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artful-aries · 1 year

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Diluc x Reader- Incandescent

Content warnings: None endless pining from Diluc This is a fluff piece, enjoy! Word count: 1.4k

Diluc wasn’t an emotional man, or so he told himself. He would not bend to the ebb and flow of feeling from his heart, no matter what obstacle was placed in his way, what dark looming shadow threatened the teetering equilibrium he held together with nothing more than the fraying ends of his willpower and the glue of his self imposed duty to Mondstat. He was strong. Dedicated. Practical. Diluc wasn’t- couldn’t, be an emotional man.

Yet, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart yearned for you. He felt as though his blood was set aflame when he was with you, scorching and burning his insides, filling his mouth with ash before he could ever hope to consider speaking a nice word with you. In the times where he did manage to swallow his self respect enough to engage in conversation with you, Diluc felt like he was always fighting a losing battle. As a business man he knew how to speak eloquently, but in your presence his tongue seemed to swell with affection until it filled his mouth uncomfortably, rendering him all but speechless.

He guessed that you found him strange, no, he was certain of it. How could you not? Any time he was around you, he became a babbling, nervous fool. It was a fact that Kaeya relentlessly brought up on the rare evenings he would come by the Angel’s Share, eyes glinting in delight at Diluc’s agonizing pining. Diluc certainly wasn’t about to follow the advice of that villain, to say the least. While Kaeya loved getting his hands into the inner workings of other people’s relationships and having them owe him favors for his services, Diluc knew that the opportunity to set him up to look like an even bigger fool would be too good for Kaeya to pass up. His advice was worth about as much as the dirt on the bottom of Diluc’s boot.

But Diluc had to do something. He had taken to writing letters to you, letters he would rather die than to send, but letters professing his love for you nonetheless. It had worked, for a time, to let out his inner turmoil on paper and toss it into a locked drawer in his desk, quite literally bottling his emotions for you so that he could hopefully manage to get some work done. It had worked, until thoughts of you began permeating through everything, like the spring sun thawing the ice around his heart that he didn’t know was there. You were in every raindrop, every melodic tune of a bird, you were in every damn part of this world and it drove Diluc insane. He needed to do something, if only to finally deal the deadly blow to his heart by getting rejected by you.

That was where Diluc found himself now, gearing himself up to likely have his heart crushed by you; he had invited you to take a walk with him around the grounds of the winery this afternoon, hoping that tramping through familiar grounds would somehow steel himself for what he was preparing to do.

But then you smiled at him, and Archons, it felt like home. A real home, not the broken echoes that haunted Dawn Winery, and his own mind. At this rate, you were going to be the death of him.

“Diluc,” you called to him in a honeyed voice, “You’re scowling again. Are you sure there isn’t something wrong?”

The sun was setting behind you in the horizon, setting you aglow like a dazzling wildfire. You were almost too beautiful for him to look at. If he were to go blind from looking at you, Diluc would spend the rest of his days a sightless, content fool.

“Diluc?”

Ah. He had done it again. He had an awful habit of getting trapped in the whirlwind of thoughts he had of you mid conversation. It was this habit, among his other blunders in his miserable attempts to get closer to you, that he knew would be the nail in his coffin. There was no possible way that you could harbor any emotion towards him other than unease, or perhaps pity, since he visibly acted like the imbecile that he was around you.

With a quick clearing of his throat and a faint heat rising to his cheeks, he looked away and replied, “There is…something that has been on my mind recently.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Diluc wasn’t one to voice his concerns, let alone willing to talk to you about them. Eagerly, you stepped closer to him, giving him your undivided attention, “Oh? What’s been bothering you?”

Diluc fought the Abyss Order every night, yet he had never been quite so terrified as he was in this moment. He was on the precipice of something, of what, he did not know. He would either fly or fall, and he wasn’t sure if he was prepared to find out.

But he had to, or he would surely be driven mad.

“I have come to enjoy your company as we have gotten to know each other better over the past months,” Diluc answered, albeit stiffly. Awkwardly. He wished a whopperflower would come and swallow him up.

You blinked at him in confusion before replying, “I’ve enjoyed your company too Diluc, but what about that is bothering you?”

He should have known that you wouldn’t have read between the lines in what he was saying. Who would? He had been about as clear as a puddle of mud with his intentions. His heart hammered in his ears, as though it was developing a mind of its own and hitting him for his stupidity. Once again, Diluc felt the flames of his emotions licking their way into his mouth, threatening to turn to ash once again.

Not this time. Just this once, Diluc Ragnvindr would be an emotional man. For you, and only you.

“My heart burns for you, (Y/N),” he finally breathed, his red eyes meeting yours with a spark in them that you had always hoped he was capable of.

“I have spent every waking moment longing to be with you,” Diluc continued, the words spilling out of him as though he would never get another chance to speak again, “I am fervently in love with you, and like a fool I have clung to the skirts of hope, wishing that there was the smallest of chances that you could return my affection. But I recognize that was merely a dream of mine, and nothing more. I am sorry to have burdened you with my emotions.”

Diluc began to turn to walk away, but your hand darted forward to grab his wrist, anchoring him to you.

“Who said I didn’t feel the same?” You asked quietly, tugging his arm so that he would turn to face you again.

He practically whipped around at your words, “I beg your pardon?”

Oh. Oh. There was that smile again. The warmth of it seeped into him, becoming borderline intoxicating.

“Diluc, you absolute idiot,” you said between the laughs tickling your heart, “How could you have not known I felt the same way?”

He stood dumbfounded at your revelation. You had feelings for him? He clearly must have passed away without realizing it, this was too good to be reality. Yet as you placed your hand in his, Diluc could feel your gentle warmth. He wasn’t dreaming.

“I…but…surely I have left you with some rather…questionable impressions,” Diluc struggled to wrap his head around the situation. You shared his affections. You shared his affections, despite all of his blunders and failed attempts to be at least marginally suave.

“I’ll admit, you were awkward sometimes, but it was endearing. Cute, even,” you added with a giggle as Diluc blushed at your comment.

He didn’t know what to say, you had rendered him wholly speechless with your saccharine words. But where words failed him, Diluc knew actions would not. He brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek tenderly before placing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. As he kissed you, he could feel the quiver of your lips as you kissed him back, and the heat that flowed up to your face as you flushed. He took these as signs he had made the right choice in kissing you.

Diluc was not an emotional man, he thought, but he would bear all the emotions of the world if it meant he could continue to place these impassioned kisses upon your sweet lips.

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thehomeofplatonicfics · 2 years

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Welcome to the Home of Platonic Fics!

My name is Katya and it is nice to have you here in my humble little writing blog <3

My ask box is open!

Here is my masterlist!

List of Fandoms I currently write for:

Star Trek TNG

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Hogwarts Legacy

Leverage

Death in Paradise

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thursdaygxrls · 10 months

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Seeing Him (‘Seeing Her’ Part Three)

summary — george weasley is very bad at getting a girlfriend.

paring — george weasley x fem!bookworm!reader

disclaimer — i do not own harry potter or its characters.

warnings — i didn’t edit, my bad lol. also i inserted wuthering heights a little too much (by the way you should read wuthering heights)

read part one and part two!

“You are repulsive.” The words left her mouth bitterly as she stared at him, her eyes narrowed.

“Woah!” He exclaimed, his eyes widening, “I’m sorry—it just wasn’t my thing!”

“Frankenstein is everyone’s thing!” She fired back, though, a small grin cracked on her face, “You are a waste of perfectly good eyes, you know that?”

“You like my eyes?” He wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk lighting up on his face.

When George Weasley had taken out the girl he’d long been staring at, a stroll through the book store turned to hours of talking, and one date turned to three. It was so natural, and yet, so odd. A girl who’s presence was only marked by the books she read and a boy who’s troublemaking reputation surpassed that of many fictional characters had somehow found harmony between fantasy and reality. Well, most of the time.

“I meant that your eyes are perfectly capable of seeing and consuming beautiful literature, yet you’re squandering it.” She huffed at him, though, the smile on her lips was obvious.

“Beautiful literature and beautiful ladies,” George spoke, still smirking, “And I’m using up all that eyesight power by staring at you.”

“Horrible boy,” she scoffed, the grin still on her lips.

“Beautiful girl,” George replied, his eyes dancing across her face.

Whatever had bloomed between the two had proved strange to almost every other student at Hogwarts. It wasn't as if people shouted or stared when they saw them walking together in the halls, but there was the occasionally lingering look that said 'huh, I wouldn't have put those two together.' It was especially odd that a known flirt had seemed to retire his previous career. George, who'd always been one to chat up a new girl each week, was now only seen with the same girl day after day. If that hadn't been enough to set off a few social alarms throughout the school, a few students had even seen George reading — and not just dirty magazines.

"Things seem to be getting pretty serious," Fred chuckled as he talked. He and George had just gotten out of detention and were headed through the halls towards the Gryffindor common room.

"I'd say that was rather normal." George shrugged, "Flitwick snored just as much as usual."

"Not detention, you git." Fred couldn't help it when another laugh left his lips, "Things are getting serious with your girl."

"Oh," George shook his head, a smile lighting up on his face, "Yeah, I guess."

"D'you make it official?" Fred nudged him, "Tie the noose around your neck? Connect the ball and chain?"

"Shove off," George groaned, nudging him back with a bit more force.

"Oh, come on, did you?" Fred sighed, relenting his antics for a moment. George looked at him, a sudden frown curling on his lips. He shook his head.

"No." He shrugged as though it didn't matter, "It's only been a couple dates."

"What?" Fred's eyes seemed to widen to the size of planets, "Only a couple dates? I've never seen you this gross and lovesick! She's got you reading those old muggle books for Merlin's sake!"

"I like to read," George spoke, lying straight through his teeth, "I'm a big reader."

"Yeah? And I think hours long Transfiguration lectures are riveting," Fred let out a dry laugh, "Listen, even if I find the puppy-eyes you give her disgusting, it's obvious you're head over arse for her."

Even if George wanted to retaliate, it was true. He walked her to class, insisted on carrying her things for her. He even read Pride and Prejudice to understand a joke she made once. He was enamored with her in a way only dead old ladies like Emily Brontë could describe.

"Yeah, I know," George let out a sigh, "Trust me, I know."

"Don't tell me you're nervous." Fred chuckled, a smile spreading on his lips, "I may be the more attractive twin, but you've still got a nice face on you. Give it a shot, alright?"

George groaned, but as they pushed past the portrait of the fat lady, he couldn't help but feel that Fred was right. Not about being the most attractive, of course; he was right about giving it a shot. And so he planned.

Plan A seemed nearly impossible to screw up. It was simple, really; he'd catch up with her on the way to breakfast like he always did, and ask her to be his girlfriend. No pomp and circumstance, no fanfare, just a quick question and a sweet smile. When the time finally came the next morning, he was so confident in himself that his toes were barely touching the ground. He left the common room with a skip in his step, ready to meet with her near the stairs where they always did. His eyes met hers.

She was lovely. She'd done nothing different; her hair was how it always had been, her smile was the same. Yet, when George saw her, it took all his willpower not keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

"Ready for breakfast?" She asked, her voice like a serenade in his ears. His face reddened as he nodded, and he knew then that Plan A was impossible.

Plan B was much more exciting, yet, still simple. This time, he made sure that he'd have his words prepared for him so he didn't have to do any talking. Over the weekend, he'd picked up a rather nice copy of Wuthering Heights at the muggle book store in Hogsmeade. She'd been eyeing it for a while; he'd noticed her staring at it while telling him about another book. Along with the book, he wrote her a sweet (albeit grammatically poor and rather cheesy) note that ended with the question 'will you be my girlfriend?' He was going to slip it into the novel before he gave it to her. While walking from Charms to lunch, George couldn't quite contain his smile.

"Hey," he said as they exited the classroom, "I've got a surprise for you." "Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, her eyes glowing with anticipation. Without any further teasing, George slipped the novel out from between his stack of books and handed it to her, a proud grin on his face.

"Merlin!" She exclaimed as she exchanged her things for the book, "George, this is wonderful! I've been wanting to get this copy."

"I know," George spoke, trying not to look too adoring of her as he took her books into his hands, "Flip through, it might have an introduction or something." With a smile, she did as told, thumbing through the pages eagerly. George craned his neck, trying to see if she'd found the note nestled within the pages.

"Find anything good?" He sounded almost smug.

"Yeah," she said excitedly. Looking to George, the smile on her lips only spread wider. This was it. She was smiling, she was happy, she was going to say--

"There's a biographical notice of Ellis and Acton Bell in the front." Her gaze moved back to the book, "I told you about that, right? How the Brontes wrote under male pseudonyms? Well, Emily used Ellis. It looks quite interesting."

"Oh, yeah," George's face fell a bit, but he tried to hide it, "Is there, uh, anything else?"

"There's an editors note, too." She shrugged, but grinned at him, "Thanks, George, this is really incredible."

His mouth opened, the words on the tip of his tongue, when he froze. He'd woken up so excited that when he left his dorm, he'd snatched the book off his desk and ran down to the Great Hall. He'd never put the note in — it was still on his desk.

"No problem," he responded, a bit stunted, as he tried to swallow the frustration he felt with himself, "No problem at all."

Plan C had to work — it had to. The second he returned to his dorm later that afternoon, he threw the note in the trash and got right to work. If there was one thing George knew how to do, it was to go big. He could write out a sign in the sky using fireworks, or maybe hang a banner over the astronomy tower. Maybe a thousand flowers in her dorm would do. A giant cake that he pops out of could work.

As he collected his ideas, he couldn't help but feel that everything he thought of just wasn't right. He went through Plan C, Plan D, Plan E. Eventually, he had to start numbering his plans. As the sun dropped lower outside the castle, a huff left George's lips, catching the attention of Fred, who was laying against his bed, playing with some sort of puzzle contraption.

"What's got your knickers bunched?" Fred chuckled, sitting up to look at his brother.

"Every plan I try doesn't work," George shook his head, "I've been trying to ask her to be my girlfriend for days now."

"Fireworks?" Was Fred's immediate reaction.

"Thought about it. Not sure how much she'd like it." George shrugged in response.

"Oh, come on, everyone likes a bit of dramatics sometimes." Fred moved, sliding his legs off the bed to sit down on the edge.

"Yeah, I know, but this just feels different." George's nose scrunched, "I want to do something personal, y'know?" "Fireworks spelling out her name is personal." A smile crept onto Fred's lips.

"That's not what I mean." George slumped against his desk chair, letting out a dramatic groan. At that, Fred relented with a sigh.

"Did you ever try just asking her?" He asked, cocking his head.

"That was Plan A." George let out a long breath.

"Well, maybe just retry Plan A," Fred suggested with a shrug, "And just don't screw up whatever you screwed up before."

"I didn't screw anything up." George stuck his tongue out at his brother.

"Whatever you say." Fred grinned, and with that, he returned his attention to the contraption in his hands.

Retry Plan A. The thought stuck in George's head as he looked down at his desk. He had given up on it fairly quickly. She made him nervous — sure, he could flirt with her, but when it came to fessing up his actual feelings, he was at a loss. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought it over. Looking out the window, the near absence of the sun reminded him that it was time for dinner. She would be at dinner.

Without even a goodbye from Fred, George shot up, scrambling from the dorm, through the common room, and down the stairs. He hastily tried to fix his rushed appearance: he redid a few of the buttons on his shirt and combed his fingers through his hair (the mess was untamable). When he finally made it to the Great Hall, he was nearly out of breath. His eyes scanned the tables for her, and when he finally found her (laughing her head off about something with a boy that George was easily ten times more attractive than, in his opinion), he set off. His steps were heavy and confident, and when he reached her, he sat down right next to her, not even bothering to introduce his presence.

"Oh, hey!" Her eyes immediately lit up at the sight of him, "I was wondering where you've been."

"I'm right here." He grinned at her. Once more, his lips parted, ready to ask her the question. Will you be my girlfriend? Would you mind being my girlfriend? Please, my Queen, I will beg on my hands and knees for you to even consider being my—

"This is my boyfriend, George, the one I was talking about." She smiled kindly at the boy across from her, gesturing to the redhead next to her.

Boyfriend.

George's brain nearly short circuited at the word, his eyes going wide and lips curling into the largest grin anyone had ever seen.

"Boyfriend?" He repeated the word as though he'd just imagined it.

"Oh!" Her face twisted in horror, "I'm sorry, I guess I never really asked. It was an assumption, I guess." Before she could continue her apologies, George grabbed her by the shoulders, trying not to squeeze her to death.

"I have been trying to ask you to ask you to be my girlfriend for a week," He said, the smile never leaving his lips, "I tried to ask you in the morning, but you were too pretty, and then the book I gave you, I wrote this note that I was going to put in it but forgot—” The words rushed from his lips in quick succession, his cheeks rosy enough to match his hair.

"So," She cut him off, a small giggle leaving her lips, "You want to be my boyfriend?"

"For Merlin's sake, yes, yes I do!" He couldn't help the excited laugh that escaped him.

"Could I have my notes back now?" A voice spoke up, causing George to whip his head to its source.

"Oh, sorry Theo." She chuckled as she slid the boy his book, and he nodded, giving a quick wave as he stood and left.

"Well he's grumpy," George mused, turning back to her with the same smile he'd been wearing.

"Oh, that's just Theo." She shrugged, "He's always like that."

"Well, enough about him, we haven't talked about me nearly enough." George's eyes sparkled as he spoke.

"I feel like we talk about you far too much." She laughed back.

"Ah, but being your boyfriend obligates you to talk only about me for about ninety-eight percent of your time," he beamed.

"Does that mean I reserve ninety-eight percent of your thoughts, being your girlfriend and all?" She tilted her head.

"You reserve a lot more than ninety-eight percent of my thoughts, darling," he chuckled. When each of their laughter subsided, they stared at each other for a moment, content but unsure. Tentatively, George reached forward, his hand gently making contact with her cheek.

"So," his voice was a low whisper, "Since I'm your boyfriend, can I kiss you?" An even brighter smile lit up on her face, and she let out another small laugh.

"That can be arranged." She grinned. When George leaned in, so did she, and their lips met in gentle kiss. It was light and sweet, yet the undertone of excitement lingered as they pressed against each other. When they separated, a bit breathless, they gazed at each other a moment more. It was a tender stare that held something strong. Maybe it wasn't love just yet, but it was close. After all, he was seeing her, and she was seeing him.

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hope you guys liked the last part!! i’ll probably be doing some more george soon bc he’s 🤭🤭🤭 but besides that i’m working on an enemies to friends to lovers remus fic with a bit of angst and such. also i’m DEF making some sirius stuff soon bc he’s my number 1 🤭🤭

oh and btdubz, i’m gonna make a google thingy for my tag list. everyone who’s currently on it, you’ll still be there, but you can specify what type of content you’d like to read from me. okay, toodles!!

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fandoms--fluff · 21 days

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Could you do Hope being stressed with monsters and Alaric getting on her back because of it and girlfriend reader helps her relax with soft smut? Bottom!Hope with like a sprinkle of praise for flavor if it's not a problem

Thanks

Needy

Female witch reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: sub/dom, praise kink, nipple stimulation

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Hope comes into your room, and slams the door closed. You're sitting with your legs bent up to the sides, leaning against the headboard of your bed, reading Pride And Prejudice.

Before you can say anything, your girlfriend climbs onto the bed and lays against you, between your legs. Her back is rested against your chest, the back of her head in the middle between your collarbones.

"What's wrong, baby?" You put the book down and run your hands up and down her arms.

"Dr. Saltzman" She groans, pouting. "Oh, what did that son of a bitch do now?" Your eyes turned stone cold, hearing that name.

"He wants me to fight all the monsters and make sure no one here gets hurt, but also wants me to keep up with all my classes and then yells at me for not managing to keep up with one of them" Hope rants.

"I'm sorry, Baby Girl" You move to slide your hands up and down her stomach. "He shouldn't be saying things like that to anyone, especially not to you," You say before kissing her forehead.

"You need to relax a little" You whisper, a playful glint in your eyes. "Mhm," an agreeing smirk appears on her lips, knowing that look.

You bring one of your hands down to between her spread-out legs and start running your pointer finger up and down slowly over her clothed pussy. She makes a little mewling noise when you press your finger harder, giving more pressure. Her juices are soaking through her thin sweatpants, onto your finger.

"Oh, so wet for me, Baby. Good girl" You praise her. " She leans her head back into your chest, letting out a small and quiet moan at your words. She loves having your praise, something you had learned the first time you guys had ever had sex. One of the best nights of your guys' lives.

She brings her head back up when she no longer feels herself covered. You had spelled her top, bra, pants, and panties off a second ago, the two garments brushed away to the other side of the bed.

"Thought I'd speed up the process" you wink, making her blush. She then nods in agreement, loving how she never had to get up while trying to take her clothes off without looking weird for trying not to be too slow for doing so. God, she loves you so much.

Her nipples harden against the cool air. You move your two hands up and trace each finger against each of the rosy pink nubs. Hope basks in the pleasure of your hands on her breasts. She leans into the touch and bites her lip as you pinch her nipples, sending pleasure spasms through her body.

"You like that? I bet you do" You coo to her, repeating the process again.

You tug on her erect nipples one last time before trailing your hands down her stomach and to her needy pussy.

She shivers as your cold pointer finger circles her clit. The temperature change makes her ever so needier. You stop your circling movements and instead run your middle and pointer finger down her needy heat, getting them covered with her slick.

She let's out a loud moan as you gently insert your fingers into her. You start to pump them in and out of her, slowly letting her get used to the feeling before picking it the pace.

"Such a good girl for taking my fingers" you praise into her ear, making her shiver in delight.

You lean in and start placing kisses over her neck, creating hickies here and there. As you mark her, you're curling your fingers in her tight hole all the while stimulating her clit with your thumb.

"Y/n/n" Hope whines, turning her head into your chest. "You're close, Baby?" You ask while groping one of her breasts in your left hand.

"..Yes" She breathes out, squeezing her eyes shut. The stimulation she's receiving draws her over the line. She's needed some time to relax with you all day. Being needy in class had been torture. " 'm close" She whimpers.

"Oh, I know you are, almost there, baby girl. You're doing so well" You pump your fingers in and out of her quickly, getting her there faster.

With one final tug of her nipple, it causes the stimulation to go overboard. A loud screamed moan fills the room as her release overcomes her.

"That's it, good girl" You praise her. "So proud of you" You rub her stomach soothingly, calming her racing heart from the orgasm she just had.

Hope smiles as she breathes deeply, inhaling your perfume. This is just what she needed.

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slytherinsomniari · 1 year

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Of Parchment and Desires| Aesop Sharp x F! Reader

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x F! Reader

Summary: You return to Hogwarts 4.5 years after graduation in the pursuit of completing your dissertation. A chance encounter with your former Potions Professor leads to him staying at your cottage while you work. A slight struggle with desire ensues before the two of you are brought together through the paper you have been working on.

Word Count: 3850

Themes: Masturbation, Smut, Teasing, Mutual Pining

A/N: The beginning was a bit hard to do since I had the nighttime stuff written out so I am sorry if it is poorly written compared to the rest of the story. Sorry, I had to insert “Pride and Prejudice” somewhere lol

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Why your professor had decided to help you with your dissertation you did not know. Yet there he was in your room, quietly working while you tried to finish and edit your dissertation on the difference of the effects of potions and charms and the advantages and disadvantages to each in combat and other such situations. Him being in your room was even more strange and you couldn’t quite put together how or why he decided to do so. You had graduated from Hogwarts about 4.5 years ago and had continued your education afterwards, with it culminating in a dissertation like they did in the muggle world. You didn’t expect to get any reward or recognition from it, but you had wanted to make sure you were properly educated before you sent yourself off in the world outside of school.

You had chosen Hogwarts to complete your paper because of the vast knowledge its library had. That and you couldn’t help but want to take another peek at the potions professor after the few years you have been gone. You encountered him after leaving the library with books meant to help with your paper and he had stopped you for a conversation. It appeared he was interested in your paper and one thing led to another and there he was in your room in the cottage you were renting near Hogsmeade.

Snapping yourself back to reality, you turn your focus back to writing the paper at your desk. Professor Sharp sat at the table in the middle of the room grading exam papers and essays, occasionally asking you about your dissertation and the state of its completion. He had stripped most of his clothing on the upper half, leaving him in just a button up, vest, and tie. This sight nearly drove you mad. It was your first time ever seeing him this relaxed and it did wonders to you. He practically matched you in casual wear, with you wearing a button up, cardigan and a skirt. Seeing him like that felt like he was teasing you, but you knew he was only getting more comfortable. Despite this, you couldn’t help but occasionally take peeks at his fine form while completing your work.

Time passed and the endless day turned to night. You assumed he would have left by now but low and behold he was still there, not making the slightest hint of wanting to leave. You had told him he could go to the Three Broomsticks for dinner if he didn’t want anything you made as you were having a simple sandwich, but he surprisingly stayed. You had made the sandwiches and ate yours while you continued to work on the thesis. Once you finished it, you sighed and clutched your head.

Hearing you sigh, he gets up and walks over to you, standing right behind you as he asks, “Is something the matter?”

You quell the shock inside you and replace it with a dejected sigh and a frown on your face. “I’m not sure if I’m explaining this properly. The Invigoration Draught is dangerous to use in combat alongside Felix Felicis as it could severely affect your body once the effects stop working. It could lead to you being easily overtaken in battle and being unable to fight due to the strain but I don’t know how else to connect it.”

He leans down to look at your paper, face mere inches from yours, “Yes, you are quite right. If I may, I’d suggest you expand upon those effects and connect them with your discussion on the effects of the Cruciatus Curse and the extent of bodily and mental harm that can occur.”

Smiling, you thank him and once you realize how close he was, you flush and turn your head. You hope he didn’t notice how your breath caught or how you flushed when he placed his hand on your back as he leaned down. Unbeknownst to you, he did happen to notice, but he convinced himself it wasn’t what he was thinking. There was no way you could love him–a miserly old man with a bad leg. You deserve someone better. Regardless, he had let his hand linger on your back for too long, letting his fingers press into the fabric of your cardigan as he itched to move them, to massage your back and move lower and underneath your shirt. He shook his head and returned to the table, finishing up the papers for the night before he went to bed.

Later that night, you were practically passing out in your chair but despite this you kept on writing. Your dear professor, however, thought that enough was enough. He had seen many students struggle with writing papers until dawn but he did not want you to neglect your health. Besides, you had plenty of time to finish it. He gets up and walks over to you, placing his hands on your arms.

“It’s time for you to rest. Your paper can wait another day without you killing yourself over it.” Pulling you from your chair, he drags you to your bed and puts you on it, placing the covers over you. Despite your protests, your body immediately starts sinking into the bed. You lose consciousness, last feeling your former professor’s hand brushing the hair out of your face and stroking your cheek before he lets go.

Sharp gets into the bed, slipping in quietly next to you. Exhausted, you do not stir from the dip in the bed and continue to rest. He gets ready to attempt to sleep next to you, forcing down the urges that are bubbling up inside him, but tenses when you switch sides, letting your body face him. His body relaxes once he realizes you are not awake and gets comfortable, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to his chest. Eyes lingering on your lips, he brings his lips down to yours and pauses, trembling from his restraint. His lips ghost yours, just barely touching and it sends electric sparks through him. He wanted you so bad, you were destroying him. The room is eerily silent and the tension is palpable, causing him to nearly give in and claim your angelic lips with his own. However, he knew that if he went through with the kiss he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from carrying on with what happened afterwards. Not wanting to force himself onto you, he makes up his mind.

Painfully, he removes his lips from yours and breathes heavily. He feels an ache in his lower area and grits his teeth. It wasn’t something he would have chosen to do with you there, but he had to get rid of the urge somehow. He places a tender kiss on your head, muttering the words “I’m so sorry” before sitting up and unbuttoning his pants, taking his member out. He strokes it back and forth repeatedly, thinking of you–of what it would be like if you were doing it for him. Or even better, if you had allowed him inside you so he could feel you and hear you moan as he thrusted into you and relieved his stress. He picks up the pace and feels himself tighten up at the thought of your face scrunched up in ecstasy and releases into his hand. Relieved of his ache but not of his desire, he cleans himself up and gets back into bed, wrapping his arms around you as he falls asleep.

You wake up to the sun shining through the window and a fragrant aroma permeating the room. As your eyes adjust, you find a teacup on your bedside table with a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea inside it. Looking to find its maker, you spy none other than your professor sitting at your table drinking a cup and conducting business, reading countless papers and most definitely grading his students’ final exams. He appeared to be at ease in your room, as if he had always belonged there. You bolt up, stuttering, “P-professor? What time is it?”

“Ah, I see you’re up. It is 11 o’clock in the morning. A bit late for you I suppose, but you had worked yourself to a near comatose state. Naturally, I let you sleep in. I hope you don’t mind me staying over, it took quite a while to remove you from your paper.”

“Blimey, that's late! Oh, not at all sir! I am so sorry for inconveniencing you, especially at a time like this. With your students’ exams to grade and all, I would have expected you to leave, so thank you for taking care of me.”

“It was more convenient to stay here and grade them. Otherwise, I would run the risk of one of the students trying to convince me why they deserve a grade higher than Acceptable. An aunt however many times removed dying is no excuse as to why one would score poorly on an exam.” He rolls his eyes.

You snicker, feeling a little bad for his students but at the same time delighting in their misery. The real world was more cruel than that, and if you couldn’t manage to get a good grade on an exam, it would be very hard to get better work outside of school. Speaking of grades, you had a thesis to finish editing. Inwardly groaning, you sit up and sip the tea. It was the best cup of Earl Grey you had ever had. Later you would have to ask him which brand he got and if he had put any milk in it.

Noticing your change of mood, Sharp comments, “It was far easier to grade the exams here than it would have been in my office. I am nearly done and had enough time to write up a few comments on your dissertation. It is awaiting you on your desk for your perusal.”

You get off the bed and take your cup with you to your desk and set it down. Taking a seat, you take a look at the paper and quietly gasp. At your desk was your thesis paper and on it in beautiful handwriting was your professor’s critiques. It was more than just a few comments–he wrote many things from words of encouragement to genuine critiques that would help you improve the paper itself. It must have taken a lot of time and concentration to be able to write this much on your paper. You were touched. It was the first time someone had ever done something this kind for you and you didn’t know how to react. Judging from his comment, however, it appeared he didn’t want to draw too much attention to it so, following suit, you smiled and took out a new set of parchment and started writing the finalized thesis.

Time passes while you write, with you constantly drinking more tea that he has graciously prepared for the two of you. A while later, you hold your breath and read over your dissertation one more time before you turn it in. This would be the only time you would do it, so you had to make sure you got it right. You get to the last sentence and once you finish, you let out a sigh of relief as you have now finished it. Smiling with tears in your eyes, you get up and run over to Sharp and hug him, giggling and telling him you were done. He gets up from his seat and hugs you properly, congratulating you sincerely. You bury yourself in his chest and inhale his scent, soothing yourself with the smell of his cologne. Looking up, you stare into his eyes and realize what you are doing. It must have been such an embarrassment seeing his former student carry on like this but despite wanting to crawl into a corner and become one with the nonexistent mold, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

Sharp stiffens as he comes to the same conclusion as you. He didn’t think it was possible for you to like him that way but based on your reaction, you at least favored him and certainly didn’t mind kissing him. With your lips parted and your face tilting upwards, he tentatively presses his lips to yours, testing your boundaries. You give into the kiss, pressing into him and letting him know that you wanted this. Once he feels your lips permit the kiss, he deepens it in a passionate fury. His grip on you tightens as his need for you explodes. This is what he wanted from the previous night–you in his arms kissing him and heading towards the moment he’s been waiting for for so long. His change of speed takes you by surprise, forcing you to stand on your toes and lean into him to keep yourself steady.

At the same time, you had also wanted this for a while. When you were at Hogwarts, you had harbored a crush on your potions professor but like other girls, you didn’t expect it to go anywhere and graduated without anything happening. You couldn’t believe that you were kissing your former professor and the fact that you were thrilled you. You whimper into the kiss, legs shaking as you can’t hold out any longer. His hands travel across your body, pulling your shirt out and going underneath your top, reaching for your cleavage. You hadn’t worn a corset, instead opting for stays, but this prevented him from fully touching you and made him grunt in disapproval. He removes his lips from yours and makes fast work of the laces and loosens it, taking your cardigan off and unbuttoning your shirt. He slides it off and helps you out of your stays and chemise top before he reclaims your lips once more, finally pawing at your breasts. He works them as he dominates you again, rubbing your nipples and kneading your breasts. Moaning at his touch, you open your lidded eyes enough to look towards the bed.

His eyes are drawn to where you are looking, seeing the bed the two of you desired. Heat filled both of your bodies as you gave into temptation and lust. Directing your two bodies, he brings you to the bed and onto it. Not wanting him to take charge just yet, you decide to tease him a little by pushing him to the headboard of the bed and getting on top of him. His groan upon impact grows once he understands what is happening. Nipping at his lips playfully, you leave quick and lengthy kisses while you remove his vest. Taking it off, you get rid of his tie and unbutton his shirt, taking the time to rub your hands on his chest and appreciate his fine physique. You let the shirt slide off of him and he wraps his arms around you, desperately in need of you.

However, you weren’t done just yet. You nuzzle into his neck as you roll your hips into his, drawing out his response. His hips buck into yours and you moan, his neck muffling the sound. Agony is all Sharp could feel at the fact that he is not properly inside you. Your hips sensually rock back and forth, enticing him with your slow pace. Attempting to regain control from you, he drags you onto the right spot, placing you directly on his penis and ensuring you would feel the hard bulge with every movement. It pressed upon your entrance deeply, forcing you to reconsider your actions as you let out a simpering moan. You could feel a wetness begin to form and knew you were ready. Lifting yourself up, you begin to get off of him when his grip on your waist tightens.

“Sir…”

“Aesop. And we’re not done yet.”

He forces you back onto him as he grinds into you, rubbing into your aching pussy. Just as you teased him, he’s doing the same to you. This time, however, he will make sure you finish the job. Your body grinds with him and you embrace him, moaning every time he touches you. He picks up the tempo, pulling you with him as he grinds into you. Feeling it build up, you lean back and let out a loud moan, cumming all over yourself. Some of your fluid spills out onto your legs and glistens in the light of the day. The mere sight of this entices Sharp to spill his own seed into you, and that he will make sure to do.

With your face flushed, you murmur in a sultry tone, “I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore.” Unbuckling his belt, you pull his trousers down and off him, placing them on the floor and drinking in the sight of his enormous length. He is huge, so huge that it makes you shiver with excitement. Pulling you close to him he says, “The same goes for you, dear Y/N.” With that, he grabs your skirt and unbuttons it, sliding it off your body alongside your soiled drawers. The clothes land in a heap on the floor as he tosses them aside, eying your body.

Hands grab your waist, flipping you onto your back as Sharp takes his place on top of you. Already getting started, you feel him ready himself as he pushes your legs far apart and places himself at your entrance. The feeling you get as he pushes himself into you is pure ecstasy and causes you to moan in surprised delight. The sheer size of him stretches you out but at the same time feels like the perfect length inside you.

“Oh god, Aesop” You whimper, “You’re so big.”

His arousal peaks at an all new high at your comment, pressing into you even more and sending a blissful sensation through your body. A calloused hand cups your face as his lips gently press against yours, landing a soft yet dominant kiss on you. “You feel just right around me Y/N. You’re doing so well.” That was the calm before the storm. As soon as you are ready he begins his attack.

He starts going at a breakneck pace as punishment for your teasing of him and you love every moment of it. You wrap your arms around his torso, digging your nails into his muscled back as your legs cling to him. His grunts mix with your moans, creating a harmony of pleasure.

“Aesop” You mewl as he thrusts into you particularly hard. Eyes scrunched, pleasure jolts through you as you let yourself feel his desperation as he moves inside you.

“Louder” He growls, lunging into you with the same harshness. His need fills you with unending desire and you do your best to please him.

“Aesop!!!”

The sound of his body hitting into yours increases at hearing you call his name. His name soon leaves your lips and is replaced with heavy cries as you lose all thought. Nothing could be heard in that room for a while except the sound of two bodies coming together with power pairing with the exquisite sounds coming from both of your mouths. Your pussy grows incredibly wet and sensitive, tingling at the sensation of Sharp grabbing one breast and fondling it. He rolls it around in his hand before placing his mouth on it and biting down. A whimper escapes you at the feeling of his mouth sucking on you and his rough tongue licking at your nipple. His tongue toys with it, knowing the right moves to make you buck into him to chase the high he was giving you. His lips leave your breast, leaving a trickle of saliva as he turns towards you. Looking you in the eye, he sees the ecstasy written on your face and adores you for it. He loves you and the fact that he was having you at that moment, like he had always dreamed of, even when you were his student. In the sea of love, the two of you clashed bodies, each thinking of the love you had for the other.

Your lips meet his in a fevered kiss before you feel a familiar tightness in your body. His body tightens as he too reaches his limit. The two of you pick up the pace as you both chase the remaining high left before your coinciding climaxes. You groan into the kiss and break apart, throwing your head back and arching your body. Hitting your peak, you orgasm with a final moan and let your fluids run down you. Sharp cums right after you, unloading himself into your satisfied cunt. You hum in contentment as the warm feeling fills you up, making you feel complete. Getting up, he plants a loving kiss on your lips and lays down, pulling you to him.

“I suppose this isn’t the worst congratulatory gift you have received so far.”

Turning towards him, you trace a finger on his chest and reply, “I’d say it is by far the best gift I have ever received, and that’s saying something. I place you first, right above my special edition of Pride and Prejudice I received for keeping up my grades when I was a student at Hogwarts.”

Rolling his eyes, Sharp retorts, “I’m happy to find that I rank higher than a book. Didn’t realize my competition would be so…difficult. I shall have to make you even happier if I am to compare to such an honorable opponent.”

“Hmm, I don’t think it will be that easy for you. You have to defeat Mr. Darcy after all and he’s a charmer, albeit a bit grumpy at first–not unlike a certain someone I know.“ you hummed in thought, cheekily smiling at the last bit.

“I wonder how ever I shall endeavor to defeat such a man who struggles against his better judgment to confess to the one whom he loves. I suppose it may be simply solved by saying this plainly: I love you, Y/N. I would love to court you, to marry you, to live with you for the rest of my life and tie you down to a miserable lonely man such as myself.”

Tearing up a little, you respond, “To that I say, yes, a thousand times yes. I would love to be with you and live with you–to deal with your sour attitude and whatever odd habits you may have.”

Chuckling, he looks at you in adoration, “Well then, that was easy. I wonder why it took your precious Mr. Darcy so long to court Elizabeth. Perhaps it takes a better man to see the beauty in front of him and accept it, rather than scowling about and using his despicable nature to wreak havoc on the lives of others.”

Your snort turns into laughter and you bring yourself to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his chest as the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy x reader #aesop sharp #aesop sharp fanfic #aesop sharp x reader #professor sharp x reader #professor sharp

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nincompoopydoo · 2 months

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₊˚⊹♡ valentines celebration!

to celebrate february the 14th, i'll be opening my ask box for valentine's-themed requests for one week [13 feb - 19 feb]!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! THANKS FOR REQUESTING!

read these guidelines to request a valentines one-shot:

i'll only be writing gn!reader-insert one-shots

word count will be < 1000 words

choose any character from the character list

choose a prompt from the prompt list [in honour of my annual valentines day rewatch of pride and prejudice 2005]

do read and keep in mind of my request rules before you send in a request

i will of course try my best to write for as many requests as possible throughout the week and i truly apologise in advanced if i cannot write for something you requested [life gets unexpectedly busy sometimes]

the links:

character list // prompt list // request rules

happy valentines day! ♡

#theseus scamander x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #jack thompson x reader #george weasley x reader #bucky barnes x reader #poe dameron x reader #steve harrington x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bob floyd x reader #valentines day

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redahlia-writes · 2 years

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cupid and psyche. | manda’lor!din djarin au (series masterlist)

“I’m afraid your reputation precedes you, and my father is a very superstitious man,” she began with a heavy exhale. “He visited an oracle - who told him that my faith lies in the bloodied hands of a man with no face,” at that she looked up fully, her neck craned, her eyes following the shape of his helmet before moving towards the visor, leaning in conspiratorially. “I prefer to think it’s because he noticed the improvements on Mandalore and amongst your people since you became ruler. It’s better than all that fate babble.”

part one | part two | part three

Content: minors dni. the story (narrated in third person, she/her) can be read as reader insert, although the mc is referred to as “cyar” multiple times (meaning “love” in mando’a); din being emotionally unaware and somewhat of an idiot, but also a simp, fluff, angst, arguing, miscommunication, mentions of illness, religious topics, symbolism, a slight hint of codependency, arranged marriage, cursing, smut (din gives her hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, a blindfold involved, extreme make-out session, outdoors sex), this is extremely heavy in descriptions i’m not gonna lie

when i first started this au, it was meant to be shorter - as always when writing for this man, something overtook me and i ended up with 30+ pages of text. i tried to adapt it as best as possible with the star wars/mandalorian universe while still keeping some aspects of the original myth. some characters might be ooc. for cyar’s dresses, i used mandalorian armor colour meaning.

Author’s note: cupid and psyche is a story originally from apuleius’ metamorphoses. it tells of the love between a princess, psyche, young and beautiful - so beautiful people neglected their worship of the goddess venus in favour of her -, and cupid (or eros or amor), venus’ son. the goddess sends her child to shoot an arrow to psyche that will make her fall in love with an hideous creature - instead, cupid pricks himself with his own dart and falls for the girl.

meanwhile, an oracle says to her father that she is destined to marry “a dragon-like creature who harasses the world with fire and iron and is feared by even jupiter and the inhabitants of the underworld” - so the girl is dressed in funeral attire and sent off to a peaky rock, where zephyrus will later bring her towards her destiny. cupid and psyche marry, but there’s only one condition: she cannot look upon her husband, and all their meetings happen at night, in the darkness.

when her sisters visit psyche in her new home, envious, they bring up the oracle that foretold she would end up with a monstrous creature, and convince her to try and spy on her husband’s face. so one night, she looks at him with the aid of a oil lamp and, startled by his beauty, accidentally spills the oil on him, wounding him and making him flee.

after that, in her attempt to seek help and her lover, psyche ends up meeting venus herself, and she puts her through a series of impossible tasks - the last one causes psyche to fall into a deep, death-like slumber: that is when cupid, now healed, finds her again, takes the sleep from her face and brings their case to zeus himself, who agrees on making her immortal and marrying them as equals.

special thanks to @lcvenderblues for putting up with me during the creation of this. love you <3

ps: how many references to pride & prejudice (2005) can you add in a single fic? the answer might surprise you!

also on AO3 - masterlist

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letmelickyoureyeballs · 23 days

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Beta Reader About Me

This is going to be a more in-depth post about me as a beta reader, which will be linked in my pinned post.

First off, hello call me Shark! I'm 18 and go by he/they pronouns. I am open to beta reading for people, whether that's stuff on here or AO3

What I'm willing to do:

Grammer/Capitalization/Punctuation

Cheer reading(pointing out what you did well and what I'm excited to see)

Identify plot inconstancies/where something needs to be clarified

Help with canon/characterization(if I know what/who it is)

American/Midwest information and more specifically Wisconsin information

Pretty much anything else you wish me to help with

*Depending on the fandom and length of fics, some of these will differ in doability*

I am generally ok with any kind of content that you write, but I do have some fic turn-offs. *Note that not everything on this list means I won't beta read for you, but I would like more info/details around them if they are in your fic to see if I'm still comfortable helping*

Mpreg/Anything pregnancy-related

Kid fics(when the main pairing has a kid, not kid-focused fics)

Really dark stories with no happy endings(depends on the story, but I'd prefer a happy/fulfilling ending)

Major Character death

Anything that is meant to hate a certain group/subgroup of people

Really long fics over 100k words

Some things that I am comfortable reading. *Not a comprehensive list*

Omegaverse

Reader Insert

G-E rated fics

Original characters

Canonverse

Alternate Universe

Gore and violence

Potentially triggering topics

I will again read pretty much any fandom you write for including original works, but here are some fandoms that I would be able to help more in-depth with:

The Witcher(Show, Third game, Most of the books), The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, Halo(Game series), Marvel, Venom, Star Wars/The Mandalorian, Transformers, Call of Duty, How to Train Your Dragon(I hate the third movie, I'm sorry), Spider-Man/Deadpool(Spideypool), Percy Jackson/The Heroes of Olympus, The Hunger Games, The Divergent Series, Maze Runner, Narnia(Movies only, I don't know anything in the books), Pride and Prejudice/Emma, Disney/Pixar movies, The 100, NBC Hannibal, Rise of the Guardians, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, Beastars, Titanfall 2, Red Dead Redemption 2, Baldurs Gate 3, Divinity Original Sin 2, Hazbin Hotel, Critical Role(I've only watched Campaign 1 and 3, and the TV show), Once Upon a Time, Anne with an E, Harry Potter, Six of Crows, Twilight, Star Trek, The Conjuring series, Descendants/High school Musical, Guardians of the Galaxy, Oceans Trilogy, Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man, Top Gun, Stranger Things, Game of Thrones(I've only read the first 4 books though), Fast and Furious, Moon Knight

I will read WIPs/completed works, multi/single chapter works, original works, and anything in between.

If you are interested or have any questions you may DM me. If you do, please provide whether I would be helping with a WIP or completed work, and whether there are any deadlines I need to be aware of. Please also include any warnings I should know about, and what you would want me to help with. I would also prefer to work on Google Docs.

*Even if you are not interested, please reblog for others to see*

Edited April 1, 2024

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lawrites · 1 year

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Chrome & Chemises Part II

Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Plus Size Reader

You find yourself invited to Bingley’s mansion through a strange set of circumstances. With Mando’s impertinence and Caroline’s insistence upon his attention, you fear that you may end up in worse health than Jane.

Part 1

This chapter got away from me, sorry! I cannot take credit for much of the dialogue or story, as it comes from Jane Austen and the writers of P&P 2005. I just add descriptions and the space bits :) I realize that this will be a slow burn but that is pride and prejudice babey

This chapter is safe for all ages. CW: mentions of fatphobic internal thoughts, some self-deprecation, Mando being very blunt, sickness

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The last few stragglers, including your family and surprisingly the entire party of one Mr. Bingley, were ushered out of the Lucas residence thankfully before 1 AM. Bigger celebrations, while exciting, can also sometimes go into the early dawn.

While you all load into your landspeeders, you and Jane use the opportunity to lean against each other. You close your eyes and she does as well, comfortable and ready to nap a bit on the way back. It paints a picture of the trust the two of you share as siblings.

This fact isn't lost on Caroline, who is situated next to Mando in their own speeder. She scoffs and gestures towards the two of you. "Well, that is just so indicative of this little port, is it not? Unable to keep propriety. I cannot believe that the two of them cannot keep their posture for the short ride back to their residence." Bingley looks behind him at the two of you and his eyes soften as he sees Jane again. "I think sh-they both look lovely." Caroline rolls her eyes and looks to Mando, "And with how this ball went, I bet I can guess what you are thinking right now, Mandalorian." Her eyes glimmer with what she most likely intends to be mirth, but instead appears more to be desperation.

Bingley tries to insert himself into the conversation again, no doubt ready to defend the ball, but Mando holds up one gloved hand instead. "What am I thinking?"

Caroline smirks. "You must be thinking how terrible it might be to spend even one more evening with such tedious company."

Mando answers her own expression with a smirk of his own, hidden under his helmet. "Oh, you are incorrect. My mind was more agreeably engaged." Mando turns from Caroline and looks directly at you across from him, safe and comfortable in your family's landspeeder. "I've been meditating on the great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes on the face of a pretty person can bestow."

Caroline scoffs, rolling her eyes at what she assumes MUST be a joke, though the worry in her eyes is palpable. Mando stares straight ahead, his helmet betraying nothing to Caroline to further affirm her thoughts as your landspeeder sets out towards home.

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The ball seemed to leave you energized and exhausted all at once. You feel entirely ready to collapse as soon as your landspeeder brings you back to Longbourn, but after you fall prone across your carefully made bed and position yourself, you find that your mind will not stop thinking.

A gentle knock at the door has you sit up slightly, and you hear the door click open and closed. Jane's hushed voice spears through the darkness, "May I join you? I'm all nerves tonight." You pat the bed next to you, realize she can't see, and respond, "Of course."

Only a few minutes later, a small nightlight has been turned on and adjusted to its dimmest setting, casting a slight glow over you and Jane under the covers. Though you are grown beyond childhood at this point, you feel young again as you both giggle and kick your feet, reminiscing on the night.

"Mr. Bingley is just what a man ought to be." Jane's eyes sparkle even in the low light. "Sensible, good-natured..."

You cut in, "...charming, conveniently rich..."

Jane gives you not even a half-hearted push, "You know perfectly well that I don't think considerations in marriage should be focused only on money."

You nod, you mouth set in a straight line to show your seriousness even as your eyes continue to hold a glint of humor, "Oh I agree entirely. Only the deepest love could persuade me to matrimony, and with my body and the way society is...I will end an old maid." You make sure to insert a laugh at the end of your sentence that was less than convincing to anyone who knows you well, and Jane knows you better than anyone.

You disguise your own insecurities with humor, as usual. You may be comfortable in your own body, but you've built armor against the worst voices in the world. If you acknowledge what they say about you first, it takes the moment away from them. Your self-confidence is usually great, but since you have to see yourself at your worst to predict what others will say, you can never forget what you consider to be flaws.

Jane bristles, as she usually does at your worst comments about yourself, and gently grips your arm, "Y/N, do not say that about yourself. While I agree that you need not settle for anything besides the deepest love, I want you to consider that there is someone out there who will love you for your heart, mind, and body."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Well that is much easier for you to say, dear sister. Every person who looks at you falls in love with you."

Jane grips harder, and you can almost feel her impatience at you. "Y/N. Do not patronize me, I see the world for what it is just as you do. But I've also grown up with you as a wonderful sibling for all these years. Do you think that I do not see the best in you as you do in me?"

You try to search for an answer, and finding none, you instead make an attempt to change the subject. "Well, I certainly know who sees the best in you..."

Jane rolls her eyes, but sensing your discomfort, she continues along your train of thought. Thoughts of Bingley cause her eyes and grip to soften as she sighs. "Do you really think he liked me?"

"Jane, he danced with you at every opportunity propriety could give."

Jane releases your arm entirely, her hands occupied with curling a strand of her hair repeatedly. "I cannot say I expected such a compliment."

You try to break the awkward moment from before entirely by using your humor once more. Teasingly, you remark, "Well, Mr. Bingley certainly IS very amiable, so I give you leave to like him. You've liked many a stupider person."

Jane pushes you once more. "Y/N!"

You laugh quietly and continue. "You're a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All-" you pause and think on her previous statements, "-most of the world is good and agreeable in your eyes."

Jane turns to you, "Not his friend! Oh! I can't even believe what he said about you!"

You are reminded, painfully, of what Mando had said about you earlier. You take a deep breath and smile, "Oh? Mando? Well...I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine, of course." You look to the nightlight and feel a tiredness fall over you all of a sudden. As you reach for it, you continue. "It's no matter, I doubt we shall even speak again." And with a click, you are plunged into darkness, the both of you finally ready to sleep.

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At breakfast the next morning, you are blearily trying to butter some toast while your mother prattles on and on about the ball.

"...and then he could not dance the second with Jane and had to find another, but then the third dance was with Jane. Then a fourth with Miss King of little standing, returning again to Jane for the fifth."

Your mother appears ready to continue until your father interjects, "If he had any compassion for me he would have sprained his ankle on the first."

Your mother's eyes become hard, meeting your father's across the table. "Oh Mr. Bennet, the way you go on it seems like you expect our children to have a grand inheritance."

Your father ignores her and asks you to pass the butter, but she continues anyway. "As you very well know, Mr. Bennet. When you die, which could be any day, our children will be left without a roof overhead or a penny to their name. You know that you do not make enough to keep us all in this house, and it will pass to whoever along the line DOES at the first sign of our misfortune."

You roll your eyes and step in, "Mama, my goodness, it's ten in the morning!"

Your mother turns to you, appearing ready to continue her lecture, whether it would be focused on your duties as heirs to Longbourn or your own insolence, you cannot predict. Luckily you are saved from a lecture about insolence from your mother by an entrance from Mrs. Hill. "A message, Ma'am, on the communicator. Addressed to Miss Jane Bennet from Netherfield Hall."

Your mother and Jane both light up, and Jane reaches for the communicating tablet as your Mother squeals. "Oh thank the Lord, we are saved!"

Your sister hurries to click through the screen and open the message, the entire room falling in a hush as her eyes quickly scan over it. "It is from Miss Bingley, Caroline." She pauses as she reads more. "She has invited me to dine with her!" Her smile drops a bit as she scrolls and sees the rest. "Oh, her brother will be dining out."

Your mother retreats into herself, her face appearing introspective as she thinks. "Well...that certainly won't do..."

Lydia chimes in. "I didn't think he was that handsome anyway."

You elbow her sharply, making her cry out and glare at you as she rubs her arm.

Jane speaks up, "May I take the landspeeder? To Netherfield?"

Your mother continues to mumble to herself, looking up at the sky.

You interrupt her thoughts. "Mama! The landspeeder! For Jane??"

Your mother looks lost in thought. "Oh...certainly not. She will go on our Kybuck."

You and Jane both yell "Kybuck??" in sync, in disbelief at your mother's decision. She just smiles slightly as she hears slight thunder from outside.

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You are trying to help Mrs. Hill bring in the clothes that were set to dry as a downpour is starting around you. As you run in, your mother is staring at the window, pleased.

"Just as I predicted. She will have to stay the night now."

You are at this point amused by your mother's actions. "I don't know if you can take credit for making it rain, Mama. Let us hope that Jane is safe."

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A knock on Netherfield's door causes a servant to leave the lunch set up and open it. Outside, dressed in blue and looking beautiful, if not soaked due to the thunderstorm, is Jane. She smiles at the servant and starts a greeting, but instead she turns a bit to sneeze. The servant looks worried and gestures for her to come in, the door sliding shut automatically behind her.

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You are clutching a communication from Jane in your hands, the family tablet seeming to give far too little information for your tastes. "...and my kind friends will not hear of me returning until I am better. But do not be alarmed. Excepting a sore throat, fever, and headache, I am fine."

As you finish reading it aloud you glare at your mother. "This is ridiculous."

Your father agrees. "Well, my dear, if your daughter dies let it be a comfort that it was in the house of Mr. Bingley."

You mother brushes off his comment easily. "People do not die of colds."

You roll your eyes. "But she might well perish from the shame of having such a mother." You try to reason with her. "We are isolated! What if it worsens? We would have to wait days to receive the shipment of medication we might need from other ports!" You stop, considering your options. "I must go see her."

You mother turns to you suddenly. "You cannot! The Kybuck is with Jane and I cannot spare the landspeeder." You look outside, "No matter, the rain has stopped and I can walk now."

She strictly replies, almost yelling now "You will be covered in mud from your walk! You won't be fit to see anyone!"

You respond as you leave the room to prepare, "I will be fit enough to see Jane, which is all that matters."

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You've always enjoyed a nice brisk walk. Mr. Bingley's estate is further out of your settlement than seems reasonable, but the slight breeze causing the leaves on the trees to rustle makes you smile. At the insistence of your mother, you did end up wearing a dress, though you covered it with an old, heavier cloak of your father's that would keep you warm. You feel a blaster in the pocket hitting your hip every once in a while, his own insistence that you protect yourself in the country fresh in your mind.

A smile covers your face as you continue to march, needing this quiet moment of solitude before you enter the lion's den. Just at the moment when you consider the true ramifications of showing up as you are, a step leads you directly into a puddle of soft mud. You see your shoe almost entirely covered and the hem of your dress sinking into it as well.

Shrugging, you pull your foot and dress out and laugh as the breeze picks up again. The only thing now on your mind is Jane, even though you do dread the reactions of the Bingley's and Mando when they see your haggard appearance.

You initially walk up the steps to Bingley's Manor in confidence. Knocking soundly, you take the time to do a last minute check. Dress? Dirty. Hair? Frazzled. Shoes? Covered entirely in mud. You try to run your hands over your garments but the door opens. You tell yourself it would have been useless anyway as you inform the doorman about your purpose.

Hoping that you are just brought up to see Jane, you instead have the displeasure of being told to wait outside a room until you are announced. You hear your title and step into the room with as much grace as you can manage given your appearance.

You see Mando and Caroline sitting down for what is most likely their lunch, looking as pretty as a painting. Caroline is in a silky, stylish dress with her hair perfectly managed, and her eyes widen at the vision of you against the white stone of their home. Yes, you feel quite out of place in a home that was lavish enough to be carved out of stone instead of assembled by metal.

You hear a scraping sound and look over to see Mando has stood up straight, presumably in welcome, his posture seeming very awkward and stiff. He bows to you slightly, and you return that with a slight curtsey.

The tense silence is broken by Caroline's voice, "Good lord, did you really walk all the way here?"

You nod tersely, your mind now primarily focused on getting out of this room and to Jane. "I'm so sorry, but how is my sister?"

Mando, surprisingly, is the one to interject. It is difficult to tell with his vocal modulation, but you believe he sounds a bit softer, "She is upstairs."

To the point as usual, then. You nod in thanks and turn to the steward, who brings you out of the room.

As soon as you are out of earshot, Caroline sputters as Mando carefully sits down again. "Goodness! Did you see their petticoat? Six inches deep in mud. Dreadfully incapable of..."

She is cut off by Mando. "I thought their concern for their sister does them credit."

Caroline blinks, but recovers quickly. "Well, their hair certainly does not. I wonder if their appearance after this has..." She glances pointedly at Mando, "...possibly lessened your enjoyment of their 'fine eyes?"

Mando casually responds as he continues reading the paper in front of him, "Not at all, they were brightened by the exercise." He tries to read the words in front of him, but only can truly focus on the fact that his helmet informed him of the presence of your blaster. Could you truly use it?

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You first know that you are approaching Jane's room by the vision of Mr. Bingley sitting in a chair outside of a set of doors, looking worried. He brightens when he sees you.

"Mx. Bennet! Oh I am so glad to see you. The doctor is tending to your sister now."

Your heart melts a bit. "It is nice to see you as well Mr. Bingley. Thank you for fetching a doctor for my sister."

The doctor exits the room just a few moments later, and during your discussion she mentions that your sister has a nasty cold, but should recover nicely in a few days. With the news that she will be okay, you rush into the room to see your sister.

You almost feel like rolling your eyes upon seeing her. While you are worried about her looking feverish, languid, and exhausted, of course her complexion and hair is still perfect. In fact, her rosy cheeks and the slight glow of sweat make her glow. It honestly just makes you smile as you see her, your beautiful sister cannot be taken down even by this.

"Jane!"

She turns to you, "Oh! Y/N!" You approach and give her forehead a kiss, trying to tell her temperature with your lips. It is still slightly high, as the doctor said. "Oh, your face is cold!" She laughs a bit and then leans away from you to cough, her face hidden in the crook of her arm.

She collapses a bit after, looking slightly past you to the hallway where Mr. Bingley is discussing something with the doctor. "Oh I just feel awful. They are being so kind to me and I feel like such a terrible imposition."

You shake your head and smile, wanting to give her some better news. "Oh do not worry. I don't know who is more pleased at you being here, Mama or Mr. Bingley."

Jane chuckles and coughs a bit more as Mr. Bingley finishes up his conversation with the doctor. You turn to him, "I cannot thank you enough for taking such diligent care of Jane. I am ashamed to say she may actually be more comfortable here than in our own home."

Bingley smiles and his eyes look to Jane, not even slightly fazed by her appearance. In fact, his eyes shine as they take her in. "It is a pleasure to have her here." He pauses. "Well...not a pleasure to see her so ill...rather it is a pleasure that she is here...being ill." He trails off slightly awkwardly, unable to express that he is glad to see Jane in his house no matter the circumstances. He straightens up a bit and continues, "But you must join us as a guest, at least until your sister recovers."

You try to argue but he won't hear it. "We shall send a speeder for some things for you, it is no worry. I wouldn't have you separated from her during this time."

As he leaves, you are nervous at the thought of staying, but relieved that Bingley is truly one of the kindest suitors your sister has had. Truly, he is well suited to her. You smile at Jane and wiggle your eyebrows a bit, and though her slight push has less force behind it, you cannot help but see the absolute joy in her eyes as well.

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Jane has made wonderful progress on her recovery. You have spent nearly every second you can in this unfamiliar house with her, your discomfort only second to your devotion to your sister. But, as she is getting better she is able to rest without as many coughing fits as before, and has asked you to leave her be for the time being.

Therefore, you find yourself in a sprawling room in Bingley's home. There are rows upon rows of shelves lined with actual books, desks and chairs, and a lounge area that sits in front of a chrome fireplace. More than often you find yourself settling on a comfortable couch to read, trying not to think about how much everything in the room costs as the fire crackles in front of you. You cannot keep yourself from bringing the books up and sniffing them every few minutes, the smell of old pages mixed with the burning fire making you feel content.

You are so absorbed in your current book outlining a few lesser known stories about the Jedi that you almost fail to hear the voices and footsteps approaching the room. Having only a few moments, you sit up straight, brush your outfit a bit, and place your book in your lap, leaning over it and appearing to be lost in thought.

The doors slide open, causing you to look up in their direction and see Caroline, Bingley, and Mando. Bingley smiles upon seeing you, exclaiming that it is so good to see you out of your sister's room. He approaches and you stand up to greet him as he further mentions that he is impressed at your fortitude and love for your sister. You smile and thank him, seeing that Mando has settled at a desk near you and Caroline has decided to sit in a chair between. She is purposefully not glancing in your way at all, a fact that you are glad to allow.

Mando touches the glass top of the desk and it lights up, surprising you. He pulls up something and begins to type. The low sounding keystrokes aren't enough to keep you from reading, and so you return to your stories. Unfortunately, Caroline, who had been looking casually at her own personal communicator, decides that the sounds are enough to distract her. "You type so quickly, Mandalorian."

Mando responds, rather bluntly, "You are mistaken, I type rather slowly."

Caroline, determined as ever, decides to lean over and spy on what the Mandalorian is writing. "Oh, I cannot imagine how many terrible communications your people must need to send." You look up in shock at her tone. "To talk of violence so often...it makes me ill."

You cannot possibly consider what angle she was using to gain Mando's interest, but it seems that there was no matter. She fails as Mando soon replies, "It is fortunate that they fall to my lot instead of yours, then." His final tone makes you assume that she would end their conversation there, so you return once more to the pages in front of you.

"Oh! You must be writing to your ward or his keeper. Tell him that he is just...the most talented little thing." Caroline tries to take on a jovial tone, but the slight desperation once again seeps through. Ward? The Mandalorian has a ward?

The Mandalorian makes the tab he was working on disappear and turns to Caroline. "He is to be protected and kept a secret as a foundling, Miss Bingley." His tone sends ice into your veins. But your are surprised to learn of his foundling. They are usually children taken into Mandalorian protection...so Mando has enough of a heart to care about a child? He honestly could have made you into a fool for thinking the opposite.

He turns to you. "I trust you can keep him a secret, Mx. Bennet." You nod. "Of course. I have read of foundlings before. They are to be protected as you have said." You smile softly in reassurance. "I would never put a child at risk, you have my word."

The Mandalorian seems to loosen a bit, "You have my gratitude." He moves to turn back to his communicator desk once more, but instead brings the T of his visor back to face you. "You have read of Mandalorian culture? Our foundlings?"

You force yourself not to shrink under his gaze and nod. "Only a little, admittedly." You glance to the shelves of books off to your right, trying to escape his focus. "My father has many books in our communicator, and a few in print. But as the communicator is shared...I have not had as much of an opportunity to research more."

You turn back to see that he is still staring straight at you. Or at least you think he is. Trying to appease him and find some middle ground with which you might start a friendship, you continue. "Though I would of course be happy to learn of anything through your own stories, if you would be willing to speak of them."

Mando pauses for a moment, but instead of telling a story he instead asks, "So, you and your siblings...you are not as accomplished due to your lack of resources?" It is difficult to interpret his tone due to his modulator, but you insist that you can tell his intent from his words alone. You have to keep your mouth from dropping open.

You decided to extend an olive branch and he decides to rudely comment on your family's lack of resources. It may have been true but it was certainly not polite to say. Mr. Bingley seems to sense this, and he cuts in quickly. "I would not say that Mando."

He smiles at you agreeably. "I would say from what we have seen of Mx. Bennet and their sister that both are accomplished in my book." His face scrunches a bit in confusion. "Though...the word accomplished does confuse me a bit. I have heard of many of marriageable age being touted as accomplished with little understanding of the word."

Caroline snorts, surprising herself, but seems to recover quickly. Mando turns to Bingley. "The word is applied too liberally, I agree. I only know around a dozen whom I would say are accomplished."

Caroline adds little, agreeing with Mando as usual. "Yes, I agree as well."

You must look astonished as you respond. "Goodness. You must comprehend a great deal in the idea."

Mando turns back to you. "I do."

Caroline cuts in, "Absolutely. One must have knowledge of planetary music, multiple languages, dances, and art, along with that same knowledge of the major planetary systems beyond" She gets up and walks, trying her best to glide. "And something needs to be present in the way they present themselves."

Mando adds, "My own requirements are the ability to shoot well and..." His visor looks to the book in your lap, "...read on Mandalorian culture."

You snap the book shut and look directly at him. "I am no longer surprised at you knowing only a dozen who are accomplished. I know none who hold all of the qualities you both require."

Mando meets your gaze. "Are you so severe on those who you consider competition?"

You roll your eyes, "I have never met a person who knows everything you have described. Even off-world visitors do not hold such knowledge. That person would be fearsome to behold."

Mando nods after a tense moment, almost in agreement, as Bingley chuckles a bit. He gazes at you with eyes full of mirth. You smile back at him before returning to your own stories once more.

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Some time passes, and Caroline approaches you. “Let us take a turn about the room.” You are not fond of her after your interactions, but you agree that walking after sitting for so long might do you some good. As you stand, Caroline forces your arm to link with hers, and starts to guide you about. “It is refreshing, after sitting so long in one place, is it not?”

You hesitantly reply, “It is a small kind of accomplishment I suppose.” Mando looks up from his typing, and the T of his visor looks squarely at you for a brief moment before focusing once more on his communication. Caronline interupts his focus by interjecting, “Oh Mando, won’t you join us?”

Mando shakes his head and responds, “You can have only two motives for arranging this, and I will not interfere with either.”

Caroline arranges her face to appear confused, looking to you. “Now what can he mean?”

You want to roll your eyes but refrain. “Our best way of disappointing him would be to ask nothing about it.”

Caroline leans towards Mando, ignoring you. “Please, tell us!”

Mando forgoes typing entirely and sighs a bit before looking up. “Either you are in each other’s confidence and have secret plots to discuss, or you are aware that your figures appear to the best advantage by walking.” Caroline giggles and you, again, refrain from rolling your eyes. He continues, “If the first, I would get in your way. If the second...I can admire you both much better from here.”

You pause. Both? Mando would admire your figure? No. It must be a jest, one of his more cruel taunts once more. Caroline almost poses as she stops directly in front of Mando. “Oh, shocking! How shall we punish him for such a speech?”

Looking at the serious Mandalorian, his T looking directly back at you, you bring one hand under your chin in feigned concentration. The best way to get back at a man like him would be to undermime his pride. “We could always tease him, of course.” You smile widely and slightly mockingly.

Caroline opposes, “Oh no! Mando is not to be laughed at.”

You snort, almost feeling sorry for Caroline as she took you so seriously. “Oh! Are you too proud, Mandalorian? I wonder if you consider that to be a fault or a virtue.”

Mando looks back down at his work. “That I could not say.”

You do your best to smile sweetly, making sure your words appear as a jest, “Well, we are trying to find a fault in you.”

The Mandalorian looks up suddenly, his visage directed towards you once more, and he says in a rather serious manner, “Maybe it is that I find it hard to forgive those that have done me and the ones that I love wrong. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.”

You hold his gaze, your smile never waning. “Oh...dear. Well, I cannot tease you for that reasonable answer. What a shame...for I do dearly love to laugh.”

Caroline’s eyes shine as she cuts in, “Silliness does seem to be a family trait.”

Continuing to smile sweetly to show Caroline that she cannot get to you, you nod to the Mandalorian and return to your couch. Picking up the book, you curtsy slightly to the room. “If you do not mind, I would like to check on my sister and spend some time with her.”

As you leave, you of course cannot see that the Mandalorian has not resumed his work. In fact, his helmet seems to follow your retreating form and then stay glued to the door from which you left. Eventually, with a small sigh, he looks down to the datapad and keystrokes can be heard as he sends out another communication.

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Once more, I apologize for the length and possibly dry-ness of this chapter. I just love the dialogue in these scenes and didn’t find a good cut-off point. I hope to get the next part out sooner! :)

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