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Thranduil and Josie Part 74- Halt and Catch Fire

Summary: 5 days till Halloween with a time jump coming soon to a wicked party. Garrett and Josie scope out the library in search for Ashmole 782 and share some humor and feels along the way. He tells and shows her his version of Clover's(Raven's) upbringing and the night of the Laketown massacre. Garrett also has a secret that he confides in Josie. Something's burning. Garrett risks a number one vampire killer to save the evidence. A major truth is revealed as Josie has a memory induced meltdown. A pair of icy hands keeps her sane. She later stumbles across the wrong bedroom. An encounter with Lestat goes horribly wrong. Josie's two left feet never fail her. Raven ruffles Thranduil's feather's and he puts the vexing vampire in her place. She seeks revenge in more ways than one. The witchy vamp sets her eyes on a pawn. Seems even animals loathe the fiery fiend. Haldir is not acting himself. Garrett is mortified at a vision. Thranduil is appalled. Marius rages. Josie turns OG. Haldir panics as the Phoenix rises from the ashes.

As you and Garrett walked into the dimly lit entrance of the library, the gibbous moon gaped at you through the cathedral window and snow was falling in massive quantities at an expeditious speed. The orbs were also there.

"They're following me." you whispered as ran your hand through them in amazement.

"Or they're guiding you somewhere since they were already in here?" Garrett suggested. "Annnnd they're turning the pages of a book." he said with a stunned look upon his face. Clearly it couldn't be Ashmole 782 just sitting out in the wide open.

You went to look at it. "The pages....they're blank? Odd..." you pondered as you stood inside the swirling balls of energy. Your eyes suddenly became heavy and you stumbled back.

"Whoa, hey there. You alright?" Garrett asked in worry as he held you against him.

"Yeah...yeah...it's their energy...I can feel it. It's magnetizing like...." Your eyes drifted off in thought of Narcisse. That's how you felt when you touched him.

"Like?" Garrett was now quite the curious cat.

"I'm sure you know who Lord Narcisse is?"

"Unfortunately. Just another who believes I am responsible for Laketown's massacre. Why do you ask?"

"Well...it's just that...I experienced this feeling with him...and...now I know that he is a witch. It's just strange since he's not even here."

"Thank god." he snarked and walked over to a book case acting as if he were interested in the contents. It was clear Narcisse was a sensitive subject so you dropped it and followed him.

"God Garrett, there are so many books. I will never find Ashmole, if it's even here at all." You ran your fingers over the aged books in hopes of being able to feel what you were searching for.

You did this for a good 15 minutes around the room as Garrett stood watching you. He was completely fascinated with your intuitive abilities.

"Ugh!! Nothing! This is such a waste of time Garrett. It's probably not even here."

"Patience little one. This is only one room of many in the archives."

"Well I certainly have no patience for that!" you fumed and coughed from the dust as you slammed another book on the growing pile that you now could not be seen behind.

Garrett chuckled in amusement. "Well, how about try calling to it? You know, use that magic hidden inside of you."

"Or maybe you could help me instead of standing there taking pleasure in my suffering." you snarked and sprung up with a pouty mouth which only made him laugh more. With that, you picked up a book and hurled it at him.

"Whoaa!" He roared in laughter and ducked as the book just missed his head. You picked up another and hovered it above your head with a sly grin. "Alright alright uncle uncle!! White flag is up!" he chuckled as he blocked his face with his arms.

You then laughed and dropped the weapon. "Alright so you want me to call to a book...how? Like do I just start chanting "Oh booooooook" like Winifred Sanderson? Maybe that black cat will come too, what's his name?"

"Ha ha yeah great movie! Thackery Binx. My favorite part. Think I was in my mid 20's then....." He instantly clammed up and his face fell flat as he stared at the ground. "Anyways...Lestat actually has a black cat running around here somewhere. He don't talk though...as far as I know." he laughed as he tried to deflect again from his accidental reveal of his past life.

"So...uh....is it true what Raven told me? About your birthday?"

"Yeah I heard that part. Hoped you would forget about it." He went over and continued looking through the books where you left off.

"Gar...I think you know I would not simply just forget something like that."

"Well Jo...please do. I would rather bleed out than speak of my life." He got up and whirled around the corner into another room. His sarcasm and anger were clear by his reference to you as Jo in reply to you shortening his name. You went after him to apologize.

He stood peering out the window at the snowstorm violently beating on it. ""Garrett....I...I am so sorry. I did not mean to upset you or to push you. And...your name, if that upset you too for some reason, I apologize as well for that."

He turned with a half smile. "It's alright little one. I just haven't been called that since I can remember. It's better than G though. Makes me sound like some OG or something." he snickered.

You let out a light laugh. "What? You don't roll with the homies?"

"I roll with you don't I? Homie.." he smirked and gave a wink.

"Ha ha. Yeah, I don't blame you. Raven's got it bad for you. Could you at least tell me more about your time with her back then? I know it was all revealed today, but...I...I'd like to hear your side. Your words I will believe over anything my moth...Caroline told me. And for the record, I know you were trying to tell me about it the night we sat around the fire until you were shot, so I know you weren't trying to keep it from me."

He stared you down in awe of your trust in him. "Sure...if you've got a few hours." he grinned.

"I have awhile. Thranduil is resting and Haldir and Legolas are watching over him. Come...sit with me. I'm all ears."

He shyly sat down beside you on a couch but kept his distance. "Where to begin...hmm. Well, I suppose her episodes are as good as any. As you can see, Clover...I mean Raven...god I'll never get used to that...anyways, she's always had that rage in her. Spoiled rotten brat for one thing and honestly, I think Caroline feared her as she was so out of control throwing her powers about if she didn't get her way. She began killing Lestat's staff. First her seamstress. Let me show you what I saw." His cool soft hand laid upon yours and you saw it play like a movie.

Then her doll maker and onto her music instructor.

One night in a fit of rage, the pyromaniac set the place on fire trying to kill Lestat's companion Louis.

Lestat had enough of her shit and she had a complete meltdown the night she snuck off to Laketown. She and he argued something fierce.

"Then she continued to cut off all her curly hair she had at that time but it grew right back and she flipped out."

Then off to Laketown she went, following others on their midnight feedings. Not only did she slaughter all those children, but she set the town ablaze as well. Caroline and I saw it from the air as we arrived. We were too late. So you see...wild child indeed, a Drew Barrymore at that, and she still seems to be a bad apple. I did everything to help her but it never mattered."

"Little did I know that Caroline did what she did after the fact. The only thing that saved my ass from Viktor's death dealers was the fact he knew Raven caused the mass destruction and murders."

"Don't that make you a little bitter that Caroline willingly let you and your people take the blame to others though?"

"It did. Very much. Can I confide something in you? I trust you like no other." Garrett looked a bit shaken about whatever it was.

You placed your hand back on his. "Of course. My lips are sealed. What is it?"

He sighed deeply. "Josephine....I am one of those that informed Viktor who did it. Clover had to be stopped as much as it hurt me to betray her, and Caroline too. For the life of me, I do not know why Lestat has harbored them both all these years. Anyone in their vicinity is at risk by the hunters. Possibly because Louis had a soft spot for Clover, god knows why after she tried to kill him...I assume because he was fucking Caroline, which is what I think set Clover off. Sorry...didn't mean to just throw that at you, but it is what it is. Lestat and Louis are very close. He made Louis. Louis has kept his distance ever since the tragedy and if anyone is bitter, it's Lestat. Why do you think it was so easy for him to turn on your mother? He can only be pushed so far and his loyalty to Louis will pretty much go straight out the window one of these days."

"My god...I knew there was more to it. Thank you Garret, for trusting in me and respecting me enough to tell me the truth." you said and squeezed his hand.

"Anytime little one. How bout we continue on our witch book hunt eh? Kinda burnt out on talking about all the fiery stuff. Pun intended." he joked.

You both stood up to go to the next acre of the enormous encyclopedia wing. "Garrett?"

He stopped and turned. "Sup?"

"Why do you call me that?" you asked softly.

"What? Little one? Well look at your shrimp ass. I get a kink in my neck looking down at you." His grin was large and wide.

"Hardy har har. Maybe if you weren't such a beautiful giant, I wouldn't seem so little." Off you went in a playful huff.

"Wait, did you just call me beautiful?" he said enthusiastically.

"Let's go Garrett." you said as you rolled your eyes.

He quickly followed and pointed at you. "You did...you called me beautiful." he raved proudly with a smile as he frolicked in your shadow.

As you walked, you began to feel warm. "Is it hot in here suddenly?"

"Oh sorry. That's just my beautiful vibes radiating off of me."

"Garrett...stop." you said and smacked his arm. "I'm serious."

"Ok...Well, I can cool you down. I'm a portable air conditioner." he winked and held his arms out to you.

"Dear god, I've created a monster. PUN intended!"

"Ohh!" He grabbed his chest and sang. "Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, darlin you give looooove, a bad name."

"I'm going to pretend that did not just happen...."

You then stopped. "Do you smell smoke?" As you turned the corner, there was a fireplace and it was blazing. No wonder you felt hot but it had no affect on Garrett since he was from the ice age. "Jesus, why is that fire so huge?"

Garrett's humor quickly vanquished as he stared at the raging flames. "That's because something is in there!" He whisked to the blaze and reached in yanking out a burning book, then stomped on it.

"Garrett!! Oh my god, your arm. Are you insane??!" you yelled as you ran to him. "Here, let me heal you!"

"Josephine, calm down. I am fine. Watch." Your panicked eyes turned to amazement as you watched his blistering skin heal all on it's own. "Poof. Magic. Save your healing for when I'm dying." he smiled. "Now let's see what someone was trying to rid of." He said in his best Fred voice.

"Someone? Who would have done this??"

"I don't know Velma but I may have a clue. Colonel Mustard with the candle stick in the library?"

"Arrrg! Garrett come one. Can you be serious for once??"

"What?...well you do have red hair and so does Velma soooo...although you look more like Daphne...she is hot ta ta."

You glared at him. Good lord it was obvious he was a Scooby Doo fan in his past life. "Ok Shaggy.." you snarked.

"Really? Is it because I'm tall and skinny? Ahhh wait...is it the hair? It's the hair isn't it?"

"Garrett Lee!"

"Ok ok, negative Nancy Drew. Sit down and look at the book. Is it the one you have been looking for?"

You did as he said and picked up the completely unscathed book even after Garrett danced on it. Although there was smoke coming off of it, the book felt cool to your touch. "I...I'm not sure..."I've only seen it in my dream for like 2 seconds."

Strangely, you opened it to a certain page and the scent of your father rushed up your nose....a scent you could never forget from when he was sick....chamomile tea with red clover. He drank it all the time, even when you were little before he became ill, but in his sickness, he wreaked of it. Your heart sank into your stomach at the spell you saw. Red clovers with deadly nightshade aka...Belladonna. A plant that's so toxic, even the smallest amount of the leaves or berries can kill an adult...or....poison them over time. "G...Garrett???" you whimpered as you shook.

He swiftly sat down beside you with all kidding aside and rubbed your back. "Josephine? You're trembling. What is it sweetheart?"

You couldn't move as you gazed into the fire. A triggered memory intruded your mind.

"I...I used to have night terrors as a child of the witch from snow white trying to give me a poisonous red apple. It was right after I saw my mother on my 7th birthday....and...and...then....my dad...he got sick 9 years ago when I was 15....A...a...an old woman came to the house. She said she was from our church and had a gift for my father. Homemade red clover syrup for his tea. She assured me of how much he loved it and had asked her for some. I...I had no reason to not believe her because I knew he drank it all the time. It...It was a small glass bottle with a pretty ribbon on it and...a key...I guess for decoration? She..she told me to put only a single drop in his tea every time he wanted a cup. My dad drank tea every single day, multiple times. With this, he was always more sleepy than usual and slept so soundly. I once thought he was dead as his pulse was so faint, it could hardly be detected.

I would always decorate his plate with red clovers I picked from the patch by our house. He loved the fragrance and would sometimes add some of the petals to the tea while it was piping hot for extra flavor. I myself hated the smell and never liked tea so I only made it for him."

You began to hyperventilate while grabbing your chest and dropped the book. "Garrett!! I...I...I think I poisoned my own father and....killed him...."

"Hey hey hey...come here, come here!"

"I..I can't...breathe....she....she did this...."

"Josephine look at me...LOOK at me." Garrett snapped his fingers in front of your face. You brought your soaked eyes to his and they began to roll back. He quickly placed his icy hands on your cheeks which thankfully shocked you back to reality. "That's it...come on. You're ok. Breathe..."

Once you finally took in a deep breath, you spewed it straight out and broke down bawling. "I...I killed my own father!! She made me kill my daddy...." Garrett did not hesitate this time to wrap you tight in his arms and you reciprocated, clinging like glue to him as you buried your face in his neck. For the first time in his undead life, he swore he felt his heart beat...............

He pried you from him and looked you dead in the eyes. "Josephine...you cannot breathe a word of this...to anyone. Not even Thranduil. Not yet. It is too dangerous for all to have knowledge of this right now. If you go accusing Caroline....well...you've seen what she does when backed in a corner and you don't seem to have full use of your powers yet to protect yourself or others. Your shield can only do so much. Someone attempted to destroy this book for a reason. You must hide it and keep it safe. Promise me. I'm not letting you leave here until you do."

"H...how am I going to hide this Garrett? It's not exactly small and....and..." You closed the book and stared at the cover. Then began flipping through the pages in confusion. "Garrett....this is not Ashmole 782. It looks nothing of what I saw in my dream. Raven said it only appears and opens for a true witch. If that book is as powerful as it's reputation precedes it to be, there's no way someone would try to destroy it. And I highly doubt it can be destroyed. This...this book here is purely black magic....evil. It also seems to be protected since it didn't burn. God...I am so confused. I have to go find Thranduil."

"Alright...but promise me Josephine, that you'll keep quiet for now."

"I will unless I feel it necessary to speak of it. That's the best I can do. Garrett...where will you be if...I need you? How will I find you?"

"I'll be around. Trust me. I won't leave you." he said with all sincerity.

You smiled big, took his face in your hands and placed a kiss on his comfortably numb cheek. "Thank you, for everything. I'll see you soon then ok Shaggy?"

He placed his hand on one of yours. "It's a date Daphne." he grinned.

On your way back to your room, you got lost which was no shocker. You knew this place about as well as you knew your mother. Not at all. You should have had Garrett come with you because now you were feeling a bit uneasy walking these dark halls alone. Suddenly, a huge whiff of black licorice and leather filled your path. You gasped as your eyes darted all around in search for the vampire Lestat but he was not there....or was he? you thought. You creeped down the hall following the scent. An open doorway lied ahead so in your curiosity, you peeked inside to see a very large luxurious ebony stained bedroom chamber. The walls looked as if they had been colored with a charcoal pencil that surrounded an Alaskan king bed with an iridescent black velvet comforter spread neatly atop. Behind it were mirrors which you found odd. Three cathedral windows took up an entire wall that revealed the snow covered frozen earth outside and a fireplace glowed on the other side of the room. There stood the vampire in the middle of it all. His gaze at you was daunting.

"Boo..." is all you could strangely muster up.

"I...I'm lost." you squeaked.

"That you are." Lestat then stood with his eyes fixated on yours, making you feel extremely vulnerable.

"I...I...I'm sorry I disturbed you. I'll just be going now." You turned around to leave and there he was standing in front of you. A light scream burst out of you as you jumped back. "Can you not do that??" you snapped.

"What have you got there?" he inquisitively asked as he peered down at your hands that were behind your back clutching the hardback.

"N..Nothing...it...it's just a book I took from the library to read."

"If it is nothing, then why conceal it?" He reached his hand out and the book flew out of your hands and into his.

"Hey! Give that back. It is mine." you fumed.

"Is it now? How is a book that came from my library...yours?" he asked as he nosily opened it and turned the pages.

"I..I didn't mean....can I please just have it back?"

"Since you asked nicely. This book will do you no good unless you are looking to.....kill someone?" His tone told you he knew....he knew what you knew. Of course he did. Damn intellectual vampires.

"Then where is Ashmole 782? You said you had it. May I please see it?"

"I never said it was in my possession, but that I knew where it resides. If you wish to know the whereabouts, then you need to offer me something in return as I have previously explained." He said in a tantalizing manner and then diligently reclined on the leopard print sofa and half grinned.

His alluring eyes were inviting you to sit beside him. "I don't bite.....hard." His sense of humor did not appease you like Garrett's did. You skittishly sat down with a stiffened posture.

"What is it that you want? I really must get back to my husband."

"I have already asked it of you. Simply your time. One evening. Just the two of us."

"Are you truly that lonely? And why me?"

"In the end we are alone and there is nothing but the cold dark wasteland of eternity. You? I thought I knew what beauty was in women, but you...you surpass all the language I have for it. You're the hunter, the warrior. You're stronger than anyone else here. Your blood is like no other. That's your tragedy."

"It rather seems that it is your tragedy....I know what happened with Louis...and my sister. Lestat...I am sorry that he left you." You compassionately placed your hand on his.

"Don't do that." He coldly said and moved away from you. Like Garrett, he wanted nothing to do with real talk.

"I..I'm sorry. I do not mean to pry. I just don't understand why you've shielded my mother and sister and still do after all they have done which caused Louis to withdraw."

"And yet, do you not do the same? Many have betrayed you, hurt you, yet you still you still offer them your undeserving loyalty. A certain vampire comes to mind. Garrett. He has done despicable things to you, yet you care for him."

"Garrett has nothing to do with any of this."

"And might I add....protect him. I have welcomed you into my home and have done nothing to harm you, yet you won't grace me a night of your company." Lestat walked towards you with a sinister look in his eyes. Instinctively, you slowly moved back until you were adhered to the wall. He placed his hand on the wall above your head and leaned his face down to yours. Your heart began to race as his arctic breath took yours away. You were imprisoned by his devilish charm. He bit his wrist and held it just inches from your mouth. "Tell me....shall I have you drink my blood to have my way with you or should I just mind fuck you as we stand body to body, allowing us both to release against each other? Is that not what happened on Devil's Island?"

You trembled as the volatile vampire's eyes turned as black as his room and his aroused cock grazed your pelvis. You ducked out of his hold with a gasp. How was he doing this?

"Get out of my head! I gave you no permission! You're sick!" Lestat was obviously and irrevocably jealous of Garrett and this worried you.

"No sicker than he now am I? I do not need your permission for anything." He said with a look of disgust and then yanked you against him. "If I wanted to take you right here right now, I would and could. There is nothing you could do to stop me." He then pushed you away from him.

"But that is not who I am. Next time, think twice before intruding in my personal life, for you only think you know about me. I, on the other hand, know all of your dirty little secrets. Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind." The only other time you ran as fast as you did just then, was when you were running from Peter's cabin.

There was a rapping at Thranduil's door. Legolas opened it to find Raven's unwelcomed presence. "What do you want?" the Prince snarled. He certainly did not forget how she treated him when all he did was try to help her.

"Relax Lego, I am here to see if my sister is back from hanging with Garrett and to see how her hunky hubs is doing." Raven got the reaction she was anticipating from her words.

Thranduil abruptly appeared, stepping in front of Legolas. "My wife may desire your presence, but I do not. You have merely come here to stir trouble just like your mother. You do not fool me."

If Thranduil's eyes could emit lasers, Raven would have been disintegrated with the way he glowered at her.

"Oh Thrandy, don't get your balls all in a knot. I am not trying to fool anyone. What you see is what you get. Now, is she here? I come with news."

"We do not want what we see. And No, she is not. Now state your business and be gone witch, before somebody drops a house on you." Legolas sarcastically answered as he stood at his father's side.

"Oooh. Robin of Mirkwood got jokes.... Huh...odd she's not back yet. She left me to be with Garrett quite awhile ago. Well...anyways I came to..."

Haldir pushed through Legolas. "Enough with the charades. I'll go find her." He then bumped Raven's shoulder hard and heavy as he quickly walked passed her in a pissed off state.

"Geez. RUDE!!"She obnoxiously screamed down the hall at Haldir as he marched off. "Well...I guess it's just you, me and the boy wonder now."

"Wrong Robin. Now leave." Legolas swung the door shut, but Raven stopped it with her hand.

"You both wear girly tights so.....anyways you haven't heard the good news I bring."

"What news could you possibly have that we would share interest in?"

"I bring news of and invitations to a masquerade ball. All Hallows' Eve. It was my mother's idea and Lestat has approved. It's going to be so wicked cool. The moon is supposed to be full too and even better...it will be a blood moon. Like...how perfect!! Since ya'll got nothin better to do during this whiteout, I assume you will come. It will be expected anyways and horribly insulting to the emcee Lestat if you dip."

Just then, Thranduil came out of the washroom in a change of robes. He was feeling recharged and was worried and Haldir looking for you did not make him feel at ease so he decided to go himself.

"Ooohhh la la." Raven said in a randy manner as she bit her lip and ogled him from head to toe. "Don't you clean up nice for a sprite. No wonder my sister digs you so much."

She went to touch his collar and Thranduil slapped his hand around her wrist mid air. "I would greatly advise you to keep your hands to yourself or you may lose one."

"Mrroww." she snapped and yanked her arm away. "You're lucky you're my sister's husband right now." It was clearly a barefaced threat.

"Get out of my way." Thranduil undauntingly ordered through his teeth.

She back up and watched him leave as her eyes turned sour orange.

Legolas grinned at her and slammed the door shut behind him as he followed his father.

You came to a torchlit stone stairwell and as you began to dash down the second flight, you stupidly looked behind you in fear causing you to miss a step and begin to fall.

All you could do was suck in a gasp and close your eyes.

As you were helplessly diving forward, cold strong arms swiftly and gracefully swept you into the air knocking a squeal out of you and the book to the floor. The fear of it being Lestat was immediately gone when you smelled the irresistible maple syrup. You lifted your head and smiled as he twirled you around near the ceiling. "Garrett! You saved me...and my daughter."

"I told you I'd be around and that I would never leave you." he proudly said with a wink. You hugged him so tight as he slowly danced you in circles on the descent to the ground.

Haldir was coming around the corner and witnessed the entire encounter between you and the elven enemy.

Neither of you saw him and just as he was about to reveal himself, a hand seized his arm. He turned to find Raven slyly surveying you and Garrett. "Wait...shhhh. Come here." She whispered and pulled him a few feet around the corner.

He tore his arm away from her with an appalled look. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Will you just shut up and listen?"

"I will not spy on her. Why would I do that? I am going to go get Jo and take her back to her husband where she belongs."

"Oh please spare me the virtuous honorable loyal bullshit. You don't feel she belongs with him any more than you like me. You secretly still pine for her, wishing she was yours, dreaming of fucking her like you did befo..."

"Shut your filthy mouth. Do not ever speak about her in that manner again....wait...how..."

"Donnn't worry Haldy, she didn't tell me that. She didn't have to. When we spoke of you, it was written all over her face and her defense of you to me."

"She...she spoke of....and defended me?"

"Is there an echo in here? Yeaaahh. Pretty much threatened to kick my ass if I ever harmed you. God, you look and sound like a pathetic little heartsick puppy. Look...you and I can't stand each other."

"Understatement.."

"AND...we don't ever have to like each other, but...we can certainly help each other."

"And why the hell would I ever do that? What help could you possibly offer me?"

"You burn for her. I burn for him. We can work together to get what we want. Allies per se."

"I knew you were mental but this is....besides...she does not want Garrett. She is madly in love with Thranduil and that will never change...trust me. I should know." Haldir's eyes fell to the ground.

"Are you sure about that marchwarden? I mean...she did do you. Must be some feelings there of some sort." Raven debated as she peered around the corner and watched you and Garrett.

"It's all one sided. Her feelings for me are purely a love for a best friend, which is all she considers me as." he said as he also peeked around the corner.

"Ha! Best friends with benefits though, so there's more to it than that. Trust me, her defense of you was insane."

"Look! It was one time....ok twice but...it only happened because she thought he had been unfaithful. We've been through a lot together. But....she always chooses Thranduil."

"You can spin it any way you like. But somehow I get the feeling you both would die for each other. If that ain't love, I don't know what is."

"Enough of this. She is your sister that you have just met and you want to conspire against her? And Thranduil and myself are finally in a better place. I kind of like having my head attached to my body. I would think you do also. You cannot make someone love you."

"I don't see it as conspiring, just merely taking Garrett's attention away from her and guiding it to me. Besides, like you said, she loves Thranduil."

"And there it is. How does this help me? This is all about getting what you want. As mush as it makes me ill to say it, Garrett's affections for Jo will not just stop. He is in love with her."

"Do not ever say that to me again!" Raven fumed.

"It is only obvious truth that I speak. You are living in some delusional fantasy. A crush. You know nothing of love. I love Jo more than anything and when you love some one in such a way, you do for them what makes them happy, even if it tears your heart out. I will not let you hurt her. You were right. I would die for her. Now, I am going to go to her and let her know what her loving sister is planning."

"Like hell you are." Raven swayed her hand at Haldir as he tried to leave and slammed him against the wall, then slowly clenched her fist as she held it in his direction, which began to choke him. "You will speak nothing of this to no one and you will do as I ask or....see this?" She held her other hand up and twirled her fingers. A flame appeared and danced about the tips. "Your precious Jo will pay the price for your defiance. One little POOF and she'll be burning...all for you."

"You...s..sick little...." he coughed.

"Ah ah ah Haldy. Watch your tone."

"She....is your..sis...sister...and..w...with child! Your...moth...mother will kill...you."

"Your point is? Since when have I cared about children? Ya'll bought that little act earlier hook line and sinker. It wasn't hard at all hiding my true self from you. Although the Elvenking is tougher than I planned but he'll be handled soon enough...And fuck that hag. She is no mother. It's time I take my life back. Besides...you can easily get what you want very very soon if you cooperate. Thrandaddy won't be an issue much longer. Garrett was mine first! No one is going to take him away from me. And if they try, they will suffer a great loss as well. Jo is no better than me. All these men drooling at her feet makes me sick....SO...how bout we just hang out here for a minute to let you ponder on your options. But I think we both know the one you will choose."

"This...will all...backfire on..you. Jo...she will see right...through you. Thran....Thranduil already...does."

"Hush now hidden hero nevermore." Raven's eyes were purely diabolical matching that of her sinister words.

The marchwarden was slowly losing consciousness as he whispered..."Jo...I love you."

"So...will you walk me back to my room please?"

Garrett sweetly smiled. "Sure thing. Don't forget that book."

"Got it." Off you both went down the hallway. Garrett was too caught up in you to have heard the manipulations of the nefarious Raven.

Down the hall was a chair by a window, with a black feline perched upon it watching the snow fall.

"Oh my god Garrett look! A kitty!! Here kitty kitty kitty." you chirped as you crept up to him. The jet black pussycat gazed upon you with his curious golden spheres, then greeted you with a tender meow and a head nudge against your hand.

Garrett smiled at the two of you. "I told you Lestat had a cat. That's Louie. This entire wing was Louis'. Maybe you noticed the 2 stone cat statues on the stairs before your....flight?"

"Ha! I saw them after we landed." you giggled. "So I take it Louis was an animal lover? Was Louie his?"

"Yeah. He was just a kitten when Louis brought him in but then all that happened with Raven and he left, never giving the cat a name, so Lestat named him. Which you can see why he chose that name."

"Awww. Well, it was so nice to meet you Sir Louie. I hope we will meet again. Have a nice window viewing." You stroked the purring feline's head and then you and Garrett continued on down the hall.

As you both turned a corner, there was a large gothic style mirror on the wall.

You glanced into it as you passed it, then gasped. Garrett stopped but would not turn around. He knew you had seen his reflection. It was the one Marius told you about, the only mirror that would cast a vampire's image.

"Garrett....I..."

"Can we keep going?" he said in a disgruntled tone without looking back.

"S...sure." you replied and continued on beside him. You felt so incredibly sad for him, and now worried about how he was going to react to the painting you asked Marius to create of him. You didn't have to wait any longer though.

"Jo...G! Wait up..." Raven called from down the hall behind you. You turned and saw a very distraught Haldir with her as Raven carried something quite large that was covered with a cloth.

You immediately went up to him. "Haldir? What are you doing with her? Are...you alright?"

He fake smiled. You could tell. And he wouldn't look you in the eyes. "Yes. I am alright. I was just out looking for you and came across her in the hall."

"Oh...is everything alright?? Is Thranduil Ok??? I was trying to get back and I got lost. Garrett found me and was helping me."

"Yes Jo...Thranduil is doing much better now. He was with Legolas when I left."

You tilted you head at him and laid your hand upon his cheek. "Haldir...are you sure you're alright? Your voice...it seems a little raspy."

"Oh that...yes well. I believe it is from your mother's smoke out earlier. I will be fine. Do not worry about me Jo. What are you doing with the likes of him??" Haldir was right when he told Raven you would know something was wrong and you certainly did.

"O...Ok...well. The likes of him helped you, Legolas and Aragorn which you failed to tell me about." You huffed. "Or did you have one of those brain farts and forget? You could thank him you know."

"I will do no such thing. And your husband is livid that you have been with Garrett when you told him you would be with Raven and then be back soon."

"And just how did he know that?"

"Your ever so worried sister came to check on you and gladly informed me of your whereabouts." Thranduil's voice angrily sounded from the other direction. You spun around to see him holding and stroking Louie while Legolas stood at his side glaring at Raven.

The cat saw her and hissed. "Be gone you little maggot before I slip some rat poison into your milk." A low emitted growl rose from the furious feline as he jumped from Thranduil's arms, baring an arched back with all hairs and tail fluffed out like a porcupine.

"Raven!! Leave him alone! It's alright Louie. I will not let her hurt you. Come here kitty." The cat circled in a figure eight through your legs, then stretched his front paws up your thigh asking to be picked up. You obliged and held him snug to reassure him he was safe, which only infuriated Raven more that you were desired and she was not.

"I was only kidding geez! I would never hurt LeBrat's precious Louie. He's all he has left of the dearly departed Louis. Well, departed as in flew the coupe. Only ever cared about himself."

"From what I hear, you're the reason he left?" you asked to see her reaction.

She immediately glared at Garrett. "I see you've been telling my sister stories huh? You know he tends to exaggerate on things Jo. G..why would you do that?"

"I only told her the truth Clover. She deserves to know."

"My name is RAVEN thank you." she snapped.

"I have heard enough. Josephine. Let's go. It seems we have things to discuss." Thranduil's tone told you he was less than pleased at finding you with the vampire.

"Wait! Since everyone is all here, I have something you might all enjoy, especially you G." She didn't even explain and just ripped the cloth off the object she fondled. She saved the bogus explanation for the aftermath.

There was the painting of Garrett and how she got her hands on it was baffling beyond measure.

Everyone stood in silence gawking at the artwork. Garrett stumbled back against the wall with a look of horror and panic all over his face.

"G...don't be such a drama King. Jo had this made for you out of the kindness of her heart."

You knew he may react negatively but not like this. It may have gone much smoother if he hadn't been caught off guard in such a deceiving manner. You were shaking and slowly walked over to Garrett. "I...I...It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was going to tell you first...Garrett, please try to understand, let me explain. I..I don't know how she got it!"

"I do!!" Marius swept in with steam coming out of his ears and bee lined straight for Raven. "How dare you enter my chambers and take what does not belong to you! Let's go!!"

"Oh Marius. Take a chill pill. The painting was done and just sitting there collecting dust. It was so beautiful that I became overly impatient and wanted G to see it. What's the big deal?? Ya'll act like it's the end of the world."

To Garrett, it was. You caught a glimpse of his betrayed tear stained eyes before he whooshed away at an incredible velocity, blowing your hair and dress back. His eyes...they were....human.

"Garrett!!! Wait!! I'm sorry!!!" You whirled around to Raven in pure rage. "What the fuck is wrong with you!!"

"Me?? What is wrong with you!? You're the one who had it done for him so why are you so hot and bothered that he saw it??"

"You are either completely dense or as wicked as our mother. I'm willing to bet on wicked. You did this on purpose! Why would you hurt him like that?"

She belted out a laugh. "Me hurt him? You're the one who had the stupid painting made when you knew he didn't want to see himself!"

"Then why did YOU show him if you knew that huh?? You just wanted him to be angry with me because you're jealous! and you intentionally went to Thranduil to twist the knife. Oh sister dear, I see right through you."

"Jealous?? You should watch what you say to me. Don't you have a husband you should be worried about cuz I think you should...You've already managed to alienate not one, but now two of your groveling men. Soon you'll have none." She smirked as she peered behind you.

You turned and saw Thranduil walking away. "Thranduil!" You ran after him and grabbed his arm. "Please wait. Don't go."

"Wait for what? To watch you argue over another whom is my sworn enemy? One who has committed foul acts upon you? Upon us both? Yet over and over, you help him. Seems I should have let you turn the day he bit you since you desire the dead's presence over mine."

You sucked in a loud squeak at his sharp tongue. Thranduil then flipped around and charted off with a confused Legolas in tow.

"Legolas??" you called after him. He half turned to only see his profile and then continued on.

"Make that three." Raven gloated. "But hey, hunky Haldy's still here waiting for a piece of that sweet cherry pie."

You felt fire boiling in your blood as your fingers clenched into a fist. Haldir's eyes grew large as he knew what was going to happen but he couldn't react fast enough. BAM! You swung and busted her right across her jaw. With her being half human, it didn't hurt as much as it did when you cold cocked Garrett. She grabbed her mouth and whipped her head back to you in utter shock.

She laughed a most malevolent laugh. "Ohhh you should not have done that." Her head snapped to Haldir. "I'll just remove number four for you as well." Raven raised her hand towards him as her eyes and fingertips burned of molten lava. "This is for my father!!!"..............

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doomordestiny · 8 months

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she ponder on my orb till i- [GUNSHOT]

who up pondering they orb

#its all fun and games until Your orb gets pondered :/

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precariouswizardry · 1 year

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she's pondering my orb till I the horrors

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good-wizard · 10 months

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She ponder on my orb till i-

*there is loud banging on the door, I look up from my ancient artifact- they found me*

#wizard posting #pondering the orb #wizard

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wlwill0w · 2 months

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She bitin my mayo packet till I squirt

She ponders my orb till I foresee the ultimate demise

I'm really sorry if you read this

#trans #:3 #sillyposting #queer #lesbian

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medievaldiscoball · 8 months

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I didn't do wrestling for long (1 varsity season a while back) , but it certainly made me more lazy. Now whenever I consider doing or want to do something physically involved, I just get super vivid mental images of that type of burn in your muscles that feels like it was rubbed in and shoot across your fibers. I also knotted my biceps so badly that it was excruciating to use a pencil, naturally I had to take a long 3 hour hand written exam during this period.

There's not really a funny here, uh.... so take a shitty joke I made a few days ago.

She ponder on my orb till I vision.

#196 #training #I'm not alone right?#at least I got some funny quotes out of it

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badthoughtsunhealthyhabits · 1 year

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she ponder on my wizard till I orb

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plumso · 3 years

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in your eyes

pairing: Cedric Diggory x fem!Reader

summary: Cedric, a hardworking student who wants to make everyone around him proud, feels vulnerable when around you, and so he tries to avoid you at all cost.

warnings: n/a

A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfiction (on this site hehe), and I’m glad that it’s about my favorite boy Ced :) Please enjoy and let me what you think!

I do not give permission for my work to be reposted!

music suggestion: the luckiest by Ben Folds

I do not own the image

Sprawled in the middle of the Quidditch field with her comfy blanket laid underneath her, Y/N stared into the depths of the starry night. Though it was a dark, moonless, and cloudless night, it made it all the more easier to see the stars and the meteor shower. With each striking, short-lived comet painted on the sky, she giggled and mentally counted every shooting star she was lucky to witness.

No one wanted to join her tonight; it was far too cold and risky to sneak out in the middle of the night to see a bunch of stars. However, she wasn’t alone. Little did she know that she had a spectator.

Cedric Diggory. One of the most beloved students of Hogwarts. He had Quidditch practice earlier that day and accidentally left some of his belongings on the side of the field. And so, using his prefect advantages, he decided to venture into the black, cold night to retrieve his things. Though, he quickly realized he wasn’t the only one there once he saw a single light emitted by a wand.

He begrudgingly started to approach the strange light. Though he appreciated the honor of becoming a prefect, he quickly grew tired of the rigidness. Scolding a fellow student was emotionally draining, and he genuinely hated seeing the pained look on their faces.

Before he reached the middle of the field, he stopped his tracks. The light from the wand glowed its beholder’s face, revealing the beautiful smile that Cedric dreaded. Y/N.

Cedric remembered the day he first met her. It all started from the anxiously exciting train ride to Hogwarts in their first year, and the pair was coincidentally sitting next to each other. He remembered the massive number of kids entering Hogwarts that year and how her shoulders were leaning against his. Trying to avoid how conscious he was feeling around her, he conversed with the other students and laughed at all the myths the older students were trying to make the younger ones believe. Y/N, however, just sat there, observing the other students and Cedric. To him, it felt like her eyes were burning holes into him each time she gazed at him, but he pretended like he didn’t notice.

The whole train gradually quieted down as it neared Hogwarts. Many fell asleep, quickly tiring themselves out from all the excitement. However, Cedric and Y/N were still awake. Not a word daring to leave their lips, they simply stared outside the window and idly admired the passing scenery before them.

The silence was surprisingly comforting. This was strange to Cedric considering he always felt obligated to talk to others. But he somehow didn’t feel the need with Y/N, even though they haven’t properly introduced themselves yet.

Then, out of nowhere, Y/N turned her head to face Cedric, her eyes immediately on his. Cedric, shocked and conscious about how close they were, averted his eyes. He kept darting it everywhere except on her, but once he glanced over her eyes, he was stuck. As if there was a magnetic force beneath her kind orbs, he couldn’t pull away, even though his mind kept telling him to snap out of it.

After a few seconds (which felt like eons to Cedric), Y/N struck her hand forward and smiled. “Hi. I’m Y/N,” she said sweetly.

Breaking their eye contact to then stare at her hands, he gently held onto it and shook it. “Hi, I’m Cedric.”

Ever since that day, Cedric steered clear from her. He made sure that their friend groups didn’t coincide and that he sat far away from her in classes that they shared. It was also relatively easy to keep his mind off her, considering how busy he was with numerous social and academic events. However, in the rare moments in which he loosens his self-control, he lets his eyes wander to her. And, for some reason, she always seems to catch his stare.

Vulnerability has never been a comfortable feeling for Cedric. He always pushed himself for himself, his peers, and his father. “Nothing but the best for my son,” his father Amos would frequently say. Cedric would laugh when his father shows nothing but love and pride for his son, but it only added to his fear of disappointing him. And though slow nights would make Cedric ponder and contemplate on his obsessiveness to “be the best,” his mind would go back to his smiling father. And so, whenever he felt “weak,” he would have to remind himself that failure is not an option.

But his fears become nonexistent once he’s locked in her eyes. He felt bare under her gaze as if she saw his anxieties, his fears, his pride, his ego, his guilt – his soul. In her stare, he felt whole and complete, his fear melting away. And so, before he completely lost himself in her eyes, he breaks away from it.

Though they don’t hang around each other much, Cedric knew much about her. She was lighthearted, open, accepting, and spontaneous; she was a creative being that seemed to find beauty within everything. Cedric saw this by how Y/N always makes her friends laugh each morning, or by how she tries to sneakily sleep during potions class by laying her head on her propped arm and covering her eyes with her hand. And even till now, with her lazy figure sprawled comfortably on rough grass as dementors roam the school grounds, she longingly stares into the sky as if she wants to join be part of it.

Cedric stood only a couple of feet away from her, unsure of what to do. He must have looked like a complete creep, staring at an unknowing girl in the dark. But then, a gasp escaped from Y/N’s lips as she points at the sky. Cedric looks up and sees a small yet bright streak on the dark sky that lasted for only a millisecond. It was a shooting star. His first shooting star. Though he lived in a house along a great field with clear skies, he never saw a shooting star before. Perhaps his head was too focused on what was in front of him that he never bothered to look up.

A small chuckle to leave his lips. All the stress from the Triwizard competition, prefect duties, Quidditch captain responsibilities, and much more seemed nonexistent. He didn’t feel the need to fret or worry about it, his focus solely on the sky so he can see another beautiful shooting star.

However, his chuckle seemed to give his presence away.

“Cedric? Is that you?”

The light from Y/N’s wand was now on his face, thus causing him to squint. “Uh, yeah. It’s me.” Cedric said as he covers his eyes with his hands. “Sorry to spook you. I just left some stuff from Quidditch practice.”

“Oh,” Y/N said before putting her wand to the side.

Though it took quite some time for Cedric’s eyes to be adjusted to the dark again, his eyes wandered immediately onto hers. Unsurprisingly, hers was already on his. Their stare was long, as usual, but something was different about it: Cedric. Perhaps it was the shooting star or her calming presence, but he didn’t feel like putting up his usual guard. However, rather than Cedric pulling away from the gaze, it was Y/N this time. This shocked him.

“So,” Y/N softly said, “I suppose I’m in trouble now.”

While still a bit confused, he chuckled at her comment. “Seeing as this is your first offense, I’ll let you go. For now.”

She laughed, but it felt a bit heavy. A bit forced. “Well, I’ll start packing everything up now.”

“Oh, you don’t have to! You seem like you were having fun…” Cedric slowly stated, wondering if his comment revealed how he creepily stared at her not too long ago. “I don’t want to ruin your night.”

Y/N stared at him for a while, a puzzled look appeared on her face. She then nodded before looking up to the night sky. She silently stared at the stars for quite some time as Cedric studied her face. He greatly desired to know what she was thinking. It seemed like she was contemplating hard about something.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

This caught Cedric off guard. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always avoiding me. I thought you didn’t like me.”

Cedric felt guilt-ridden. He didn’t expect her to notice, yet he didn’t expect his actions to be obvious also. “I... I didn’t mean to avoid you. It’s just all so compl-“

“Have I done something to offend you?” Y/N shakily asked, the fear and hurt plain on her face. This panged Cedric’s heart.

“No!” Cedric exclaimed. “Not at all! That’s not why at all!”

“Then what? Why are you avoiding me?”

Cedric’s mouth hung open, hoping that words would automatically form for him, but no luck. His feet were fidgeting against each other as his eyes darted across the field, hoping that something will somehow help him answer the question. But then, his eyes fell upon her face.

Cedric thought she looked breathtaking. Her hair ruffled, most likely due to her excitedly moving around against her blanket each time she saw a shooting star; her nose slightly red from the cold breeze; her large scarf wrapped too loosely around her neck; her eyes shined from the tears that were brimming. He felt like he was melting again, but this time, he couldn’t pull away. He didn’t even want to either.

Cedric stopped fidgeting and warmly smiled. “Can I sit next to you?”

Taken aback, Y/N sat in shock for a few seconds before nodding and scooting over. Cedric then sits next to her, his shoulder slightly touching hers. Realizing this, he lightheartedly chuckles. Enjoying the sound of his laugh, Y/N grins and gives him a puzzled look, which Cedric answers with another chuckle. Y/N stares at him like he’s a mad man before joining him in laughter, the tense atmosphere dissipating as fast as it came.

The laughter then dies down a bit and is replaced with a comforting silence and smiles left on their face. Cedric then looks at Y/N and nudges her shoulder, thus causing her to look back at him. “Hey. I’m sorry. It’s not you, I can greatly assure you that. It’s just that… It’s really hard for me to talk about it, but…” Cedric started to feel anxious. After all, talking about his worries aloud was foreign and new to him. “When I’m with you, it feels different. Not that it’s bad! It’s just… I-It’s jus-“

Y/N places her hand on his and gently squeezes it before giving him a warm smile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it all now.” She says as she rubs the back of his hand with her thumb. “I get it.”

Cedric stares at her for a while, his heart fluttering and his stomach churning. New feelings that were deep within him seemed to be sprouting now that he allowed himself to pour some light on it.

He smiles back at her as he thoroughly enjoys the feeling of her hands on his. “Thanks.”

Thus, they then retreat to their comforting silence as they stare back at the night sky. They excitedly pointed out each shooting star they saw as they stole glances of each other here and there. Dreading the morning sun, they continued to sit in the freezing dark with their hands still touching and their shoulders still leaning against each other.

#cedric diggory #harry potter #hp #cedric #cedric diggory x reader #hp fanfic #cedric oneshot #robert pattinson

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madhyanas · 2 years

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she pondering my orb till i realise

#tings

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bogkeep · 3 years

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hmmmmmmmmmm maybe i’ll write an Introspective Musing Post about my relationship to religion and their depiction in stories because i’ve pondering about this topic lately

so for those who are reading this and DON’T know what’s been going on... there’s this webcomic i fell in love with some years ago, about six years actually, that depicts a post-apocalyptic fantasy/horror adventure set in the nordic countries. it had, and has still, some very uncomfortable flaws regarding racial representation, and the creator has historically not dealt very well with criticism towards it. it’s a whole Thing. my relationship with this comic has fluctuated a lot, since there are a lot of elements in it i DO love and i still feel very nostalgic about, and like idk i felt like i trust my skills in critical thinking enough to keep reading. aaand then the creator went a teensy bit off the deep end created a whole minicomic which is like... a lukewarm social media dystopia where christians are oppressed (and also everyone is a cute bunny, including our lord and saviour jesus christ). which is already tonedeaf enough considering there are religious people who DO get prosecuted for their faith, like, that’s an actual reality for a lot of people - but as far as i can tell, usually not christians. and then there’s an afterword that’s like, “anyway i got recently converted and realized i’m a disgusting human being full of sin who doesn’t deserve redemption but jesus loves me so i’ll be fine!! remember to repent for your sins xoxo” and a bunch of other stuff and IT’S KIND OF REALLY CONCERNING i have, uh, been habitually looking at the reactions to and discussions around this, maybe it’s not very self care of me but there’s a lot of overwhelming things rn and it’s fantastically distracting, yknow? like, overall this situation is fairly reminiscent of the whole jkr thing. creator of a series that is Fairly Beloved, does something hurtful, handles backlash in a weird way, a lot of people start taking distance from Beloved Series or find ways to enjoy it on their own terms, creator later reveals to have been fully radicalized and releases a whole manifesto, and any and all criticism gets framed as harassment and proving them right. of course, one of them is a super rich person with a LOT of media power and a topic that is a lot more destructive in our current zeitgeist, and the other is an independent webcomic creator, so it’s not the same situation. just similar vibez ya feel as a result of this, i have been Thinking. and just this feels like some sort of defeat like god dammit she got me i AM thinking about the topic she wrote about!!! i should dismiss the whole thing!!! but thinking about topics is probably a good thing so hey lets go. me, i’m agnostic. i understand that this is a ‘lazy’ position to take, but it’s what works for me. i simply do not vibe with organized religion, personally. (i had the wikipedia page for ‘chaos magic’ open in a tab for several weeks, if that helps.) i was raised by atheists in a majorly atheist culture. christian atheist, i should specify. norway has been mostly and historically lutheran, and religion has usually been a private and personal thing. it turns out the teacher i had in 7th grade was mormon, but i ONLY found out because he showed up in a tv series discussing religious groups in norway later, and he was honestly one of the best teachers i have ever had - he reignited the whole class’ interest in science, math, and dungeons and dragons. it was a real “wait WHAT” moment for my teenage self. i think i was briefly converted to christianity by my friend when i was like 7, who grew up in a christian family (i visited them a couple times and always forgot they do prayers before dinner. oops!), but like, she ALSO made me believe she was the guardian of a secret magic orb that controls the entire world and if i told anybody the world would burn down in 3 seconds. i only suspected something was off when one day the Orb ran on batteries, and another day the Orb had to be plugged in to charge. in my defense i really wanted to be part of a cool fantasy plot. i had no idea how to be a christian beyond “uuuuh believe in god i guess” so it just faded away on its own. when i met this friend several years later, she was no longer christian. i think every childhood friend of mine who grew up in a christian family, was no longer christian when they grew up. most notably my closest internet friend whose family was catholic - she had several siblings, and each of them took a wildly different path, from hippie treehugger to laveyan satanist or something in that area. (i joined them for a sermon in a church when they visited my town. my phone went off during it because i had forgotten to silence it. oops!) ((i also really liked their mother’s interpretation of purgatory. she explained it as a bath, not fire. i like that.)) i have never had any personal negative experiences with christianity, despite being openly queer/gay/trans. the only time someone has directly told me i’m going to hell was some guy who saw me wearing a hoodie on norway’s constitution day. yeah i still remember that you bastard i’ve sworn to be spiteful about it till the day i die!! i’ve actually had much more insufferable interactions with the obnoxious kind of atheists - like yes yes i agree with you on a lot but that doesn’t diminish your ability to be an absolute hypocrite, it turns out? i remember going to see the movie ‘noah’ with a friend who had recently discovered reddit atheism and it was just really exhausting to discuss it with her. one of these Obnoxious Atheists is my Own Mother. which is a little strange, honestly, because she LOVES visiting churches for the Aesthetic and Architecture. we cannot go anywhere without having to stop by a pretty church to Admire and Explore. I’VE BEEN IN SO MANY CHURCHES FOR AN ATHEIST RAISED NON-CHRISTIAN. i’ve been to the vatican TWICE (i genuinely don’t even know how much of my extended family is christian. up north in the tiny village i come from, i believe my uncle is the churchkeeper, and it’s the only building in the area that did not get burnt down by the the nazis during ww2 - mostly because soldiers needed a place to sleep. still don’t know whether or not said uncle believes or not, because hey, it’s Personal) i think my biggest personal relationship to religion, and christianity specifically, has been academic. yeah, we learned a brief synopsis of world religions at school (and i remember the class used to be called ‘christianity, religion, and ethics’ and got changed to ‘religion, beliefs, and ethics’ which is cool. it was probably a big discourse but i was a teen who didnt care), but also my bachelor degree is in art history, specifically western art history because it’s a vast sprawling topic and they had to distill it as best they could SIGHS. western art history is deeply entangled with the history of the church, and i think the most i’ve ever learnt about christianity is through these classes (one of my professors wrote an article about how jesus can be interpreted as queer which i Deeply Appreciate). i also specifically tried to diversify my academic input by picking classes such as ‘depiction of muslims and jewish people in western medieval art’ and ‘art and religion’ when i was an exchange student in canada, along with 101 classes in anthropology and archaeology. because i think human diversity and culture is very cool and i want to absorb that knowledge as best as i can. i think my exchange semester in canada was the most religiously diverse space have ever been in, to be honest. now as an adult i have more christian friends again, but friends who chose it for themselves, and who practice in ways that sound good and healthy, like a place of solace and community for them. the vast majority of my friends are queer too, yknow?? i’ve known too many people who have seen these identities as fated opposites, but they aren’t, they’re just parts of who people are. it’s like... i genuinely love people having their faiths and beliefs so much. i love people finding that space where they belong and feel safe in. i love people having communities and heritages and connections. i deeply respect and admire opening up that space for faith within any other communities, like... if i’m going to listen to a podcast about scepticism and cults, i am not going to listen to it if it’s just an excuse to bash religion. i think the search for truth needs to be compassionate, always. you can acknowledge that crystals are cool and make people happy AND that multi level marketing schemes are deeply harmful and prey on people in vulnerable situaitons. YOU KNOW???? so now’s when i bring up Apocalypse Comic again. one of the things i really did like about it was, ironically, how it handled religion. in its setting, people have returned to old gods, and their magic drew power from their religion. characters from different regions had different beliefs and sources. in the first arc, they meet the spirit of a lutheran pastor, who ends up helping them with her powers. it was treated as, in the creators own words, ‘just another mythology’. and honestly? i love that. it was one of the nicest depictions i’ve seen of christianity in fiction, and as something that could coexist with other faiths. I Vibe With That. and then, uh, then... bunny dystopia comic. it just... it just straight up tells you christianity is literally the only way to..?? be a good person??? i guess?? i’m still kind of struggling to parse what exactly it wanted to say. the evil social media overlord bird tells you the bible makes you a DANGEROUS FREETHINKER, but the comic also treats rewriting the bible or finding your own way to faith as something,, Bad. The Bible Must Remain Unsullied. Never Criticize The Bible. also, doing good things just for social media clout is bad and selfish. you should do good things so you don’t burn in hell instead. is that the message? it reads a lot like the comic creator already had the idea for the comic, but only got the urge to make it after she was converted and needed to spread the good word. you do you i guess!! i understand that she’s new to this and probably Going Through Something, and this is just a step on her journey. but the absolute self-loathing she described in her afterword... it does not sound good. i’m just some agnostic kid so what do i know, but i do not think that kind of self-flagellating is a kind faith to have for yourself. i might not ever have been properly religious, but you know what i AM familiar with? a brain wired for ocd and intrusive thoughts. for a lot of my life i’ve struggled with my own kind of purity complex. i’ve had this really strange sensitivity for things that felt ‘tainted’. i’ve experienced having to remove more and more words from my vocabulary because they were Bad and i did not want to sully my sentences. it stacked, too - if a word turned out to be an euphemism for something, i could never feel comfortable saying it again. i still struggle a bit with these things, but i have confronted these things within myself. i’ve had to make myself comfortable with imperfection and ‘tainted’ things and accept that these are just, arbitrary categories my mind made up. maybe that’s the reason i can’t do organized religion even if i found one that fit for me - just like diets can trigger disordered eating, i think it would carve some bad brainpaths for me. so yeah i’m worried i guess! i’m worried when people think it’s so good that she finally found the correct faith even if it’s causing all this self-hate. is there really not a better way? or are they just trusting she’ll find it? and yeah it’s none of my concern, it’s like, i worry for jkr too but i do not want her within miles of my trans self thANKS. so like, i DO enjoy media that explores faith and what it means for you. my favourite band is the oh hellos, which DOES draw on faith and the songwriter’s experience with it. because of my religious iliteracy most of it has flown over my head for years and i’m like “oh hey this is gay” and then only later realize it was about god all along Probably. i like what they’ve done with the place. also, stormlight archive - i had NO idea sanderson was mormon, the way he writes his characters, many of whom actively discuss religion and their relationship to it. i love that about the books, honestly. Media That Explores Religion In A Complex And Compassionate Way... we like that i’ve been thinking about my own stories too, and how i might want to explore faith in them. most of my settings are based on magic and it’s like, what role does religion have in a world where gods are real and makes u magic. in sparrow spellcaster’s story, xe creates? summons? an old god - brings them to life out of the idea of them. it’s a story about hubris, mostly. then there’s iphimery, the story where i am actively fleshing out a pantheon. there’s no doubt the gods are real in the fantasy version of iphimery, they are the source of magic and sustain themselves on slivers of humanity in exchange. but in the modern version, where they are mostly forgotten? that’s some room for me to explore, i think. especially the character of timian, who comes from a smaller town and moves to a large and diverse city. in the fantasy story, the guardian deity chooses his sister as a vessel. in the modern setting, that does not happen, and i don’t yet know what does, but i really want timian to be someone who struggles with his identity - his faith, his sexuality, the expectations cast upon him by his hometown... i’m sure it’s a cliché story retold through a million gay characters but i want to do it too okay. i want to see him carve out his own way of existing within the world because i care him and want to see him thrive!!! alrighty i THINK that’s all i wanted to write. thanks if you read all of this, and if you didn’t that’s super cool have a nice day !

#rambles #i wrote this for me and theres no obligation to read it

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Hey boo. I see your requests are open and I would love another medieval Bucky if you're vibing. Maybe something simple like Bucky cornering our reader in the corridor during a banquet and taking advantage of the distraction of the celebrations? Anyways, love you and your wonderful work.

❝ Forbidden Fruit

summary: as you mourn for the love of your life, unbeknownst to you, you catch the king’s eye.

pairings: dark king!Bucky x black!reader / former village witch!Wanda Maximoff x black!reader

Warnings: dub non-con, murder, choking, breeding .. ya know the whore vibes.

A/N: Requested by Roo, aka my wife — historical smut is our mutual kink. <3 another medieval Bucky?! Fuck yes. I’m drooling right now. And dark medieval Bucky?! A fucking wet dream. I hope you enjoy this, Roo. I wrote it with love. <3

p.s. I was listening to this medieval cover of Creep, and it just fit the mood for me. Medieval covers of modern songs is my JAM. P.s.s. I haven’t written in over two years so sorry if I’m rustyyyy <33

(Creep medieval cover)

Do Not Repost My Works!

Grief is a strange state of mind. You are alone -- loneliness constricts your soul -- in this world -- a blight of death lingers upon your days.

The stench of a decaying heart oozes from your pores, zombified mulling has become your stature -- living has now become a chore you could no longer bear.

Attempts to find solace in your small garden, or seek tedious conversations with your close confidantes -- Natasha, and Sharon -- in search of comfort -- but it was fruitless. Your soulmate was gone, burned into crisp.

Her brown auburn hair frayed in flames, her blood-curdling screams deafened your ears -- you can still hear her cries at night.

Hog-tied, and bound for a false crime -- the cheers and chants of kill the witch, kill the witch, kill the witch ring like crackling metal cowbells battering your eardrums.

The ashes of a smolder cadaver salvaged into an urn, tucked under your arm, scurrying in the dead of the night to bury her.

Dug a hole deep enough of a familiar grave -- tears watered the disturbed soil, as dirt and grit littered nimble fingers gingerly laid the urn to rest upon the coffin.

Here lies the brave warrior, Pietro Maximoff, a Slovakian immigrant, who died in battle in honor of King Barnes, now reunited in the afterlife with his other-half -- Wanda.

A brother and sister now soaring high among the clouds, two pure souls now cradled in the hands of the almighty Lord -- the heavens have gained another angel.

Putrefying flesh forced to be paraded in stitched elegant cloth crafted by your hands, forced to attend a banquet -- not just a regular fest -- no -- the young princess of the royal Barnes family has been wedded off, Princess Rebecca of Brooklynite now bares the noble title, Queen Rumlow.

The palace erupted in splendor, overwhelming in joyous celebration. The wind band at full swing -- drunk royal allies merrily wailing, and dancing upon the banquet floor.

By default of your entrusted role of handmaiden, and personal dressmaker of the youthful highness -- you were expected to make an appearance.

The atmosphere was flooded by a mouth-watering aroma, platters of cooked meals -- pig head, wild game, smoked fish, roasted peacock, cut steamed vegetables, sweetened desserts, and dried fruit coated in dribbled honey.

The Great Hall is decorated in silk curtains draping on the high windows, never-ending refills of ale, lively minstrels, and troubadours of noble high-regards. King Barnes will go above and beyond of excellent splendor for his sister.

The royal family is seated at the stretched mahogany table at the center of the corridor: King Barnes, his mother Queen Barnes on his right, his sister on his left. Beyond seated next to the aging monarch was the curia regis, himself -- Steven Rogers.

Swathed combed blonde-hair, piercing blues, sharp mighty jaw, magenta and navy color patterns resemble him to be a pampered aristocrat, but he holds himself to be a knight -- ready for the fight of honor.

A bitter taste lingers in your mouth, as you witness Steve shamelessly flirt with Sharon. It hasn’t been nearly a year since his “betrowed” Dutchess Peggy Carter has passed, and now he mingles with her youngest niece.

You often ponder if he used Peggy’s status to gain more of popularity favor, and her wealth? He does prance in fancier clothing -- besides the ones Bucky spoils him with.

You never brought the conversation to Sharon, fearing to offend her, and provoke her mourning of her great aunt. But the tasteless courtship nerves you.

King Barnes cheekily pecks his sweet little sister on the cheek as she sits by his side with a pure grin clasping onto her new husband’s hand -- as you sulk in the farthest corner, distancing yourself from the lively crowds.

If it was left to your decision, you would be isolated in your chambers -- drowning in your tears, and mead. It’s been three full moons since the passing of your lover, and the wound of mourning is still fresh.

You stole a glance at Rebecca, envy’s hideous head rearing -- why couldn’t you be in love? Why has fate -- the heavens -- have forgotten you so? The creamy white fabric sewn, and gracefully stitched draped her magnificently, her natural beauty gleams.

Skin as fresh milk luster within opulent cloth, satin silk embroidered with lace under the cuff. A lace trimming that separates the top of the sleeve from the bottom cuff which is adorned with silver and pearl brooches — as if you captured the twinkling night stars, shooting moonbeams and soft haunting orbs sunlight to fabric.

A sense of pride hummed over you.

At last, you buried the jealousy deep in your shattered cavity, genuinely happy that at least love still prevails.

Mindlessly plucking ripped pieces of fessant off your plate, popping it into your mouth, as the heel of your other palm propped you up by your chin -- hazily staring at the drunken fools berating themselves.

Your other hand flickering with your long braids -- fingers twirling, the curled ends grazing against your chavile.

Your brown orbs scan the room, hazily observing the charade, till you reach back to a giggling Rebecca -- your breath hitched.

Cerulean pools pierce through you, sternly unwavering. Five seats away from you is his Majesty himself, Barnes. Gawking at you intensely, like a wolf sniffing out his prey.

Your eyes widened, frozen in your seat. He lifted his chin up, his hues looking you up and down -- as if he was inspecting you. It made your skin crawl, immediately pulling your gaze from his.

Luckily everyone was drunkenly distracted, unable to see the king making daggers at you -- through your peripheral vision, he’s still staring at you.

Drinking from his goblet, above the rim was his pools peering at you. He finally tore away from you, at the very moment his sister, Rebecca tugged on his arm; hugging him. He caressed her cheek tenderly.

You nervously stand up, your shaky hands rubbing against your gown, drying your clammy sweat into the fabric.

Dashing feet snuck you out of your seat, quiet footfalls snuffed by uproarious chatter, and music. In a flash, you bolted out of the grand hall, exiting through a barren entryway; heading straight for your chambers.

Entirely missing Barnes’ amused grin, and arched brow. - Silence. The corridors were deafening, the only cadence is your nimble feet clicking against the pavement.

Splotches of ignited dimmed carnelian glow against your flesh gleaming a haunting sepia. Fingertips grazing against the stone walls to maintain balance from your tipsy stupor.

Confusion over-rides in your mind, why did King Barnes stare at me? So … intensely? Never has the king been so vehement before -- especially with me. Of all maidens, his attention falls upon me. Why?

Unanswered questions swirl in your head like furious wasps, stinging nerves throb painfully, soothing your temples by your tips, glossy quartz blankly glimpt at the lit torches nailed to the wall -- there she is. A small dark figure dances in the flames, thriving limbs swirl around; she’s in pain.

If you could just grab her, and keep her -- maybe she can sleep on a flower-bed, your own Thumbelina. Your heart aches, desperate fingers slowly try to touch the fire, but blazing heat torment you.

At last, just like before -- you couldn’t save her from her fate. The smoky figure stills, it waves solemnly, and simmers in ashes.

“Do you often stare at fire, my lady?” A husky timbre pulled you out of your trance, flinching at the sudden intrusion. Hot tears slip down your cheeks, quickly wiping it away.

Through blurry vision, shrouded in darkness, is Barnes. “No, your Highness. My apologies, I’ll take my leave now.” Fidgety fingers, and averted eyes, you turn to move away but he caught your elbow.

“Do not apologize, I’m sorry if I offended you.” Barnes pulled your body closer to him, offering a small smile. Both gigantic paws grip your elbows, “No, your Highness. You haven’t offended me.” You meekly spoke, a timid smile, shallow breathing.

“Bucky.” You snapped your head upwards, “Beg your pardon?” You quizzically question him, “I bessek you to call me, Bucky.” You gasped at him, soft shake of the head in refusal. His voice was kind, but it came off as more of a demand.

“Your Hig--” He glared at you, cowering underneath his intense stare, “Bucky, that would be inappropriate of me. It’s not my place.” He shushed you, his knuckles nuzzling your cheek.

“Tis only fair, we’ve known each other for a few years.” The spot where his fingers touched heated, tingling. Traveling the terrain of your face, fingers find refuge in your hair, toying with the silk ribbons woven within the braiding, intently inspecting.

“Rebecca’s gown is magnificent. Your touch is impeccable.” Twirling curled ends pinched between his fingers tips.

“I thank you.” You awkwardly lower your eyes away from him, his finger lifting your chin, “You’ve been crying.” His brows furrow, inspecting your sheen eyes. “Why ales you?” His palm cups your face, lowering his face closer to you, low pants of fear, you tilted your head away from him, a cough to cover the awkwardness.

“Nothing, Bucky.” You finally free yourself from his grasp, the brisk air from the open windows cooling your skin.

Walking towards the stone window, staring at the village located in the distance -- a burnt wooden pillar stood mockingly in the village square. Your facial lines morphed in discomfort, sobs wrecked your chest.

Bucky’s warm palms contrasted your icy skin, twisting you around to face him, “Please do not cry, such a beauty shouldn’t be pained with sorrow.” Bucky’s nose flared, his eyebrows twisted sympathetically. Cupping your cheeks, his thumbs swiping away tears.

Bucky slipped into a trance of adoration. You weren’t like the other noble women who would bleed themselves to achieve pale skin.

He can inquire of a memory of his former flame, Dutchess Dorothy -- who he fondly donned Dot -- who would walk weakly due to losing some blood. When he asked her why would she harm herself, she would tenderly reply, “Beauty is pain, my King.”

But you didn’t have to reach extreme techniques. No, you were a specimen of worldly beauty. “Bucky?” you tried to coax him out of his trance; his dilated eyes, and curled smile sent a shiver down your spine. Your dainty palms hold onto his hands, weak tugs to free your face -- but it is fruitless.

“Your Highness, please release me.” Your timid voice broke his haze, he growled lowly, “I thought I told you to call me, Bucky?” A grin, all teeth.

“My apologies.” Your watery eyes instinctively travel to your right, eyeing the burnt log standing proudly beyond the distance, hiding among the wild trees of the royal acres -- you sniveled a bit. A snort stralted you.

“A fitting punishment for such sorcery.” Bucky sneered, a smug smile as he stared out in the distance. Your eyes snapped back at him. Your nose flared, rage, and grief murking deep in your gut, strangling your spirit.

“I disagree.” Stern, and hardened. “Disagree?” Bucky glared at you, “A witch was among my circle, and you disagree?” Bucky’s hands left your cheeks, gripping your shoulders harshly.

“She wasn’t a witch, but a healing doctor.” You winced, earning a hiss, “You’re hurting me.” You cried, as Bucky towered over you.

His snarling face hairs away from yours, “Hurting you? Not as much as you have hurt me over the few years.” He angrily pleaded, pushing you against a nearby stone wall, his weight pinning you.

“How have I hurt you?” Your confusion befuddles you. Limbs wiggling under his clutch, like a hungry wolf, Bucky’s nose nuzzling your scalp, inhaling his sweet aroma of rosewater, and a twinge of spikenard. He grunted from the deep inhale, you stiffened -- truly terrified.

“Two years of desiring you.” His nose trailing from your hair, to the terrain of your forehead to your nose, heavy breath against your cupid-bow.

“Watching you being tainted by that sinful wench.” His hushed roar makes you whine, shutting your eyes as hot tears trail down your cheeks.

Bucky’s lips hairs-away from yours, “I remember when I first met you, when you were engaged to that local blacksmith, I felt immense rage.” He mumbled against your mouth, “How can a peasant have your hand in promise?”

You trembled in his touch, “--but I broke it off with him--” Bucky cut you off, “Yes! To be with that foul woman!” He nibbled on your chin, “I later saw the signs. I watched you glance at her. Lovingly. Remember the walls see all.” Bucky exhaled as he hovered his mouth over yours, the tip of his tongue tantalizing outward.

“Sneaky fingers reaching for each other. I am your shadow. I see what you do, even when I wasn’t around -- I have even watched you slumber a few times, I touched myself as you slept.”

He inhaled once again deeply with gravel. “I loathed her whenever she slept by you.” You were taken-back at his confession, Bucky leaned into your ear, “I have even witnessed you touch yourself in the dead of the night; you coming undone is such a sight.”

His husky timbre sent shivers down your spine, “I had to be rid of her.” That was the hay that broke the camel back.

Impulsively you bite at his shoulder, your teeth sinking into his flesh, he groaned but not in pain. He growled, “That’s what I love about you, my dove. That fiery bite.” You unlatched your teeth, you squirmed beneath him; he tightened his grip on you.

“You killed her! Why?!” you cried, babbling at your words, “Why Bucky?” Clinging onto the fabric of his silk robe. Tears flood your cheeks, dripping down your chin, Bucky’s unrelenting hands cupped your face once again.

Menacing oceanic meets fearsome brown orbs, brows furrowed -- the glow of fire above ignites upon him, illuminating a crown of malice -- the face of the Devil himself.

“I had too, my dove. At first, I was just going to make her spend her days in the dungeon. But then, those -- love letters, promises of running away. It gave me more reason to discard her!” Bucky smashed his lips against yours, all teeth and tongue. Gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to open wide for his intrusion.

“That whoring wench was going to take you from me!” Bucky’s tongue dove inside your mouth, you gurgled in disgust as his tongue toyed with yours.

“I will burn down the whole kingdom in search of you.” Bucky declared. A wicked kiss of sin. Furious fingers tug at the hem of your dress, nails scrap your flesh as Bucky rips your bodice at the seams; your chest, and belly now exposed to the elements.

Your breasts heave free, and he licks his lips like a rabid dog. “Beautiful.” He mutters as you stand frozen in fear as if roots from the soles of your feet grew within the flooring. Bucky’s hands find your breasts, rubs his thumbs over the nipples, mixing with the cool air bellowing from outside -- your nipples erect.

Your heartbeat thrumming rapidly in your chest, a harsh rhyme matching the muffled cadence from the grand hall. Nibbling your neck, tasting the salt of your skin. Sneaky hands rummage through layers of fabric of your dress; Bucky knelt a bit to bunch your dress upward.

“Please --” You begged, more fresh tears brimming your eyes. “Silence, my love.” Bucky shushed you tenderly. He yanks your hosens, tearing the linen to pieces, exposing your mound. His knuckles glide within your velvet folds, his fingers soaking in your juices. Popping his fingers in his mouth, moaning at yout taste.

“Delicious.” He grumbled. You gain some ounce of confidence, moving your feet to dash out of his grasp, but you fail. You stumble on your feet, as Bucky man-handles you against the wall.

“Stop it!” He barked. Twisting you in his arms, maneuvering you around as your cheek squash against the stone wall. Pinning you with his weight, his chest against your back; his hand wedges between the wall pavement and your stomach.

You try to scream, but he quickly slaps his palm against your lips.

“I shall give you my seed. Let it bloom inside your womb.” Bucky rubbing your exposed belly, his warm breath fanning in your ear, “You will give me an heir.” You whined against his thick fingers squishing your lips shut, hot tears squeeze out shut eyes.

“You should be so grateful.” He hissed, slightly shaking your head by his grip, “Many women have tried to bed me, to gain the gift of carrying my legacy. But they weren’t you -- it’s only been you.” Sloppy kiss on your cheek, a string saliva trailing from his lips. Tiny sobs pull out of you.

With the same palm that was touching your stomach now slithers its way to his undergarments, detaching his robe, so he can have more of a spacious reign. “I can’t wait to feel you, my love. Feel your wetness soak me.” He hissed.

Harshly arching your back towards him with the guide of his hand from your mouth traveling to your pelvis, separating your feet by his. Both his palms cup your ass cheeks, separating to reveal the valley of your gaping asshole to your slit.

Clutching his cock with his thick fingers, stroking it a bit as he hedged the swollen tip against your slick folds. Leaning against you, securing you, Bucky thrusts himself deep.

No hesitation nor preparation for you to adjust to his size. You shrill at his fullness -- thick with girth, and mighty long.

“What a sight you will be swollen with my child. Your breasts --” Quickly groping your tits, “Will carry the nectar of life. Not only will my child fest from you, but so will I.”

You babble incoherently as he plunges. Sobbing at the stretch, hissing as warm liquid slowly trickles down your thighs dripping on the cold floor.

He can’t stop -- but it’s too impulsive, too thrilling. Your face is forced to tilt, facing him, sticky kisses, and moans. Your folds were fluttering, red wine stains his tongue as it plays with yours, husky gruff grunts against your gaped mouth between his fingers.

Moist slick gushing a bit from your pussy, coating his balls that slap against your swollen clit, you involuntarily clench onto him.

“Peach-sweet.” Bucky drinks, slurps your spit. A surge of euphoria surges throughout your body, shame floods you as your subconscious tries to float away to a lighter space.

Limbs go lax as you await the inevitable. An empty stare into his blue daggers, as if he wasn’t even there. Your nails digging into the gravel, futile escape. A sharp thrust against your g-spot made you cry out, breaking the daze of compliance “Don’t. Never try to escape me. You will feel everything I give you.”

A creek of a door halts Bucky’s actions, you try to scream, but Bucky shoves his fingers between your lips. A familiar drunken cackle looms at the end of the hall, “Your Highness --” slurred, and taunting. “--Finally claiming your queen.” Bucky snorts, your eyes close in shame, your immodesty exposed to another gentleman -- but it wasn’t just any gentleman, it was Steve.

Bucky tugs your mouth by his fingers, moving your face to peer in the other direction. You screamed, despite it being muted by Bucky’s digits. Your teary eyes pleading with Steve, but he all but ignores you.

“You couldn’t wait till you got to your chambers.” Steve teased, a grin on his flushed face. A feminine chuckle approach behind Steve, a twirling stumbling body leans on his bicep, “Stevieee…” Appears is Sharon, her face is flushed pink.

“Oh --” She covers her mouth with her dainty fingers, “Well, what an interesting sight.” A knowing smirk on her face, she turns to Steve, “Darling, I feel like --” She stutters, “What’s that Greek chubby winged baby again?” Steve turns to her with an adoring smile.

“The one with the bow and arrow?” She wobbles a bit, fingers sloppily mimicking a shooting arrow; your brows dented in frustration, and confusion at her ignorance of your defilement.

“Cupid, love.” Steve steadies her, she squeals, “Cupid!” Sharon grabs both of Steve’s hands, pulling him along down the hall, she tsks at your fuming eyes. “Y/n, you should be glad. If I haven’t told Bucky about the letters, you would’ve left.”

Your eyes widened at her words, your own friend betrays you. “Alright, Sharon, time to leave the love-birds be. I must take you to my chambers.” Steve guides Sharon by the elbows, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Enjoy, punk.” A friendly jeer.

“As always, jerk.” Steve winks at you, as he pats Bucky on the back.

You dry-heave a bit, Bucky removes himself from your lips, shushing you, “Shh. Just enjoy it. Look at them.” Bucky points to the couple fading down the hall. “Steve did everything in his power to be with Sharon. You honestly believe he loved Peggy?”

Your shoulders firm, stiffening by the truth -- “A drop of Hemlock. A little favor from Dr. Banner. To everyone it was a weak-heart, to us” A flair of his wrist, “-- a mercy killing. She was old, and tiring.” Bucky gave you a small kiss on the cheek, stunned as you witness the confession of murder.

“Murderer.” You hiss. Bucky’s eyes hardened, “It’s not my only slaying.” He simpered, he snapped his hips against yours. You wail, bearing his teeth, “How you warm my cock. Soon my bed.”

Furious pasts, your body jolting against him, resuming his torment. As if your body wasn’t on display to his confidante, and your former friend.

A coil is slowly burning, and rolling inside the pit of your belly, no longer to hold back your cries. Teasing, stroking you to a dizzying climax.

Loose hands roaming your body, Bucky’s smug smile at your compliance, a delicious push. Heat blossoms in his eyes, “I love you.” It was breathy, and soft.

Erratic sloppy thrusts, your hips matching his -- reaching for that high, months of no touch. You should be repulsed by his, but just for this moment in time, you can pretend.

“I --” Pretend it's not his hands, a blurry vision of familiar brown locks, a strong Slovakian timbre of sweet whispers, “--I--”. Bucky urges you to say it, “Say it.”His voice hoarse, raw. Sweat beads at his brows.

You don’t hear him -- a kinder voice flows from him, morphing into the woman you mourn, and probably mourn for the rest of your life.

“Let go, moja láska.” Hot tears fall down your face, colliding down your chest. “I love you.” You shrill, you cum violently upon him, spraying the floor and his clothes, your thighs shaking and covered in slick. Bucky roars into his orgasm, painting your walls white.

Kisses on the nape of your neck, scarred, broken. “By fall, you will rule by me. Hopefully by then, you will be carrying my babe.” Bucky hummed, kissing you non-stop. But, you don’t hear him. You just keep hearing the ringing in your ears, the distant fog of Wanda’s voice fading into the darkness.

Gone.

Forever.

#buckybarnesplumwhore wrote this #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky barnes x reader smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff angst #medieval au #king bucky barnes #king bucky #dark marvel

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opalsdarkreadings · 3 years

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Devils Grin

Paring: Shinra x burned victim reader

Warning: Slight angst? (If you can call it that)

Notes : might make a part two to this! I really enjoy thei anime as much as My hero, but I’m taking a break till I finish up the manga

You understood why some people say it only takes one spark for your life to go up in flames. Nothing lasts, and nothing ever stays the same. The rainbow filled place you once knew crash before you shattering like glass.

Just in a matter of minutes everything you once knew and loved went up in smokes. Your home was now nothing more than ashes of what it used to be, that day plaguing your mind every time you closed your eyes. Left and right people were set ablaze and turned into those horrid creatures that haunt everyone’s nightmares and minds daily. That day you lost close friends, neighbors, and possible, a bit of your will to continue.

Having been caught in the crossfire of your friend turning, one minute laughing and reminiscing the old days, next you’re watching as they scream in agony as their bodies became engulfed in the flames of the infernal. Hands becoming claws as large as your upper body, talons as sharp as knives, their wails becoming more animalistic and demonic. You don’t remember much, or it’s that you choose not to bring up the memory, however; the most vivid part of that day is seeing a young man. Hair black as the ashes falling off your friend and eyes red as the flames burning before you, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. It was the grin he wore. The grin of the devil. Your mother uses to tell you, It spelled nothing but trouble. If so, why did you wake inside of the hospital instead of greeting your past loved ones? Why were you being left with only the burns of that day over your body? Why did the devil save you?

The soft ding of the door made your flinch from out your thoughts, making you quickly go back to placing a tray of baked goods over the display case. Your eyes gaze over your arm, the sleeves of your long white buttoned shirt sliding down, revealing the rough patch of charred skin. A wave of sadness and disgust overcame you.

“You should’ve died in that fire..” the nagging voice mumbles to you.

“Stand there any longer and we’ll have to place a price on you too.” Out of surprise, you jump turning back with bewildered eyes. The older lady fixed her warm brown eyes to your e/c orbs and sighs.

“I think you should head home, you look, tired love, we’ll wrap up closing and all that okay, and take some sweets with you too.” She said smiling warmly. “I’m...I’m fine..” you try to protest, but she held firm in her decision.

“Y/n please, you’ve been so jumpy as of late, take the day off, and even more. I know it’s only been a few weeks but please try not to drown yourself in work. They’re all resting peacefully now..” she assured, giving you an encouraging smile before walking off. You left your arms to fall to your side and your head drop.

Just the thought of staying home, confined by the walls of your small apartment made your stomach churn. Your scars becoming more irritated as a feeling of anxiety sets in. Taking in a few deep breaths, you decided to stop by that place before heading home. You went back and clocked out, grabbing your bag and jackets before wishing the owner a small farewell and walking outside.

A gently autumn’s breeze gently caresse over your cheek. You tried to inhale as much of the fresh air as possible.Shutting your eyes and lightly scratch over your sleeve before you digging. your nails into your arm, placing as much pressures into the skin.

nothing.

Not even a single tingle of feeling on the scarred skin. Eyes flying open and soft pain spreading through your chest, a feeling of depression and anger settled over you. You gripped more of your arm, till blood drip from it and stain over your shirt. You hated this, you hated your body, your face down to the ugly scared hands. That day claimed your friends and your ability to live and love happily.Was it your fault?

Did you cause of all of this? It must be! nothing ever goes right when you’re around. You’re nothing more then a cursed charm, ready to take steal away someone sanity and happiness.

“You should’ve been the one, not me.” F/n voice growls to you, their tone filled with nothing but hate and resentment.

You gripped over your head with a soft whimpers, “Just a voice....just a voice..” you mumble quietly. Looking around Your stuff your hands in your pockets and shield your face before continuing you walk along the bustling street’s.

The only place you’ve only ever felt safe and continent was company’s 8 building. Being out here for mere second could ease your anxiety. You’ve taken it upon yourself to visit company’s 8 building before heading home, lingering outside of the run done building with bliss and tranquility.

You didn’t understand why the building seems to ease your nerves, but at this point you don’t even try to question it.

Just like always, you were passing the building of company 8, the familiar hum of the generator filling our ears as you slowly move towards it. The chip paint of the building and almost worn down looked gave a sense of warmth to it then what other company buildings had. You stopped in the middle of the street and gaze upon the building. Eyes scanning over each curve and imperfection of the Company 8’s hideout. In the back of your mind, soft screams and plead played off in your head, the memories of that day crashing onto you like bricks. You felt tears gather at the corner of your tired eyes. You just wanted to thank him, but curse at him too. Thank him for getting you out before you had to witness anymore of that nightmare, but to also curse and scream at him for making you live through this hell. Remembering, and reflecting everyday. Asking constantly as to why you weren’t the one to take their place, to take their suffering. Why did it have to be F/n?

“Miss....mi-miss....miss!” The abrupt shout, made you flinch out your thoughts, (you’ve been daydreaming a lot as of lately)and cause your to turn to the voice. Eyes growing to the size of melons, your breath becoming shallow as you take in the sight of devil, himself. The dark mop of black hair was stained with droplets of sweat, his firefighter outfit, slightly damaged. Possible coming back from a mission of some sorts. His ruby eyes fix back over you, as he stood awkwardly before you with a small tint of pink of his cheeks

You hadn’t realizes you were staring that hard till he cleared his throat and looks off to the sides. The line of pink spreading further.

“Are you alright? I...umm kind of found you here by yourself. Are you looking for anyon-wait, do I know you?”

Silence fell over the both of to you as you try to get over your shock, Shinra still trying to ponder on who you were before he gasp. “I remember know! you’re that gir I saved a few weeks back- I...I’m sorry about what happened to your friend, and...umm and your home.” He glance back up to you. He seems to be taking in your scarred state with a gently gaze.

“You...you remember me?” You asked gently, calming down as your grip the strap of your bag and look back to him. The tension in your shoulder relax and you quickly try wipe at your eyes.

He nods, his gaze falling back over you, as he stood before you, “I couldn’t forget you to be honest, that day you were burn so badly. We didn’t think you’d make it.” He said soflty, eyes landing over the ground

“But you’ve prove us wrong.” He said picking his head back up and smiling your way.

“I didn’t want-.”

You barely was able to get your full sentence out before a loud bang echoes out from the city. Scream and shouts filled the streets, causing you and shinra both to look up. Both of you catching sight of a cloud of dark smoke and flames dancing in the air. The sighting of the infernal just a few streets away. At the place you work at.

“Shit! I thought that was the last of them?!” He cursed, but as he turned to you, your face was morphed in horror.

“She’s.....she’s back..”

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a-dorin · 4 years

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tempestuous | darth maul

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warnings: nsfw, 18+, professor/student relationship, sexual tension, smut, nudity, sexual innuendos, dominance kink, age gap, cursing

a/n: hello everyone! due to the response i received, this is the second chapter in the professor!maul au! i am so happy with the overwhelming comments of kindness. you guys rock :’) thank you for keeping me sane during quarantine. as always, the first chapter is linked below. enjoy :))

ardor

summary: weeks have flown by, and you find yourself under immense amounts of pressures with midterm quickly approaching. not only are you stressed with the academics, but you can’t seem to shake a certain professor out of your head.

“(y/n), did you have rough night?” barriss chuckled, handing ahsoka an iced coffee before sliding into her own spot, “here, i got you a little pick-me-up.”

wrapping your hand around the cup, you swirled your straw around, “thank you, barriss. i guess i’m just a little stressed out with midterms approaching.”

“a little?” ahsoka giggled, covering her mouth, “(y/n), we love you, but you look like you’ve been hit by a truck. is everything okay?”

you rubbed your temple, a dull aching seeping into your skull, “i’ve been pulling some all nighters lately.”

“well if you ever want to study for with us, you’re always welcome,” barriss’ blue depths shone, her lips curved into an encouraging smile, “ahsoka and i are a little nervous about the midterm as well, especially for this class. professor maul hasn’t given us any sort of notion on what the exam may be.”

“i hope it’s something simple,” you grumbled, taking a sip of the matcha latte, “again, thank you for the matcha, barriss. i appreciate it.”

barriss laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, “anything for you, (y/n). after all, you’re our new best friend.”

“she’s very right,” ahsoka shot you a wink, prodding you with her elbow, “you should come to the library with us tomorrow night! i know, it’s lame, but it’s pretty empty on the weekend. we have a good chance at snagging one of those study rooms. and if we get our homework done friday, we can always meet up before that party saturday night!”

“you guys party?” you arched a curious brow.

barriss and ahsoka rolled their eyes simultaneously, the togruta letting out a huff, “we know how to have fun too, (y/n). after all, they say that the bookworms know how to let loose.”

“whatever,” you couldn’t help but laugh, pulling out your laptop.

it was now about halfway through the semester, with midterms approaching on the horizon. the looming fact that you had about five exams, along with working extra hours with your internship, were beginning to take their toll on you. the internship at the hospital was running smoothly, and you were performing so well that you were offered extra hours. of course, you couldn’t help but accept the offer.

yet, it came with a cost. although it was only two nights a week, they asked if you could stay a few hours later than normal. so, every tuesday and wednesday, you strolled into your apartment well past one in the morning.

rex helped in every way he possibly could. whether it was cooking you dinner, making you coffee, tending to your laundry, as well as keeping the apartment tidy, he was adamant about making things easier for you. which, you greatly appreciated. there were even times he charged your laptop and made runs to the printer. last night was one of those nights where you didn’t get back till late, so to say you were exhausted was an understatement.

although it was your first class of the day, and 9:56 a.m., sleep still hung heavy in your mind. the comfy clothes hanging on your frame weren’t much help either, the coziness of the fabric lulling you to sleep. a university of coruscant hoodie, a few sizes too big, was almost like a blanket. and the grey sweats were comforting. shaking your head, you attempted to focus.

the class fell silent as he entered the room, causing you to perk up in your seat. today, he was clad in a pair of black slacks, the color of his button up and blazer corresponding with his pants. his shoes were freshly polished, glossy in the sterile light. the monochromatic outfit brought out the color of his crimson skin, his amber orbs nearly glowing. as usual, the silver chain hung from his neck, this time, settled on bare skin, as a button or two was left undone.

you nearly choked on your matcha, as you drank in the sight of him. maker, was he gorgeous. mind buzzing, you mustered all of your strength to not admire for a moment too long. it was already embarrassing enough the sheer amount of instances you saw him on campus.

now that you were enrolled in his class, you saw him everywhere. whether it was grabbing a meal to-go in the dining hall, bumping into him at the gym, or mumbling a greeting as you passed him in the halls of the psychology wing. it was odd, yet you paid no mind. a part of you yearned to see him, to just admire his features.

professor maul didn’t seem to mind the encounters either. every time, he would chirp a greeting, his tone smooth and cordial. even though he was formal, you couldn’t help but notice a gleam in the golden pools as he spoke. it was almost as if his eyes were roaming your body, glittering with lust.

just the mere thought of his lips on yours sent a faint blush painted across your cheeks. shifting in your seat, the realization that class began washed over you. letting out a quiet sigh, you typed notes as he spoke, his voice clear, thick with authority as it rang through the lecture hall.

“now,” he cleared his throat, backtracking to the pedestal to the left of the space, “i compiled a list of terms and parameters of your midterm exam.”

groans of frustration erupted like a volcano, maul’s eyes blazing with amusement, “may i discuss the exam with you first or are you all going to complain?”

“i hate him,” ahsoka muttered under her breath.

“you don’t mean that,” you whispered, teasing, “what if the exam is a breeze?”

“the midterm will be no walk in the park,” maul announced, gathering a thick stack of papers in his hands.

your eyes wandered to his hands, and how they sprawled over the stack with ease, how they were would fit so well over your breasts. a shiver ran down your spine as you pondered of his hands all over your body, relishing every inch of your skin. his voice snapped you out of your fantasy, his gaze settling on you, a smirk creeping onto his lips.

“for the exam, i ask that you research an individual or authoritative figure who is a ‘monster’ in our society. once you conduct your research, you will give me a brief presentation. the presentation will be done orally, through a video format. the deadline is printed on the assignment sheet. there are no exceptions, so plan accordingly.”

biting your lip, your cheeks reddened under the eye contact. however, his attention was taken away from you, eyes flickering towards a student near the top of the lecture hall.

“does this mean we can talk about president palpatine? he’s a tyrant!”

“i can’t believe he almost banned the frats!” another complaint rose from a classmate.

“if that’s who you would like to report on,” a bubbly, lighthearted laugh escaped his lips, the sound flowing like sweet honey into your ears, “you might have your work cut out for you. that is my boss after all, so i am not sure how biased i can be.”

the rest of the class droned on, ahsoka and barriss lost in their note-taking, their stares fixed to their laptop screens. meanwhile, you found yourself getting lost, daydreaming. maker, did you ache to experience just one kiss. to trace the tattoos all over his chest and shoulders as you unbuttoned the article of clothing. gnawing on your cheek, shame burned through you as you realized that you were beginning to feel a sensation in your core. the mere thought of maul had your folds slick, wet and desperate for him.

soon, class was over, students herded to the doors. you followed ahsoka and barriss, conversing about tomorrow’s plans. you were anticipating the study session tomorrow, as you needed it.

after all, you weren’t paying much attention in class these days.

*******

“so, are we wrapped up for the night?” ahsoka yawned, her eyes bleary with sleep.

a rumble in the distance shook the library, a thunderstorm wreaking its havoc over coruscant. you, barriss, and ahsoka were finishing up, the building nearing closing time. it was 10:32 p.m., the three of you hunkering down in a study room for the past two and a half hours. however, the session was helpful, the three of you passing notes, sharing what you did and didn’t have. you were all caught up, thanks to them.

“i believe so,” barriss nodded, shoving a notebook into her bag, “(y/n), would you like us to walk with you to your apartment? we can share an umbrella and give you one.”

“i’ll be fine,” you shrugged, glancing at your phone, “i think i might wait out the storm for a few more minutes. besides, my roommate has a girl over. i don’t want to impose on them.”

“you sure?” concern flashed across ahsoka’s face, “it’s not a problem to us.”

“you guys can go,” you teased, winking, “i can handle myself. besides, there’s no one in here besides the twi’lek at the front desk.”

“whatever you say,” barriss huffed, adjusting her hijab, “see you tomorrow!”

“see ya,” you waved to the two girls as they left the room, “text me when you guys want to meet up!”

“we will,” ahsoka called, giving you one last grin before they disappeared from your field of vision.

exhaling, you rose to your feet, slinging your bag over your shoulder. strolling out of the study room, the lights of the library were dimmed, a few students lingering, milling around the front desk or nose deep in textbooks, scrambling to finish their work.

eventually, you made your way to the lobby, leaning against the brick wall. rex promised that he would text you when his friend was on her way, yet there were no message on your screen. no missed calls. nothing. frustration welled up inside of you, creeping into your thoughts. surely the girl wasn’t staying the night. rex didn’t mention anything about it to you earlier.

“hey there,” an all too familiar voice rumbled, “do you need a lift?”

turning ever so slightly, your eyes widened at the figure before you. maul stood in the doorway, donned in a pair of grey joggers, a university hoodie on his top half. the hoodie was black, which was a prominent color in the zabrak’s wardrobe. you picked up on that the third day of class. his brows were furrowed, lips pursed. it was almost as if he was concerned.

“i’m fine,” you muttered, “just waiting on my roommate to give me the all clear.”

“i remember those days,” maul mused, “savage used to have all sorts of women over when we rented an apartment together for grad school. it was downright horrid.”

“i bet,” you sucked in a breath, anxiety swirling as you read the time once more. it was 10:48 now, more and more students filing out of the exit.

“you all right?” he inquired, his voice low, “if your apartment isn’t too far from here, i can give you a ride. it’s storming pretty bad out there.”

“isn’t that illegal?” you snorted, a glimmer of hope rising as rex’s called id lit up your phone, “hang on, i gotta take this.”

“heyyyy,” immediately, you sensed that rex was walking on eggshells, “do you have a place to stay for the night?”

“rex, i thought we talked about this.”

“well,” he mumbled, “she wants to stay the night. i’ll do all of your laundry tomorrow if you say yes.”

“rex this isn’t the right time to bargain with me,” tears brimmed your eyes as the horror crept in. you had nowhere to go.

“please?” his voice was sickeningly sweet, “pretty please?”

“fine,” you caved, “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“thank you-” rex began, but you hung up before he got the chance to finish.

storming out of the library, tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing effortlessly with the icy rain as it cascaded down, piercing through your clothes. you sobbed, your cries deafened by the thunder. maker, you were so furious. how could rex do that to you? especially so last minute? the only place you could go was your car, and you didn’t even have a fresh change of clothes.

“(y/n),” through the roar of the thunder, you heard his voice.

“oh great!” sobs racked your body, “now i have to deal with you too-”

his hands grasped your cheeks, pulling you in. lips collided with yours, his touch warm, as you crumpled completely. fingers tangled into your wet locks, desperate to bring you closer to him, to feel your lips mold so effortlessly with his. the kiss was fiery, burning with a passion. a desire for you. it was exhilarating, intoxicating, your mind buzzing, losing any sort of coherent thought as the rain pounded against the cement, lightning illuminating your surroundings.

“now,” he pulled away, leaving you breathless, “do you need a ride?”

“i don’t have anywhere to go,” you could barely string the words together.

“you’re welcome to stay at my place.”

“are you sure?” you wiped your tears, yet the effort was fruitless. your clothes were soaked, you were chilled to the bone.

“yes,” he took your hands, “come on, let’s get out of here.”

“what if someone sees us?” anxiety bubbled within you.

“my hood is up,” he began to make his way towards the parking lot, clicking a button on his car keys, “besides, i’m wearing black and so are you.”

“i guess you’re right,” you muttered, a shiver rippling through your being.

as he approached the vehicle, he opened the passenger door for you as the rain pattered against the pavement. slipping off his sweatshirt, he shoved it into your hands, “here, put this on.”

“i-i’m not wearing a shirt underneath,” the words were a stutter.

“and i’m not fifteen,” maul scoffed, ducking so that he could slide into the driver’s seat, “you’re going to get sick out here and mine is somewhat dryer than yours.”

hesitantly, you made your way into the passenger seat, your eyes widening as you noticed the interior, “this is a tesla.”

in the darkness, you picked out the brightness of his grin, his incisors flashed, poking against his lips, “indeed. my apartment isn’t too far from here. i need to let savage know that we’re no longer having drunkfest.”

“drunkfest?” you couldn’t help but giggle.

“drunkfest,” maul affirmed, his thumbs dancing across his phone, “we get absolutely wasted every friday night to forget about the awful moments of the work week.”

“interesting,” you settled into maul’s hoodie, grateful for the slightly drier fabric. his scent flooded your nostrils. it was a strong scent, with traces of leatherwood, spices, and bergamot. it was heavenly, with just the right amount of cologne.

“it is interesting,” his eyes focused on the road, the lights of the city whirring by as he drove, “even though i’ve gotten completely trashed every single time, i can’t seem to shake you off my mind.”

blush flooded your cheeks, your breath hitching in your throat, “i see.”

within minutes, maul pulled into a parking garage, turning off the engine. he helped out of the passenger seat, “let me carry your bookbag for you. the textbooks probably need to sit out for a few hours. i’m sure you don’t want to pay for new ones.”

“i don’t,” you sucked in a breath.

the zabrak slung your bag over his shoulder with ease, locking the car behind you. the two of you entered the elevator on the level, and maul pushed his desired designation. a wave of silence crashed over you, but it wasn’t unnerving. it was more relaxed, maul humming a tune as the elevator whirred.

eventually, you were standing outside his door, the zabrak shoving the key into the lock. pushing the door open, you couldn’t help but marvel at the decor, furniture, as well as the viewports. the apartment was luxurious, screaming wealth. yet, maul remained humble, not uttering a single word.

the floor was a flint concrete, glossed over with a polish. in the den, there was a massive patterned rug, intricate patterns of black, white, and crimson woven together. the couch was a sectional, a dark grey. the shelving and tables were black, paired with subtle hints of scarlet or grey decor. there wasn’t much wall decor, besides some vintage posters from the old days of coruscant. framed photos of zabraki were scattered, and you inferred that they were feral and savage, maul’s younger brothers.

“there’s a hall leading to the refresher. it’s on your right, i’m going to set out your books to dry. before you shower, leave your clothes in a pile by the door. i’ll throw them in the wash for you. and if i pop in, don’t scream. i’m going to lend you some of my clothes,” the zabrak murmured, “take your time in the shower. i don’t want you getting sick.”

“what if i need help getting the right water temperature?” you arched a brow.

his eyes narrowed, gleaming, “i think you’ll be fine, princess. call me if you need anything.”

your cheeks reddened, “okay. i’ll be in the shower.”

maul mumbled something incoherent, and you wandered through the den, discovering the hall that he mentioned. once you found the refresher, you peeled the damp clothing off your body, grateful that there was a towel hanging outside the shower. exhaling, you tossed your clothes outside the door, turning on the water. after adjusting the temperature to your liking, you stood underneath the stream, grateful for the warmth as it seeped into your skin.

the shower was just as elegant as the apartment, with glass doors and a steel shower head in the shape of a square. it was far better than the shower in your own apartment, as you didn’t have to worry about wasting hot water or any spiders. steam billowed into the space, hugging the doors of the shower, droplets of water condensing on the glass.

“i’m coming in to drop off some clothes,” the zabrak’s voice entered the room, “holy fuck do you always have the water this hot?”

“do you not?” you chuckled.

“it feels like a sauna in here,” he chuckled, teasing, “anyways, i’ll leave you be.”

letting out a content sigh, you turned the water off once he left. opening the door, your eyes scanned the space for the light switch. after a few seconds, you found it, flipping on the vent. hopefully that would help with the amount of steam that clung to every single item in the refresher.

on the counter, there was a black turtleneck, along with a pair of briefs. patting yourself dry, you slipped on the briefs first, then slid the turtleneck over your head. it was getting late, the clock on the counter reading 11:36 p.m. yawning, you pushed open the door, padding into the hall.

maul was nowhere to be found, a frown forming on your lips. where could he had run off to? surely he would’ve mentioned something to you. yet, your curiosity crept in, urging you to explore. holding your breath, you noticed a door, inferring that it was maul’s bedroom.

the door creaked as you tapped it, the draft pulling it open. inside, the floor was the same as it was, a king-sized bed in the middle, pushed against the wall, supported by a black wooden bed frame. there was a dresser, along with a walk-in closet. the most breathtaking aspect were the viewports, acting as a wall. the lights of coruscant glowed, the room overlooking the city. rain flowed down the viewports as thunder rumbled. you felt drawn to them, awestruck by the beauty of the sprawling city.

“you like the view?” your heart nearly leapt out of your chest.

“don’t scare me like that!” you pouted, folding your arms across your chest.

“don’t go snooping around,” maul smirked, matching your energy.

your heart thudded as his eyes drank in the sight of you, in his turtleneck. the sweater was a little large, hanging loosely in some areas. the briefs hugged your thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination. your nipples poked through the fabric of the sweater, the cool air sending a shiver running down your spine.

“gods,” he breathed, licking his lips, “i-i don’t know what to say.”

“i’m sorry for wandering off,” you mumbled, your cheeks hot as shame burned through you, “i didn’t mean to-”

“just stop,” maul shook his head, taking a step towards you, “just fucking stop. you have no need to apologize.”

the air in room crackled like the lightning outside as he took another step forward, an old t-shirt clinging to his torso, the same pair of grey joggers hanging loosely on his hips. your throat tightened as you noticed the way his chest rose and fell, the zabrak’s breathing ragged.

“it seems as if i can’t shake you off my mind,” he panted as the space between you dissolved, “lately, all of my thoughts have revolved about you.”

“what do you think about?” you swallowed thickly.

“do you want the hear the answer?” his face was merely centimeters away from yours, “or would you rather experience it?”

“i want both.”

his hand reached out, gently grasping your jaw. the touch was light, feathery as his fingers traced your heated skin. you melted, nearly collapsing to the floor.

the zabrak’s eyes glowed, the amber now hardened into a deep honey hue, almost a chestnut brown, “can i kiss you?”

you nodded, almost a little too quickly, “yes.”

a low, guttural growl dripped from his lips, “i couldn’t resist you before. but fuck as soon as i saw you in my clothes, i just can’t fucking take it any longer.”

the kiss was hungry, an open-mouth, lustful kiss. his lips crashed into yours, yearning to explore the taste of your mouth. the zabrak’s hands laced into your hair, tugging at the roots, gripping tightly. a whine echoed through the room as he sucked on your bottom lip, his tongue delving into your mouth. a hand slid down, resting on the nape of your neck, holding you steady as the kisses grew hungrier and hungrier.

“get on the bed,” he commanded, his tone thick with authority, a hand untangling itself from your hair and tugging on the hem of the turtleneck, “and take this off.”

the way the words rolled of his tongue struck you to your core, your folds growing slick as the anticipation grew. fingers wrapping around the hem, you tugged it off, your breasts bouncing. the zabrak practically groaned as he admired your exposed body, a hand palming his cock as it hardened, the outline prominent in the light.

obeying his order, you laid on the bed, your back hitting the soft comforter. maul slipped off the t-shirt, almost pouncing on top of you. pinning you down, his mouth connected with your neck, trailing sloppy kisses down, onto your collarbone.

“if only i could leave my mark on you,” his breath was hot, coming out in pants, “i would paint you like a canvas.”

“you can,” the words were a broken moan as his tongue dragged across your collarbone.

“oh?” you could feel his lip curved into a smile, “you want me to?”

“ye-” the reply was shortened as maul’s lips wrapped around nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive area.

his tongue drifted from your nipple to your flesh, nipping and sucking, a satisfied purr erupting from the zabrak as a rich burgundy mark appeared, “i hope you’re aware that you’re the most beautiful woman i have ever met.”

“i don’t think so.”

within seconds, his mouth was hovering over the waistband of the briefs, “you better fucking believe you are, (y/n).”

“i- oh my god,” the tearing of fabric rang off the walls as maul ripped the briefs off your frame.

“usually i take my time with this,” maul murmured, his gaze burning with lust, “but fuck i need you. i need to feel you take my cock.”

“please,” you whimpered, squirming as he parted your thighs.

“holy fuck. how are you so fucking wet? you’re soaking and i haven’t even touched you.”

the zabrak was appalled, a flash of awe painted across features as he took in the sight of your dripping core, your pussy aching. desire burned through your being, threatening to consume you whole. maker, you never knew you wanted someone this badly. exhilaration rushed through you with every touch, his fingers slipping between your folds.

“i’ve thought about you like this,” maul was enticed, almost in a trace as your juices coated his fingers, “i’ve thought about the way your body would be underneath mine, your eyes begging for me to fuck you till you can’t take it anymore.”

“i’ve thought about you in class.”

“in class?” his voice faltered, “(y/n), that’s sinful.”

“it’s not as sinful as how i’ve wanted you to fuck me for weeks,” your cheeks were flushed,.

“oh gods,” maul groaned as a finger entered you, “i’m going to make you mine.”

“please,” your hips bucked forward, his finger plunging further into you, “i want to be yours.”

“you’re going to be mine princess,” he purred, “i promise i’ll give you what you’ve been yearning for.”

hastily, the zabrak tugged his sweats off, kicking them to the floor. your nearly choked on your spit when his member sprang free from the constraint of the fabric. his cock was massive, the largest you had ever seen. yet, it wasn’t too large that you couldn’t take it. crimson and black patterns wove all around it, his shaft ribbed, precum dribbling down his length.

“tell me how much you need me,” his voice shifted from a coo to a growl as fingers wrapped around your throat, “tell me how badly you need professor maul to fuck you senseless.”

“i need you to fuck me,” the words were a broken whine.

“louder,” his grip tightened, “say it louder. i need to hear you.”

“i need professor maul to fuck me,” the words were enough to bring the zabrak to the edge, to make him unfold.

“good girl,” his tone oozed with praise, low and husky.

he lined his tip at your entrance, slowly inserting himself into you. maul’s hand loosened from your throat, gripping the headboard for leverage. your moans were breathy, laced with bliss as your walls expanded, wrapping around his cock.

“that’s such a good fucking girl,” maul leaned in, nipping at your ear, “you take my cock.”

the zabrak thrust into you, his tip brushing against your g-spot. throwing your head against the pillow, your body almost went limp, collapsing. the pleasure was overwhelming, burning through you like a fire. but maker, did you want more. you needed more.

maul watched as he fucked you, one hand steady on the headboard, the other on the mattress, gripping the sheets. he was plowing into you now, showing no mercy. the moans bouncing off the walls were rich and so loud, fueling his desire to keep going. the zabrak lost all inhibitions minutes ago, his thoughts blurred, eyes glossed over.

the way you felt was heavenly, every single thrust euphoric.

maker, was he losing control.

tightening his grip on the headboard, his knuckles were almost white. he was completely feral, unhinged, detached.

a horrid cracking filled the zabrak’s ears, and he glanced up towards the headboard. the wood split into two, a lengthy, crack down the middle, stemming from his hand.

“oh shit,” you gasped.

“look what you made me do, angel,” a smirk stretched across his lips, “you’re going to fucking pay for that.”

your nails dug into his shoulder blades as he slammed into you, balls slapping against skin. his cock throbbed, swelling. with every throb, your walls tightened, the pleasure building in your belly. eyes squeezing shut, you felt every inch of him buried in your soaking pussy, balls deep in you now.

“maul,” the zabrak nearly unfolded right there, “i’m going to cum.”

“let go baby,” his lips brushed against yours, “you can cum. cum for me.”

the orgasm racked your body, maul’s mouth connected with yours, the moans muffled. your thighs trembled, stars bursting in your vision, the pleasure almost blinding.

with no strength left, your body went limp, collapsing into the mattress.

his thrusts were more languid, sloppy with every stroke. maul came moments later, filling you up with it all.

“fuck,” he cursed under his breath, a sheen of sweat clinging to his body, “are you all right?”

“i’m fine,” your inner thighs buzzed, soreness creeping into the muscle.

every inch of skin the zabrak touched tingled, as if your body was savoring the memory.

maul cleared his throat, his cock still inside of you, “i kinda lost control.”

“kinda?”

“a little bit,” he chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead, “it’s been so long since i’ve last had sex. it doesn’t help that i’m in heat, either.”

“you’re in heat?” you pressed, brows furrowing.

“perhaps,” the color of his eyes returned to their normal hue, amber flowing into crimson, “let’s get you cleaned up. it’s late.”

“is it past the professor’s bedtime?” your tone was snarky.

“don’t tempt me to fuck you again. because we both know damn well that i will.”

glancing up, you noticed the broken headboard, “how much is that going to cost?”

the zabrak let out a huff as his cock slid out of you, drenched with a mixture of juices, “i don’t know. it’s the least of my concerns at the moment. stay here, and don’t move a muscle.”

swinging his legs over the mattress, maul strolled towards the refresher, retrieving a rag to clean up the mess that you made. you sunk into the bed, questions ringing through your mind.

yet, you couldn’t help but notice a prominent feature. in the light, the tattooed skin glowed. but there was something different about the way his thighs transitioned from flesh to an ashen metal.

maul’s legs were cybernetic.

and your curiosity about the zabrak, your professor, skyrocketed.

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