#pretty sure it was looking for my witch nip

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

If You Got It, Haunt It

Curtis and Honey Halloween Special

Summary- 2.6k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You and Curtis are out for a night at Paulie's playing a game of pool with Claude and Grey. It all starts with one little Halloween pun and some purple nurples.

Warnings- Smut. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- Happy Halloween everyone! My personal favorite holiday and I had to drop something to celebrate. I hope everyone finds something good today among all the mayhem our world has going on. Thank you all for all the comments, likes and shares you give this series. The puns were from a reel I saw on facebook and if I ever come across it here, I will be sure to link it because it was so silly and cute.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

The pool balls clacked across the bars table while you stood nearby watching Curtis and Grey debate on where the balls would go. Claude stood at the other end, picking out pool cues for you and her. 

Money sat on the edge, waiting for the future winner to lay claim. The bar was festively decorated all around, the usual music that Paulie played was now tuned in with some more halloween themed songs. You were waiting for Monster Mash to start playing, already having told Paulie you were gonna need a tray of Purple Nurple shots to be delivered per your and Claude’s request. A little homage to Dean Winchester as well as shooting some purple colored shots. Tis the season after all. 

Curtis wandered over after it was all decided who was playing what ball, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. You sunk into his touch, cuddling in against him. “Mh mh MH.” You started, looking up at him. “I didn’t know my favorite Halloween treat came in life size.” 

“Honey, I will be the monster you can mash.” Curtis immediately responded, a hand wandering to cup your ass, arching your hip to press against his while you hid your giggle in his chest. “You and Grey are stripes.” He rumbled, grumpy in the moment that Claude insisted on switching up the usual teams. “You over here looking all ‘come fuck me Curtis’ Pretty Girl is giving me some thoughts.” His nips on your mouth, tasting of his whiskey shots from earlier making you grin at the sensation, the warmth of his chest seeping through his hoodie and curling through you. You let your hands slide into the pouch at the front of his shirt, tugging Curtis in closer to you till he was wrapped all around you. “Babe, I must be a witch.” You let your nose rub against his before pulling back enough to see his expression, your grin wider with the upcoming joke you had for him. 

“Really? Why’s that, 'cause you put a spell on me?” Curtis played along, his grumpy expression from earlier still a trace on his features, but he was starting to lighten up a bit more while flirting with you. 

“I actually can raise your broomstick without even touching it.” You informed him, arching enough to press a kiss to his bristled cheek while he gave a huff of a laugh, you snorting in a giggle while he hugged you against him. 

“Fuck.” He grunted, talking only loud enough for you to hear so his mouth was close to your ear, the bristles of his cheek a welcome sensation as they brushed against your jawline. “You really do have that kind of magic woman.” 

Claude shouted over the table, making you and Curtis glance her way. “Curtis, remember you're on opposite teams. You can’t be over there flirting with the enemy.” She held up his pool cue. “And it’s your turn.” 

“Then you’re in for some fucking bad luck Claude, 'cause I have no will power against my girl.” Curtis let his hand run along the curve of your ass one more time before pulling away and taking the cue from her, looking around the table for the best shot while Grey appeared behind Claude, catching her in his arms and making her yelp in surprise, the two of them fooling around with one another while Curtis aimed for a shot.

You admired Curtis, so reminiscent of the first time you two played pool when bumping into each other. It was even the same table, the two of you talking and getting to know each other while Curtis taught you how to play. That moment felt like a lifetime ago now, so much having happened between you and Curtis to get to this carefree moment shared with friends. The sound of Claude whooping in victory while Grey groaned had you breaking from your thoughts, giving a shrug of your shoulder to the group as if you weren’t at all worried while you approached the table and prepared to take your turn. 

“Lucky shot Everett, now step aside.” Your hand pushed playfully against the wall of muscle that made up his chest, never really standing a chance at actually moving Curtis back a step but he purposely stumbled back like you did, giving you space to play. 

“Yes Pretty Girl.” He muttered, making Claude shoot him a ‘don’t you dare look’ and he smirked in response. You set yourself closer to the table, leaning into the move with a sharp hit of the follow through and as soon as your shot was done, you felt Curtis’s hands fall to your waist and while you eased up, you were able to lean into his chest, watching the balls scatter once more, not making any shots but helping line up some for Grey to take when his chance came. “Good shot Pretty Girl.” He watched over your shoulder calculating which ones Claude should take. 

“I'm happy with it.” You hummed out. “I sure as hell wasn’t going to be getting any at that time.” 

They watched Claude and Grey play, the two of them doing their own game of flirting. You and Curtis stayed off to the side, losing interest in the game at this point. 

“Pretty Girl, we should be werewolves for Halloween.” 

“Oh really?” You turned in his hold to face him, the two of you wandering further away from the pool table, the halloween music thumping louder and although you knew Curtis wasn’t much for dancing unless the two of you were at the house, you started swaying to the music playing. “Why is that?” 

His hands were flowing over your curves though, tracing you like he couldn't get enough of how you felt moving in his arms. “I bet we would have a howling good time together.” 

You busted into laughter at this one, making him laugh too. Purple People Eater started playing over the speakers and you tilted your head back to listen to the song. “Paulie! Purple Nurples!” You shouted out. Claude danced over to you, grabbing your hands and pulling you into her arms, the two of you bouncing in a childish dance. 

“Yeah, I got them!” He slid a tray across the counter towards Grey, who gathered up the bright purple shots to bring to the table you all had laid claim to earlier. Curtis took one and sniffed it, his nose wrinkling at the smell. 

“Damn that smells sweet.” He handed you yours while waiting for the go ahead to take it. 

“The grape jello, just be quick with it!” You tilted your head back and let it slide down your throat, Curtis doing the same. You reached over for two more, intent on finishing the tray before the song ended. “Hey Curtis, is it Halloween yet?” 

He took the shot, not as enthusiastic as you, but he was willing to stomach the shot once more for you. “Just a couple more days, Pretty Girl and then you can take out those fangs again.” His blue eyes raked over you suggestively, his gaze dark and wanting with his suggestion. 

“Good, Cause you can carve my pumpkins.” You grabbed his hands to lay them on your curvy ass cheeks, arching into his grasp as he squeezed his hands on you and gave a moan that bordered on getting turned on and exasperated at your last lame joke. A swift little swat to your ass made you wriggle against his hold all that much more. 

“How long have you been saving that one Pretty Girl?” 

“Since last week when I saw a tik tok video.” You admitted, tugging on his hoodie. The addition of the purple nurples made you warm and tingly all over in addition to the way you two had been throwing the suggestive touches and words all night. You must have been giving him a look cause the corner of his mouth lifted smirking, his mouth dropping to flush kisses along your jawline to your ear. “Backseat?” 

“You wanna?” 

“Pretty Girl…” His mouth pressed against the pulse point just behind your ear, eliciting a rushed breath as all those tingles and warmth blossomed in you, wanting, craving, needing more. “Always wanna.” His hand took yours, jerking his thumb over his shoulder when he turned to Grey and Claude in their own little world on the other side of the table, the pool game half played. “We’re stepping out for some air, meet back here in a bit?” 

Grey nodded, raising his hand in a thumbs up. “See you guys in a bit.” 

Claude, not quite caught up, raised a questioning brow in your direction but then when it clicked she mimicked Grey with a thumbs up. “Have fun!” 

Before you could respond, Curtis had you weaving across the bar. The two of you rushing into the cool October night. Maybe the purple nurples were giving you some tipsy confidence but you pushed him against the bar's brick wall, his back thudding and he looked down at you in surprise for half a second before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you up enough to kiss you hungrily. 

He tasted wild, a mix of alcohol and him, you ran your hands down his chest and grasped his belt to work the clasp off enough to push your hands into his jeans to rub at his cock through his boxers. Thick and throbbing already, he hissed against your lips while tilting his head back with a groan, his hold against the back of your neck falling to your waist, turning bruising in his lust. “Fuck Pretty Girl, don’t ever stop.” 

“Don’t plan on it Curtis.” You cupped your palm around his length, squeezing just enough to bring him pleasure but not as far as you knew he would want it. Teasing him was fun and you were enjoying the power he gave you over him. But it didn’t last long as he pushed you back enough to continue back to the car, digging for your car keys out of his back pocket since he drove you two here tonight. 

“Curtis… do you wanna play zombies?” You asked as you wrenched open the back door, falling back into the seat to pull yourself back, Curtis following inside to somehow get the door shut and hover over you. 

“What?!” He asked distractedly as you worked your shirt off and he was as well. But he managed to catch up and shook his head. “No? Yes? Why?” 

You giggled a bit, biting your lip as you snapped open the button of his jeans while looking up at him. “If you do then I will just lay here while you eat me.” 

“Oh god Honey.” He laughed hard, his shoulders shaking and his forehead coming to lean against yours, looking in your eyes. “That one was my favorite tonight.” His mouth pressed to yours and you both started grinding against one another. Curtis eventually dragged his mouth from yours so you could catch your breath while following the column of your neck to your collarbone, sucking a nice little mark there while you arched under him, offering yourself to him. He worked your pants open, starting to drag them off while continuing down your body. This time leaving little bite marks after your zombie comment. 

“Just like that.” You moaned while running your hands over his scalp and holding him to your chest after he tugged your bra up enough for your breasts to be free, your sensitive nipples aching pleasurably under his tongue, gasping happily when he dragged one into his mouth and pulled, making your legs wrap around his waist. “Curtis…” You arched again, your body feline rubbing against his now that you were practically bare under him, short of your pants hanging off one leg and your bra pushed up to be no longer practical on your chest. His hand braced against your back and he growled out. “Hold on Pretty Girl.” 

You grabbed onto his shoulders while he maneuvered you both, him in a seated position in the middle of the back seat and you straddling his lap, mouths still chasing after each other. Curtis worked his cock out from his boxers, running his hand up and down his length while you prepared to wriggle off his lap so you could go down on him. 

“Wat Honey…” He stopped you and tapped his hand against your ass. “Get up on your knees Pretty Girl.” You obliged, raising up and he ran a finger along the seam of your panties covering your cunt, sliding the slick fabric aside. “Did you know the human skeleton has 206 bones, Honey?” 

You watched him mesmerized, his hand sliding up and down slowly on his impressive cock, whimpering with want and need as you felt yourself dripping on his fingers slipping between your folds. “I did… but I could take another.” You squeaked as he teased your clit, ready to start practically begging when he let the tip feed into your entrance. 

“Good cause I plan on giving you another.” Curtis pressed you down onto him. You meant to laugh at this one, but instead it came out as a pleasured gasp, pressing your hands against his chest and grinding on him while adjusting to feeling him so deep inside. 

“Shit…” You hissed out. 

“Take your time, Pretty Girl.” He watched you with half hooded eyes, one hand resting against your waist and the other sliding up and down your folded thigh. “Fuck you are so beautiful just like this.” He praised, keeping still till you told him you were ready. But the way you were rubbing your clit against him and squeezing him, he just hoped you would be ready soon. 

“Mmhh so deep.” You let yourself raise up and back down, finally feeling confident in it. “Okay, I'm ready.” 

Letting Curtis go, he helped you ride him with constant praises, his hold helping you move up and down, rotating your hips which always felt so good your eyes would roll back, feeling every inch of Curtis pressed in you, full of him till you couldn't take anymore you were sure. 

You both sped up, Curtis snapping himself into you while you slammed yourself harder down, once in a while one of you would seek out each others mouths for messy grunting kisses but it all got to be to much and Curtis hugged around you to bury his face into your chest with a curse, both of you rushing for orgasm and it was a slamming pleasure that sucked the air out of your lungs. 

It wasn't till you collapsed against him that Curtis eased the two of you back, lounging in the back seat wrapped around each other comfortably. Your head laid on his chest and at some point Curtis did cover your back with one of your shirts to keep the outside chill slowly seeping into the car from making you cold. Your fingers traced his chest and went to fiddle with the chain. “How long have we been out here you think?” 

Curtis hummed lazily as if he couldn’t be bothered to consider that they were in your backseat in a parking lot. “No clue, you ready to go back inside?” 

“No, not really, I’m pretty comfy.” You said and the conversation went quiet for a moment. 

“Honey, I got one more for you.” Curtis broke the silence and you didn't bother to lift your head, also to comfy in the moment to bother. 

“Give it to me Curtis.” 

“I think I already did.” You glanced up to see the smirk of pride. “Okay, will you let a demigorgon in our bedroom?” 

“No.” You shifted in against him, sighing out a bit happily. “Why would I?” 

“Awww come on Honey, we have done stranger things.” Curtis dropped his punch line. Both of you were silent for half a second till you both broke into laughter. 

#life is short so make it sweet #curtis everett and honey #curtis everett and plus!sized reader #curtis everett x plus!sized reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett and you #curtis everett and reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett au #chris evans characters #amber writes #sweater writes #halloween 2023 #halloween special #spooky time

[perseephoneee]

good morning [kai parker x reader]

synopsis: in which you wake up with your boyfriend kai and enjoy beautiful morning sex

warnings: sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), never written smut before so bare with me, 18+ only please

Who knew waking up with a witch could be pure magic?

The sun filters through the window shades, the faint sounds of people waking up hitting your ears. Probably everyone, but you didn't mind. All you could think about was the heartbeat next to yours, the soft sounds of his snores, everything. The room sits at a standstill, your perfect corner where nothing can touch you. You look at the boy next to you, taking in the curve of his nose and the relaxed look he wears when he's asleep. A sense of possessiveness overwhelms you, and all you want to do is hide him in your heart so no one can ever touch him. You lean over, planting kisses all over his face and neck. A hint of a smile graces his lips as his eyes blink lazily at you. 

"What do you think you're doing?" Kai whispers, his voice is still deep and scratchy from sleep. You lean over and kiss his nose, causing him to scrunch his face and learn a smile from you. 

"Just hanging out, what about you?" you ask, curling back into the pillows and hiding your face. 

"Looking at this cute girl next to me," he flirts, turning to his side so that you guys are nose to nose. You try to hide your face with your hands, his unrelenting stare becoming a lot, but he pulls your hands away and stares at you with eyes the color of summer lakes and falling snow. "You make my heart beat, you know that? And that's impressive, considering before you and the merge, I was a self-diagnosed sociopath."

"I've always liked them crazy," you chuckle, giving a slight yelp as Kai pulls you to him. 

"I'm crazy about you," Kai jokes, earning a grimace from you. 

"That was bad."

"I'm not as funny in the morning," Kai sighs. "Which is a letdown considering I'm usually hilarious."

"Damon would disagree," you say. 

"He's just in denial; give it some time; he hasn't heard my knock-knock jokes," Kai exclaims. You cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. 

"Kai."

“Y/N,”

"I love you," you whisper, earning the biggest grin you've ever seen from the brunette boy next to you. 

"I love you more," Kai kisses you, gentle yet fiery. His kiss soothes every part of you, and all you can think of is him. 

Kai rolls on top of you, one hand grasping your face and tilting your lips closer to his. You run your fingers down the planes of his chest, feeling the lithe muscle to the shoulders until you're pretty sure you've left a fire in your wake. Kai nips at your bottom lip, and you let him explore every part of you. You push him back so you can take off your shirt, and Kai stares at your bare chest with a lust-filled gaze. He kisses your neck, pushing you back down. His teeth and tongue mark your pulse to the column of your throat, and the only sounds you can make are satisfied sighs and happy gasps. One of his hands comes up to grasp your breast, and you're struck by how much more sensitive you are in the morning. His tongue joins his hand, ensuring your nipples are peaked and you're panting above him. 

"I like knowing I reduce you to this," Kai murmurs, kissing down your stomach. "You really are such a mess for me."

You yank him back up to you, catching him by surprise as you kiss his mouth. You flip each other over, straddling his lap as you leave kisses along his neck. Kai groans when you suck and bite his pulse point, and his hands grip your hips as your fingers trail down his chest. 

"This was supposed to be my move," Kai moaned as you licked and nipped over his chest. 

"Just shut up and be pretty," you smile, taking off his pajama bottoms. Kai's hand fists the sheets when you tentatively take his member into your mouth, starting slow before bottoming out. You almost get high off the sounds he's making, the gasps and the deep-throated moans that make you wonder why you don't always start the mornings with him writhing under you. You bob your head, licking the tip before circling back down. Kai grasps your hair, letting out a string of curse words that make you smile. You let go of him, going back up to his neck and lips as Kai lets out a low chuckle. 

"Who said you could be in charge today?" he taunts, pulling back from your kisses to look at you with heavy-lidded eyes. 

"You did when you became a mess under me," you whisper, looking at his awestruck face. You watched his expression turn dark as he forcibly kissed you, much harder than before. 

"Naughty girl," he whispered, chills running down your spine. He flipped you over again, giving you bruising kisses as he held your hands above your head. "Keep those hands above your head," he orders, kissing back down your body and peeling off your underwear. You grapes the pillows above you, taking a sharp breath when his teeth nip your hip bones before kissing your plush thighs. You know you're soaking, but he's taking his time marking up your inner thighs and denying you what you want. Suddenly he pushes two fingers through your entrance, and you let out a moan you didn't know you were holding. His fingers curl and push most deliciously, and you fight the urge to reach down and grab his hair. 

"Good girl," Kai chuckles as he watches your fists curled tightly with each thrust of his fingers. Part of you wants to slap the stupid grin off his face, while the other wants to shove him between your thighs. Finally, he decides to lean down and lick your clit, causing you to let out an embarrassing sound that only he would be allowed to hear. His tongue is artful, and his fingers precise. You're wondering how you could've gone this long without experiencing this euphoria every day. You make the mistake of looking down and seeing the sight of the brunette between your legs, and you decide it's the best image you've ever seen in your life. 

"Fuck, Kai, I'm close," you groan, arching your back as he sucks on your core. 

"Come on, Y/N, show me what you got," he whispers, giving you one satisfying lick, and suddenly your world is all a rush as you come undone on his fingers and mouth. You moan as you finish, and he pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean, letting out a satisfied hum. 

"I need you to fuck me now," you breathe. 

"I couldn't agree more," Kai smiles, leaning down and kissing you as he takes a condom out of the bedside table. "You can touch me now, by the way," he whispers into your ear, kissing you right below it as he steadily pushes in. Your legs wrap around his waist as he bottoms out, and you feel complete having him this close to you. Kai starts to pick up his pace; one hand braces beside you while the other grabs the headboard. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaving kisses and letting out breaths of contentment as you feel that familiar coil build-up. Your fingers leave a fire in their wake as you scrape your hands down his shoulders, through his hair, anywhere you can touch until all you feel is him. You feel yourself come again, crying out Kai's name as he finishes alongside you. You both breathe heavily afterward before he finally pulls out and collapses next to you. Kai grabs you to his side, kissing your neck and cheek and earning a shy smile from you. 

"I forgot to say good morning," Kai murmurs, tracing the contours of your face. 

"I think what you just did was morning enough," you say, smiling. 

#kai parker x reader #kai parker #kai parker imagine #malachai parker #malachai parker x reader #the vampire diaries #tvdu #tvd #the vampire diaries imagine

[tinylittlet]

Babysitter Buttons on duty!

No bg for a less overwhelming look + details

Headcanons!

Of all the babysitter choices, Buttons is surprisingly good at looking after little Izzy! Peace and quiet while Izzy plays under the sea witch's watchful eye.

In my mind every crewmember takes turns babysitting their little first mate so everybody gets a chance to spend equal amount of time with him. There was some concern when it came to Buttons' turn. After all it shouldn't be possible to look after a tyke when you're quite literally a 4 pound bird. And yet...

Buttons' babysitting is nothing less than magical.

The energy surrounding him is peaceful like the sound of gentle waves crashing on the beach. In the familiar and comfy cabin it keeps Izzy relaxed. When Izzy gets upset from the built up stress and starts spiralling into his thoughts, all it takes to snap him out of his head is Buttons' soft squawk. He sits with the little guy and lets him stroke his feathers until he settles and relaxes again.

Oftentimes other seagulls make appearances, flying in through the cabin window and jump to first exchange greetings with Buttons before going to Izzy who's delighted at the visit. The feathery visitors always bring little bits and pieces for Izzy's collection of trinkets or crafts. All the seagulls crowd to Izzy and make him giggle while playing.

Whenever is time for a snack or dinner, all it takes is a moment of turned attention before a meal seems to miraculously appear out of nowhere. Getting Izzy to eat seems to be easier with Buttons too. Izzy takes turns eating one bite of the food using his hands before feeding Buttons or one of the other seagulls the other bite over and over until the meal is gone (Izzy is too focused on deviding the portions to notice the sheer size of his plate). Izzy is eating well and Buttons can't complain about going hungry himself, so dinner table manners are counted as a fair price.

If Izzy reaches for something dangerous that's been accidentally left out in the open or he wants to do something he's not supposed to, Buttons squawks in alert at him and flaps his wings or gently nips his sleeve with his beak to stop him, turning his head to give him a look. When it comes to listening to warnings, Izzy seems to react more at the bird shaped man, than the other crew (the crew in question lament over that but think it's fair since they also note Buttons' warnings more, and besides it's not like Izzy causes much trouble)

When it's finally time for a nap, Buttons ushers Izzy to his cot flapping his wings before jumping on himself, sitting and tucking his beak into his wings blinking at Izzy until he follows. Once in bed, Izzy softly pats Buttons' feathers until he finally falls asleep. If the shapeshifter's feathers are a bit mussed later, he doesn't so much as squawk his displeasure, and if somebody comments at the untidiness of his wings, they're sure to get a stinkeye.

Most often when Buttons is in charge, Izzy busies himself with drawing or crafting using all the trinkets the other seagulls brought him. He quietly sits with his tongue sticking out, focused on his creations occasionally showing them off to Buttons for a squawk of approval. Buttons keeps a careful eye on everything and catches all the colorful little rocks and beads that roll on the floor every time the ship shifts on the waves with his beak. It's pretty good at catching all the tiny pieces and he often passes particular objects to Izzy when he has trouple spotting what he needs himself.

It's after a day of arts and crafts like this that Izzy presents the experienced sailor with a bracelet made of the seagulls' gifts. Of course, Buttons can't quite wear the bracelet how it's supposed to be worn but he puts it on his neck and wears it proudly around the deck the rest of the day (it later gets added into his nest high up in the rigging for safe keeping to not accidentally loose it during flight. It becomes an important part of the nest, neatly secured on a sticking out nail for extra safety)

#sfw agere #fandom agere #agere ofmd #little izzy #agere art #izzy hands #nathaniel buttons #age regression #ofmd #my #slowly crossing out crewmembers from the “caregivers to cover” list #wee john im coming after you next #my headcanons might be canon era but for arts ill always give izzy a modern comfy prosthetic and a good paci #he deserves them #and fun shorts

[sailtomarina]

A Christmas Wish for Two (Blaise, Not Included)

Draco x Hermione | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 5: “Do you even hear yourself?!” | WC 1489 | Rating: M (very brief sexual humor)

“Pretty please?”

She batted her eyelashes in her best imitation of every other witch she’d seen, but Draco had also seen it all. His jaw tightened and he continued to stare down at her with a frosty gaze. He looked like some kind of ice king with his sharp features and pale coloring, but the effect was partially ruined by the spot of fudge at the corner of his mouth.

“Absolutely not.”

He scowled when she reached up to swipe the chocolate off his face, but his eyes softened as she proceeded to lick the confection off of her fingertips. Hermione had tried to butter him up by treating him to a new chocolate cake recipe she’d gotten from Pans. As expected, the man had inhaled the slice she’d cut him in as few bites as possible for someone with impeccable manners like his.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” she purred, sliding her palms up his chest to thread her fingers into his hair. She admired the flex in his chest, the heavy swallow that revealed how affected he was by her even after years together as a couple. A gentle tug to the nape of his neck had him bending forward, lips reaching for purchase. Surely, she had him now.

But, of course not. He brushed right past her attempted kiss to murmur into her ear. “I am not spending Christmas Day with the Weasel.”

“Draco!” she smacked him for emphasis. “Do you even hear yourself? You hate it when Ronald says ‘ferret’, so you should know better than to keep up that childish insult.”

He retaliated with a nip to the lobe of her ear, then swirled the tip of his tongue against the sensitive spot just behind it. Hermione’s knees buckled at the sensation, and it was only his arms wrapped around her waist that prevented her from collapsing against him.

“I,” nip, “don’t,” lick, “care,” nibble, “what he,” bite, “says.” He sucked hard against the crook of her neck at the last word, leaving what would undoubtedly be a dark bruise.

Even if it was true that he didn’t retaliate anymore to verbal jabs, that didn’t mean she condoned the name-calling between what was essentially two of her favorite families–the Weasleys and, by relation, former Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, on one side, and her boyfriend and his circle of former Slytherins on the other. Their Hogwarts days were far behind them, and the years had proven progressive with several measures passed to improve Muggle-Wizarding relations and ensure equal rights for magical creatures and beings. Morale was high and the future looked promising.

If only Hermione could get her loved ones all in one place.

She wasn’t quite ready to fully explain to Draco why it was so important to her to connect what essentially felt still like strongly opposing forces. They’d been dating for long enough that she was starting to want more, and that meant reconciliation if they were going to someday take that next step.

So when Harry and Ginny invited Theo Nott into their relationship, she wholeheartedly supported them. If anyone could convince Draco to relent on his isolationist stance, it was Theo.

“Don’t you want to support your best friend’s relationship? It will be Theo’s first Christmas at the Burrow. I’m sure he’d appreciate having you be there, if only so you can both brood handsomely by the fireplace.”

She yelped at the swift swat to her tush, the sting quickly subsiding to a pleasant warmth.

“I knew you had a thing for Theo,” he teased her.

She hummed in agreement, but wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

“Theo’s fit, but I think Blaise might be more my type. I bet he wouldn't be adverse to coming along for the entertainment.”

Her boyfriend jerked backwards to narrow his eyes at her, and she fought back a giggle to school her expression into one of genuine interest. Draco might control himself well enough around others, but with her, he had very little restraint. She could read every twitch of his eyes and lips.

“Are you expressing your interest in Blaise?” he asked incredulously. “You do realize he’s just as infamous as his mother is, don’t you?”

“Well, you’d be there, too, I hope, to make sure things don’t get…dangerous.” She shrugged her eyebrows suggestively and nearly burst out laughing at the nearly constipated look he got as he swelled up in indignation.

“Absolutely not! We are not inviting Blaise of all people into our bedroom. Theo, maybe–”

Hermione made note of that admission. She’d revisit it another day if everyone was amenable.

“—but, frankly, I don’t want anybody but you.”

Her heart fluttered at the declaration. Should she just tell him her real reason for wanting to go?

They hadn’t strictly spoken about marriage to one another just yet, though certain suggestive futures had been tossed out at seemingly random times. Things like, “oh, wouldn’t that be a lovely home to grow into?” and what was undoubtedly a bit of a breeding kink nearly every time they made love. That was a part of their relationship that had also never faded, only increasing in fervor as time went on.

“I don’t actually want anybody else, either, Draco,” she confessed, her hand sliding forward to brush a thumb across his lips. 

“Then let’s just spend the day together like we usually do, just the two of us, that damn cat, and all of the horrid eggnog you’d like.”

She was so, so, tempted to cave. A day just for them to curl up together sounded perfect, actually. If it were literally any other day, she’d say ‘yes’ in a heartbeat.

Hermione gazed up into his eyes, taking in the way his eyebrows sloped downward in a plea, how the curve of his lips perfectly fit his angled jaw sharp enough to cut glass, the way his platinum locks nearly fell into his eyes when he angled down to look at her, which was often. Not once in their relationship had she ever felt neglected or unloved. He could drive her spare, yes, had a terrible habit of leaving his dinner plate at the table and walking away like he expected their nonexistent Elves to take care of cleaning up, and dogeared his books no matter how many bookmarks she discreetly placed everywhere.

She couldn’t imagine a future anymore without him in it–he filled her heart, tethered her soul, and challenged her mind every single moment of every single day. She realized she didn’t tell him how much she loved him nearly enough.

“I love you,” she whispered, “and, I want all my other loved ones to see just how much, so that when the time comes, they’ll be there for us when we announce it in the most binding way possible.” Her heart pounded low in her ears like a heavy drum.

His face transformed with each word, the playful pout fading as his lips parted and breath stuttered. He sucked in air and blinked rapidly. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

She huffed a laugh but quickly stifled it at the look that passed over his face. “Not officially, no, but I am voicing my intention for the future. It could be as soon as tomorrow. It could be a year from now, maybe even ten. Whenever we’re both ready.”

The brief wrinkle in his brow smoothed away as his mouth finally curved upward. This time it was he that cupped her face in his cool hands to scan what felt like every single feature of her face from her chin to the top of her curly head. She wouldn’t be surprised if he knew exactly how many freckles numbered there given the amount of times he’d stared at her in just the same manner.

“I suppose I ought to make peace, then, if I want my Christmas wish to come true.”

Did he mean what she suspected?

“I’ll come with you to the Burrow,” he continued, “as long as you make sure to come save me at a moment’s notice, our usual signal.”

“You don’t expect me to stick to your side the whole time?” she said teasingly, remembering how he’d requested just that at past gatherings with her friends.

He shook his head, fingers tightening slightly against her jaw. “I’m a reformed wizard with a happy future on the line. I better act like it.”

Finally, he bent down to her, nose brushing against hers on one side, then the other, just a whisper of his lips playing atop hers before he sucked the lower, lathing his tongue across the surface  before deepening the kiss. One hand slid into the thick of her hair, gripping firmly in a possessive claim, one she adored and reciprocated in kind whenever possible, which, if wishes did indeed come true this year, would be everyday for the rest of their lives.

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He absolutely does mean what she suspects. My imagination has him asking her to marry him Christmas morning, which he'd meant to do even before this discussion.

What do you think their secret signal is? Perhaps a debonair brush of his hair? A key phrase loudly said?

#dramione #harry potter fanfiction #dhr fanfiction #harry potter flashfic #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy #hp yuletide bliss #christmas hp fest

[wandafiction]

Scarlet Witch - Just Us Chapter 20

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2366

Series List | Chapter 19 | Chapter 21

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I'm rifling through Wanda's kitchen, looking for the ingredients that I know go into chicken paprikash but also trying to be super sneaky and seeing if I can find her super secret ingredient. Not seeing anything standing out of the ordinary I go to the fridge taking the chicken out and transfer it from its plastic box into a bowl ready to be cut up. I hear the clearing of someone's throat behind me so I turn to see Wanda in an oversized t-shirt that goes to the middle of her thighs where I can just make out some sleep shorts.

"Nice shower?" I turn back around to grab the chopping boards and knives. 

"I told you I would do that." Wanda pouts and whines as she wanders into the kitchen once again attaching herself to my body, her head resting between my shoulder blades. "Also yes, the shower was nice and relaxing. Was a little wobbly at first but got over it quickly." 

"Next time you won't be able to walk." 

"I can't protest that." She squeezes me tighter as she nuzzles her head against my back.

"You know you're a very cute Wanda." I feel her face heat up against my back, I assume she is blushing.

"What makes you say that?" 

"You're just so cuddly, gentle you do these little things where you squeeze me tighter when I compliment you or you just randomly peck my lips. I don't know. You're just cute. Beautiful and hot but also very cute." 

"You're adorable." I smile to myself as I place my hands on Wandas which are resting on my stomach. "How tall are you?" 

"Random." I laugh at the topic change and turn around to meet her gaze on me.

"Well you're tall and I haven't asked you yet." 

"How tall do you think I am?" 

"Nope, not this guessing game again." Wanda laughs as she remembers How I made her guess my age.

"Fine I'm 6 foot….." I see Wanda pout as I hold out on her but bend down to kiss her pout away.

"6 foot what?" She whines out almost like a toddler, she is such a child.

"6 foot 5."

"Wow, you're nearly a whole foot taller than me." 

"So what you're like 5ft 7?" Wanda's jaw drops slightly and her eyes squint up at me.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You're just good at guessing these things"

"Well I could say the same for you mind reader. You sure you ain't a witch?" 

"Like I said before, I can just read people.'

"Mhmm. But think about it . How cool would it be to be a witch."

"Pretty cool. What would my witchy name be."

"Scarlet witch, there are no two ways about it that would be your name. Or your witchy alter ego."

"Let me guess because my favourite color is scarlet red." 

"Correct." Wanda rolls her eyes as she moves around me to start cooking.

"So what's your superpower then?" I hum as I think, looking around the room slightly. 

"I don't know. Don't have one."

"Well you have that guessing thing." She turns around with the knife in her hand pointing it at me as she makes her point. "Anyway, go sit down and watch some TV while I cook. Got to keep my secret ingredient secret."

"Okay princess. Let me know if you need any help." 

"Will do, but you aren't getting any unless I get kisses." I smile at her as I make my way behind her wrapping my arms around her waist as I lean down to rest my chin on her shoulder.

I move my head so my lips ghosts her neck, my hot my breath fanning down her bare neck and I smirk when I see goosebumps spread across her skin. Taking that as a good sign I start pecking at the top of her neck below her jaw, I can feel her swallow harshly as I make my way down toward her pulse point. Once I reach it I nip at it gently, hearing Wanda drop the knives on the counter as she grips it with her hands to stable herself. I soothe the area before moving to another area just below her ear and nip and suck on that before soothing it.

"Y/n." Wanda breathes out. I smirk and pull away and she stumbles back slightly. She turns around giving me a small scowl but I plant a kiss on her lips which makes her smile. 

"Do I get food now?" She huffs out a laugh and smooshes my lips together between her finger and thumb.

"After that, you can get anything you want." 

"I look forward to it." Just like that I leave a flustered Wanda in the kitchen as I hop onto the couch and start flicking through the TV.

"Do you have Netflix Wanda?" 

"Uh, no I don't sorry." I turn on the couch to watch as she effortlessly moves around her kitchen preparing the food for us both.

"Would you mind if I login to my account on your TV?" 

"No, go ahead." I turn back around as I get Netflix up and sign myself in, I press the keep logged in button so Wanda can use it anytime she wishes. I will let her know though so she can have full control over it when it comes to her twins because no doubt they will not stop watching it if they knew they could get away with it.

"Anything you want to watch princess?" Wanda makes her way over to the couch positioning herself so she is laying down with her head on my lap, I move one hand into her hair and start weaving it through every now and again scratching at her scalp. I hear a hum leave Wanda's lips as she sinks further into my lap, relaxing at my touch.

"Anything you would recommend dorogoy. We haven't had Netflix since before the divorce." I look down at Wanda as I move her hair to behind her ear, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Oh wait, there's one programme I started watching before we lost Netflix. Stranger things! Can we watch that?!"

"Of course princess. How is the food doing?"

"It's simmering away. Should be ready in about 20 minutes or so." 

"You added your secret ingredient?" She turns her head in my lap to look up at me puckering her lips and I smile and peck them a couple of times making her smile.

"Of course I have. Wouldn't forget it."

"Well I'm looking forward to eating it again." 

"Freshly cooked is always better than reheated." She turns back to look at the TV as I press play on season 1 of stranger things. 

"Is that so?" 

"Of course. Fresh is always best, especially with fresh veg but this place doesn't have a garden so I go to a fresh grocer's when I make the paprikash, so it's as good as it can be." I lean forward to place the remote down on the coffee table in front of us, I rest my hand against Wanda's which is resting on her hip. I intertwine our fingers, continuing to brush my other hand through her hair.

"Well maybe you can come to my house one day and cook, you will have all the fresh fruit and veg you need." I feel Wanda's brow furrow under my hand that I start rubbing gently against her temple, instead of through her hair, to try and relax her brows.

"You have a house too?" She turns to look up at me, her eyebrows curled in question. 

"I, uh. Yeah. It's a townhouse in New York." She gives an impressed hmph before opening her mouth to ask something else but closes it again. "What do you want to know angel?

"Is it rude if I ask you,  do you own any more places?" She brings her hand that was resting on the couch to her mouth to nibble at her nails, but I bring my hand that's on her temple to her hand and remove it from her mouth. I bring our hands up to her shoulder to rest while our others stay on her waist. 

"No I own a bit, but compared to someone like Tony Stark I don't own a lot." She brings our hands back from her shoulder to her mouth so she can kiss the back of my hand as I speak.

"So I own the penthouse, I own the townhouse. I also own a small place in Sokovia and then a Cabin out in the Canadian wilderness." She gives an acknowledging hum.

"How often do you travel out to Sokovia?" She now rests our hands on her cheek.

"I try to go for a week every 2 or 3 months. How long has it been since you went home?" 

"Maybe two or three years, at one of my mama's friends' weddings." 

"Well maybe I'll bring you with me on my next one." 

"That sounds nice, I will have to check with work and with the boy's dad of course." 

"If not, there are plenty of other times I can bring you with me." She turns to look back at the now forgotten TV show.

"Why do you go back to Sokovia so often?" 

"That young boy I told you about."

"The one that got shot and you saved?" 

"That's the one. Well I helped the family set up everything they needed in their home, and I visited everyday to make sure they had everything they needed. I cooked and cleaned, I did my part to try and help them as best as I knew how. I think it went on for about a month, so when I told the family I had to come back here for business the boy cried and made me promise to visit as much as I can; and so did his family. I never break a promise. I even spent Christmas with them last year." Wanda's whole body turns over so she is now laying on her other side facing towards me, she removes her hand from mine and lifts my shirt a little giving my abdomen some gentle kisses that make me smile.

"You're too good for this world dorogoy." I lace my hand back through Wanda's hair.

"Not always, I have my moments but not always." Wanda turns to look at me, her eyes searching my face flicking from left to right, up to down. Wanting to move on from the topic I ask a random question. "What other powers would you have?" 

"Sorry?" Wanda looks at me obviously confused about the subject change but doesn't question it. 

"Well the Scarlet witch, that's you, can read minds. What other powers would she have?"

"Oh she would be able to move things with her mind. Oh! And be able to make people see their worst nightmares or their most wholesome dreams. And the powers would make her eyes turn red, and a mist like cloud leave her fingers."

"So she has wiggly woos." 

"Wiggly woos?" 

"Yes wiggly woos." I wiggle my fingers in front of her face to prove my point and she laughs that amazing laugh of hers hiding her face into my abdomen and I can feel the vibrations from her laugh.

"You're so nerdy and so fucking adorable." 

"Would she have a crown?" 

"Yes, most definitely. She is a badass witch of course she has a fucking crown, and an amazing outfit!" 

"An amazing outfit that shows her off all her curves."

"So a very sexy witch?" Wanda raises her eyebrows at me, wiggling them cheekily.

"Yes, a very sexy witch, and that witch is you. And sexy is not hard to achieve when it's you because you are already there." Wanda buries her face back against my abdomen as I feel the heat off of it and see the red grow around her ears.

"Is my sexy and all powerful witch blushing at a few compliments."

"Shut up." She grumbles against me and I laugh out loud. 

"Well I'm never going to stop telling you how beautiful and sexy and all powerful you are." I feel her kiss my abdomen a couple times until she moves her head to look up at me scrunching her nose. 

I lean down kissing her nose a couple of times which makes it scrunch up even more causing her eyes to squeeze shut. So I do it a few more times and she tilts her head upwards so as I go to kiss her nose again she captures her lips with mine. I kiss back giving attention to her bottom lip sucking it between my teeth before moving to her top lip to give that a little attention. I move my attention back to her bottom lip as I lick my tongue across it asking for entrance and she gives in immediately. My tongue explores her mouth for a few seconds, when I hear Wanda hum in pleasure I slowly pull away taking her bottom lip with me between my teeth before letting it go with a pop.

"Dinners going to burn princess." Wanda grumbles but gets up from my lap and stands from the couch. 

As she moves away I playfully smack her butt and she looks back trying to be offended but I just wink at her so she gives me the middle finger. I let out a laugh as she makes her way back to the kitchen to tend to the food. I realise the TV is still playing so I lean forward to grab the remote pausing it so Wanda doesn't miss any more of the show than she already has. I can hear Wanda humming a tune in her own world in the kitchen so turn to face her and just observe her movements once more. As Wanda turns around to grab something from the other counter she sees me staring and wiggles her fingers at me like I did to her before, a playful smile on her face. 

That's my witchy right there…

Wait my witchy? ===============================

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x you #wanda x reader #just us series

[julianrchandlerx]

setting: briar-rose’s home, downtown, morning of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad witch day

featuring: julian chandler & briar-rose reed @briarreed

Sunlight filtered through the blinds in golden slants, painting a shimmering path across the bedroom floor and towards the bed. Julian blinked against the low glow entering the room, pulling the corner of the blanket above his head to shield from the deadly rays. He’d closed his eyes, listening intently to an audio book for quite some time now, completely zoned out, that he hadn’t quite realized what time it was. As he opened his eyes to the morning sun, the vampire pulled out his phone to pause the book and set his earbuds aside, noting the time as he did. Julian’s movements were small, as gentle and quiet as someone so large and clunky could be, mindful of the slender petite figure that slumbered at his side. Briar-Rose looked so sweet and peaceful, sleeping soundly beside him. For a brief moment Julian wondered tenderly if she were dreaming of him as she slept. If he could dream, he suspected that she would be the center of every single one.

One sideways glance at his phone again, and he knew it was just about time to get up. Curling his arm around her slim waist, Julian carefully pulled her back against his chest, his lips instantly finding her. Slowly following the curve of her shoulder towards her neck, he smiled to himself as he attempted to rouse her awake. “Briar,” he said her name in an almost sing song-y way, his lips tracing the column of her neck and nipping their way to her ear. “Briar-Rose… Baby, wake up.” His fingers gently combed through her hair, pushing scarlet locks out of his way to give him better access to her neck, before his hand traveled slowly down her side to rest at her hip. It wasn’t too early, and now that he was focused on a new day, Julian wanted nothing more than her attention first thing. His kisses were still tender, peck after peck against soft, supple skin, mindful to not let his teeth graze, while his fingers tightened on her hip. He waited for his actions, or maybe just the scratch of his stubble, to stir her from sleep. “My Sleeping Beauty… Pretty sure the fairy tale says true love’s kiss outta do it…” He grinned, pausing with a soft kiss at the corner of her lips.

#&& convos. #int ft. briar #kissing tw

[potatothatcanwrite]

~Arrows and Dragonhide~

Kili Durin x {Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 3/?

A/N- its one in the morning and my brain is broken

Word Count- 3.2k

Summary- Bofur calls Eyja a witch, and trolls are stanky.

Warnings- Cannon typical violence, mentions of torture, mentions of death, will be 18+ in future parts, cursing/foul language

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As the morning sun rises and the forest around them begins to come alive with animals, Eyja wakes slowly, feeling an arm resting over her shoulder and another around her waist. Her eyes slowly drift upwards, finding the youngest of the Durin brothers leaning back against the rock wall, head tilted to the side, lips parted and hair askew, his dark eyes hidden behind closed lids, and she feels his breaths as she leans her head farther back trying to figure out how to untangle herself from the arms and the blanket holding her to Kili's side. Gently she raises her hand and pushes lightly on the dwarven princes shoulder, seeing his brow crease slightly and his eyes flutter but remain closed. "Kili," her voice is barely audible, a mere breath of noise in the quiet morn but it is enough to rouse the dark haired dwarrow she leans against. As his eyes crack open he is immediately met with the sight of the brunette woman entangled in his arms, and his face reddens almost instantly, his hands fly away from Eyja's body and she sits up as he begins whispering an apology.

"I am so sorry, I hadn't meant to fall asleep, I swear I meant no disrespect-" the woman in front of him cuts him off quickly.

"it's fine Kili, besides, its not everyday I wake up in the arms of a prince." Her voice is lilting and she grins at him as his face remains the color of a ripe tomato. Kili laughs, causing his brother, who sleeps mere feet away to shift in his sleep.

"Yes, well it's not everyday I wake with a beautiful woman in my arms." His joking voice matches her own and they both chuckle softly, beginning to feel the sleep rise from their bodies. Kili sits up, groaning softly as his back cracks after being in one position for so long. The two slowly start to pack up their belongings, strapping it once more to the back of Kili's pony. As the sun gets brighter, shinning over the treetops and illuminating the rock the company rests on, the dwarrow begin to stir, slowly awakening in the warm sunlight.

Eyja drapes her dark green cloak over her shoulders in an effort to preserve some of the heat still remaining from Kili's body, as the morning air nips at the rings of metal in her exposed skin.

"Are you cold?" Kili's voice is louder than it probably should have been and the dwarfs around him grumble, as they are still half asleep and do not appreciate the loud voice.

"Just a little chilly, I'll be fine." Kili's brow remains furrowed but he moves on to rousing the rest of the company. As the dwarfs begin to move around her, Eyja remains at the edge of the cliff, looking out over the forest, the large poplar tree leaves lay turned down, barely rustling in the breeze. "It's going to rain, do be sure to cover anything you don't wish to get wet."

Bofur turns to her, eyes still weary from sleep and large hat askew, "How do you figure that lass?" His head turns up to the cloudless sky above them, "there aren't even any clouds." Eyja points to the leaves on the large trees below them.

"When it is going to rain, poplar leaves upturn." The hat wearing dwarf nods still looking confused. Fili walks over dropping his bag on the ground at his feet.

"I couldn't help but notice your sleeping situation with my brother last night," His lips turn up into a sly smile, "might there be something there?"

Eyja chuckles at the dwarrow's antics, "Fili, what may or may not be between me and your brother will remain between the two of us, now I'm pretty sure Bombur has some food so I'm going to get some breakfast." Walking towards the small gathering of dwarfs, she watches as Kili and Fili laugh about something that did not reach her ears, the wide smiles worn by each of them bringing a strange warmth to her. As a bowl of the fire warmed stew is placed in her hands, she steps out of the rowdy crowd of dwarrow, walking back over to the dwarven princes.

Kili steps back creating space between the two ponies for Eyja to stand, the shifter nods her thanks as the dark haired dwarf ties her bag atop the horse. Each of the ponies surrounding them is quickly mounted by their respective dwarf and the ashes of their fire are quickly doused and stamped out. Gandalf once again rides to the front of their procession and starts down the mountain trail. Eyja matching pace with Kili's horse.

True to Eyja's earlier prediction soon the sky had begun to unleash a torrential downpour, the dirt road quickly turning into slick muddy mess. Eyja grimaces at the thought of having to clean her boots of the grime later, pulling her hood farther over her head in an attempt to save her hair from the water. Bofur turns in his saddle to call back to Eyja, "Lass that is some mighty witchcraft you pulled to guess this was coming."

Eyja laughs at his remark knowing he is just poking fun, "Master dwarf I have been on the continent for a good many years, I have learned to read the signs nature provides, that is not witchcraft, merely being observant." The few dwarfs around them chuckle at the exchange, before they continue to ride on in silence. they only ride for a short time before Dori calls out over the pounding noise of the rain.

"Mister Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?"

Gandalf spares not even a glance as he replies, "It is raining master dwarf, and it will continue to rain and it will continue to rain until the rain is done," the grey cloaked wizard pauses before continuing, "if you wish to change the weather of the world you should find yourself another wizard." Dori slumps down in his seat, accepting that he will continue to be pummeled by the weather. As the hobbit and wizard discuss the other great wizards of Middle Earth, Kili leans down to speak close to the shifter ear.

"Eyja pretty soon the mud is going to swallow your boots, I do believe it would be in your best interest to get on a pony instead of continuing to walk." Eyja sighs at the dwarfs continued pestering of the subject, Knowing he will not give it up as long as he has breath in his lungs she stops walking and nods to the dwarven prince.

"Fine, but only because the mud is making my boots weigh twice what they should." Kili grins down at her before shifting forward in his seat patting the space behind him urging Eyja to sit. She climbs up onto the horse resting her hands in her lap, unsure of close she should be sitting behind the prince.

"You should hang on, it would be a shame for you to fall." Eyja can hear the smile in his voice and shakes her head with a quiet laugh as she places her hands lightly around his torso, his back pressing against her front. He turns his head as much as he can trying to face her, "Have you met any of the wizards Gandalf speaks of?"

Nodding her head her cloaks hood shifts back a tad, and she quickly pulls it back to its proper place, "I have met Saruman, he was quite the stern fellow, the only other wizard I have met was Radagast the brown, he was quite peculiar, but a pleasant enough person if a little odd." The dwarf in front of her hums in acknowledgment and they ride in a peaceful silence, the only sound is the quiet murmurs of the company, and the shower of the rain.

Days pass and they slowly establish a routine, of waking with the sun before riding all day before setting down for the night. The group rides through the hills before coming to a burnt building. "We'll camp here for tonight," Thorin's deep voice carries through the small valley, "Fili, Kili, look after the ponies make sure you stay with them." Nodding the two princes dismount, Eyja following after them, they tie their horses up to the small pieces of fence left unscathed by the flames. beyond the trees, Eyja's ears pick up Thorin arguing with Gandalf over whether they should move on from this abandoned home. Suddenly Gandalf shouts about being the only one with sense and she hears him storm off.

Kili and Fili sit against a fence post quietly discussing things Eyja pays no mind to, instead she wonders over why a farmer would leave their home, was there something dangerous lurking in these woods, if so what had it been and was it still residing close by. Her blade lays a comforting weight across her back, and she lowers herself to the ground across from the two dwarves. Looking down at the sorry state of her once brown boots, she begins prying at the mud caking them, hoping that it will fall off easily now that it had dried. The trio sit there listening to the bugs fly overhead and the ponies shift and whinny as the sky overhead grows darker.

The sounds of the forest suddenly stop, leaving an eerie silence hanging in the air. The silence only lasts for a mere moment before suddenly a deafening crack of a tree falling pierces the air, the shifter and dwarves shoot to a standing position, and the three rush towards where the ponies are tied. The sound of footsteps behind them soon comes with bilbo standing between them all.

"What's the matter?" His question comes with a bowl of stew pushed towards the two dwarves.

Kili's voice comes out low, "We're supposed to be looking after the ponies,"

Eyja continues the sentence, "Only we've encountered a slight problem,"

"We had 16," Fili speaks now voice uncertain, "now there's 14."

After a quick search to find which horses had vanished, the group reconvened with Bilbo still trying to offer the princes the stew. "Daisy and Bongo are missing." Kili paces to the group brow creased and frown on his face.

"That is not good," the hobbit lets out a nervous chuckle, "that is not good at all, shouldn't we tell Thorin?"

Fili turns quickly speaking even quicker, "No no lets not worry him. As our official burglar we thought you might want to look into it?" Eyja paces around the fallen tree, finding a large footprint and her stomach drops. She knows those tracks, and the foul stench they left behind.

Bilbo's face drops, and he nods pointing to the fallen tree, "Right well, um, it looks like something big uprooted these trees. Something very big indeed."

Eyja speaks, her voice even toned and flat, "Trolls."

Fili and Kili turn quickly to face the skin changer, and something in the trees catches the elder brothers eye, "Hey, there's a light. come 'ere." he gestures for the other to look and he starts towards the light, and Eyja sighs heavily before unsheathing her dagger and following after the blonde headed dwarf. Kili launches over a fallen log quickly followed by his brother and Eyja, Bilbo trailing after them, stew still in hand. As the four hide behind a tree, a troll stomps past a pony beneath each arm, and Eyja's hand flies to the sword strapped to her back unsheathing it quickly.

"He's got Myrtle and Minty, I think they're going to eat them we have to do something!" Bilbo's voice is hushed and tense with worry for his pony. The two dwarven brothers turn to him and nod simultaneously.

"Yes, you should, mountain trolls are slow and stupid and you're so small, they'll never see you, it's perfectly safe." Kili takes a bowl from the hobbit, Fili doing the same. Eyja has to repress the urge to smack her hand to her forehead, but Kili's plan isn't terrible and was currently the only idea they had other than just storming the trolls camp.

"If you run into trouble, hoot twice like barn owl and once like a brown owl." Fili speaks quietly as he shoves the hobbit towards the light of the mountain trolls fire, Bilbo protesting the whole way.

"Don't worry Bilbo, I will remain in the trees, and will intervene should it be needed." Eyja's words seemed to comfort the hobbit a tiny amount as he nods and starts quietly towards the sound of voices.

Eyja turns to shoot one last unhappy glance at the Durin brothers but the two dwarves had already disappeared. so she walks as close as she can, leaning against a log, watching as the trolls bicker over the food an Bilbo tries to free the horses. As the hobbit tries to grab the blade off the troll who seemed to have some sort of disgusting cold, Eyja hisses out a breath watching as bilbo is hoisted into the air and covered with troll snot.

"Ah, blimey, look what's come out of me hooter!" the trolls high voice shrill in his shock. The skin changer huffs unhappily at the development of the plan, and steps into the light of the fire.

Her sword shining in the light of the fire, she readies it and calls out towards the trio of trolls. "Put him down!" her voice cuts through the creatures bickering and they turn to face her, their faces twisting into scowls. As the largest of the three moves towards her, Kili bursts from the trees, blade spinning as her slices at the legs of the foul beasts. He stops beside the shifter, sword raised.

"She said, drop him." His blade twirls in a circle and he places both hands on the hilt ready to take another swing at the much larger beings. The mountain troll holding the companies hobbit, growls before throwing the poor burglar at Kili, his arms open in an attempt to catch him. Instead they both go tumbling to the ground, Eyja standing over them with her blade at the ready. The quiet of the camp is broken by the shouts of the company as they rush out around her, each of them holding their weapons high. Eyja charges forward with them, swinging her sword into the thigh of the smallest troll, then cutting upwards with her dagger as he bends over in pain, effectively catching him in the mouth with the small blade. Thorin steps beside her also bringing his blade to meet the skin of the monster. Eyja catches sight of Kili fighting the largest of the trolls with his brother and she turns to go help him. But before she can make it three paces, meaty hands encircle her limbs, raising her above the dwarves head, pulling them till they are ready to pop out of her sockets.

As the two trolls lift her even higher, the dwarves freeze. Kili lurching forward at the pained expression on Eyja's face, "Eyja!" Thorin grabs his nephew before he can move farther, knowing that should they move Eyja will lose her limbs.

"Lay down your arms. Or we'll rip hers off." The trolls sneer down at the dwarrow, and Eyja golden eyes meet Kili's earth toned ones. He frowns as his uncle lays down his sword, and Kili throws his at the ground beside his brothers many blades.

Soon, half the company lay tied up in sacs, while the rest lay tied to a spit over the fire. Kili lays beside the skin changer, who scowls deeply at the foul creatures. "I fucking hate trolls." Her harsh words are quiet but Kili's ears catch them and he nods his agreement. "The bloody wizard told me I wouldn't have to deal with any of these nasty things."

Bilbo stands awkwardly in his sac, "Wait, you are making a terrible mistake." the company protests calling their captors all sorts of foul names, but Bilbo ignores them, "I meant with the, uh, with the seasoning. You're going to need something a lot stronger than sage to plate up this lot." Gloin and Kili start yelling at the hobbit but Eyja stays quiet, realizing the burglar is stalling for time.

While Bilbo tries to think of ways to stall the trolls from eating the company, a flash of movement in the trees catches Eyja's yellow gaze. looking up to the sky, she see a faint pinkish tinge to clouds floating past, signifying dawns near approach. As the cross eyed troll picks up Bombur, dangling the poor dwarf over his mouth, Eyja rises to stand beside the hobbit.

"Not that one, he is, he's infected," she pauses as the trolls turn to face her, "Ya he's got worms in his tubes." Bombur is promptly dropped atop the pile of dwarves, and the troll stumbles back a step. Eyja continues, "In fact, they all have them, they're infested with parasites, truly I wouldn't risk it."

Kili turn indignantly to face her, "We don't have parasites!" Eyja rolls her eyes helplessly as all the dwarves yell at her, not understanding that she's is trying to keep them alive. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Thorin pull back his leg and deliver a swift kick to his nephews back. Quickly Kili's complaints are replaced with remarks about how he has parasites the size of his arm. Eyja sends a silent thanks to the gods for blessing Thorin with enough brains to understand her plan.

The troll lumbers towards her and Bilbo, "What would you have us do then? Let them all go?" Bilbo nods and shrugs his shoulder slightly. before any more words can be exchanged a voice rings out over the camp and Eyja lets out a sigh of relief.

"The dawn will take you all!" Gandalf raises his staff, bringing it down swiftly, breaking the stone in two, allowing the trolls to be bathed in sunlight. As they shriek and begin to turn to stone, the dwarves begin to cheer and shout. The wizard quickly cuts down the dwarves suspended over the fire, and frees them from the sacs. As Thorin questions Gandalf of his whereabouts, Kili approaches Eyja as she slips her blades into their proper spots.

"Are you alright, how are your arms and legs feeling, do you need me to get Oin?" Kili's words are spoken quickly with panic lacing every syllable as he looks over her, trying to find any injuries.

"I'm alright Kili, just a tad sore nothing some stretching can't fix." Eyja rests a hand on his shoulder trying to get him to relax. "Relax, everyone is alright, there is no need for worry."

Kili takes a deep breath, gives her a final onceover before deciding that she's right and stepping back. The two share a long look before Fili calls his brother over to help him pick up all his knives. "Make sure to get Oin to help you if you don't feel better please, for the sake of my sanity." Eyja nods with a small smile, and lets her eyes trail after him as he walks away. A familiar warmth is growing in her chest, and she does not wish for things to end as they had the last time she felt this way.

#kili durin #kili durin x oc #kili x oc #fanfiction #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bilbo #thorin #dwalin #balin #oin #gloin #nori #dori #ori #bofur #bifur #bombur #fili #kili #kili and fili #eyja #oc fanfic #dragon shifter oc #kinda smutty #botfa\ #botfa #Arrows and Dragonhide

[thoughtsaboutshows]

29. “Isn’t this, like, illegal?” “Most probably.”

Omg this is so old but I finally got to this! This is taken from a world where Nick and Sabrina are both alive again after the Riverdale ep. Based on the song Cop Car.

Nick didn’t know much about mortal laws, but he was pretty sure that trespassing was one of them, even if they could just teleport away at a moments notice.  However he could hardly say no to Sabrina when she’d asked him to go on an adventure with her.  He’d never really been able to deny her anything.  Except for a single goodbye kiss that he sometimes regretted not giving her.

He more than made up for it now, kissing her every chance he got.  Especially after they’d both risen from the dead for the final time, finally back in the land of the living.  Nick suspected that the resurrections were part of what kickstarted her yearning for adrenaline.  And that her desire for walking that fine line of danger was why they’d ended up at the airport in the dark. 

Sabrina’s smile was wicked when she told him her plan and it was even more so now that they made it to the edge of the fence.  She put one hand on her hip as her other grasped her own chin in thought, wondering whether they should use magic to scale it or do the climbing themselves.  

Nick spied a blanket not far off on the other side with an array of candles and food on top of it and the reality of the little date she’d planned made him smile.  She bit her lip as she turned to him and held out her hand.

“Get over here and give me a boost.”  Her tone was firm but he heard a note of laughter in it which made him chuckle right back at her.  She waved her hand again and stomped her foot, unable to keep the giggles out of her voice.  “Nick, come on.” 

“What are we doing here?”  Nick asked as he grabbed her hand and let himself be dragged to where she wanted him.

“We are going to watch the planes take off.”  Sabrina nodded and moved Nick by the shoulders so he was standing close to the fence. 

“Isn’t this, like, illegal?”  Nick asked her as he bent a little bit so she could get on his shoulders.

“Most definitely.”  Sabrina answered with a huff as she settled herself.  “But didn’t you say you love your witches to be rebellious?” 

“I love this rebellious witch.”  He confirmed as he lightly squeezed her thighs and turned his face to kiss the inside of one.

“Nick.”  Sabrina said with a shiver as his touch made her squirm.  “Not while I’m trying to get over this fence.” 

“Sorry, I can’t help myself when your legs are around my shoulders.”  Nick grumbled with a smirk she knew was there even if she couldn’t see it. 

“Hecate, save me from cheeky warlocks.”  Sabrina grumbled herself with a huff of perseverance as she reached for the top of the fence and hurled her legs over so she could climb down.  When she made it she turned to him with a bright and satisfied smile and nodded to the fence.  “Your turn, babe.”

“Oh fuck no, I’m not doing that.”  Nick shook his head and snapped his fingers and before she knew it he was on the other side with her, grabbing at her waist and pulling her to the blanket.  

“No you cheated!”  She squealed as he picked her up from behind and buried his nose in her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin as he spun her around.  “Nick!” 

They rolled around on the ground like that for a while, tickling and kissing each other before a loud noise startled Nick.  He gasped while Sabrina laughed and she pushed his shoulder so he could roll off of her.  

“Look, Nick!”  Sabrina pointed to the horizon down their line of vision so he could see the plane beginning its take off.  He’d never seen one before, only read about them or seen them in movies that Sabrina made him watch.  He knew that Sabrina had once been leery of them, given that a crash had claimed the life of her parents.  But she’d wanted to overcome that fear and had wanted him to feel the rush of wind and power that would overcome them when the plane passed overhead. 

It was dark enough so they weren’t seen and could really only see the plane’s lights but Nick felt it coming.  Sabrina leaned over so she could rest her head on his chest and snuggle close.  He kissed the top of her head once, further reminding her he was really there.  

As the plane got closer it was all they could hear and when it passed over them Nick felt it in his entire body.  It was a whole different kind of rush as it flew above them, one that would certainly knock them over had they been standing.  When it disappeared from view and they could no longer hear it Sabrina let out a breath and sat up, wiping a single tear from her eye.

Nick brushed her cheek as he sat up too, leaning in to kiss her in a tender way that spoke all the words he knew neither of them could come up with in that moment.  And when the cops showed up having seen on the security cameras that a girl hopped the fence, Nick put up whatever ward they needed so they could continue watching the planes until sunrise. 

Gif by @nabrinas

#nabrina #nabrina fanfiction #nabrina prompts

[a-m-archived]

The beginning ; A home for the lost and a brothers love

it was a rainy day when a random stranger walked into my shop. He looked like he had the hounds of hell nipping at his heals and his arms were occupied. At first I ignored it due to the man being my customer, witch was a mistake I admit. They do not need to introduce themselves, i know who they are and what they want.

" please -"

He begged , it seemed like he was gonna fall to his knees, if it wasn't for the bundle in his arms. His form shook as his grip tighten ever so slightly on the bundle in his arms. His voice was harsh as he looked up at me, tears threatening to spill.

"Save her "

Quite a damming sentence if you ask me , but humans are truly found of abstract things like that. Without a word i looked at who this 'her' was. The hood from the jacket was pulled down to reveal short choppy red hair, the reddest I've seen if I'm being honest the only other person I could think about having such red hair is - never mind that I'm getting distracted.

Once i looked at her, truly looked at her I noticed how pretty her soul looked. As tarnished as it was her soul still hummed in tune with her mana and even the man holding her.

A sympathetic soul then, how sweet not many of those around, to bad its already been tainted.

" oh ? save her ? sir, you do understand that's a tall order to ask "

"I don't care ! save her please ! I'm begging you !"

" and if I do ? what will you give me in return ? My services aren't free "

"Anything !"

anything ? what a silly thing to say, not everyone is that willing help another, nor are they willing to give up everything for them.

"oh ? anything ? truly ?"

"yes !"

He should be careful with his words, maybe I should tease him a bit. Leaning forward, I would make him look at me as I smiled. I wanted to catch him on his bluff, its cruel to say something like that and not mean it.

" Then give me your name "

"take it ! take my name , take my soul ! Take what ever you need as long as you save her ! Save my baby sister, I'm begging you ! YOUR SUPOSED TO GRANT WISHES RIGHT ?!"

Came his hysterical voice as he glared at me, he has fire in his eyes, good he'll need that. His response surprised me but never the less made me happy. Seems like I was worried for nothing. Its been a long time since I've had an apprentice and even longer since I've had a companion. Never the less i need to let him know what he is making this poor girl go through

" really ? even if it means that your damming her ? "

"yes !"

"even if it means she'll never be complete ? even if it means she becomes a monster ? Even if you can never have the same bound you once had with her ?"

" YES, YES SAVE HER ! SHE HAS TO LIVE....I need her to live...its my fault she's like this...I have to give her a fighting chance at least...I owe mom, Cass and theo ….that much at least... "

"mm, your truly a cruel man Damion Eos... but I supposed I expect nothing less from a man from that family "

I take the girl and move to take her to the guest room to start her treatment. I can't truly heal her yet , her soul needs to be stabilized before I even touch those runes but I can at least make sure she's not suffering.

" come...you look like you could use something warm to drink "

#about ✴ like star light and just as faint #Tales for the lost ; story doubles

[schnilf]

tbt when I found this friend while skipping a pile of tiles

#toadposting #premium toad content #cute frogs #frog and toad #toadblr #familiar #pretty sure it was looking for my witch nip

[rere-the-writer]

Title- 'He has a wife'

Pairing- Elijah Mikaelson x Original!Reader

Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Forced marriage, Things get spicy, Elijah being a simp for his wife

Hayley sat having Elijah's head in her lap trying to keep his fever down after being bitten by Klaus. Elijah was hallucinating as he rubbed Hayley's arms muttering a name under his breath untill she saw what he was seeing.

You sat in tub as your husband walked in leaning against the door frame smirking watching water trail down your collar bone as he caught your attention. Elijah walked over sitting at the tub edge taking the sponge from your smaller softer hands enjoying the sight of your face flushing.

"I thought you were with your witch? Celeste, was it?"

"I wanted spend the day with you, Y/N." Elijah says lowly kissing your ankle as you looked away your face getting darker feeling his hand trail along your calf.

"Nik, is causing trouble for the witches. Since he listens to you, you should talk to him."

"I should. Perhaps a spanking is in order? But I need practice first, Come here my love." Elijah says as the water sloshed when you moved closer to Elijah wondering what he was up to. Elijah cupped your face as his kissed you deeply nipping at your bottom lip pulling a soft moan from you.

"Hayley?" Elijah rasped out as Hayley looked down at him placing a clothe on his forehead. Elijah realized he had let her in his mind.

"You saw my memories."

"I did...who ever is Y/N, she was pretty hot." Hayley tells the vampire as he groaned in pain from the bite.

"You need to leave."

"No Elijah. I'm staying until you are better." Hayley tells him going back to taking care of him.

Mikael returned home from battle with a prize from what Esther saw with Rebekah. You glared at the Viking as he pushed you forward and Esther caught you frowning seeing the dirt and torn clothes on you.

"Elijah!"

"Yes father?" Elijah questioned looking at you then at his father confused along with Esther and Rebekah.

"Meet your wife, Y/N."

"Elijah?" Hayley whispered seeing Elijah had fell asleep as she was trying to wrap her head around what she saw. Elijah had healed and not spoke to Hayley about the memories unaware she was going to meet Elijah's wife every soon.

Hayley watched in shock as the vampire attacking Elijah dropped dead as you stood holding the heart dropping it as Elijah stared up at you in surprise.

"Y/N?" Elijah whispered staring at you as you stared down at him. Elijah's eyes raked over your body seeing that you were dressed in a white tank top tucked into a pair of skinny jeans with red heels. You had gotten bit of a tan and your hair was longer from when he last saw you.

"Elijah, who is this?"

"Y/N Mikaelson.... my wife and Original." Elijah answers Hayley as he stood up finally shaking off his awe. You looked at Hayley not seeing what it could be about her to earn Elijah's affections if Klaus's word was to go by.

"You've returned to me." Elijah says snapping you from your thoughts when he cupped your cheek.

"No. Niklaus called saying you needed help." You say pulling away from Elijah not seeing his frown as you walked away. Hayley moved next to him reaching for his hand but Elijah moved it away from hers staring longingly at you.

"Elijah seriously has a wife?" Hayley asked Rebekah still having trouble warping her head around it. Rebekah was watching you from across the room while you were talking to Klaus who held a year old Hope.

"Yes. She was turned with us." Rebekah answered Hayley annoyed with her questions as for a week the hybrid had been asking questions about you. You and Elijah had an arranged marriage after your village had been attacked by Mikael and his men due to the leader of your village had attacked Mikael's first.

So to be sure you'll live your father offered you to Mikael as a wife to one of his sons while you glared as the older man ready to fight with a fire in your eyes. You were a round Elijah's age, only two years younger than the noble Mikaelson, so to Mikael, you were a perfect wife for Elijah. As Mikael didn't want Elijah to marry Tatia so he had brought you home with him even though you fought the whole way back.

"She didn't seem happy to see Elijah."

"That happens when you are forced to marry someone so you can live." Rebekah said rolling her eyes at Hayley knowing why the hybrid was asking while it took Elijah only 800 years ago to love you and treat you like his wife but you didn't return Elijah's affections or at least not from what Elijah could see as you were a hard woman to read.

"Oh....so why does she stay?"

"Because we have been with each other for so long....we can't just leave one another." Rebekah says walking away from Hayley as the hybrid watched Elijah step up beside you. Elijah's hand was on your lower back as Klaus excused hisself leaving you to talk to Elijah.

"Darling, I've missed you." Elijah says softly kissing your temple as you looked to Hayley catching her stare making the hybrid look away as Elijah focused your attention back on him.

The last time you saw your husband was back in 1912 when you left due to feeling overwhelmed by Elijah's affections so Rebekah and Klaus helped you run off one late night which broke Elijah but he understood why as there was times he forgot that your marriage was forced.

"Your little wolf seems upset Elijah." You say as Elijah's eyes flickered to Hayley then he focused back on you gently taking your hand in his kissing the wedding band on your finger.

"She isn't mine. What is mine is standing right here." Elijah says against your hand fully aware that Hayley heard him but all he could care about was you. Elijah's feelings for you had only increase as while you were gone, Elijah found hisself craving for your touch or to just have you near.

"Elijah, you don't ne...." You were cut off by Elijah kissing you softly as he cupped your cheek and an arm slipped around your waist. While you couldn't help but kiss back as you gripped his suit jacket and you had forgotten how well your body molded against Elijah's. He pulled away holding you closer resting his forehead against yours while rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"You are my wife. I have fell in love with you over 800 years ago so don't tell me I don't have to pretend that I love you because I do. I see you and only you." Elijah tells you getting a nod from you as he smiled brushing his nose against yours enjoying how long you were allowing him to hold you.

"So you really are married?" Hayley asked seeing Elijah sitting in his study looking over a marriage certificate that needed to be updated.

"I am, I apologize for......" Elijah was cut off when Hayley sat on his desk in front of him hands on his face. Elijah looked up at Hayley seeing the the look of want in her eyes as she leaned in kissing Elijah.

"Elijah....I love you and I was hoping you would feel the same."

"Hayley....." Elijah muttered cupping her cheek as in a blur Hayley found herself on a couch and excitment filled her but noticed Elijah was by the door.

"I apologize and I am honored to earn your affections but I love by wife deeply. So please do not attempt this again."

"But Elijah..." Hayley said sadly watching him leave but Hayley knew she couldn't give up on Elijah.

Elijah headed for his bedroom surprised to find you sitting on his bed dressed in a baby blue babydoll face a deep shade of red. Elijah licked his bottom lip closing his door taking off his suit jacket and tie.

"What is all this?"

"I.....hum....wanted...I uh...be here ....with you." You were a mess trying to tell Elijah that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Elijah walked up cupping your cheek kissing you gently.

"My sweet wife." Elijah said kissing along your neck as your arms came around his neck feeling you shuttered under his touch.

"My loving husband." You whispered cupping Elijah's face watching his eyes darken as he pounced on you.

"Klaus is Elijah awake yet?" Hayley asked walking into the Mikaelson home as Klaus looked up from his book.

"No. He is still in......" Klaus didn't get to finish as Hayley headed up to Elijah's bedroom and he smirked knowing that Hayley wouldn't like what she about to see.

"Maybe we can head up to New York during the winter. Just the two of us." Hayley heard Elijah say as she peered into Elijah's room seeing him sitting in his bed leaning back against the headboard and you were in his lap.

"Do....you...really want talk about.... that right now?" You panted out as Elijah smirked hands on your hips kissing your breast.

"Can't talk and ride?" Elijah teased you helping you move as your fingers raking through his hair before burying your face in his neck.

"No....Eli...fuck." You cried out when Elijah moved your hips harder and as if he knew Hayley was in the hallway.

"I love you. A beautiful woman with a fiery heart that I am honored to be called your husband." Elijah tells you softly watching you flushed kissing him hungrily letting him take control.

"You know Elijah is committed to his wife. Right?" Rebekah say noticing how Hayley was watching Elijah dancing with you.

"But he wasn't before."

"That is because he was younger, angry with our father and freshly turned vampire. And even though Elijah had been coldhearted to Y/N, she stayed loyal even though after we turned sh ed could have ran off."

"Rebekah is right. It would be best if you focus on your marriage to Jackson." Klaus says walking up holding Hope as Hayley frowned she knew Klaus was right she was married now but she couldn't let Elijah go.

"Maybe we should marry." Elijah says softly kissing your shoulder as you both swayed.

"But we are already married."

"I know but I want to marry you the right way not with you being forced to." Elijah said spinning you then pulled you close as you reached up cupping his face.

"Okay." You tell Elijah as he lifted you up kissing you gently as you finally allowed yourself to fully give into Elijah and finally let yourself be happy.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson angst #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader

[marvelfilth]

Let the world burn (18+)

Masterlist

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, minor Steve Rogers x f!reader

Words: 890

Genre: smut

Warnings: darkish Wanda, cheating, manipulation, pet names

The sun was barely up when you escaped Steve's tight hold on you and hurried away from your shared bedroom. Your footsteps were light as you sneaked to the kitchen. You weren't hungry, but where else would you go?

Last night was not the best that's for sure. To be completed honest you couldn't remember the last time you woke up happy. Suddenly, Wanda's face popped up in your head, her gently smile adoring her features. You shook the vision away, harshly rubbing your eyes.

Waking up in Wanda's arms after a night of mind-blowing sex might have counted as the happiest day of your life if you didn't feel a sense of dread fill your chest the second you realised what you've done.

No matter how bad your relationship with Steve was, he didn't deserve to be cheated on. Wanda's pleading words ran through your mind for a hundredth time in the past three days. She tried to reason with you, tried to make stay, but you felt too much like shit to even consider her words.

You sighed, looking through the fridge. Nothing seemed to catch your interest.

"You know, if I was just a bit more kind, I would've given Steve some advice on how to make you cum."

You jumped a the voice that caused a shiver to run down your spine. Right. That was the whole reason why what happened happened. That night, three days ago, you foolishly shared the embarrassing fact with the witch. The disgust you saw on her face made you flinch, but she was quick to assure you that it wasn't directed at you. It was directed at Steve.

"You can't ignore me forever, kotenok." She enveloped you in her arms, nuzzling in the back of your neck. You trembled in her hold, gripping the counter hard enough to make it crack. "I told you I won't let you go. I waited too long to get a taste of you, I'm not waiting any longer to make you mine." She nipped at your neck, her tongue darting out to lick your reddened skin.

Her fingers found the hem of your shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of her sweatpants. She hummed in approval against your shoulders, squeezing your hip with sudden possessiveness.

"Wanda, it was a mistake." You tried to reason with her, prying away from her hold.

Suddenly you were yanked away from the counter and turned around, back clashing against the dinner table. Her nails digged into the skin if your hipbone as she rooted you in place.

"Don't even try to fool me, detka. I can get into that pretty head of yours faster than you could blink." Her hand trailed up your stomach to claw at your neck, tilting your head up just enough for her to get a taste of your lips. You willed yourself to turn away, your face heating up in shame and embarrassment. But no matter how hard you tried, your body refused to listen.

"Wanda, I-" you gasped against her lips, when she suddenly palmed your breast, tweaking your nipple. She took her chance and darted her tongue inside, making you arch against her touch.

"Pretty girl doesn't know what she needs. Good thing I'm here to take care of her." She pulled away just an inch to grasp your jaw between her fingers, forcing you to meet her eyes. "I waited for you to come to me yourself, but when you're finally in my arms you decide to run away. Looks like you're not as smart as I thought." Her eyes were slowly turning red and no matter how much you wished to feel ashamed, the wetness between your legs never disappeared.

"We can't do this Wanda. It's not fair to Steve." Your walls were crumbling down, but you still tried to stand your ground, clinging to the last bit of sanity.

Wanda's throaty chuckle caused you to frown, searching her eyes for an answer.

"My dumb little baby." She shook her head adoringly. "You have no idea how much power you have." Her finger trailed the edge of your jawline, disappearing behind your ear. "Say the word and everyone in the world will forget you were ever his girlfriend." Her eyes were filled with hope as she smiled mischievously, almost like she was letting you in on a secret.

Her other hand let go of your breast, skimping down towards your panties and you unconsciously spread your legs, granting her easy access. She hovered over your clothed pussy, barely pressing down on your center.

"You'd do that for me?" You were too far gone to even consider turning down her proposition. You looked up to see your favourite smile light up her features.

She pulled you in the most gentle kiss, nudging your panties to the side to softly massage your clit. Your clothes disappeared with a flick of her finger as you moaned in pleasure, not caring about anyone catching you in act. You knew Wanda would never let anyone see you like that.

"I'll destroy this world and create a new one just for the two of us. That's how far I'm willing to go for you." She entered your heat with two fingers, curling them inside you just how you loved. "Don't you ever forget that."

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #Elizabeth Olsen x reader #Elizabeth Olsen x you

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Punny

Summary: Thor and Korg go for a night out

Pairings: Thor Odinson x Black!Witch!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, bathroom sex, bar sex, sex standing up, unprotected sex

(A/N: tell me why this took me so goddamn long to write. Well I hope you enjoy. Like follow comment and please reblog 💜✌🏾)

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This wasn’t normally what you’d do, but what kind of woman would you be to turn this down.

When your roommate had come to you about wanting you to come along to this show for this band the both of you liked, you of course said yes. When she told you she was already inviting a friend and was pretty sure he was bringing a friend, that wasn’t what you’d been expecting.

Sure you knew the literally anything could happen. You were a fucking witch. If anything you were one of those things that everyone would say couldn’t have happened. Except there you were. And happy as fuck that you’d worn a mini dress for tonight’s festivities.

When Serena had used crystals and rocks in her rituals you never thought much of it. Some of you just had different things and the earth was very much one of hers.

You just didn’t know it went this deep. He wasn’t even from this planet. Whatever that doesn’t even matter. Like who the fuck cares because he’d brought Thor.

Like Thor was the friend and not the goal? Was Serena okay! Like she really did say that her and Korg weren’t anything, but friends, but still when you have the opportunity to try and hook up with Thor you take it.

So you did. Flirting as hard as you could. Trying to get close. Whatever you did seemed to work because after a few beers and you’d had a few drinks he was leading you to the men’s bathroom. Making you wrap your legs around him as he dipped his fingers into your panties.

You didn’t normally do this kind of stuff. Like hooking up with a man you just met in a dingy bathroom. Who the hell were you to pass up such an opportunity though. Again it was Thor.

And fuck did his lips feel good on yours. He pressed you against the stall door as he pushed up your skirt. Thank god your worn something easily accessible.

Since you were spread all open you could feel his dick against your thigh. His lips on yours as the two of you kept making out. “Please,” you whimpered.

“So fucking wet and I didn’t even do anything,” he breathed into your ear, then went between you to rub your clit with his thumb. “You want me that bad?” He asked.

You gasped trying to rock against him. Especially with how close his cock was. You could feel it either there. Right against you. If you’d just angled in the right way, it’d pop right- holy fuck.

He’d lined himself up so he could slide in as you’d been thinking. That’s when your kind went blank. And you scratched the back of his shoulders.

You couldn’t help it as you moaned out from the way he was filling you up. He grabbed your hair. Making you tilt your head back. Attacking your neck with kisses. Nipping and sucking along the way.

“See I knew you were a good little witch,” he said as he moved his one arm from around your body to wrapping that hand around your neck. “Taking my thick cock like a good girl. So fucking wet I slid right in.”

God yes. You wanted to be his good girl. You wanted him to never stop. You couldn’t help it as you kept moaning for him.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “You don’t wanna get us caught.”

You shook your head as you went to kiss him again. Thor chuckled against your lips. Then groaned as your pussy squeezed against him all nice and tight. Almost like you were trying to squeeze him out.

Your orgasm started and he could feel the intensity radiating off of your body. It was hitting him like a ton of bricks and triggered his own. Making him rut in and out of you. Fuck he’d definitely need a part two of this.

You both at least tried to make yourselves look presentable after. Adjusting your dress so you didn’t look like you’d just been well-fucked by a fucking god, but you could tell you were kind of walking funny. Besides there was only so much you could do to fix your hair.

Serena looked at the both of you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as you came back to join them. Korg with his chin in his hands as he looked around. “Where’d you two sneak off?” She asked.

You cleared your throat and shrugged. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

Thor wrapped his arm around your waist. “We’re actually going to head out. Korg, you’ll be fine alone?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” he sighed. “Where are all the rocks?”

“Excuse me?” Thor asked, confused. Tilting his head to the side.

“Isn’t this a rock concert?”

#thor smut #thor odinson smut #thor x reader #Thor x witch!reader #thor x black!reader #Thor x poc!reader #thor x female reader #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #Chris Hemsworth x black!reader

[broodybatboy]

ACOTAR characters during

🦇👻🎃✨ Spooky Season ✨🎃🔮💀

ACOTAR during spooky season....🦇🎃✨

Feysand + Nyx: That Family™ Spend all their time gushing about their baby's first Halloween. Dresses up in adorable family costumes like three bears or the minions. Throw the biggest party in town complete with music, dancing, games, and elaborate decor. Definitely give out full-size candy bars.

Cassian: "this is my excuse to get naked and be annoying" Dresses up as something ridiculous that lets his nips free. Like a Greek god or a sexy fruit. "Pff. I'm not scared" *immediately screams when startled* Knows all the moves to Thriller. Starts a prank war. Acts macho but is actually a total scaredy-cat.

Nesta: witchy vibes all around. She's scary and sexy. LOVES Halloween. Dresses up like a witch with a deep V and pointy hat. Eats all the chocolate. Freaks out people by memorizing hexes and chants. Can't keep her hands off Cassian. Plans to pin him down on a pentagram and do things to him.

Azriel: the unsuspecting enthusiast. Nobody thought he would dress up but ends up with one of the best costumes. Like a cool vampire or a really hot pirate. Expert with a knife so carves the best jack-o-lanterns. Super sneaky. Loves to jump out and spook Cassian. First in line for the Haunted House. Laughs at things that should be scary. Literally nothing can scare Azriel.

Gwyn: the adorable traditionalist. Loves all the classics. Knows all the lore, history, and tons of spooky stories. Gets super excited like a child. Dresses up as a book character or something historical. Spent weeks making her own costume. Beats Azriel in the costume contest. Sings the Monster Mash and loves playing games.

Emerie: Too cool for Halloween. Content sitting by the fireplace and passing out candy. Loves cozy vibes and warm drinks. Into cult classic films. Wears a "This is my costume" t-shirts but is a good sport. The responsible one of the group and makes sure everyone is being safe and having a good time.

Mor: The Life of the Party. Loves a slutty costume moment. Goes all out with her outfit. She pretty much just wants to get drunk and party with her friends. Unfazed by the horror. You can't scare her. Literally grew up in Hell. Oh, you're dressed like a demon? I thought you were my dad.

Amren: the scary Goth babe. Absolutely terrifying. Knows all your fears. Takes the season way too seriously. Dresses up as something horrifying. Sits in a graveyard 'just for fun.' Thinks Cassian looks ridiculous and scares him all night. Terrorizes children. This is fake blood?

Lucien: the Autumnal King 🍁👑 Embraces the season and goes all out. Loves the outdoors, campfires, the smell of cinnamon. Feels nostalgic and a little bit pretentious. Almost dressed up like Beron bc what could be scarier than your trauma? He is ready for a good time and loves to party.

Elain: the pumpkin spice latte of the group. Dresses up as a cute woodland creature like a deer or a mouse. Gets freaked out by the gore and the horror. More into the cutesy side of Halloween. Loves pumpkin patches and apple picking. Bakes pumpkin-shaped cookies and apple-flavored treats

Tamlin: No one invited him. Dressed up like a werewolf. Passes out toothbrushes instead of candy. A bit of a creep. Steals candy from children. His house definitely gets TP’d and egged. Haunted by the ghost of his past failures and toxic behavior.

The House™: It’s time to shine. Turns into the Haunted House! cobwebs! pumpkins! glow in the dark bats! skeletons in every closet! Bring out the fog! Release the spiders! Blasting 🎼🔊THIS IS HALLOWEEN! THIS IS HALLOWEEN! 🎼🔊 Bryaxis...come out come out wherever you are.... (cassian shrieks in the distance)

#i just luv amren especially #and imagine the bat boys in those sexy costumes #nesta is scary and cassian loves it #acotar #acosf #feyre archeron #rhysand #rhys #feysand #nesta archeron #nesta #cassian #nessian #azriel #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #acotar headcanons #mor acotar #emerie #amren #amren acotar #tamlin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #bat boys #the valkyries #acotar hc #emorie #elaine archeron

[citrusdarling7]

Kinktober Day 5- Corruption Kink with The Darkling

summary- the leader of Ravka’s Second Army takes a special interest in his innocent new solider, you

cw- kinda manipulative behavior, loss of virginity, use of “y/n” once, use of the word “sir”, and the Darkling himself is a warning lmfao

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Shadows danced across the palace walls in an unnatural rhythm. All of the curtains were drawn and the only sound that could be heard was the occasional clunk of boots. Oprichniki guards were surely patrolling the halls, but they were the least of your worries.

Truthfully, you were unsure of why the Darkling had requested your company tonight. You had been told by a maid that he needed the help of a Corporalki to test some sort of new Fabrikator device. But you had only been in the Little Palace for a mere month, and surely someone with more experience would be of more use to him. Nonetheless, you stood waiting outside of his quarters at exactly midnight, just as you had been requested to do.

Suddenly, the long door slid open, creaking on its hinges. The Darkling stood tall in his dark kefta as a satisfied smile graced his face. You inclined your head slightly to show your respect for the general.

“Y/n. You look lovely, as always. Come in and join me.” He stepped to the side, allowing you room to pass. As you entered the dark quarters, you watched him wave away two nearby Oprichniki.

This was your first time visiting the Darkling’s private rooms, and you were more than impressed. A round table in the war room depicted all of Ravka, along with its neighbouring countries. A variety of little figurines had been placed over certain cities and trade routes. Beside it, there was a smaller table that sat next to a bursting bookshelf. The country’s emblem had been stitched to a large banner which hung from what you assumed to be a window.

“The new kefta suits you. It was a shame that the old one was wrecked beyond repair.” He reached for your sleeve, then stopped for a visual confirmation of consent. Proud to be wearing your Grisha colors, you held your left arm out to him. The Darkling admired the material between his fingers, most likely impressed with the work of one of his loyal Fabrikators.

“Thank you, Sir. Grisha technology is still so new to me, yet incredibly intriguing. Where is the new device I am meant to test?” You had glanced around the room, but seen nothing that looked as if it needed a Corporalki to operate it.

“Ah, about that. Forgive me, but I may have lied a bit to get you here,” he told you with narrowed eyes. You took a step closer, interested in what the general had to say. “The matters I wish to discuss with you tonight are rather confidential.”

Ohh. This was a matter of war and politics. Well, now you understood why he had sent those two guards away. Before you realized your abilities, your studies in Balakirev had been focused on international relations. It made sense that he would come to you.

“Is there a particular issue you wish to seek my counsel on?” The Darkling closed the gap between you, unknowingly pressing your back against the edge of the circular table.

“You’re too innocent for your own good, especially considering your status as a Heartrender,” he laughed, his hand brushing your hair behind your ears. Unsure of how to respond to his sudden, you meekly smiled up at him.

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that I needed to make you mine.” Cold fingers traced your jawline as he spoke.

“I am yours. I answer to my general, as any good soldier would,” you told him. You had concluded that this was a test of your loyalty, which made sense, seeing as you were still a fairly new recruit to the Second Army. “I would slit my throat before I join forces with the Shu Han or the witch-hunting Fjerdans.” The Darkling let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head.

“Although I admire your undying loyalty to Ravka, that is not what I meant. Saints, you truly are clueless.” You frowned, a bit angry that he would say such a thing. Although the mastery of your Heartrender abilities was still coming along, you considered yourself to be decently intelligent. “Do not fret, pretty girl. I did not summon you here to reprimand you. Your training is coming along wonderfully,” he assured you.

“Then Sir, why am I here?” He chose to non-verbally answer your question by grabbing your face and pulling you in for a rather passionate kiss.

You would never admit it to any of your fellow Grisha, but you had never been kissed before. In that moment, it was everything that you had ever imagined. The Darkling gripped the back of your head with both of his hands as his lips worked against yours, sending waves of euphoria down your spine. His tongue invaded your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.

When you finally forced yourself to push him away out of a need for breath, you realized how wrong this was. A reflective surface nearby revealed that your lips were flushed red and your hair was completely askew. Immediately, you headed for the door.

“Wait a moment,” the Darkling requested. His hands snaked around your waist from behind, successfully trapping you in his grip. “I apologize for being so forward with you. But Saints, you have ignored all of my previous advances! I simply wanted to confirm that you were interested.”

“Advances,” you spoke in a shaky breath. “Sir, what advances?”

“Was it not obvious? The flowers delivered to your room, the introduction to the royal family, the new kefta. Why else would I have been so welcoming to a Heartrender who came to my army nearly ten years late, with absolutely no battle skills whatsoever, if not for my clear desire?”

“I thought you saw potential in me,” you admitted. He laughed again, although this time it upset you.

“You are quite beautiful, but not of much use to me or the Second Army. A Heartrender who refuses to kill is like a dog that doesn’t bark.” Your face blossomed with shame at his reminder. He was right; you had made it clear to all of your instructors that you would not take a life. “Do not fret, pretty girl. I would reckon that all you need is a bit of corruption. Some darkness put into you.” The Darkling’s lips met the crook between your collarbone and neck. He nipped at your skin while humming quietly to himself.

“What do you mean?” you asked nervously.

“Let me ruin you; wreck that glowing innocence of yours. I will show you pleasure beyond what you have ever imagined,” he propositioned as one of his hands started to fumble with the fastenings of your kefta. His hot mouth against your skin made it so that the pit of your stomach felt as if it was on fire. “If you ask nicely, I might even be gentle.”

Making a spur-of-the-moment decision, you shrugged your kefta off your shoulders and turned to face the man. Dark eyes met yours as you wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. You silently prayed that the Saints would forgive you for the mistake you were currently making.

This time around, the kiss quickly escalated. Strong arms lifted and positioned you on the table, scattering about dozens of figurines and notes. The Darkling hastily removed his own kefta while you discarded your boots and woolen stockings. Underneath your red Grisha coat was a simple black dress.

“My color looks wonderful on you,” he praised you as his hands slid under your dress. You whimpered in surprise and anticipation as two of his fingers gripped the waistband of your undergarments and pulled them down. He had to manually bend your knees to get the garment completely off of you, seeing as your body was too overwhelmed to do much.

“My pretty girl, has a man ever touched you before?” The Darkling’s fingers grazed against your bare core while he awaited your response.

“N-Never like that, Sir,” you told him, attempting to hang your head to shield your reddening face. He used his free hand to grab your chin and yank it upwards.

“Good. I want you all to myself.” His digits trailed gently across your cunt, collecting your arousal with every swipe. “So wet for me,” he hummed in approval. Two fingers penetrated you suddenly, eliciting your body to lean forward into his. Once again, your lips met his in a fiery kiss.

As his fingers continuously thrusted into your sensitive cunt, it became harder and harder for you to concentrate on the kiss. Small moans left your mouth every few seconds as the pleasure continued to grow.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed in between heavy pants. Your head fell between the crook of his neck as the Darkling added another finger, which increased the sensations you were feeling by ten-fold.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” Unable to form a coherent response, you opted to nod your head and whimper. The general’s fingers left you, leaving your cunt aching and clenching over nothing. “I think you’re ready for the real thing.”

Before you could process anything that had just happened, you were lying on black bed sheets in a very dark room as the Darkling attacked your neck with his lips. His bare cock was hard against your thigh. You were so overwhelmed by everything happening that you had yet to notice anything abnormal in his sleeping chambers.

“Give me your hand,” he demanded suddenly. You obeyed, although hesitantly. “It’s going to hurt at first. Dig your nails into my palm if you must.”

Without warning, he lined himself up to your entrance and began to slowly stretch your walls. You bit against your lip and clamped your eyes shut in an attempt to ignore the sharp pain. The Darkling pressed his forehead against yours as he let out a low groan.

“Saints, you’re fucking tight. You take me so well.” You had the sudden urge to claw at his back, which you acted on. As he bottomed out inside of you, your fingernails drew blood from his skin.

At least, they should have. When you retracted your hands, you were surprised to find no trace of blood. Perhaps your Grisha abilities had finally shown up in a most unexpected way. The Darkling came to a similar realization.

“My pretty girl, I am going to have so much fun with you.”

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(tagging some of you hotties even tho idk if you’re a grishaverse fan) (if you’re tired of getting tagged in my kinktober stuff lmk!)

@brriley @b-aobao @ravenriddlewrites @littlemulattokitten

#the darkling #grishaverse #shadown and bone #the darkling smut #kinktober #citrusdarling7kinktober #citrusdarlingkinktober #smuttober #grishaverse smut #six of crows

[fluoresensitivearchived]

I'm not sure how you would do this, but maybe like 'something isn't quite right in the water' an eerie sense of wrongness

OCTOBER PROMPTS, DAY ONE: NADINE & THE POND!

What a good prompt! This story is kind of rough, I didn't do any real editing, but I think it's a really cute rough/first draft! Maybe I'll edit it up and put it on the website in November! Also, wow ... First short story published on my actual Tumblr in a minute, everybody clap!

Finally, Nadine was alone. The other children had gone home, lured away from the playground by their parents or dinner, the snap! buzz! of the streetlights coming on. In groups, in pairs, clumped together like homing pigeons, they petered out until it was just Nadine and the swing set, the steep medal slide.

Now, Nadine could unwind herself. For hours, she’d been playing at her own private game of make believe—pretending to be like the others. It was hard work, and took more imagination than any outer space or royal fantasy. To make it believable, to make it real, she had to adjust her spine, change the set of her eyes, and hold her mouth very carefully. She drew her arms away from her side, tried to mirror the posture of the other girls. Nadine tempered her laughter, taught herself how to smile and tease, how to discern mockery from playful banter. By the end of a school day, she was scooped hollow.

The playground after curfew was a great place to replenish herself. There was no one to bother her, no one to perform for. Nadine set her mask aside, and strode over to the swings. She’d been eyeing them for a while, but apparently, it was no longer “cool” to be seen actually playing on any of the equipment. Her peers, the little sect of girls she wished to ingratiate herself with, preferred to sit at the benches and show off their flip phones. Nadine, phoneless, more interested in the company than the possessions, kept letting her gaze drift to the swings.

Now that she was alone, she got on a swing, kicked off her tennis shoes, and kicked off into the sky. What a rush! Every sensation was like bliss—the woodchips crunching against her school socks, the night air whipping up her braids, the feel of the wind against her skin. She took the swing higher, higher, and tilted back at her head. Delicious vertigo, the excitement of being up so high and the fear mingled…Nadine made no noise, no whoop of joy or laughter. She took in deep breaths, felt every nerve in her body alight.

Suddenly, a sound. Nadine dragged her feet hard against the woodchips to bring herself to a stop. It sounded like laughter, bright and high, but not so joyful. It was almost malicious, teasing. Nadine listened to it, but did not move, fear keeping her rooted to the seat of the swing. What if she wasn’t alone? What if some of the kids stayed back to see what she was doing out there? And, thought a sickened Nadine, what if they were all gathered in some shady spot, laughing at her?

Her stomach was oily, roiling. Every time she thought to get up and start home, there came another peal of laughter, higher and meaner than before. Tears stung at her eyes. A lump the size of a peach stone lodged itself in her throat. Nadine held fast to the swing’s chains to give her hands something to do, lest she start scratching herself.

After maybe ten minutes of sitting there petrified, still as a rabbit in headlights, Nadine forced herself up on wobbly, ringing legs. They (if it was a group of kids, as she thought) could laugh all they like, but it was getting cold and she needed to be home before her dad was. She didn’t like the idea of him worrying about her, and there would be no explaining that she was help up at the playground by far-off cackling.

Still, Nadine didn’t want to walk the main street. She could just imagine it, her walking alone and then those kids coming out of the shadows, taunting her, jostling her. Poor Nadine with her mask off, poor Nadine at the swings at night. With enough time and twisting, the story would turn into something ugly. Nadine, you know, that weird girl? The slow one? Well, I saw her at the playground doing some weird ritual on the swings. She looked crazy, a real—

She cut the thought off short, slipped her shoes back on, and started towards the woods. There was a path through the trees that lead right up to Nadine’s backyard. She knew it well enough by day; she couldn’t imagine night changing it all that much.

Slowly, the way lighted by the dim glow of the moon, Nadine cut through the woods. It was strange in the dark, the trees and bushes and metal fences that separated nature from the houses only black silhouettes. She inched herself along, stopping every now and then to admire the look of moonlight on a leaf, revel in the feeling of tingling moths against her forearms. She was usually adverse to weird touches, but there was something appealing about the quiet of the woods, how branches and leaves reached out to her. To hell with castles! If Nadine were the sort to indulge in princess games, she’d want her domain to be of green and dark, cool night air and the evening opera of crickets.

Halfway home, Nadine came across a pool of water. It was black and motionless, and when Nadine put her hand to it, it was strangely warm. Aware of the time but curious, Nadine found a stick and squatted by the water. She threw in leaves, twigs, some small hard things that might’ve been berries or seeds. She imagined she was a little witch brewing up potions, an alchemist making bizarre compounds. Her mind filled, swelled. For a while, there was nothing but the black water, her hand stirring.

So enraptured in her pretend was she that Nadine hardly notice when the face in the water appeared. When she did, finally, see it, she fell back onto her bottom. She panted, blinked, then inched towards the water. Yes, it was there and it was a face. It was almost her face—that was her broad nose, her mouth, her long black box braids, but there was something not quite right about the girl in the water. Something about the set of her mouth, how her eyes sparkled with a sort of barely concealed malevolence.

“Hello!” said the girl in the water.

Nadine waved her hand.

“Can’t you speak?”

Nadine shrugged.

If Nadine did not have much to say, the girl in the water had plenty. She was full of stories, and she told them to Nadine, one after the other. They all seemed to flow together at some point, so Nadine wasn’t able to separate the story about the girl with the donkey skin from the story about the mermaid whose legs turned to seafoam. It was all one thing, one massive tapestry of wolves and monsters, boys raised by monkeys and girls who traded their mother for a pretty drum.

So it went, on and on, until the girl in the water quieted and asked, “Do you want to hear another story?”

Nadine nodded enthusiastically. She sat cross-legged at the mouth of the water, skin pimpled with gooseflesh.

“It’s a really good one. It’s about a faery who gets stuck living with humans. She feels lonely and weird. Only…” The girl in the water frowned. “Only, I can’t tell it to you if you’re up there.”

“Up here?”

“It won’t sound the same if you’re not here with me. Plus, my storybook…I can’t remember the whole thing without the storybook, and I can’t really bring my book to the top. Do you see what I mean?”

Nadine didn’t. The girl had told her so many stories already, and she didn’t see how she could hold a whole treasure trove of tales in her save for one. And besides, it was late at night, even the moon lost to her. No doubt her father was home right now, thinking Nadine was in bed already. She wanted to get back to him, away from the water and the cold. Somehow, suddenly, the stories didn’t sound all that fascinating, and the girl in the water no longer intrigued her. Nadine stood to her feet and told the girl goodbye.

“Wait!” cried the girl. “Don’t you want to hear the story? Don’t you want to come under?”

“No, thank you,” said Nadine, and she continued on her way home, not-so-nice laughter and crickets nipping at her heels.

#🌙 #my writing #short story #fluoretober #writeblr