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thesonofdio · 10 months

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London Bridge

#yungblud #yungbludxsu1c1d4l!reader

Pov Dominic :

Ahhhh c'était un super concert ! L'ambiance, les lumières, les gens qui chantaient ! C'était mental !

Adam pose sa main sur mon épaule et ris.

Adam: C'était un super concert t'a assuré Dom !

Tom: Ouai ! C'était génial mec !

Moi: J'ai rien fait c'est les gens qui était déchainer ! Et puis toi Adam t'étais ouf à la guitar !

Je fait le signe des rockeurs avec ma main droite en tirant la langue et on ris.

Adam: On va se prendre une bière ou on rentre directement ?

J'allais répondre que je connaissait un bar pas très loin, mais j'entendis Tom bailler a côté de moi.

Moi: On est tous crevé, on ferait mieux d'aller se coucher à la coloc'.

Tom: Ouais, je vais appeler un taxi.

Tom s'avance sur le trottoir et lève sa main. Un taxi arrive s'arrête et nous fait signe de monter. On s'installe tous à l'arrière et j'appuie m'a tête sur la fenêtre et regarde le paysage défiler devant mes yeux.

On passe dans une rue, on tourne à droite puis on arrive dans une autres rue.

On arrive sur le grand London Bridge. J'observe l'eau et les quelques bateaux qui flotte. Je regarde aussi les immeubles au loin avec toute leurs lumières allumer.

La voiture me berce et je ferme un peut mes paupières. Pour finalement les rouvrir ne trouvant pas le sommeille, je me redresse et continue de regarder la vue depuis le pont.

Quand soudain je vois une silhouette sur le rebord du pont. Cette silhouette a les bras grand ouvert. Je suis plutôt loin mais je peut voir que c'est une fille de dos. Elle va sauter ! Je me redresse d'un coup et cris au chauffeur.

Moi: Arrêtez vous ! Arrêtez vous ! Putain ! Regardez là bas !

La taxi s'arrête d'un coup. Je montre du doigt la silhouette. Puis je descend du taxi et cours jusqu'à l'autre bord du pont. Je cours jusqu'à ne plus avoir de souffle. Fook j'ai oublié mon inhalateur dans le taxi ! Pourquoi ce pont est aussi large ?!

J'arrive à quelque mètres de la fille. Elle est toujours de dos. Elle à de long cheveux bond mais les pointes sont teintes en bordeaux. Je l'entend sangloter et décide de m'approcher doucement pour ne pas qu'elle m'entende. Je n'ai pas le temps de discuter avec elle, il faut qu'elle descende ! Sinon elle va faire une connerie...

Je suis juste derrière elle et elle ne me vois toujours pas. Elle est debout sur la rembarde en métal, donc sa taille est à la même hauteur que ma tête.

D'un coup j'enroule sa taille de mes bras et la tire en arrière vers moi. On tombe tout les deux à terre et je resserre la prise que j'ai sur elle pour ne pas qu'elle s'enfuis et qu'elle n'essaye à nouveau de sauter.

Je relève la tête, je suis au dessus d'elle. Je me pousse et m'assoie à côté d'elle en essayant désespérément de reprendre mon souffle mais mon asthme me rattrape. Adam arrive quelque secondes après avec mon inhalateur, suivie par Tom. Je le remercie et reprend mon souffle.

La fille a mes côtés se relève alors difficilement puis s'assoie en tailleur, la tête baissée ses cheveux cachant son visage. Je l'entend a nouveau pleurer, alors je m'approche d'elle prudemment et pose ma main droite sur son épaule gauche. Elle se redresse soudainement et se met debout en reculant de quelques pas.

Je vois enfin son visage... Elle a des yeux bleu claire, ils sont hypnotisant. Mais ils sont rougis par ses pleures, ses joues sont trempées de larmes et ses lèvres soubresaute aux rythme de ses épaules qui se baisses et se soulèves. Elle respire difficilement. Je lui tend mon inhalateur en restant loin pour ne pas l'effrayer. Elle me lance un regard remplie de haine mais aussi d'incompréhension et de tristesse. Elle est désespérer ça se voie.

Elle s'avance vers moi et prend mon inhalateur, ses mains tremble. Puis elle balance mon inhalateur par terre et me fout une gifle !

Moi: Mais qu'est-c'qui te prend ?! T'es pas bien ! Je viens de te sauver la vie !

Elle: Justement ! Je t'ai rien demander, pourquoi t'a fait ça ?! Je te connais même pas ! Putain j'avais vraiment pas besoin de ça...

Elle murmura la dernière phrase comme si elle se parlée à elle même. Elle a les mains sur son visage et je l'entend pleurer de nouveau. Elle se rassoie par terre et enfouie sa tête dans ses bras, les jambes sont remontée sur sa poitrine. Je m'accroupis devant elle et l'entoure délicatement aves mes bras.

Moi: C'est bon, ça va aller. Je suis là. Murmurais-je à son oreille.

Elle relève la tête et je remet une de ses mèches de cheveux derrière son oreille.

Moi: Comment tu t'appelle ?

Elle: Coline. Coline Douglas.

Adam: Et t'a quel âge Coline ?

Adam s'accroupis aussi et lui sourit gentiment.

Coline: J'ai dix-neuf ans. Depuis un mois.

J'ouvre en grand mes yeux, puis je me relève et m'appuie contre la rembarde. Ma tête tourne et je sent une main se poser doucement sur mon épaule. Tom se met à côtés de moi.

Tom: Ca va Dom ? T'a pas l'aire bien.

Moi: T'a entendue, elle à que dix-neuf ans... Comment on peut avoir des pensées suicidaire quand on est aussi jeune ? Qu'est ce qu'elle à pu vivre pour vouloir mourir avant d'avoir eu le temps de vivre ?!

Tom: J'en ai aucune idée c'est à elle qu'il faut demander ça.

Je me retourne et vais voire Coline qui c'était remise debout, c'est larmes ont arrêtées de couler et elle discute calmement avec Adam. Quand j'arrive vers eux Adam se retourne vers moi.

Adam: Elle n'a nul-part où aller, elle peut venir dormir à la coloc' ?

Moi: Bien sûr ! Vient suis-moi, on à laisser le taxi en plans depuis tout à l'heure, il va nous faire payer chère.

Adam, Tom et moi rions, mais Coline se fondit aussitôt en excuse.

Coline: Oh je suis vraiment désoler ! C'est ma faute excusez moi les garçons !

Je rigole de plus belle face à sa mine désoler. Je l'a prend pas les épaules.

Moi: Mais non t'inquiète pas pour ça, c'est rien.

Je lui fait un grand sourire et elle souri légèrement. Elle est vraiment belle je trouve... Qu'est ce que j'raconte entre moi ?! On rentre dans le taxi, Tom monte à l'avant er s'excuse auprès du chauffeur qui ne nous en veut pas finalement. Adam est placé derrière le conducteur, Coline est au milieu et je suis derrière Tom. Personne ne parle durant tout le trajet.

On arrive enfin devant l'immeuble et je descend. Pendant que Tom paye - quoi ? C'est son tour de payer le taxi c'est comme ça - , j'aide Coline a descendre. Adam descend à son tour suivie de Tom. Je sort les clefs, on entre dans le hall, puis on montre les escaliers pour atteindre le cinquième étage. Oui, le cinquième... Non l'ascenseur est en panne, depuis quatre ans... C'est du foutage de gueule oui je sais !

J'ouvre l'appartement et on rentre tous. Tom et Adam vont se coucher directement.

Moi: Euh Coline ?

Coline: Oui ?

Moi: Je suis désoler mais il n'y a que trois chambres.

Coline: Et le canapé ?

Moi: Bah y'en à pas...

Coline: Quoi ?

Elle se retourne va dans le salon et regarde les trois pouf qui y sont disposé. Je ris de sa tête déconfite face à ça.

Moi: C'est pas grave, tu peut dormir dans ma chambre. Je suis le seul a avoir un lit deux place.

Elle sourit et me remercie puis on va dans ma chambre. Je lui donne un de mes T-shirt qui est noir et je vais prendre une douche pendant qu'elle se change.

Quand je revient, je la trouve allonger dans le lit à moitié en train de dormir. Alors j'éteins la lumière et vais me coucher aussi.

Coline: Tu sais, je suis désolé pour toute à l'heure; quand je t'ai crié dessus et que je t'ai giflé.

Moi: T'inquiète pas pour ça.

Je lui lança un sourire qui se voulait réconfortant même si on est dans le noir.

Moi: On parlera de tout ça demain...

Puis je lui embrassa le front avant de la prendre dans mes bras et de m'assoupir.

Here's a little one-shot to give hope to you who read this <3 take care of you guys

#one shot #yungblud #su1c1d4l oc #yungblud x oc #young oc #tw su1c1de mention #take care of you #confort yungblud #confort one shot #confort yungblud x su1c1d4l!reader #dom's pov #dominic harrison #adam warrington

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jaybrd-webtoons · 6 months

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Wassup lovely people :D

Your girl is starting a new series: Speedpaint Saturday!

Every Saturday I will upload a drawing I did as well as a speedpaint. Today I decided to draw my main character from my story as an 8-year-old girl, before all hell broke loose and her widowed father was murdered. I cannot draw children for the life of me because whenever I do, they'll just look like normal adults- just shorter. I also decided to try a new shading technique, and I like how it turned out, however, it will definitely improve in quality with more practice. This was really fun to do and let me know if you'd want me to continue this series!

#jaybrd #jaybrd webtoons #art #drawings #speedpaint #speedpaint sunday #OC #Young OC #child #cute child #OC stuff #new techniques

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onewizardgirl · 2 years

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Part 1/3

minerva takes her cub under her wing, and a letter the next morning makes her far more protective than ever

Her little cub

Midnight chills swept through the corridor, dim torches lit the hallways. All the while traversing the dark a cloaked figure made its way through the dim corridors.

First year lakelyn thomas was shaking in her boots, a small black cloak wrapped around her, covering a blue nightgown soaked in blood. She found this blood when she woke for a glass of water. She panicked, and hidden in the darkness with her black cloak she creeped down the stairs hoping not to fall.

She aproached the door to mcgonagall’s living quarters that resided at the bottom of the gryffindor tower.

Mcgonagall was about to leave her quarters to spend some time with her old friend poppy in the hospital wing but was startled by lakelyn approaching and sternly asked

"What in the heavens are you doing out of bed miss thomas? Its past midnight,"

Lakelyn looks up at her professor,

"I-I'm sorry professor.. ," lakelyn said her eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears

"What happened, my cub?" Mcgonagall asked leading the small figure into her quarters. Usually she would take away house points and send her student back to bed, but something told her she needed to do something different. Take a softer approach, evenn the darkness minerva could tell when her cub was injured.

"I woke up to get a glass of water and i found blood on my bed," lakelyn told quietly

“Follow me,” the elder witch told, guiding the first year into her quarters.

“Are you in pain?” mcgonogall asked

“A little,” lakelyn answered “its just a stomachache though,”

“Is there a known source of the bleeding?” the elder asked again as she knealt down to look over her cub to look for an injury.

Lakelyn stayed quiet, usure of what to say, she didn’t think anyone had hexed her while she was sleeping but she could tell the blood was on her legs,almost like she’d been splinched on the inside of them, but it didn’t hurt like splinching did, and she should know, she splinched her ribs once when her and her mother had apparated somewhere in london when she was a child.

Minerva picked up on the tension in the air and made a likely assumption, since any magical ailments that could cause blood loss in this degree would have the girl howling in pain.

"Lakelyn, i believe you've started your period," McGonagall told

Lakelyn began panicking now, how could she've been so stupid?

Minerva saw the change in her demeanor and grasped the girls hands in her own

"I assume by way of your reaction you know what i meant, correct?" Minerva asked

"I'm so sorry professor, how could ive been so stupid, i didnt even think of that, I just pani-" lakelyn rambled before minerva cur her off putting a gentle hand on each of her shoulders to help steady her.

"Hush my little cub, it's fine, I understand, truly. Now, here's what you will need to get you through this week, for now I'd recommend one of the orange ones, since they are a bit bigger and are better for sleep. I will allow you to use my personal bathroom to shower and clean yourself up, afterwards you and i can take some time to talk, im sure this must be quite a difficult time without your mother near," McGonagall explained

"Thank you professor," lakelyn thanked

Minerva swirled her wand and conjured a black nightgown and clean underwear for the girl before she disappeared into minerva's bathroom.

She graded some rather awful essays from a few fourth year slytherins, finally getting to her gryffindor essays coming across hermione granger's essay written well and properly cited, just like the three years she's taught the girl prior.

Lakelyn came out of the bathroom in the black gown, minerva used her want to put lakelyn's bloody clothes in her dormitory where the house elves can take care of it.

"This will help with your cramps," Mcgonagall told "come sit,"

"Thank you professor," lakelyn said taking a seat near Mcgonagall.

" would you like to stay here for the rest of the night, my cub? I wouldn't mind a bit of company." Minerva asked

"It would be nice to not face my roommates for a morning, they all think i'm quite peculiar, scribbling down stories and fairytales at all hours if the morning," lakelyn admitted

"Very well," Mcgonagall said as she summoned a fuzzy red blanket for them while they were on the roomy sofa,

"Do you want to share some of your stories? I'm sure you'd make quite a good author for the wizarding community," Minerva asked

"Well, I've been writing one about a witch from hogwarts and a boy from the wizard school in america Ilvermorny isnt it? They met over the summer when the boy came to london to visit his grandparents and they hit it off immediately, they write to eachother nearly every day. I havent really got much after that, and im stuck in a rut right now." Lakelyn explained

"Quite the romance plot, i like that. Maybe you could do a plot twist where the boy finds a girl to date, essentially leaving the girl in the dirt, and she goes through a major character arc and becomes a completely different girl and ends up happier than ever that she's got her friends by her side" Mcgonagall said thinking of a plot to help lakelyn write.

For hours the pair sat and bounced ideas back and forth until lakelyn finally cuddled slose to minerva resting her head in the elder witches lap as she asked about minerva's days at hogwarts and listening until she eventually fell asleep. Minerva with papers that still needed to be corrected accioed a small table infront of her and her work. Letting the girl sleep while she graded.

By the time breakfast came that saturday morning poppy had made her way up to see why minerva had not visited her the night prior.

"I couldn't leave my cub alone, especially with her first period in a new place without her mother around to comfort her," minerva whispered as poppy took a seat in the recliner by the sofa.

"I see, well, i'll get some breakfast to bring up for you and your little cub, and we can play chess until she wakes." Poppy said, giving Minerva a small kiss on her lips as she left.

An owl left a letter on her lap moments later, what it read made minerva more protective of lakelyn than ever.

#harry potter #women supporting women #sideplot minerva/poppy love #we support lesbians here #lesbians #witches #period #first period #minerva mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #young oc #gryffindor

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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 1 year

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Ronella Arryn (arryn! oc/draft)

Ronella felt the sharp tickle that prompted her to look below. Her mule was climbing the steepest tower after a ride away from home without fear of the fall to her death that had doomed distracted animals. Her throat tightened uncomfortably, a valley lady not afraid of heights.

Her being born and raised in Nido de Águilas along with the blood of the first mountain men in her veins did not seem to be enough to assuage her fear. She sometimes believed because she carried the Tully blood, from the rivers, from the south.

She swallowed after reaching the stone steps. She was greeted by some stable girls who used to admire life in the afternoon. Ronella looked at them and felt that they had a better right to be ladies than she did. They held onto her mule and bid her a fond farewell, Ronella appreciating her gesture. The Arryns were beloved in Eyrie for their sense of honor and bravery.

She steadied herself once more and walked slowly up the narrow staircase, planning each step. "A wise man is always cautious…" she remembered her father's words.

I'm a woman. She wanted to scream. She was three quarters of the way down when she felt her tears fill her eyes. She breathed hard, it was miles up after all and she kept walking. Think, think, think and say nothing was her emblem. "Oh, look what we have here." "Lady Alyssa!" Ser Vardis scolded. His face was serious as always, but her eyes sparkled with sympathy towards her. He knew of her sister's cruelties, but little was done to stop her.

Radiant, in a splendid dress decorated with patterns of sapphires that also simulated eagles, Alyssa was waiting for her with a mocking face. Her straight red hair was styled like she was a queen, she seemed to be… could be.

If she weren't the eldest daughter. "Good afternoon, dear sister," Ronella greeted through gritted teeth, despising her so much, "Ser Vardis."

Respectfully bowed in the easiest way to get out of there. She didn't tolerate Alyssa's comments.

"Why so tired face, little sister? It seems that you have been afraid to come here… to your own home." To her misfortune, Alyssa linked her arm through hers, as if they were old friends who had seen each other for years and not sisters who loathed each other.

" I hoped for a clear path, with the right company." She didn't miss the quiver in her enemy's lip. "You offend me, my presence is the closest thing you will have to…"

"Are you here yet, Ron?" The loving and emotional voice of her mother silenced her. Her mother was radiant and her dimples stood out like stars in the sky, she approached and hugged each one separately. "Little Robin is waiting for you to eat".

Her presence was like the cool, sweet wind. Ronella sensed that her mother knew that, because she always showed up when one of them was fighting over something serious. She walked to go to her bedroom, in Eyrie the place used to be a warm place despite what was believed, even in winter. Only the feeble old men and small children spent it in the little town below. Maybe she did have eagle blood

She had heard from the hands of maesters, from books, from minstrels, and from the lips of her own father about the rebellion of Robert, the king that he raised since he was a child. Those were dark times, the Mad King ordered children to be killed, tearing them from the arms of their mothers, women who begged for mercy, crying, hungry, cold, maddness. There was an affront with the Starks, they imprisoned the heir, and then they killed him along with his father. His brother called the banderizados and the war began. Now she had heard that there were only two dragon children left, with silver hair and monstrosity in their eyes. She terrified by them very much, so much so that she dreamed that they crossed the narrow sea and appeared in the palace, and killed them all. She saw that they burned her father and she screamed to end up dead by suffocation. She'd wake up all sweaty and with her blue eyes so watery she seemed to be the Tully shade. She felt great calm when she found out they were moving...

#lysa arryn #lysa tully #eyrie #nido de aguilas #house arryn #jon arryn #game of thrones #got #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #ser vardis #young oc #arryn! oc

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simpystarrr · 2 years

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A young Kotah

#Kotah Duskfire #original character #young oc #Kotah #non fandom oc #digital art #oc #oc art #oc artwork

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pafbar · 4 months

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toby and ada deal with Some Guy

#harbor city #toby young #ada mantodea #ted groghl #original character #furry #art #oc animation #animation

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evielmostdefinitely · 4 months

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Imagine how distraught snow would be if his wife had a really rough time giving birth to their child where she’s coming in and out of conscience and there’s blood and he’s terrified she won’t make it like his mother leading to him hating the baby for a little bc of how badly his wife was recovering sorry for the angst! Ignore this if uncomfortable <3

forever winter |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested, troubles with child birth leaves coriolanus very cold towards your son.

contains: angst. mentions of parental death, blood, complications during birth. darkish coriolanus. kinda fluffy-ish end?

Coriolanus knew the horrors of childbirth. He knew the dangers, the risks. He’d seen the blank stares of a new mother rocking her baby, eyes blank and distant like she’d been through war. He’d heard the solemn whispers in a dim room, quiet and hushed, darting eyes that looked everywhere but the casket- sometimes two. His own mother had been torn from his grasp at a young age because of it, and for a while, he was sure he’d never let his own wife experience it.

Then he met you.

You who lit his world up from the inside out, who he rose only each day to see- to love. You who cradled a baby at your engagement announcement, a friend’s newborn, held him so naturally and delicately that it ignited something inside Coriolanus. He wanted a dozen babies with you, he decided at that moment that he’d do anything to make it happen.

You’d blossomed so naturally, swelled up overnight. Round belly and a glowing demeanor- it was addictive to Coriolanus. How he’d brag, boast proudly to anyone who’d hear it- his wife pregnant, he couldn’t be happier.

All those fears, worries, were replaced with new ones. Horror stories about infants, toddlers. His own consuming thoughts about being a father. The idea of childbirth was nothing but a fading thought to him. That had been in the war, technology was better, he was in a better place. Your father had ensured his darling daughter would have the best of the best- you always did. The best doctors, the best birthing suite, the best nursery- the best.

But money couldn’t buy your own body betraying itself at birth. It didn’t stop the bleeding, the paling of your skin as you fluttered in and out of consciousness.

You’d grunted like an animal, tearing yourself into two for hours, cursing Coriolanus’ name, begging him to make it stop, crushing his hands with your legs up in the stirrups, pushing your baby out.

Coriolanus was in awe of you, though he’d never get the chance to tell you. How you’d willed yourself to hurt yourself, inflict that selfless pain to bring life into the world. It was positively poetic.

He’d been so overjoyed hearing your babies gargled cry, the nurses announcing its gender- his gender. His son. A boy. A beautiful boy, wailing and delicate and covered in matter that Coriolanus didn’t even care about when he held him close to his own chest.

“What is it, Coryo?” You muttered, eyes drooping, chest heaving with aftershocks of pain from the birth.

“A boy, my love.” Coryo’s eyes shone with tears, lips pressing together to conceal it. “It’s a boy. Our boy, my darling.”

“A boy…” Your speech was slurred, head lolling back onto the pillow.

Coriolanus noticed for the first time how still the room had become, his son’s wailing the only sound. The nurses and doctors, once chipper and gleeful, now bearing a sickly paleness to their face, eerily quiet.

“What? What’s wrong?” Coriolanus snapped, eyes wide, frantic, bouncing around the room. “What’s happening?”

“We-We can’t find-” The doctor’s voice shook, ducked between your legs in a pile of crimson. Coriolanus’ stomach turned violently.

“She’s bleeding. We-We can’t find where the bleeding is.” The nurse whispered.

“What?” Coriolanus snapped. “Bleeding? H-How can she- Find it!” The baby wailed over the sound of Coriolanus’ demanding barks.

“President Snow, we-we’re trying our best-”

“-Try harder.” Coriolanus sneered, clutching the baby closer to his chest. “If anything happens to my wife, I will single handedly ensure your bloodline ends with you. Each of you will know what it feels like to lose your family too if you lose her.” He spat, sending the nurses and doctors into a fearful frenzy.

The newborn wailed, doctors shouted, and Coriolanus’ ears rang, his chest too tight, painfully tight. He couldn’t lose you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t survive that loss. His eyes fell to the screeching baby beneath him, scrunched face and wailing gums. How was he to raise this baby without you?

Anger boiled through his chest at the sight of his son- his fault. A cowering nurse, frozen in shaking fear in the corner, watched him carefully as he stormed towards her. “Take this.” Coriolanus sneered, shoving the baby in her arms.

He hated the feeling, the helplessness that consumed him as he stood, wide eyed and shaking hands he clenched into fists.

Somewhere, somehow, the doctor found the bleeding, stopping it with a triumphant cry. “Get the blood, get the blood!” He shouted, head hooked over his shoulder. “Infuse it now!”

Coriolanus wasn’t sure he could remember how to breathe. Memories of the two of your: the moment you met, the first date, his shaking hands asking for yours in marriage, the way you beamed under your veil at the altar, the same glow that you had when you told him you were pregnant. It could all be gone so easily. Had his father felt this way? So helpless?

Maybe that’s why he’d been so hardened and resentful, so he’d never feel attached- never allow himself to feel so helpless.

Coriolanus decided he couldn’t blame him, sitting in this chair, watching as you rested. The doctor said there’d be a lot of that in the coming hours. That you’d gone through trauma and you needed time. He wanted to rip you from the bed, shake you until you awoke and told him you were ok. He needed to hear it, maddenned himself with the need for it.

Instead, he sat.

Coryo sent the baby out to the nursery. He knew your parents, Tigris, everyone waiting would be thrilled to see the baby boy. Coryo just couldn’t muster the feigned excitement now. The site of his own son made his stomach turn, fear soaked repulsion settled deep in the pitt of his own core.

Somewhere in the night, you awoke. A rustling and a groan that had Coriolanus snapping out of his dazed sleep, head tucked to his shoulder, slumped in the chair beside your bed.

“Don’t move.” Coryo commanded, eyes a kind of bright, frantic wide that had you stilling.

Your throat burned, head dizzy with the medicine they’d pumped into your system. Coriolanus’ hands shook as he brought you the water, hand cupping your jaw gently to feed it to you. You blinked, bleary with confusion. “You’re alright, my love.” Coriolanus' heart swelled, suffocatingly in his own chest. You were alright.

“Coryo,” You croaked, throat tight, rasping from before, you were sure. You remembered the birth, most of it anyways, the blurry memory of your baby in Coryo’s arms before your memory failed. “The-The baby… Is he alright? W-Where’s my baby?”

“He’s with your parents, my love.” Coriolanus’ hand smoothes down your matted hair, sticky with dried sweat. “Nevermind him. How are you? Is anything wrong? Do you need anything? I-I’ll call for the nurse.”

You shook your head, looking around the room. The sheets were clean, your gown clean, but you felt an achy soreness splitting you in half. “What happened?”

Coriolanus felt the lump in his throat grow, strangling his words in his throat. “Y-You had some complications, darling.” He swallowed the burn of his own tears down in his throat. “You were bleeding but they stopped it.”

You blinked, unmoving, soaking in the details of your injury. Coriolanus watched you with a studying glare, eyes scanning for any tiny, minor infliction that something was wrong. “Is-Is the baby ok?” You whispered, eyes shining with fear when you met his gaze.

“The baby’s fine.” Coryo snapped, harsher than he meant to. It alarmed you, your eyes snapping to his carefully. He took a deep breath, holding your hand carefully into his own, thumb running over your knuckles.

“He’s fine.” Coryo said, softer this time. “I need to know how you are. What do you need from me, my love? What can I do to make it better?”

You squeezed his hand lightly, your strength weaker than normal. It made Coriolanus’ spine tingle with shooting chills of concern. “I want to see my baby.” You whispered, head leaning against Coryo’s shoulder.

“No,” Coriolanus shook his head furiously. “No, you-you need to rest, and-and not be bothered by the baby-”

“-Coryo,” Your eyes rounded, so pitifully pleading Coriolanus would have walked through fire for you if you asked him to. “Please? I just want to see our baby.”

And how could he say no? He couldn’t, so instead, Coriolanus called the nurse in. Your parents, proud grandparents, holding the baby, tutting over you. Everyone flitting about the birthing room, Tigris even gleaming with joy at the birth of her nephew. All except Coriolanus, who watched in the corner of the room, a stoic look on his face.

You looked positively radiant, glowing with joy as you held your son. As if that baby hadn’t nearly killed you, Coriolanus wanted to scream the reminder to you, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t dare upset you, risk upsetting you in front of your family.

“Coriolanus,” Tigris’ soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, brought him away from his own sinking, heavy feelings of disappointment. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Tigris.” Coryo’s voice was tight, firm and forced, like the look of awkward contentment he tried to paint across his features.

“You… You haven’t held your son.” Tigris hesitated, voice dropping softly so the others wouldn’t overhear.

“I don’t wish to hold him right now.” Coriolanus sneered.

“He is your son, Coriolanus.” Tigris hissed, her voice dropping to a low hush in the room, terrified you or the others might hear.

“And he almost killed her.” Coryo’s eyes flashed to Tigris’ in horrified rage. “Nearly fated her as my sister did my mother, and if you think for one second I am to be happy at that, then you are-”

“-Coryo,” Your voice croaked, still weak and tired. It made his heart lurch, attention on you in a second, already walking towards your bedside.

“Yes, my love? What do you need?” Coriolanus muttered. Normally, he’d be embarrassed, showing such affection especially in front of your parents, but he hoped they’d pardon his vulnerability in the moment, given the circumstances.

“Look at him,” Your eyes shone with love, pure adoration, as if you weren’t cradling the very thing that almost killed you. It made Coryo sick. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

Coriolanus looked down at the small newborn, wrapped in swaddles, eyes closed and lips twitching with the faintest whimper of a cry. He looked so much like you, so much like himself- the perfect blend of the two of you taking your lips but Coriolanus’ nose.

His heart swelled with pride before he could help it, lips curling in a half smile. He’d grown weak, Coriolanus decided, softened by you and your love. He should be disgusted by the baby, despise him and reject him like an animal in the wild would. But he couldn’t bring himself to it.

“A fine young boy.” Your father boasted, nodding proudly. “The two of you should be very proud.”

“Yes,” Coryo swallowed around the lump in his throat. You leaned into his touch, shifting the baby so he could better see him.

“Any idea on the name?” Your mother hummed, moving beside you.

“I still think Cyrene would be fitting.” You’re beaming, beautiful and proud when you meet Coriolanus’ gaze. “What do you think, Coryo?”

“Yes,” Coryo nodded. “I think that would be a fine name.”

“Cyrene Snow,” You cooed, pressing your nose to the baby’s, pressing a gentle kiss there. Your eyes brimmed with tears when you met Coriolanus’ gaze. “Do you want to hold him, darling?”

“Are you getting tired?” Coryo watched you carefully. “Do you feel alright?”

“Yes,” You nodded. “I don’t want to hog the baby. Want you to have a chance too, darling.”

“That’s alright.” Coryo shook his head politely, suddenly very aware of your parents and Tigris’ gaze on him. “You hold him, my love.”

You frowned lightly. You knew something was off with Coryo, the tightness in his tone, lips falling in a flat line. You waited until later, when Cyrene lay in his bassinet, your family all gone for the night, just you and Coryo in the birthing suite.

“Why will you not hold him?” You asked through the still darkness. Coriolanus' eyes snapped to yours fiercely, startled by your tone.

“Excuse me?”

“Our baby.” You groaned when you sat up, Coryo rushing to your side.

“You need to be careful-”

“-You won’t hold him, Coriolanus.” You gripped his arm, eyes shining in something new- something Coryo wasn’t certain of, but it made his stomach twist. “Why?”

Coriolanus swallowed, the lump in his throat suffocating him. “The last time I held him,” Coryo’s voice was soft, rasping in the quiet room, barely above a whisper. “You nearly died.”

The room was still, far too still for either of you to find comfort. A harsh, shocking truth for the both of you, sickening and cruel. Your near damned fated reality, Coriolanus’ worst fears, the peaceful baby resting in the bassinet besides the two of you.

Pressed into the side of your hospital bed, Coriolanus held you carefully, a stilled reminder that you were still there, that you hadn’t left him. The icy wall he’d built high for his son melted with every soft coo and whisper you gave him, a reminder that you were still with him and would be.

When Coryo finally held Cyrene again, when he’d stirred awake and you were asleep, he turned to the window overlooking Panem’s Capitol, eyes shining with tears- of regret, joy, pain? Even Coryo wasn’t sure, but he rocked his son to sleep carefully, promising him that one day, he’d have what Coryo had. That he wouldn’t leave him the way his father had, that he’d keep him safe, teach him how to keep you safe.

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quicksilversg1rl · 5 months

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thinking about young!coriolanus snow using his fingers to shut you up ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

you were seated on his lap in his study, your bare pussy deliciously grinding down onto his clothed erection, a wet patch forming on the fabric; your head was thrown back, tits bouncing as your hips met his.

he watched you intently, eyes scanning your flushed figure as you made a mess on his pants.

suddenly his office phone started ringing, your hips stilling as your head picked up, watching as coriolanus reached for the phone. you were about to get up and throw your clothes back on when his left hand lightly tapped your ass, signalling for you to keep going.

your eyes widened, a smirk evident on his face at your reaction; you as well as coriolanus knew that you couldn’t keep quiet to save your life.

your hips slowly began to lull forward, his very prominent bulge and the fabric of his pants catching on your bundle of nerves oh so sweetly, causing your teeth to sink into your bottom lip, a soft whimper slipping out, causing coriolanus to give you a look.

you muttered out an inaudible 'sorry’, tears brimming at your waterline as you tried to keep your moans at bay, but how could you, with his dick hitting your clit so perfectly, you couldn’t help but let out a moan, the elitist coriolanus was talking to asking if everything was okay on his end.

your eyes widened as you realized what had happened, coriolanus’ right hand covering the microphone as his left hand moved to grip your chin, his nails digging into your cheeks.

“coryo i’m sorry,” you huffed out, your hips still moving as you looked at him, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him.

coriolanus swore he could cum just by the way you were looking up at him, your naked body shining under the orange hue of the overhead lights in his study, your hair sticking to your forehead, bottom lip bitten red.

“tsk tsk, you can’t even follow simple instructions and keep quiet for me, now can you bunny?” he spoke, his eyes lowering to your aching wet cunt grinding down onto his painfully hard dick.

“i suppose i’ll just have to keep you quiet myself hmm..” he muttered out, shaking his head as his thumb moved to glide over your bottom lip, your lips parting as his digit slid into your mouth, thumb pressing down onto your tongue as your lips wrapped around it.

your eyes closed as your tongue glided around his thumb, your lips plump as they sucked, coriolanus softly grunting at the sight as he moved his hips up to meet yours, the phone pressed to his ear as he hummed to whatever the person on the other end was saying, not even caring what they had to say, the only thing on his mind being how he was going to fuck you silly on every single surface in his study.

this is for you nic @bluemerakis 🐇💖

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zivazivc · 3 months

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so many brainworms about life in the troll tree and jd's adventurous side...

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cloudywriting05 · 3 months

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one of your girls. — coriolanus snow.

we dont gotta be in love, no. i don’t gotta be the one, no. i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

part two published, read here.

cw: dom!coryo, p in v, Bondage, vulgar language, pain during sex, daddy kink, slight sadism(?), 18+, slight non-con, etc

words: 3048 [good, GOD], MAY be grammar errors.

tags: @euphemiaamillais my lovely lady.

“Hey, Snow.”

The blonde boy snapped his head at you, a stern look plastered to his face. You watched his eyes travel up and down your figure, his expression softened as a small smile crept on his face. He turned his body to face you and sighed.

You and Coriolanus’s relationship was unique, to say the least. You’ve known each other your entire life but dedicated your every day to one-upping each other. Your decade-long academic rivalry with him was something you found deeply annoying, and you knew if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, you would’ve killed him by now. Coriolanus found the rivalry thrilling. Watching you stress and work out to get the best grade was entertaining for him. On the days he was lucky, you would be in the library at the same time as him, searching for textbooks to grab before the other could. The number of times he caught himself peering down at your small figure, bent over, frantically digging through piles of chemistry books was criminal.

The new school year had just begun, and you were instantly bombarded with strange rumours. Rumours about Coriolanus, more specifically, his dick. He’d allegedly slept with half of the grade’s female population, including your own friends. You rebuffed them initially, that was until you overheard the said ‘girls’ discussing it, confirming it all. You were annoyed, absolutely livid at the thought of Coriolanus sleeping with them. Why did he leave you out? Was this something else he was showing you that you could never get? Whatever he was doing was working. Fucking your entire friend group but purposely dodging you was a smart move on his behalf. But you were never a loser, never second place.

So here it brought you. Standing in front of your arch nemesis with your arms crossed.

“Could I help you, gorgeous?” he purred, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re a slut, Snow. Fucking all my friends is pretty corny, don’t you think?” you remarked, running a finger down the locker beside him.

He looked at you, guilt written across his face. “I’m not a slut, little girl. And who told you that?”

“Everyone. Everyone is talking about you and your dick, Coriolanus.”

“I got busy over the holidays. Who knew Academy girls could be so desperate for my dick?” he sneered, smiling to himself.

“So why did you do it?”

“Do what?” he asked, puzzled.

“Fuck everyone but me? Were you trying to tick me off? If so, it worked, Snow.”

He let out a laugh, completely bewildered. “Are you high? What are you trying to get at?”

“Did I stutter? You fucked every girl in my friend group but me, even though I should’ve been the first. Now, because you decided to fucking skip me, I have to hear about how freaky you are, or how big your dick is all day!” you blurted, your frustration getting by the absolute best of you as his nonchalant demeanor sent you over the edge.

“So, let me get this straight; you’re angry at me because I didn’t fuck you?” he questioned, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

You stuttered for a second. “Yes, yes I am.”

“We played sandbox together and here you are now, in this empty hallway, begging me to fuck you,” he said as he fixed his uniform.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna fuck me?” you purred, your arms crossed, looking up at him.

“Just to piss you off, no I don’t. Doesn’t matter how hot I think you are, or how long I’ve wanted to for this to happen. I like seeing you mad.” he smiled, knowing he had ticked you off. “I’ll see you in bio, little girl.”

He spoke as he walked away. Your eyes twitched in anger; Snow could not win. Not today.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Plinth!” your words stopped him right in his tracks.

He turned and stalked towards you, stopping only a few inches in front of you. He glared down into your eyes. “If you fuck Sejanus, I’ll kill you both and make it look like an accident.”

You scoffed. “Would you, actually? I don’t know. All I know is that I want you at my house by eleven thirty. If you’re as good as one of the girls was vouching you were, then prove it. Or I’ll get one of your friends to, just to make it even.”

“You win, I’ll see you there, doll.”

It was eleven-twenty on the dot and there was still no sign of Coriolanus. You’d pondered about the interaction from today for hours, worried you came off too demanding. You thought to yourself for a while that he was going you stand you up and purposely not come, that would’ve sent you over the edge. You sat on your bed, every negative thought running through your head. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking.

You rushed downstairs and stood in front of the door. “Who is it?”

“Is that a joke?” Coriolanus spoke from the other side of the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’m freezing.”

You flung the door open, Coriolanus stood there, a smile plastered to his face. He sported a worn-out shirt that was fitted, hugging his chest. He paired it with pajama pants with a red pattern and slides that looked like they should’ve never left his house. He walked right past you into your home. “You look like you’re about to go to sleep, couldn’t dress sexier?”

“I mean it’s gonna come right off, isn’t it?”

“Whatever, my room is upstairs and the first to your right.”

“Perfect.”

You watched the boy jog up the stairs and disappear behind the wall, following him shortly after.

You entered the room to him sitting on the bed, using his arms to sit up behind him. You closed the door behind you without breaking eye contact. You could physically feel the tension in the room, his entire demeanor shifting from minutes ago. You felt almost chilled.

He lifted himself from the edge of your bed and walked towards you, stopping himself only when his face was inches from yours. “Did one of the girls ever tell you what I did to them?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think.”

“I’ll have to show you, won't I?” he purred, his hand traveling up from your side to your chin.

“Yeah, I guess.”

His hand landed on your cheek, taking you by surprise. You gasped as his hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stupid girl. You wanted me to treat you like your friends, right? They didn’t talk, so why should you?”

You should’ve walked away; you should’ve told him to get out. The boy who defined your entire academy life just slapped you in the face and degraded you, yet your entire body yearned for his touch. You stared into his eyes, they were glistening, wild with power and lust. His blonde hair dimly lit by the streetlight peering through your window into your dark, cold room. You needed to get even; you needed him to fuck you to get even. You needed him inside of you and in that moment, you didn’t care if it was the last thing you did that night.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Coryo.”

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the Capitol knows how much of a dumb, little slut you are for me. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me because I’m a slut... for you.” you proclaimed, your voice projected as he breathed against your cheek, his grip on your chin still tight.

“Pathetic, but good enough,” he replied, he released your chin and moved himself away from you slightly. “Get on the bed and strip for me, now.”

You nodded dumbly, crawling onto the bed. You lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it on the ground beside you, removing your pants and underwear right after. You sat there idly, completely bare, whilst a clothed Coriolanus stood in front of you, fucking you with his gaze. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, admiring you.

He raised a hand and began to caress your cheek; you instinctively nuzzled your face into his palm causing him to softly laugh. “The smartest and prettiest girl in the academy, sitting naked waiting for me to fuck her like a good girl.”

He looked down on you, you were naked and nuzzling your face into his palm, inaudibly begging him to fuck you. You were desperate and it turned him on so much. The most stubborn girl he fawned over for years now naked and begging him to fuck her. He could feel his dick trying to break free from his pants just from the sight of you.

He walked away and disappeared into your open closet, leaving you clueless. He walked out with a ribbon in his hand.

“That’s my grandma's, Coryo. That’s the ribbon she gifted me. What do you need it for?” you questioned, puzzled.

“Put your back against your bed frame and stop asking me stupid questions. Sluts with dirty mouths like you, my dear, don’t get to talk.”

You followed his command and shuffled up until your bare back was against the headboard, waiting patiently for his next command. You were the smartest girl at your academy yet there you were, brainlessly waiting for Snow to tell you what to do.

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for your hand. “Give me your hands, doll.”

You timidly raised your hand towards him. He grabbed your wrist and began to firmly tie the piece of ribbon around them, causing you to wince slightly. The thin material pressed against your skin as you looked at him, hopeless. There he had you. Your wrists tied, naked. Your knees spread exposing you.

He took his time once again, admiring your small, fragile frame. “You look so gorgeous, let daddy see what’s between your legs better, okay?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to the boy. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. He used his hands to turn you over on your knees, your hands still restrained, using your elbows for support.

“How many times did you speak to that bitch this week?” he inquired from behind you.

“Who? Sejanus? … Maybe three or four times, I’m not too sure–”

“Too many times. Way too many fucking times.”

You felt a hard hand land against your cheek, your back curled in pain as you threw your head between your hands. It was followed by another, causing you to cry out in pain. He slapped your ass again, and then once more. Painful groans escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

“Four slaps for four conversations. Turn over and spread your legs a bit more for me, okay?”

You dumbly followed, still wincing in pain. You turned yourself onto your back and spread your legs as far as you could, quivering and vulnerable. Coriolanus watched, entranced by your naked body. You looked at the boy, gawking at you. His hand grabbed your tied wrists and lifted them above your head. The boy then moved his head between your knees, planting a kiss on your knee, then on your inner thigh. He peered up at you, your pussy throbbing and yearning for his touch.

“Please, I can’t take it. Touch me,” you begged, your voice timid, scared of the boy between your thighs.

“Say please.”

“Please, please?”

“Good girl.” he purred, lowering his head further, you felt his nose graze your pubic bone.

His lips planted a kiss, then moved down to your folds. A moan instantly escaped your lips, your body churning at the feeling of his lips on your moist folds. Your back arched. You felt his lips move against your core, lapping at your folds. He used his tongue to press against your clit, making you cry out and heave. His arm traveled up to your breast, massaging it as his tongue lapped at your pussy. His nose pressing against you. You squirmed as he used his mouth to suck your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head. The sensations overstimulate you, leaving you hopeless. You didn’t dare bring your arms down, knowing he wouldn’t react well.

He lifted his head from your heat for a second and peered up at you. “You taste so good, let me show you.”

He raised himself and lowered his lips onto yours. Forcing your mouth open with his, his tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned in his mouth, completely dumbfounded by the boy.

“Now, open your mouth,” he said, gripping onto your chin.

You dumbly followed, letting him spit into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation.

“Good, you did one thing right,” he remarked, unbuttoning his pants, holding eye contact with you from above.

He swiftly removed his pants, followed by his shirt. His body was leaner than you’d expected, his muscular frame surprising you. He hauled himself off the bed and lowered his brief, freeing his throbbing penis. You let out a small gasp. He motioned for you to come towards him, you crawled, wrists still tied, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis right across from your face. He stared down at you.

“Look what you did to me, fix it up. Now,” he demanded.

You nodded your head as you leaned to lick his penis. You use your lips to latch onto his tip, sucking on it as you let your tongue massage it. He groaned from above you, eyes closed. Your head moving slowly to and from, his dick still in your mouth. Your tongue glided back and forth as you pleasured the boy. He threw his head back as you did everything you could to his dick with your mouth alone, you spat on it frantically as you took his cock deeper into your throat. Gagging on his dick and pushing yourself past your limit.

“Go fucking deeper, you dumb fucking slut. Treat it like you would treat some other guys. Whore.” he demanded, his hand latching onto a chunk of your hair.

He pushed himself further down your throat, tears rolling down your eyes in return. He pumped your throat like it was your pussy, you gagged on his cock uncontrollably. Your wrists were tied in front of you, helpless as he fucked your throat. He pulled your head back with the chunk of hair. You gasped for a breath of air frantically, tears rolling down your eyes. His open palm landed against your cheek again, causing you to gasp in pain.

“When I tell you to go deeper, I mean it, slut. Aren’t you meant to be smart?” he scoffed, looking down at your frail frame. “You spent years trying to get under my fucking skin, now I’m on yours, and you don’t know how to act? Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you.” you whimpered, sniffling as he shot you a smile.

“There you go, pretty girl. Turn over for me now.”

You nodded dumbly, turning around on the edge of the bed. You used your elbows for support as you perked your backside up. The boy stared at you hungrily. You felt a slap land on your cheek again, causing you to flinch in pain.

“You wanna feel me?”

He watched your head bop and down in response. Within no time he prepped himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You groaned into the mattress, feeling his large cock stretch your pussy.

“Little Miss Capitol is tight, isn’t she?” he sneered.

He slowly pushed himself in, then out. You groaned as his pace picked up excruciatingly slow, every thrust filling you up. His dick stretched your walls, every bit of your pussy was filled with his cock. He gripped your hip and leaned forward, using his free hand to push your wrists further from you.

His pace quickened. His cock slung in and out of you, moaning as he slapped your ass. You didn’t flinch, distracted by the feeling of his cock. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, hitting a spot within you that hadn’t known of until now. Your body quivered as you felt the boy fuck you with all his strength.

You felt his arm wrap around your throat, pulling you up and restraining your breathing. You gasped, his pace not slowing. You felt his chest against your back as he thrusts into you mercilessly. His free hand slithers to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You felt your muscles wear as he continued to push into you, overstimulated beyond comprehension.

Your stomach tightened as you came, and you shrieked. Your entire body loses its balance, flailing forward on your chest. Coriolanus didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you, your body limp in front of him. You moaned into the mattress as he fucked you whilst his hand circulated your clit.

“I came, Coriolanus, I came!”

“I know, shut up.”

He ignored your words. Your body tightened again, this time your juices threatened to squirt out. You fought every bone in your body to not let it out. His finger still rubbing your clit as he pushed into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I can’t, it hurts!”

“Yes, you can, you can.” He breathed from behind you.

You cried out, shamefully squirting on your bedsheets. The boy pulled his cock out and frantically massaged it until his semen shot on your back. He heaved from behind you.

“Now, you are just like the rest of the girls. I’ll see you on Monday, doll.”

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pt2 published…. read here.

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emma-the-artkid · 23 days

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Ok so like- Marble Sky oc 👁️👁️✨

I couldn’t help myself! The alien designs look so cool and i really wanted to make one! I know not a lot of other people have done this- at least not that I’ve seen- but i really REALLY like this mini fandom- so now Rymonatrix (or Trix for short) exists! And I hope you all like her! Because I’m so gonna draw her more🩵🩵✨

I did not make Marble Sky! It was made by @somerandomdudelmao !! Please go check them out! Their art is gorgeous🩵✨✨

Have a wonderful day everyone🩵🫶✨

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onewizardgirl · 1 year

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Part 2/3 of her little cub

New beginnings

While young lakelyn continued to sleep peacefully in minerva's lap she opened the letter she received carefully.

Minerva, it has come to my attention that something quite awful has happened to lakelyn's parents. The only reason I did not send a patronus and instead sent my owl is I had heard through poppy that lakelyn was in your chambers sleeping. I did not want my patronus to cause Lakelyn to be startled awake. When she does wake though, we shall converse with her to break the news, and work out a plan going forward.

Sincere reguards, Albus

Minerva looked over the letter again and wondered why albus did not disclose what had happened to lakelyn's parents. Until a smaller parchment fell from the envelope.

Ps. I got a letter from the ministry informing me that lakelyn's parents died due to a muggle airplane crash, apparently they were headed to norway to visit family. The ministry has documented final will and testament for both parents that have been on file since lakelyn was born during the first wizarding war. I would like to let you take over custody agreements and such, I know you've wanted to raise a child for the longest time.

Minerva sighed heavily, watching as poppy quietly entered the small living area and set down a tray of sausages and toast,

"What's troubling you? And don't say nothing i can tell you're tense," poppy said pushing stray hairs away from minerva's face.

"This poor girl has just been orphaned, her parents died in a plane crash on their way to norway," minerva explained solemnly.

Though lakelyn was only a first year and minerva knew very little about her, she felt attatched to the young gryffindor girl. And as difficult as it would be to gain guardianship over her minerva believed it best for her. She had done a little research of each of her students' families as to know them better and lakelyn's relatives were very close with vernon and petunia dursley. The most mean and mundane of muggles, minerva should know, after all they did lock harry potter under the stairs for 10 years.

"Minerva dear, i believe you have something else on your mind as well, something important. Your eyes tell me everything your mouth doesnt," poppy asked

So minerva cast a small silencing ward around lakelyn, letting her sleep. It was saturday and neither lakelyn or minerva slept much last night.

Sighing before she spoke, she told poppy

"Albus has left me to take over guardianship arrangements. And i was thinking since lakelyn has not very nice relatives, we could take over as her guardians. I know it sounds impulsive and very impractical poppy, but i have a feeling if we take over guardianship of her, not only will it positively affect her, but it may get the ministry on our side in future fostering and adoption of orphaned wizards."

"My love, why would i ever think an idea of yours would be impractical? You always have a good reason behind decisions you make even if they are a bit impulsive on occasion, i think your idea is wonderful. Shall we call albus in and wake up miss thomas to get things going. The students will be going home for christmas next week and i want to get this sorted before then," poppy said holding minerva's hand

"I believe so, let me wake miss thomas and if you'd like you can send a patronus informing albus of our decision and reasoning."

As the ward was lifted from lakelyn she stirred, and eventually opened her eyes to see minerva looking at her with an unreadable expression.

"Morning professor," the girl said sitting up and stretching.

Albus gave three gentle knocks before entering the living area of minerva's chambers.

"Good morning professor dumbledore," lakelyn said kindly.

"Good morning miss thomas," albus said kindly back before continuing, " i do not know exactly how to tell this news, but i received a letter earlier this morning, concerning your parents, lakelyn. It has been brought to my attention that a plane that was headed to norway crashed and tragically none of the passengers survived, this unfortunately includes your parents who were going to see family."

Lakelyn remained silent, unsure of how to react.

"My sister? Was she with them?" Lakelyn asked worried about her younger sister mandy who was barely six at the time.

"There were no children on the flight, i assume she was left with your grandmother," albus told

"Lakelyn, madame pomfrey and I have agreed to take guardianship of you and potentially mandy as well, is there any family that you can think of that may want to obtain guardianship?" Minerva asked the girl

"No, most everyone leaves me and mandy alone with mum and dad since we are freaks to them because of our magic, i hope gram isnt hurting mandy for accidental magic," lakelyn said

This specific phrase struck a nerve with minerva, "hurting her? Please explain?" She asked feeling an anger bubble deep inside her veins

"If mandy or myself accidentaly did magic while we stayed with her, she would usually lock us on our room, or if it was really bad she would pull our ears or hit us with her belt. Thats why mum and dad usually don't make us stay with her but when they have to go out of town or are working we had to," lakelyn explained pushing her hair back to show a scar around her ear no doubt from her gram's harsh pulling.

"Well, if you agree to it we will go retrieve mandy and head straight to the ministry to get you legally and magically under my guardianship," minerva said

"I agree, i just need to get some clothes from my dorm," lakelyn said standing to leave

"No need, my cub," Minerva said, waving her wand. The black nightgown and slippers turned into a red and gold dress with shoes to match and messy hair twisted itself in a neat braid down her back.

Within moments minerva had walked lakelyn outside of grounds and apparated to the house in magnolia crescent.

A knock on the door, and an elderly woman appeared with a small girl hiding on the stairs behind her.

"Can i help you?" The woman asked

"I am here for mandy, her parents have sent me to retrieve her,"

"Go ahead, keep the brat as long as you want," she said sourly

"Mandy! Come on," lakelyn said ushering the girl out of the house.

Now to the ministry…

Upon their arrival minerva had immediately been guided down to the guardian hearing floor

"Can you two stay here for me, i wont be too long," minerva asked the pair conjuring a few toys like a doll and a little brain puzzle.

While the girls waited minerva did everything she could to convince the wizengamot that luckily included albus and a few others that she was eligible of obtaining legal and magical guardianship over the girls.

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"What makes you eligible to care for the two girls in question?" The judge asked

"Im a teacher and care for many students who board at hogwarts school each year, most younger siblings to my muggleborn students love me and parents trust me greatly with their children," minerva explained

"I believe that as of today you will be the legal and magical guardian of lakelyn and mandy thomas,"

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After the wizengamot signed off on the papers minerva took the girls to the castle, taking a carriage from the Hogwarts station to allow Mandy the opportunity to be amazed at the castle's exterior.

"Mandy, i want you to meet my wife, poppy pomfrey, madame pomfrey to students. She and i will be taking care of you two for a while," Minerva explained, not having the heart to tell the child her parents died in a plane crash. She had introduced herself over a celebratory trip to the three broomsticks for hot cocoa, and as most children do, she immediately loved minerva.

"Auntie poppy?" Mandy asked hopefully. She grew attached to people quickly, much quicker than her sister. Lakelyn would take some time before calling minerva and poppy anything other than professor,"

"Yes dearest, i'm your auntie poppy," the matron said kneeling down to accept a hug from mandy.

"Lakelyn, if you would like to, a small advantage of being a professor's child means you get a small living area in my chambers if you would like to move from your dormitory to be with mandy." Minerva offered

"Can i?" Lakelyn asked

"Of course my cub," minerva confirmed, "and i can charm it to look as you would like,"

As minerva conversed with lakelyn poppy had been listening to mandy chatter on about anything she could think up, from stuffies and toys, to unicorns and dragons.

"Shall we go to your new dormitory?" Minerva asked

Lakelyn nodded with a small smile.

And the four of them began a journey through what would likely be the best years of minerva and poppy's lives.

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