, shamelessly pressing his nose against the sensitive skin of your throat before he inhaled deeply. You shuddered uncomfortably at the contact. “Although I’m beginning to understand his infatuation a bit. You smell… different. What is that, exactly?” 

You had no fucking clue what he was referring to, nor did you care to find out. Each passing second brought the towering man closer into your personal space, and when one of his legs started to weasel its way in-between yours, you found yourself attempting to writhe out of his ironclad grip. “Let go of me,” you demanded in a low voice, doing your best to keep your words steady and hide the rampant unease in your tone. 

“Answer my question,” he countered easily. “Or I’ll snap your scrawny neck and be done with it. Makes no difference to me whether you live or die–” 

“If you have any desire to keep those slimy hands of yours, you’ll remove them this instant, Marvolo.” 

Your eyes widened at the sound of Ominis’ booming voice echoing throughout the foyer, which had the elder Gaunt smiling wickedly at you. He didn’t bother turning around, opting to stay right where he was and drop his fingers lower so he could squeeze around your windpipe, and you knew your choked gasp reached Ominis’ ears when he swore viciously and began walking closer. 

“Did I stutter? I said to unhand her, you cretin.”

Marvolo tutted disapprovingly, angling his head to the side so he could better keep track of Ominis coming up behind him, but he kept his eyes glued to yours all the while. “Come now, Ominis. You know how I feel about rats, and she was certainly scurrying around like one.”

You finally caught sight of the blond over Marvolo’s shoulder, and the look on his face was downright murderous. His dark, expressive brows were slammed down atop his milky-blue irises, and his pursed lips contorted into a scowl as he leveled his wand with the back of the taller man’s head. Ominis continued to side-step closer, moving with the prowess of a wolf stalking its prey, and to your immense satisfaction Marvolo broke eye contact with you to fix his gaze on his brother. 

Maybe you were imagining it, but you could have sworn he looked wary. 

“Last chance,” Ominis grit out through his clenched teeth. “Let her go. Or you’ll be nothing more than a stain on the floor.” 

The sharp laugh Marvolo let slip past his lips was positively wicked, and Ominis’ threat only served to motivate his brother into tightening his hand around your throat. Stars danced in the corners of your eyes then, and your own hand shot up to grip at the man’s thick wrist in an attempt to pry his fingers away from your windpipe. Panic flooded your brain, your racing heart drowning out the sound of Ominis’ angry voice as your pulse thundered in your ears. Fight or flight was probably an appropriate way to describe what you were feeling, but Marvolo was making both options impossible to act on. 

He wasn’t listening to Ominis. He probably never would. You would have to get yourself out of this mess on your own. 

Marvolo was barking out insults and threats over his shoulder, taunting Ominis into hurting him as he called his younger brother’s bluff. You were able to school your nerves long enough to focus and dig deep inside of yourself in search of the magic you so rarely touched. Isidora’s abilities were as much of an unknown now as they had been when you’d first absorbed them, but it was comparable to a living entity within you, and the phantom presence of her magic roared to life as you called upon it. 

You felt the strange, darker magic crackle over your skin, and Marvolo’s head whipped back around to stare at you with his pupils blown wide. Whatever he saw reflected in your eyes was enough to spark alarm in his heart, and a sick, twisted part of you relished in the apprehension that washed over his features. 

“What the fuck is that?” His hand around your throat loosened a fraction, but you weren’t about to let him walk away from this unscathed. The arm that had been hanging limp at your side stretched out until your palm was directly against his chest, and you couldn’t help but grimace when the red bolts of magic skirted across your forearm and blasted straight into his sternum. 

Marvolo went flying with a barely there grunt– his arms and legs flailing as he tried to find purchase– to no avail. He hit the stone floor and slid an additional ten feet or so until he came to rest just beside the corridor you’d run out of earlier, and your blood ran cold when an older, imposing man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped out from within the hallway. The look on his face was enough to spur you into action then, and you spared a quick, panicked glance at Ominis before you peeled off of the wall and threw the front door open. 

The cool night air was like a slap to your face, sobering you up instantaneously and driving you to pump your legs harder— faster— as you sprinted down the path that led to the dark forest surrounding the property. There was a bang from somewhere behind you and an animalistic sound you could only describe as a snarl, but you didn’t dare look back. Not when it could potentially cost you dearly. 

“Marvolo!” Ominis shouted, his voice angry and distant, but as the footsteps slapping against the gravel behind you got closer and closer, you realized it had to be him giving chase. Your heart hammered in your chest and in your ears– drowning out the sound of the encroaching danger hot on your heels– but you knew there would be no outrunning Marvolo. That crazed look in his eyes you’d seen earlier told you everything you needed to know; he would pursue you to the end of the damn country on foot if need be, and you had no intention of getting caught to find out what he had planned for you. 

Another growl sounded from over your shoulder, causing you to will your brain out of flight-mode and force your magic into action. It surged in your blood, coursing through your veins as you thought of home– of safety. 

One second you were running, and in the next you had apparated. Marvolo’s hand came down on empty air, his heels digging into the ground as he skidded to a stop and realized what had happened. You were already long gone, but his rage-filled roar shook the foundation of the manor, somehow echoing in your ears as you collapsed to your knees in the center of your living room. 

***

Your eyes stung as the steam from the bath wafted up into your face, your gaze never straying from the surface of the water. It had been nearly two hours since your narrow escape from Ominis’ childhood home and you had been in the tub for the majority of it– calming your frayed nerves and racing heart with deep breaths that did little to quell the anxiety that still riddled you. The hot water had been charmed back to scalding temperatures twice now, having gone cold multiple times already as you sat with your knees curled against your chest and replayed every second of your fortuitous run-in with Marvolo Gaunt. 

The ache in your hip throbbed to life every time you thought back to the primal glint that had flashed in Marvolo’s eyes as he’d thrown you into that table. What had started as a tender red spot on your side had transformed into a nasty, colossal bruise, stark and obvious against your bare skin. You hadn’t been able to so much as glance at the finger shaped bruises that wrapped around your neck without feeling nauseous. 

You’d made a mistake in following Ominis– that much was certain. 

The man in question had yet to return home, and as a result, the seemingly bottomless pit of unease in your chest only worsened. Part of you was ashamed for having left him alone to face his family’s scrutiny after literally breaking and entering, but you knew he wouldn’t have had it any other way. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he would have found a way to get you out as quickly as possible if you hadn’t done so yourself. 

Still, you worried. 

Another fifteen minutes passed without a sound from within the house, and you dimly registered that the water had gone cold once more. You were half tempted to heat it up again and spend the remainder of the night turning yourself into a human-sized prune, but the ache in your back from staying curled up for so long diminished the idea quickly. Swiftly, you hoisted yourself out of the water, using the rim of the tub to steady yourself as you stood and began drying yourself off. Rivulets of water still cascaded down your body as you draped your robe over your shoulders, but you couldn’t muster up the energy to care. Fatigue overtook you as you combed through your hair with your fingers and padded into your bedroom, and the second you laid down atop the sheets, your eyes were drifting shut. 

You had no idea how long you slept before the distinct feeling of the mattress dipping roused you from your light slumber. The room was cloaked in darkness, save for the pulsing, red glow that emanated from Ominis’ wand as he hovered it over you, and you slowly started to blink the fog from your eyes. 

You had no clue how he realized you were awake, but his voice was unmistakably tight as he asked you, “Where are you hurt?” 

It took your brain a second to fully register the question, and you propped yourself up on your elbow as your eyes adjusted to the dim light and muttered, “What?” 

“You screamed,” he gritted through clenched teeth, and despite the low visibility in the room, you watched as his grip on his wand turned white knuckled. “I heard you earlier. You were in pain– I know it’s the truth– so tell me now, where are you hurt?” 

On cue, the bruise on your hip throbbed to life, and you swiftly placed your hand on top of it while silently cursing yourself for not having brewed any Wiggenweld potions after returning home. Evidently your mind had been too jumbled to do the most logical thing following the altercation. “It’s not that bad–” you started to say, but Ominis cut you off before you could downplay the injury any further. 

“Please,” he implored you, silencing you instantly with his pleading tone. “I’m trying to leave this up to you, but don’t think for a second I won’t figure it out for myself if you don’t tell me.”

Something about the desperate look on his face made you pause, and you took a moment to really take in the sight of him. He was pale– far paler than normal– and the way his brows furrowed told you that he was more anxious than you realized. His posture was still impeccable but less poised– closer to rigid. His shoulders barely moved, giving the illusion that he was hardly breathing, and you honestly weren’t sure he was at this point. 

In short, Ominis looked petrified. 

Your lips formed a hard line as your gaze traversed his stiff form, swallowing thickly before you slid your hand away from your hip to reveal the dark purple blotch that decorated your side. “My hip,” you murmured, afraid that if you spoke the truth too loudly, the tentative composure Ominis was keeping would vanish. 

The muscle in his jaw ticked, and the hand he didn’t have wrapped around the handle of his wand came to skim along your waist before hovering ever so slightly above the bruise. “Where else?” 

“This is the worst of the damage–”

“Where else?” His voice was deeper and rougher than you were accustomed to hearing, and the notable difference had your stomach flipping over on itself. It left you feeling queasy, and you honestly couldn’t tell if he was mad at you or at the situation as a whole. 

“…My neck,” you relented quietly, all too aware of the blatant anger that overtook Ominis’ face. “At least I returned the favor,” you added quickly with a half-smile, trying to lessen the severity of the claim. It was a failed attempt, however, seeing as the man averted his unseeing gaze to the floor and shook his head minutely. Dimly, you watched as he waved his wand over his free hand, and a small vial of Wiggenweld appeared in the center of his palm before he wordlessly handed it to you. Given his tense demeanor, you opted not to say anything as you took it and removed the cork, then drank down the earthy contents graciously. The relief was instantaneous, and through the darkness of the room you managed to catch sight of the bruise on your hip fading away entirely. 

Your tiny sigh of relief reached Ominis’ ears, and the tension in his shoulders seemed to dissipate– albeit barely. “You should never have gone there. Why would you set foot anywhere near that damnable house? Do you have any idea the kind of danger you put yourself in– the kind of danger that you’re still in?”

At that, you finally pushed yourself up so you were sitting with your back against the pillows, setting aside the empty vial so you could clasp Ominis’ free hand in yours. His skin was cool to the touch, and you noted the miniscule tremors that emanated from him as you squeezed the appendage to will his attention back to you. “I’m sorry, Ominis. I was worried about you– you were so upset before you left earlier and I was scared that your family would do something to you.” 

“Of course they want to do something to me. They’ve tried puppeting me into a version of myself they can tolerate for my entire life, but it’s for that very reason that I can handle them. I’ve told you what they’re like– how relentless they are– and still you went there.” His head finally snapped back in your direction, and the expression on his face was one you were certain you would never forget; it was a mask of desperation, fear, and most notably, rage. “You have no idea what you’ve done– what it means now that they’ve seen you and what you can do.”

You’d hadn’t really done much of anything, aside from blasting Marvolo across the foyer before running for your life. Still, his words kindled a spark of fear in your chest, and your hold on his hand turned loose and clammy. “What are you talking about?” 

“Before tonight, you were just an unknown witch I’d been… ‘cavorting’ with, in my father’s eyes. Easy to get rid of should the need arise. Until earlier, they didn’t believe you to be exceptionally powerful or particularly useful.”

The sudden dryness in your throat became painfully obvious. “Useful how?” 

“The Gaunt’s value power and authority over everything. Both things guarantee them the influence they need to further their own ends, and as unknown as your abilities are to them, they are undeniable. They’d be fools to ignore such a potent form of magic, and as much as I detest my family and their convoluted values, I’ll be the first to admit that they aren’t stupid. They will find a way to make that power their own– blood purity be damned– and stealing you away and marrying you off to my brother would be their most likely course of action.”

Ominis practically spat the word, his teeth bared and eyes narrowed as murderous thoughts of his brother flew through his mind. Your own head was reeling at the revelation, nausea crashing over you as you thought back to Marvolo and the sadistic way he’d smiled as he tried choking the life out of you. Someone like that wouldn’t– no, couldn’t have a caring bone in their body. But you also knew that someone of his caliber was bound to be determined to get what he wanted, and if Ominis believed that his family now sought to obtain you for their own ends, Marvolo would do everything in his power to make it happen. 

You had really, really fucked up. 

Somewhere in-between thinking of Ominis’ brother and the sickening idea of being kidnapped, your breathing had kicked up dramatically. You didn’t notice, but the blond man beside you certainly did. Ominis turned fully so his torso was angled towards you, feeling around the bed for your other hand before clasping your trembling limbs in his cooler ones, and your wide eyes flicked back up to meet his. “I won’t let them have you. Do you hear me? If they so much as glance at you, I’ll leave them wishing they had never set their sights on you.”

“You can’t know that,” you whispered, and your voice was unrecognizable to you. It was small and shaky, timid and so very, very afraid. “Marvolo is– he’s a beast. He’ll kill you in a heartbeat, Ominis. You’ll die and it will be all my fault. I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault–” 

In a flash, Ominis silenced you with a kiss. It took you by surprise, but it was far from an unwelcome one– especially when his wand bearing hand slid to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer towards him. You were pleased to discover that the skin there no longer throbbed with discomfort, the Wiggenweld potion he’d given you having done its job for all the bruises, not just the one on your hip. The revelation calmed you further, and before you knew it you were melting against the taller man, grabbing fistfulls of his shirt to cling to him desperately.

Ominis broke away momentarily to murmur against your parted lips, “No one will ever take you from me, you’re mine.” 

Despite the circumstances that led the two of you to this moment, you found yourself enraptured by the possessive declaration, and you couldn’t help but lean closer into the blond’s personal space until your hands were sandwiched between his chest and your breasts. Your mouth found his again, and you fervently bit at his bottom lip as you breathily whispered, “I’m yours, Ominis. Only yours.” 

Instantly, Ominis was pushing you back towards the headboard until your head knocked against the wooden frame, not once breaking the kiss as he positioned himself on top of you. His long legs came to cage your own against the mattress as he threw his wand to the edge of the bed, freeing both of his hands so he could plant them on either side of your face. Pulling away seemed physically difficult for him but he didn’t stray far, opting to rest his forehead against yours and fix his hazy eyes directly on yours. How he knew where to aim his heady stare, you didn’t know, but your toes curled at the ardent need for you that reflected in his blue irises. 

“Say it again,” he implored you with a voice like pure sin. 

“I’m yours,” you obliged him without missing a beat, and a sigh slipped past your lips as Ominis lowered his face to pepper featherlight kisses along your jaw and down the now unmarred column of your neck. Goosebumps broke out virtually all over your body when you felt one of his cool hands fall to the neckline of your robe, and as Ominis slowly tugged the material apart to expose your bare chest, he sank his teeth into the tender spot above your clavicle. The pain laced pleasure left you moaning his name in earnest, your voice steadily growing louder as his thumb came to graze over one of your nipples. 

You felt the pressure from his teeth lessen as you arched into his touch, followed by his kiss-swollen lips latching over the bite to suck lightly. “Again,” he breathed, continuing to work his searing brand into your flesh. 

There were too many ways to describe his actions; primal, dominant, and greedy, to name a few. Yet there was a softness to his words that left your heart aching within your chest– a tenderness that spoke volumes of the fear he’d felt upon realizing you had entered into that nest of vipers. He had nearly lost you tonight, and when the hand against your breast shifted down to curl around your waist, you realized he would never allow for it to happen again. 

“I’m here, Ominis, I’m right here,” you moaned, your reedy voice bouncing off the walls of the bedroom and causing the man above you to shudder. “I’m here and I’m yours.” 

Before long, Ominis was moving back into your line of sight to capture your lips in another searing kiss. The hand on your waist traversed the bare expanse of your lower stomach before reaching your aching center, and you mindlessly wound your arms around his neck to tug him closer, bucking your hips into his hand as he slid a slender finger through your folds. 

“Mine,” he growled against your parted lips, and your next breath caught in your throat as he tentatively pushed the digit inside your wet heat. Your contented sigh filtered through Ominis’ hypersensitive ears as he pressed his finger in all the way to the knuckle, and the arm he supported himself with trembled minutely as he fought to control his baser urges. 

After everything that had transpired tonight, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep in your cunt, desperate to feel you clamp down around his cock and suck him in further and further as he claimed you. He longed to mark you, brand you, consume you, in every possible way– his family’s wishes be damned. He would make you his and his alone. Should any of his kin so much as attempt to interject, he vowed he would defend you until his last breath– and then not even death would stop him. Ominis knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would defy the laws of nature if it meant keeping you safe from harm. 

As you continued to rock your hips in time with Ominis’ hand, your legs spread apart of their own accord, silently beckoning him closer as you shivered under his dutiful ministrations. Ominis felt the movement and groaned in blatant appreciation, taking advantage of the newfound space to siddle down the bed and kneel comfortably between your legs, and all the while his finger continued to pump in and out of your wet heat languidly. He bestowed another toe-curling kiss upon your lips before breaking away to slide fully down the mattress, your heart stuttering in your chest as he moved low enough to settle between your quivering thighs. It was impossible to overlook the animalistic expression on Ominis’ face as he gazed in your direction– following the sound of your barely there whimpers– and your blood ignited in your veins at the sight. 

All too eager, Ominis wasted little time in securing his grip around your waist with his free arm to better pull you harder onto his finger. The keening sound that slipped from your throat was replaced almost instantly by a guttural moan, drawn forth by the feeling of your lover’s lips latching around your clit to suck enthusiastically, and your head thunked against the headboard as wave after wave of sheer pleasure cascaded through you. 

Your thighs absentmindedly clenched on either side of Ominis’ head as he shamelessly pulled your bundle of nerves into his mouth, the action accompanied by wet, perverted sounds that had damn near all the blood in your body rushing to your cheeks. “Merlin, Ominis– fuck–” 

Beyond a throaty growl, he said nothing. He simply tightened his hold on your waist, his other hand angling itself so he could better curl the finger inside of you, the combined sensations making your head positively spin. Entirely at his mercy, your hands flew to his soft, blond hair as you effectively surrendered to the pure bliss he granted you. 

If you had been hot and wet already, Ominis’ mouth felt a thousand times more so as he torturously dragged his tongue up your cunt. He removed his finger from your clenching walls and replaced it with the wet muscle, wriggling it as much as he could as though he were desperate to lap up everything that escaped out of you. Your breathing hitched and your hips involuntarily bucked when his ministrations traveled higher towards your clit, and when he finally reached it, the tip of his tongue was slow and methodical as he pressed firm, torturous circles around the throbbing bundle.

Ordinarily, having Ominis appreciatively go down on you would have been the highlight of the night, but given his domineering persona at present, you knew you were just plain fucked now. 

“Ominis, please,” you managed to croak out. “I’m not going to last, I– ah!” You practically yelped when the tips of the man’s teeth raked along your inner thigh, nipping at the soft skin there hard enough for you to jolt. 

“Just relax and let me work,” he muttered coolly, pressing a featherlight kiss to the spot he’d bitten as he dragged his hands down your abdomen to squeeze your tensing thighs. 

Despite your best efforts, you were quickly losing your grip on anything other than the sensations Ominis was lavishing you with. You felt lightheaded as you attempted to release your tense muscles, struggling to do so as your lover devoured you with reckless abandon. His nose brushed against your clit as he slipped his tongue inside of you once more, the sound of his wet, suckling noises intermingling with your breathy whines as you felt your climax building higher and higher in your gut. You couldn’t tell if your arousal was stemming from how Ominis enthusiastically used his tongue, lips, and teeth on you or if it came from the demanding way he directed you, but you decided that you didn’t care; every feeling had burrowed deep inside of you and taken root in your mind. 

You wanted more– no, needed more. 

Head whacking back against the wooden bed frame, you needily tugged at the strands of his hair wrapped around your fingers as you pleaded, “Please, Ominis, I need you…” 

Those five words did more to stroke his ego than you would ever know. Right now, Ominis needed you to need him. He wanted you to succumb to his ministrations and bend to his will, all to parry the baseless demands of his deranged family. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would ever willingly hand you over to them– much less to Marvolo– and through your rapture-filled begging, he knew he had succeeded. 

You were wholly and unequivocally his. 

He pulled away for a moment to run his hands up your thighs, over your hips, then along the pebbled peaks of your breasts. The way you trembled at his touch told him everything he needed to know; you were hanging on by a thread, and he didn’t need to see you in order to know you looked absolutely wrecked. 

Unable to endure a second more of the teasing, Ominis raised himself up on his knees to remove his clothing. Swiftly and efficiently, he dexterously undid the catch of his trousers before shoving the constricting attire down his narrow hips. There was no stopping the sigh of relief that spilled through his clenched teeth as his cock finally sprung free– long, heavy, and leaking from the red, swollen tip. With his shirt disheveled, hair mussed, and pants haphazardly hanging below his hip bones, he was truly the picture of temptation. You stared up at him through hooded eyes as he stroked himself a few times, taking in the sight of your lover towering over you as you lay prone atop the sheets beneath him. 

Once again, Ominis’ uncanny ability to feel your eyes on him surprised you, and a cheshire-like smirk blossomed across his face as he asked, “Enjoying the view?” 

“More than you are, I’d wager,” you retorted, and Ominis scoffed as his smug expression turned into one of amused disbelief. That mouth of yours was bound to land you in trouble one of these days. 

“Smartass,” he murmured affectionately, keeping one hand on his shaft as the other reached down in search of your waist, squeezing the flesh there with a bruising strength that only served to intensify the ache between your legs. You aided him by wriggling down the sheets in order to press your ass against his bent knees, and Ominis lowered himself once more so the heavy weight of his cock rested against your spit-slick folds. It was hard for you to believe that the wild haired, smokey-eyed man kneeling between your legs was the same boy who had shyly walked with you to your classes all those years ago. Both of his hands pressed against your hips this time as he sat back on his heels, white teeth flashing as he aligned the head of his manhood against your entrance. 

“Are you ready for me, darling?” Ominis asked, as though you hadn’t been begging for this very outcome minutes before. 

“Yes,” you breathed out shakily, your hands twisting in the fabric of your long-abandoned bathrobe beneath you. “I’m–”

Despite his privileged upbringing, Ominis was a fan of the simple things in life. Good food, long walks during the warmer seasons, and the sound of your voice catching when he took you by surprise and slid inside you abruptly. In one fluid motion, he breached your walls, listening intently to your sharp intake of breath as he inched himself forward until his knees were under your rear and he’d bottomed out completely. The small whimper that slipped from your mouth had a deep, throaty chuckle escaping his, and his thumbs took to tracing encouraging circles against your hips as you clenched around him. 

“I’m sure you are,” he purred in an infuriatingly sexy tone while you struggled to regain control over your breathing. Instantly, the dim embers of lust within you were rekindled, every inch of your body warm and borderline electric. Your hips writhed in Ominis’ hold in an attempt to wriggle closer, the unyielding grip he had on you coupled with the hungry expression on his face almost enough to make you come undone then and there. 

“Fuck, Ominis–” your words were cut short by a stifled moan as the blond slowly withdrew himself, arching back until only the tip of his cock was inside you before slamming his hips forward in one quick, sharp thrust. Your hands flew to his clothed knees as you dug your nails into the rumpled material of his trousers, desperate to touch every inch of him that you could but struggling to catch your breath in the midst of his slow, methodical thrusts. 

Well, methodical at first. 

You could feel Ominis’ acute desire for you with every pump of his hips, and a groan snaked its way out of his chest as he freed one of his hands to reach down and thumb over your clit. You hissed triumphantly through your teeth as you saw his expression slowly shift into something needier, his thrusts becoming less precise and more visceral. With how tight he was gripping you, you were positive the healed bruise from earlier would be replaced by long, finger shaped stripes, but you didn’t care. If it was Ominis, it was fine. If it was him claiming you, branding you, consuming you, it was more than fine. 

The blue-eyed incubus above you seemed to think similarly, if the low rumble in his chest was anything to go by. He was absolutely lost in the euphoria that came with being encased in your pulsing, tight heat, causing him to abandon his pretenses of control and give into his want for you with gusto. The hand he had on your sensitive bundle of nerves returned to grasp your waist, and even elevated as he was, he still had to thrust down into you– shaking the headboard with every plunge as he effectively fucked you into the mattress. 

The distinction was clear and evident in your mind as your legs came to wind around Ominis’ waist; the two of you had obviously been intimate before, and you had definitely made love before, but you had never been so carnally fucked like this a day in your life. It was hard to recall if Ominis had ever ravished you with such need in every stroke, enough so that you found yourself unable to control your shaking breaths or the volume of your voice. It was enrapturing– getting caught up in the way he staked his claim on you– so intent on fucking himself harder and deeper into you that his own husky murmurs of your name fell from his lips like a mantra. 

Your inability to fight your moans and curses and feverish pleas for more was what Ominis lived for. The blond craved the sound of your voice like a drug, and he drew unparalleled strength from your vocal satisfaction. Maybe it had more to do with the events of the night than anything else, but hearing you cry his name and feeling you claw at the tops of his thighs made his chest swell with possessive affection, thrilled to hear you unwittingly proclaim that you were in fact his. No one else would ever have you– no one else would ever find themselves lucky enough to have you reduced to such a state beneath them other than him. 

“M-More,” you practically sobbed the request as Ominis gripped your hips tighter, dimly registering the thundering crack of the headboard banging against the wall. “More– please– I’m s-so close–”

You asked for it with each breath expelled from your lungs, and Ominis would graciously give it to you. He couldn’t have refused you any longer if he wanted to. “You want to come, darling?” He panted, receiving only whimpering nods in return. “Ask.” 

“P-Please, please let me come, I can’t–” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth clenched together hard enough to make your jaw pop. You teetered on the brink of oblivion, waiting only on Ominis’ say-so to fall over the edge which seemed to loom so, so close. 

“Beg,” Ominis rasped thickly, his fingers tightening and digging into the skin of your hips as he bucked harder against your ass. “Beg for it– beg for me to let you come.” 

You couldn’t even find the brainpower to realize he was demanding to hear you say it to fuel his unrepentant hold on you. The taunting, the pleasure laced brutality– it was all to assuage the bitter anger that had coursed through his veins upon hearing his family refer to you as tradeable cattle. Later on, he would be collected enough to reassure you that you were your own person, free to make your own decisions and go wherever your heart desired. 

Right now though, his baser urges had won out, and he needed to hear you say it. 

Your head slammed into the pillows as your back arched off the mattress, doing your best to shut out the mounting pleasure that threatened to break through your crumbling resolve. “Please, Ominis! Please let me–” you hiccuped around another gasp, the ache in your gut bordering on unbearable. “L-Let me… let me…”

One of his hands released your waist to feel up your torso and curl around the back of your neck, lifting your head off of the pillow so your eyes were on him as he uttered five words that struck something deep inside of you. 

“Then come for me, love.” 

Your breaking point smacked into you hard and fast, leaving you equally breathless and brainless as your mouth fell open around a long, drawn out cry of Ominis’ name. Your climax ripped through you ferociously, your vision flashing white and your muscles tensing for a moment of near perfect silence as your lover continued to thrust in and out of you with unwavering focus. Even after you’d collapsed back against the sheets and gone limp in his arms, Ominis continued to chase his own finish, balancing precariously over you on his elbows and burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle the shaky groans he failed to bite back. 

Maybe you were imagining it, but you could have sworn he continued to murmur quiet declarations against your skin that sounded a lot like, “Mine.” 

Before long, Ominis was following you over the edge with a throaty purr that slithered out of his throat. His arms trembled on either side of your head, his hands gathering fistfuls of the pillows as he buried himself completely inside of you with one final plunge of his hips. You heard the blond moan hoarsely in your ear as he spilled into you, grinding against your ass to milk every last drop of his seed from his twitching member, and when he mouthed wetly against the sweat-slick column of throat before biting down, all you could focus on was the warmth that filled you as you quivered under him. 

After a few moments of the two of you panting softly, you lifted your hands to Ominis’ clothed back in a bid to usher him to the side. He tensed, however, and you paused as he wedged one of his arms under your back to hold you flush to him as he continued to re-center himself. “Not yet,” you heard him grumble into the hollow of your throat. “Not yet… give me a second.” 

“…Alright,” you relented quickly, only mildly concerned as you wrapped your arms around his slender shoulders. With your fingers tracing lazy shapes against his clothed back, you allowed yourself to enjoy the feeling of Ominis’ weight pressing down on you, his gentle exhales fanning against your clammy skin, and the steady rhythm of his heart beating against your sternum. 

Given the severity of what had happened at his family’s house, you weren’t sure the two of you would ever get another moment like this again. So, you held on tightly to him in the hopes that the night would last just a little bit longer. 

The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like hours but realistically could only have been a few minutes, and shortly after Ominis began peppering kisses up your throat and along your jaw, your eyes drifted shut as you dozed off once more. When you woke the following morning and found yourself tucked in beneath the sheets, you propped yourself up on your elbow to glance around the otherwise empty room, noting immediately that Ominis was nowhere to be found. 

In a panicked flurry of movement, you threw off the blankets and were still tying your robe around your waist as you hurriedly shuffled down the hallway. Your dread was smothered in the next instant by overwhelming ease as you rounded the corner to find Ominis in the kitchen, gripping the countertop and working a muscle in his jaw while he hovered his wand over a letter that looked eerily similar to the one he’d received just a day ago. 

Even though he could hear you approaching, he said nothing as you padded across the room to stand behind him, coiling your arms around his waist to press your front against his back. A shaky sigh escaped him, and you stared at the wall as you contemplated your words before deciding on, “What are you reading?” 

A pause, “A formal summons for you, inviting you to meet my family officially.” 

Your heart fell into your stomach, arms tightening around the taller man a fraction as you pursed your lips in blatant distaste. “We won’t go,” you announced, and Ominis shifted in your embrace so he could wrap his arms around you to hug you back with a firmness that spoke volumes of his agreement. 

“We won’t,” he said. “But we can’t stay here, either. Not anymore.” 

“I know.” 

He buried his chin in the mess of hair atop your head, shamelessly inhaling your scent before he told you, “We have to leave– go somewhere far away– and we can’t tell anyone.” 

“I know.” 

The way his nimble fingers gripped the back of your robe told you of just how conflicted he was to ask this of you– to uproot your shared lives here to flee the meddling of his family. His voice was laced with remorse as he asked, “And you’re okay with that? Truly?”

“I am,” and you really were. There wasn’t a lick of hesitation in your voice– not a shred of apprehension hidden in your tone at the prospect of packing up and running as far from here as humanly possible. “So long as we’re together, I am.” 

Ominis skimmed his hands up your back to cup your cheeks, angling your head up at him so he could kiss you fully, and you returned the gesture with equal fervor. As long as he was with you, you knew you could do anything. With Ominis by your side, you would fight tooth and nail against every hellish creature or person in existence to ensure your future together. 

Wherever the two of you ended up, you already knew that your home wouldn’t just be some place. It would always be him.

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

listen listen... imagine if you will, making a little Foul Legacy plushie.

you use whatever free time you have to sew a tiny, soft version of your favorite Abyssal moth, giving him little fabric horns and embroidered paw pads and little stars in his eye, small enough to grasp with one hand but big enough to squeeze and hug. the plush takes several weeks since you're busy most of the time, but finally you complete it, holding it behind your back as you approach Legacy, who tilts his head and trill curiously at your excitement. without a word you whip out the plush and Legacy squeaks in delighted shock, carefully taking it from your hands and turning it over, looking at the fabric doll from every angle and poking it gently with his claws; two Foul Legacies staring happily at each other

the plushie quickly becomes one of his most prized possessions, bringing it wherever he wants to nap or doze and keeping it carefully perched on a pillow at other times. Legacy treats it so delicately- it's a piece of art, after all- immediately bringing the tiny fabric version of himself to you if he spots any lose threads or tears. the plush joins you for any snuggles, usually held in your arms as Foul Legacy hugs you to his chest- sometimes you bring Legacy-plushie's paws up to give Foul Legacy a high five. and sometimes, when you've been having a particularly bad week, you'll open your bag and find a little fluffy plushie in there, carefully positioned to be facing you with its goofy little grin, and you smile a little bit, too.

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #i am in a crafting mood since i started painting a prop last weekend #and AND hopefully i have a plushie on the way soon eheheh #fingers crossed since i got it online and i always am nervous when i order something online #it's so easy for things to get lost in the mail and i am always nervous #so hopefully it gets here with no problem #short scenario #wifi's brainrot #good evening

[thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos]

summary: in which felix chases away your period cramps. warnings: blood mention, menstruation notes: this is so so so ooc but i don't even care i love him in every form every way i adore him. this is also very self indulgent oops

warmth °.•○

you woke up to your sheets stained red. you spent what little energy you have left cleaning yourself up and swallowing back your nausea and medicine. flopping back down on your sheets, you curled in on yourself. you hadn't even the energy to groan out in pain.

after what felt like hours you heard the door open with a click! your eyes cracked open, as alert as your body allowed.

whoever entered your apartment quietly closed the door and took off his shoes before melodiously calling out, "dearest, i'm back!"

a smile was apparent in his voice, and you immediately knew it was felix. you sunk deeper into the mattress as relief flooded through your body.

you couldn't muster the energy for a response, cramps still ravaging your body like a fire consuming a forest. but knowing he was home, that he was here, was enough to reassure you. all you could do was nestle farther under the blankets and await your love.

when a familiar mop of brown hair and a pair of worried gray eyes peeked in the doorway, a small, strenuous smile spread across your face. felix's hands came to hold your face once he saw you and the sorry state you were in.

"are, are you alright?" he asked, panic seeping into his voice as he pressed the back of his hand on your forehead. his eyebrows were downturned, a concerned crease forming between them.

you gave a hum of affirmation, following the touch of his hand as he pulled back.

a lopsided smile crossed his face as he indulged you, caressing your cheek.

"just cramps." you responded, instantly getting hit with a new wave of aches as to retaliate against your downplaying of the pain. your smile faltered, and his turned back to a worried frown at this.

"do you need anything, princess?" he asked, voice as soft as the blanket you were wrapped up in. his face grew pink at the name he chose, but he didn't take it back.

"just you," you whispered, placing your hand over his. if felix's face was pink before, it was as red as a candy apple now.

"and... my heating pad." you exhaled, smiling cheekily.

he pouted before shaking his head.

"no need." he responded, gently placing his hand over your stomach before taking a breath and making a pinching and spreading motion. heat washed over your aching body like a balm. with each wave you melted further and further into his touch.

you took the moment to observe felix, a smile spreading across your face as you shamelessly stared. you took note of each detail, from the way the tips of his mouth turned down ever so slightly in focus to the traces of pink over his cheeks to the little mole just above his jaw. you traced the contour of his face with your eyes, admiring every bit of beauty you saw.

his pulsing movements slowed, and he cracked open his eyes. his gaze met yours, and he crumbled under the obvious affection in your eyes.

giggles filled the room as you both broke contact. your fingers wrapped around the back of his collar, pulling him down in an attempt to kiss him. tingles spread across your lips as you pressed them to his before both breaking into smiles and giggles again.

felix was now bent over you, elbow resting beside your pillow, heart in your hands and forehead against yours. he kissed your nose before standing up straight again.

"let me change into my pajamas, i'll be right back." he smiled. it never failed to make you smile in return.

you spent the rest of your cramps wrapped not only in your blankets, but in felix.

#felix escellun #felix iskandar escellun #last legacy x reader #last legacy #last legacy fictif #felix last legacy #felix iskandar escellun x reader #felix x reader #my writing #i love this man

[bomber-grl]

Last updated: April•7•2024

Fem!Reader/masc!reader will be specified, otherwise it’s all gender neutral

Fandoms:

BH6

Hiro Hamada

Hiro Hamada relationship hc

Hiro + easily flustered reader

Hiro Hamada + Artist reader

❤︎₊ ⊹Hiro fluff alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Hiro Hamada + tall reader ❤︎

Hiro Affection Headcanons

Hiro Hamada x ADHD! Reader

Hiro x musically talented! Reader

Hiro x cosplayer! Reader ʚ♡ɞ

Hiro Hamada x low self esteem! Reader

Hiro Hamada x depressed! Reader

Hiro x Reader who can travel through time ❤︎₊ ⊹

Hiro x drop dead gorgeous!reader

Touchstarved

Hiro Hamada x Reader w superhuman regeneration

DC

Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne relationship head-canons ♡

Date night

A winter night with Damian Wayne

[jealousy head-canons]

Justice league conference

What being best friends with Damian Wayne would be like

Just friends..? (M!reader)

Secret Identities ♡

New years kiss

“Wanna get married?”

Spiderverse

Gwen Stacy

Gwen Stacy dating hc ❤︎₊ ⊹

Percy Jackson

Multiple

Cuddle/Sleep Headcanons 💤🌙

Percy Jackson

General Percy Jackson dating hc⋆°🌊

Grover Underwood

General grover dating headcanons ⋆°🌱

Nico DiAngelo

Nico Di Angelo fluff alphabet

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Hypnos ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Nico Di Angelo x Son of Hecate ☾

General Nico Di Angelo dating hc ☠︎︎

Nico Di Angelo x Son of Persephone

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Hades💀

Nico Di Angelo x Son of the fates ♾️

Enemies to lovers with Nico Di Angelo

Leo Valdez

Leo Valdez relationship hc♡

Leo’s the type of guy to…

Leo Valdez x Latina/o reader

Leo Valdez x Child of Apollo ✶ ₊ ⊹

Leo Valdez x Child of Hypnos ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Leo Valdez x Child of Dionysus 🍇 ₊˚⊹

Leo Valdez x Child of Hecate ☾

Leo Valdez x Child of Poseidon 🌊🐚

Leo Valdez x Child of Athena 𓅓

Obey Me

Leviathan

Levi relationship hc !! :)) <3

Fictif:

Last Legacy

Felix Iskander Escellun

A Night To Remember

Sage Lesath

Playing with sages hair hc

The Arcana

Muriel

Muriel dating headcanons♡

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

SAL FISHER RELATIONSHIP HC ! ₊˚⊹

SAL FISHER JEALOUS HEADCANONS

Sal Fisher Affection hc ! ₊˚⊹

FNAF: movie

Mike Schmidt

Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !

Mike Schmidt jealousy headcanons !

Our life

Cove Holden

Cove Holden x Artist!Reader

Mob Psycho 100

Shigeo Kageyama/Mob

General Mob dating hc

Mob x popular! Reader 🛸

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Dipper Pines relationship hc! ↟

Dipper Pines x Vampire reader 🩸

Dipper Pines x Actor Reader ⭐️

Dipper x drop dead gorgeous!reader

Saiki K

Shun Kaidou

Shun Kaidou x Reader who appears to be cold but is actually soft ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou Dating hc! ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou Fluff Alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou x Famous Artist! Reader

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[lastleggysee]

I GOT A NEW LAPTOP - to celebrate, anyone have any fic/drabble requests for Last Legacy or The Arcana???

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #the arcana #the arcana x reader #last legacy x reader

[jesuschristwhatsgoingon]

Diffindo?More like DILF-indo?Haha get it???

This man is so fucking fine and can (disrespectfully)Descendo my back anytime

Edit:Did everyone get Hogwarts Legacy for Christmas because the amount of notes have drastically increased since Christmas lol

#I’m so down bad for this fucking man and it’s not even funny #game please give me a chance to treat this man right #cue ’After Last Night’ #Aesop Sharp #Professor Sharp #Aesop Sharp x reader #professor sharp x reader #hogwarts legacy

[nyxelenios]

*·.✴ happy birthday!

Last Legacy: Rime Varela (Fictif Games)

❕: no warnings, just fluff with Rime for once, unedited

nyxelenios: Rime deserves to be happy and i am here to deliver even though his birthday was days ago :( this was sitting in my drafts for a while, sorry... enjoy! 🧡 reblogs are highly appreciated! send in questions and requests if you like! :D

"Hi?"

"[Name]? What do you want at this hour? It's past midnight."

You ignore Rime's scolding and quietly welcome yourself into his room. The air is slightly chilly, even with the windows closed. You notice his eyebrows are knitted together, his eyes are trying to look behind you. "What are you hiding?" he asks when he stands to step closer to you.

You produce a small but intricately decorated cake with an unlit candle on top of a pair of sugar candy antlers. "Happy birthday, Rime," you greet with a smile.

Rime blinks a few times, wide eyes taking in the sight of the beautiful cake and your beautiful smile. Gods, you're adorable. So thoughtful and sweet... Oh, his icy heart might just melt and start beating again.

What he'd give to feel his heart race at the thought, the sight, and the feeling of you...

He wordlessly wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, pushing the door to give you and him privacy, a world away from the real world.

"You made this for me?" Rime asks as his eyes look down to the cake in your hands. His voice is gentle, soft... His thumb is caressing your waist so carefully, lightly, as if you were precious glass. You can't help but stare at him; his long lashes are beautiful, his cotton candy pink hair looks so soft and has a calming scent of lavender and rose, you think? The freckles spread across his cheeks map out an entire galaxy, and you know you'd count all of the stars in it, name all the planets after him, and love it whole.

Just like you do Rime.

"Like what you see~?"

You're snapped back to consciousness with Rime's laugh. You realize he's taken the cake off your hands and placed it on the table, but he's held you close the whole time you were admiring him without a thought behind your eyes.

The heat creeping to your face feels too much, and you think Rime sees your skin flush. He laughs when you don't answer. Oh gods.

"I-I do, actually," you answer, lightly laughing to hopefully distract him from your embarrassing moment. And you do distract him. Rime's smile disappears into a thin line, and his eyes blink owlishly at you. You can tell he's blushing from the slight darkening of the apples of his cheeks. His ears twitch as he laughs it off. The tips of his ears are flushed.

You find yourself grinning. Have you actually flustered him? Finally! You've been trying for so long.

Rime cups your face and squeezes your cheeks. "Wipe that cheeky grin off your face or I will," he says, one corner of his lips quirking up, sultry eyes boring into yours. You grin wider.

"Do it then." Oh, boy. You don't know what he'll do but you hope you're ready for it. What if he freezes your feet to the floor? What if he flips you over? or body-slams you? Oh dear gods, what if he pulls his knife out–

Oh.

Oh.

His soft lips are on yours, and you can feel him fighting back a smile, a grin. His eyes are closed, which you're grateful for so he doesn't see just how shocked you are.

When Rime pulls away, he smirks. Still holding your face, he says, "Looks like I did wipe that grin off your face."

You swallow hard, and lick your lips. "Again. Please?"

Rime stifles his laugh and pinches your cheeks. "Seems you've forgotten what you came in here for."

"I didn't! One more kiss, then we can celebrate!"

"Fine, just one more." Rime pulls you flush against his own body and seals the gap between you with a sweet kiss. Your hands cup his cheeks when you both pull away and he leans into your warmth, his soft smile melting your heart.

"Happy birthday, Rime~"

"Thank you, [Name]."

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On a scale from king/queen of the party to shy awkward wallflower, where would you personally place a good match for each of the M4 of Last Legacy when it comes to a partner? Or what kind of traits do you think, a suitable partner might need?

{HELLO sorry I never responded to your requests I kinda completely gave up on LL BUT I was trying to find something and saw this was already fully written and it was a shame to leave it rotting here}

ooo that's a fun q thank you!! I hope I understood it right!!

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Felix

Felix himself has always been a wallflower at parties. Sure, as a toddler, he'd eat up the praises of nobles as his fathers showed off the gifted kid they were so proud of, but he tired out quickly so Florian would rush him to bed before little Fe got too cranky and his magic started going haywire.

He still doesn't enjoy the balls—the nobility's massive egos far too stifling, only rivaled by the clothes his father made him wear.

Even in a modern setting, he wouldn't enjoy parties that are too loud and crowded. Felix might just hide in the kitchen to read a book or find the host's cat, only emerging from the shadows when it's time for truth or dare (he always picks dare, and it's beginning to get scary for others because there's almost nothing he'd say no to).

Felix finds himself more drawn to other wallflowers; even if you don't talk, you can at least look at each other with understanding before moving on.

It's great to have a partner who understands when Felix needs out. Hell, he might actually enjoy the party better with an introverted/awkward partner—it's the perfect excuse to grill any stuck-up nobles if they so much as dare to tease you if you stumble over your words or forget the nobility's strict codes of etiquette; only Felix gets to tease you (as long as you can take it), and only because he finds you cute.

Then you can both grab a snack or a drink and quietly slip out of the crowded ballroom to tour the gardens together. If the music is loud enough that you can still hear it faintly outside, he might just ask you for a dance amongst the roses with the moon as your lone witness.

"How un-noble of you, Felix!" you would tease when Felix leads you off the paved path and towards the arching willow where you'll be perfectly hidden from any other stragglers, then Felix would laugh softly before he presses you against the tree and kisses you until you're ready to be portalled into bed (for sleep or for other purposes, none of my business).

However, I wouldn't say Felix can't appreciate a life-of-the-party partner! After all, it is only a matter of time before an extrovert comes to claim their introvert, thus maintaining balance in this world.

Your joy might even become so contagious that Felix can't help but join, especially if it's too unorthodox for the nobility, leaving a string of offended gasps and/or disapproving scowls behind you—it's all the more reason to love you. You can swing and sway all over the ballroom and cause all sorts of mischief and pranks together, as long as you can respect when he needs to just go home.

Anisa

Attending balls is a minor part of her job, whether she's escorting a VIP or standing guard. From a work perspective, a more extroverted partner might be more convenient for making connections and entertaining guests. Anisa, however, doesn't really have a preference.

An extroverted partner is fun in the way that, when Anisa is standing stiffly in the ballroom by the buffet or the grand staircase, trying to keep up appearances (or even in a modern setting, fussing after everyone in the party), you can help her slowly but surely relax and break out of her shell.

Once Anisa picks up the vibe, she does a 180 and lets out the party animal (though this one's nowhere near as wild as Sage); you can see it in the way her movements are much more relaxed, how she throws her head back and laughs so loudly at the dumbest of jokes, and how she spares a dance for whoever asks—that is until she finds you amongst the crowds and pulls you in to dance the rest of the night away.

Just promise you won't let her overindulge in the wine or the punch (that Sage might've dabbled in) lest she starts acting too inappropriately on the job. You know she can't part too long from the buffet.

An introverted partner is great, too! Anisa won't force you into attending parties with her because it's work after all, but if you still want to come along, she'll take care of you throughout the event, continuously checking over you.

Oh, to have Anisa hold your hand and press a tender kiss to your knuckles as she softly asks, "Are you okay, love?"

I guess you would activate that loophole where it's like, she might not usually go out of her way to have fun at events, but seeing you wilting by the corner will push Anisa to encourage you to have some fun with her, as long as you're up for it; she'd love to pull you in for a dance, your hand held high in hers, and proudly show you off as her lover to everyone.

And if you don't want to dance, well, there's always the buffet! There are so many foods you can try, and Anisa can't wait to hand/spoonfeed them to you.

Sage

He's drawn to the life of the party like a moth to a flame. Sage might be quite the tease, but he still loves being kept on his toes; having someone who can match his pace might even help him burn out all that extra energy.

The loud, crammed taverns are where he thrives, and a partner who enjoys them too adds to the fun. He'll pull you for a dance once the bard picks up a jolly tune, sweeping you off your feet and hopping from table to table as people watch in awe how he swings you with such ease.

Hell, you could sweep him off his feet; he definitely won't complain.

That is not to say Sage would push away the wallflower! He'd try to pull you from where you cling to the wall—wouldn't you rather have fun than look so awfully glum?

Once you explain that you're not necessarily miserable, but the chaos of the dance floor just isn't your scene, he nods in understanding. With a wink and a swish of his tail, he asks you to keep your eyes on him as he blends in with the dancing crowds. You can join in whenever you wish, but until then, you're more than welcome to enjoy the view.

Your discomfort immediately triggers his protective streak, and he'll keep an arm up so people won't keep bumping into you as he escorts you out of the crowded tavern once you call it a night.

If you're attending a party at Fathom or whatever fancy palace for whatever fancy reason, Sage would gladly pull you away from the crowds and the noise to explore all the secret passages and chambers. Hey, you could even find an empty room or a closet for seven minutes of heaven ;)

Rime

Like Anisa, I don't think Rime has a preference. I'd say he might have been partial to a life-of-the-party sort of character—repressed choir boy craving an outlet that he is—but Rime did date Felix, who isn't particularly social. That is not to say that Felix and Rime didn't know how to have fun! I just think Felix's way of 'letting go' is more so through mischief and less through partying or socializing.

So in conclusion, Rime doesn't care how extroverted or introverted you are as long as you know how to have a good time.

If you'd known Rime before as the Starsworn Captain, you might've taken him for a reserved prude, but unlike Anisa, he doesn't really need you coaxing him into being more 'out-there'; he'll compete with you over it. Want to ask him for a dance? He's already eyeing you up and down, looking like he could almost eat you up.

Even on the dancefloor, he'd be looking for ways to fluster you.

Recall how if you choose to remain silent during the first confrontation in the Felix route, Rime would wonder why Felix would choose someone so boring over him? I think, if you're more of a wallflower, Rime might tease you a bit especially if he's interested in you but doesn't know you all that well—not to tear you down but it's his... unconventional way of trying to coax you into coming out of your shell.

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Felix x Rime x MC Polycule Domestic Headcannons

Fandom: Last Legacy (Fictif/Nix Hydra/Dorian) Characters: Felix, Rime, Gender neutral MC Prompt: hcs ab how would domestic life be for Felix and Rime and MC polycule Requested by: @mossmosis Warnings: Brief stabbing mention (Rime is in this, so-)

Last Legacy content, in this day and age?! It's more likely than you think! I've gotten a bit distracted with other fandoms, but I've been meaning to return to my beloved Fictif fandoms. I suppose now's the time!

Also, thank the dice gods for bringing you this particular treat! I had motivation to write, but no idea what to do, so I rolled some dice and this was the result!

Requests are open, as always, so if you'd like to see more, send me an ask!

For starters, there is no shortage of sarcasm and snarky commentary in this relationship. It's practically one of your love languages at this point! Rime and Felix are both prone to making smart remarks, and when they're both in the mood for banter, things can get mildly out of hand... you've had to calm Anisa down after she witnessed one such moment, assuring her that the two of them were not, in fact, in a terrible mood and taking it out on each other. You've come to enjoy their banter, regardless whether you join in or simply sit back and watch the show.

Both of them enjoy teasing you and each other, though there are some stylistic differences. Felix tends to be a little softer and kinder with his teasing - don't get me wrong, there's often a little bite behind his words, that cute little smirk and playful sparkle in his eyes that makes your heart flutter. He teases you about lighter subjects, and though he often speaks without thinking, he never means any harm by it.

Rime, on the other hand, doesn't hold back in the slightest. It's not that he means to hurt your feelings, he isn't doing it out of malice - he simply doesn't know when to back off sometimes. If you call him on it, he'll scoff and roll his eyes, likely making some little comment about you not being able to take a joke - but he won't tease you about that again, and he'll do something nice for you in the near future as an unspoken apology.

Speaking of gifts, both of them will absolutely shower you and each other with small gifts for absolutely no reason. Felix is prone to bringing something home for you both anytime he visits the market - it's very rare that he forgets, though sometimes he'll return empty-handed and visibly frustrated that he couldn't find anything suitable. He sometimes gifts you and Rime jewelry, and has surprisingly impeccable taste, always giving you something you'll love. Books are another of his frequent gifts, of course - you can expect any new books to go missing shortly afterwards as he borrows them to read them himself before quietly returning them a few days later. You've also received a few trinkets that match his gothic mage aesthetic, too, because it wouldn't be Felix if he didn't share his love of vaguely creepy things with you!

Rime tends to focus less on physical gifts and more on actions. He spends time with you both, learns about your interests, stabs your enemies, and does small things to help you out. He prefers to be a little more subtle with his affections, almost pretending like he doesn't care, when in reality he cares very much. It's not that he's hiding it, he just... isn't very open with his emotions yet. When he does bring you gifts, though, it's usually something pretty simple, like some random trinket he saw and thought of one or both of you. I could also see him taking up woodcarving as a hobby to help him relax and unwind, so you'll occasionally find a new gift from him sitting on your desk, carved from wood or, sometimes, from his shed antlers. He likes bringing you food, too, and memorizes both of your tastes and favorite treats so he can choose the best treats.

Getting all three of you in bed at the same time can be difficult, but when it is achieved, you have a delightful time cuddling with each other. On the somewhat rare occasion that you all turn in together, you take turns being the one in the middle unless one of you has had a particularly bad day and needs double the snuggles. Most of the time, though, whoever goes to bed first ends up in the middle, with the other two crawling in wherever there's space when they're finally tired enough to get some sleep.

Mornings are always interesting, too. You or Rime are always up first - it's almost never Felix. Whoever is up first starts making the coffee and/or tea, and you try to take turns making breakfast. Rime might complain if you miss your turn, but you know he doesn't really mean it. He won't admit it easily, but he actually enjoys cooking, especially for his partners. Once breakfast is ready and one of you drags Felix out of bed, you all sit down for a nice meal together. Depending on how busy you three are, sometimes breakfast is the only meal you can all have together, so you make the most of it!

When you do have time off from your busy schedules, you almost always spend it together. Most of the time you're in the study/library at Fathom, doing more casual research projects together or reading books in a comfortable silence. Sometimes, though, you go out to get some fresh air and a change of scenery! Wandering around Porriman markets is often a good way to spend an afternoon, sampling various treats and buying interesting things for one another.

Something else you three often do together is stargazing. Felix obviously loves it, especially when he gets to share it with his loves, and though Rime might comment that it's boring just to be a bit of a brat, once he gets comfortable he'll become far more relaxed. Often times these nights consist of you and Rime gazing quietly at the stars, listening contentedly to Felix's soft voice as he rambles on and on about them. He'll inevitably get a bit flustered when he realizes just how long he's been talking, but it's nothing a few kisses can't fix~

Honestly this entire relationship would just be so soft and so chaotic at the same time. You all love each other so much and care deeply for one another, but there's rarely a dull moment!

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