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[cryptidxmoth]

Someone Aervis has forgiven?

"...She floated there ever so gently like she was one of the many stars she created..."

#∘☽∘ echos in the dark ∘☾∘ (asks) #∘☽∘ tiny moth cryptid ∘☾∘ (aervis) #∘☽∘ The Grand Keeper of the Stars∘☾∘ (Ethereus) #∘☽∘ blurry camera photos ∘☾∘ (art) #fo #∘☽∘ it's all folklore ∘☾∘ (headcanons) #i totally read this wrong.. my dumb ass thought it said forgotten... so here you go instead

[jasmines-library]

Hello!! I was hoping I could request for a Winchester sister reader that's taking care of the brothers when they're sick? Maybe making chicken noodle soup for them and stuff! Just something cute, I just need some comfort 🥹 Thank you if you take my request! 🫶

Noodle Soup

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Note: Sorry its a little short, I wanted to get some spn out for you all tonight because its been a hot minute since I wrote for spn and I’m ashamed

Word Count: 1k

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You never thought you would ever say this, but the infamous Dean Winchester was sick. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he would ever say it. Not out loud at least, but this morning, he could hardly drag himself out of bed and he was hit with a migraine and blocked sinuses that completely threw him off balance.

 It put him in a bad mood as he tried to make his way to the kitchen, grumbling something about how he was fine. He was betrayed by the dry cough that left him heaving and leaning heavily on the side of the counter. You considered getting up many times as you watched him from the kitchen table as you scanned the papers for any possible hunts, but you knew his foul mood would more than likely end in an argument that you didn’t want to be involved in. What finally made you push your chair out from the table to put a stop to Dean’s antics was when he was fumbling around with a pan and dropped it on the floor with a clatter. 

“Alright. That’s it. ” You linked an arm around him, pulling him away from the counter. 

“Get the hell off me, Y/N.” Dean tried to push you away. “I’m fine.”

“Dean.” You gave him a look, narrowing your eyes at him stubbornly. “You can barely stand straight.”

He tried to turn back to the kitchen. “Piss off.”

You took his arm and dragged him back to the sofa. He sank back into it with a cough. 

“Stay put.”

Your brother rolled his eyes and grumbled, but made no attempt to stand. 

Sighing in content, you made your way back to the kitchen to make a start on breakfast when you heard another set of lumbering footsteps echoing through the bunker. 

“I swear to god, Dean-” You started, making your way out of the kitchen only to come face to face with a very gruff-looking Sam. His hair was tousled and his eyes had dark shadows beneath them. 

“Sammy?” You frowned. 

“Hey y/n/n” He greeted. His voice was hoarse and scratchy, as if someone had replaced it with sandpaper. Perhaps it was not just one set of coughs and sneezes that kept you up last night. 

“You too, huh?” You asked as he plonked himself on a stool in the kitchen. 

Although less stubborn than his older brother, Sam still hesitated for a moment before sighing. 

“Yep. I think we must have picked it up at the bar on the last hunt.”

It made sense. The two of them had gone out to the bar the other nights while you scouted out the local town. You weren’t sick, so it seemed to add up.

Sam groaned, rubbing his temples to try and ease the pressure. 

“Why don’t you go and join Dean? I’ll bring some food out in a bit.”

Nodding, Sammy took his leave, stumbling back to his brother. 

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“Alrighty…” You balanced two bowls of steaming soup in your hands and you pushed open the door with your foot. 

Your brothers didn’t seem to have improved much since this morning. Stubbornly as ever they both sat bundled up in blankets on the couch, wallowing in their own self pity and watching whatever they could find on the TV to keep themselves entertained. In the meantime, you were making sure that they were well cared for: making sure their temperatures didn’t get too high, or handing them painkillers to help with the headache. It was only fair, they had spent countless hours looking after you in the past when you were ill. 

That was why you found yourself in the kitchen nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was your mother’s recipe; something that John had stashed away at the back of his journal. You could see why: it was the perfect remedy for a day like this. 

Handing a bowl to both of your brothers, you watched as they sipped the steaming liquid and twisted the noodles around on a fork. Glad to see that they could stomach food, you went back into the kitchen to grab your own bowl. Your two brothers had sprawled themselves out across the length of the sofa, so you took a seat on the floor with your head leaning against Sam’s legs. 

“Thank you.” Dean said as you took your seat.

“It’s not a problem.” You told him.

“We should be the ones taking care of you.” Dean continued.

You frowned, deepening the creases on your forehead. “Says who?”

Dean faltered. “Us.”

“Let me take care of you for once.”

The three of you stayed there for the rest of the day, talking and watching films through half lidded eyes and checking that your brothers were feeling okay. But, a few hours and a mountain of tissues later, they had finally drifted off to sleep.

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[lees-chaotic-brain]

For your recent event can I request

Blue Ocean and #2

Thank you

Three Little Words (Gojo x Reader)

CW: rejection, blood, slight spoilers for the jjk movie, implied past satosugu i guess, mutual pining, reader is female, implied death, brief mentions of blood, mentions of injury

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"Sorry, not interested."

Three little words. Three little words was all it took to shatter your heart.

You had spent the last three years of your life trying to track down the person attached to the other end of your soulmate thread.

All that time spent hoping. All that time spent daydreaming about what he would be like, only for this.

For you to meet him because he was your new coworker, and fellow teacher at Jujutsu Tech. For him to reject you upon first sight.

You hadn't even spoken a word yet. All it took was him glancing at the red ribbon connecting the two of you for him to shut you down.

Your mind went blank. There was no way you heard him correctly, right...?

"What?"

"I'm not interested."

He stated casually, as if he was just commenting on the weather.

"You-You don't even know my name yet!"

With all logic having flown out the window, this was the best you could come up with.

"Oh, you're right. What's your name?"

Stupefied, you told him.

"That's pretty. Anyways, it's not you, it's me."

Taking your blank gaze as understanding, he perked up.

"My name's Gojo Satoru. I hope we can be friends!"

With an enthusiastic handshake, he was off, leaving you standing in shock, unsure of what just happened.

Reaching up and touching your cheek, you were surprised to find that it was wet.

Huh, that was strange. When did you start crying?

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Days turned to weeks turned to months.

At first, things were a little awkward between you and your soulmate.

You were hurt, angry and confused. But the more time you spent with him, the more those feelings ebbed away, his presence a balm that soothed all your hurts and insecurities.

Why. Why did he have to reject you? Why did he have to be so insufferable? Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive? Why did he have to be aware that he was so goddamn attractive?

Why couldn't he send you any clear signals?

One day he was playfully calling you his 'best bud' while the two of you played pranks on Nanami or got into mischief.

And the next he was tenderly cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the dark bags under your eyes; concern evident on his face as he quietly asked if you were doing okay, and telling you to take a break.

And if he really wasn't interested, why didn't he officially break the soulmate bond? Why did he change the subject every time you tried to bring it up?

It was driving you insane. You were falling for him. And hard. But the echo of his words replayed in your head every time you considered broaching the subject.

You didn't know what to do.

So you did the only thing you could; you kept it professional. After all, the two of you were coworkers, nothing more, nothing less.

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Gojo was tired of just being your coworker.

He wanted more. Had wanted more from the moment he laid eyes on your breathtaking face.

Sure, it had broken a visceral part of him to reject you, but if it was to keep you safe, he would do it a million times over.

However, no matter how much he told himself he couldn't be with you, that he had to officially sever the soulmate bond, he couldn't bring himself to officially break the tie that made the two of you soulmates.

The more time he spent with you, the more time he got to spend with you, the harder he fell.

He had never felt like this towards anyone. The only person that had ever come close before this had been Suguru, but his relationship with him had been soured by the fact that they both knew Gojo's soulmate was out there.

But when you were in his life, his entire world lit up. Everything was brighter and more vibrant. He felt like you saw him for Satoru, the man he was, instead of the burdens fate and Jujutsu society had placed upon his shoulders.

So selfishly he had kept the soulmate bond intact.

And now, staring at your mangled form laying before him, the precious blood that belonged in your veins leaking out onto the floor as you struggled to breathe, he remembered.

He remembered why he wasn't allowed to love. Why he had pushed you away.

God, he was so stupid to think that Suguru wouldn't go after you. He was so stupid for believing that his friend wasn't irredeemable.

And his stupidity and selfishness could very well cost you your life.

"You never change, do you."

Only then did Gojo realize that he had been speaking aloud, voicing his inner turmoil as the two people he cared for most lay dying before him.

Suguru coughed, wincing as the motion aggravated his injuries.

"You say that she's injured because you selfishly clung to your soulmate bond, right?"

"What are you implying Suguru?"

Gojo asked, weariness and heartbreak in his voice as he applied pressure to your injuries. He couldn't take you to get help until he took care of Suguru, but he wanted to give his former best friend a chance to say his last words.

"What I'm saying is that she got hurt because you were selfish, yes, but not in the way you think you were. You aren't selfish because you refuse to break the bond. You were selfish because you kept your distance. You could've come to her rescue much earlier, but you didn't because doing so would admit that she meant something to you. And you were more comfortable keeping her at a distance, because you didn't want to have to fear losing her."

Suguru sighed, shifting to a more comfortable position.

"You know, I never hated the people at Jujutsu Tech. If she survives, tell her how you really feel. She deserves at least that. And after that, tell her I'm sorry, okay."

Gojo barked a laugh, tears burning the backs of his eyes as a looming sense of grief and apprehension filled him. He knew what he had to do next.

"Okay, I will."

He smiled.

"Wingmanning me till the end. My best friend."

His face softened as he reminisced on better times.

"My one and only."

Suguru returned the smile, and Gojo finished him, gently closing his eyes afterwards.

Standing and wiping the tears from his eyes, he turned and picked you up, before stepping into a new chapter of his life.

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When you woke up, you were greeted by the bright white of the hospital ceiling.

Groaning, you attempted to sit up, only to be stopped by the massive man-child sprawled across your lap.

With a snort, he shot up, disoriented as he rejoined the land of the waking.

Noticing you were awake, he froze, before reaching out and grabbing your hands.

"Can I say something?"

"Right now?"

You asked, a little confused as to what could be so important that he was waiting at your bedside for you to wake up.

"Yes."

His unusually somber tome threw you off.

"Of course. What's the matter?"

"I'm so sorry."

"Um, I'm confused. For what?"

"For rejecting you. This is by no means any excuse, but the last person I was close to abandoned me. I was afraid to let anyone get close to me, but instead of facing my fear, I excused it by telling myself that if I let myself care for you then curses would target you to get to me. So I told myself that it was to protect you instead of acknowledging that I'm selfish coward who was just trying to protect myself-"

"Hold up."

You cut off his rambling, needing a moment to process.

"Are you trying to tell me that you rejected me because you were afraid that in the end I was going to betray you, but you were too emotionally constipated to acknowledge that, so instead you convinced yourself that you were pushing me away for my own protection?"

Downcast he nodded.

"And you're apologizing for that."

"Yes. If I had just protected you by staying by your side, you never would have gotten hurt! The only reason you're in here is because I was too scared to admit that I love you!"

You froze.

"Say it again."

"What."

"What you just said."

Realization dawned on Gojo's face, and his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

"I love you."

He murmured shyly, looking at the comforter.

You leaned forwards and hugged him, burying your head in his chest.

"Again."

You whispered, lips brushing against the fabric of his uniform.

"I love you."

A content smile spread across your face.

"I'm still sorta pissed at you, but you have no idea how happy you just made me."

You said, nuzzling into his shirt.

"I love you too."

He froze in disbelief. There was no way you returned his feelings. He didn't deserve that.

"Do you really forgive me?"

"Mmmm, say it one more time for me."

"I love you."

"Okay I forgive you."

Finally at peace, you basked in the warmth from being in the arms of your soulmate.

Who knew that those three little words were all it took.

Three little words to heal your heart.

Cuddling with soulmate, you knew that you would be okay, as long as he continued to tell you those three little words.

You deep personal reflection was interrupted by Gojo's voice.

"Oh, by the way, Suguru says sorry."

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#lee's brain asks #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #soulmate au #angst to fluff #mutual pining #lee's 1 year anniversary event #crack ending #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x female reader

[joshsjipple]

Safe Measures

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey beauties! I hope you’re all doing fantastic! I love you all, hope you enjoy some josh!

Word Count: 3.1k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI! explicit sexual content, pain kink, small sir kink, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), slapping, choking, p in v, oral sex (f recieve), praise, dirty talk, degradation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, language, dom (m) sub (f).

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You stare at the man hunched over his notebook in front of you. His eyebrows are furrowed, sand-colored curls dusting over them. He pulls his bottom lip between his perfectly white teeth, tugging on the skin as he intensely studies his material.

You shift in your seat quietly, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. You lazily drag your eyes over your book just incase Josh is disturbed by your movement and tosses a glance your way. You doubt he would even care but you do it anyway.

Eventually, your eyes find his face again. His dark eyes glare into the pages of his anatomy book as he mumbles under his breath. You watch his fingers twirl a pen in circles and for a brief moment your mind attempts to imagine what else he would be good at.

You swallow and squeeze your eyelids shut in hopes of shooing the thoughts away before your whole chair is soaked. When you return to Josh’s insanely sculpted face, he is furiously jotting down notes.

Dressed in a white t-shirt, his arms are in your line of sight. You watch the muscles in his hands that run all the way up to his bicep emerge from their hiding spot.

You shift in your seat, rolling your hips in a motion that will only satisfy you for a minute. Your chair creaks from under you and you grit your teeth. Josh pauses and tilts his head slightly upward, just enough to give you the death stare of your life. You only give him an apologetic smile and mentally curse yourself for getting turned on by him being upset with you.

Josh continues jotting down notes and you continue pretending to help. You brush your hair over your face to make it appear like you’re studying as well but in reality you’re watching him. He’s laser focused on his notes. His red tongue darts out from out of his mouth and rests between his lips. His jaw—already freakishly chiseled— clenches at his work. He tilts his head, hands still writing, and mumbles under his breath. You lose yourself when he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. Under the damp glow of the desk light, the slight trail of saliva coating his flesh adds to your fantasy.

You shift in your seat again, another squeak accompanying you. He doesn’t look this time. Or the next time. Or the time after that. By the 3rd time you’ve caused the painful screech of the chair to echo through the room, his eyes flick up to yours again.

“Are you just going to sit there and make noise all night?” He quips, letting his pencil roll into the crevice of his book.

A bit startled, you take your time to reply. “Sorry.”

“Is something wrong with your chair? How many times do you need to readjust yourself—”

His words trail off making you bury your hands in your lap as a brief wave of silence washes over the two of you. The air is thicker now, like he’s somehow trapped in your mind, reading your thoughts and seeing your imagination. You feel hot and red, your core damp between your legs.

“I see,” he says after a few moments of impending torture.

He clears his throat and rests his arms on the edge of the table. Your eyes flick from him to the floor, undecided on where to stay. The table squeaks when he leans forward to close some distance between the two of you.

Immediately your eyes find his.

“What?” You spit out after he fails to speak.

His eyes dart across every inch of your face, inspecting and soaking up every pore. He reads you like a book, every word, every line, every individual character. When he’s done, he smirks and uses his thumb to gently circle the skin on your chin.

“Josh—”

“Hm?” He asks, his voice silky and smooth. “Something bothering you?”

Your lips part and his eyes watch them closely. “What do you mean?”

He playfully rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue in the process. “Don’t play games. I’m not in the mood, mama.”

The nickname sends goosebumps cascading across your skin. Your eyes widen but you quickly recover. The rest of your body is flaming hot and you squeeze your thighs again.

“There it is again,”

“Sit back down. You’re imagining things,” your voice shakes.

“I can feel your body heat from here. If I had a marshmallow I’m pretty sure I could roast it,”

Your cheeks are flaming as you choke back a laugh. He giggles softly, the most gentle thing you’ve ever heard him release. Your breathing hitches as your eyes connect again. It’s now that you can see the lust and desire that drowns in them.

His fingers—perched on your chin— drag your face upwards slightly to meet his lips. They brush against yours at first, along with his nose. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses them against you more firmly. His lips are warm and soft as they gently work across yours. He opens his mouth just enough to give you a taste of his saliva. It’s sweet like honey, making you want to drown in the sticky liquid until you’re covered in nothing but him.

When your mind finally processes what the fuck is going on, you pull away first. Despite only kissing for two seconds, you’re extremely out of breath. Then again, maybe it's his hand cupping your cheek that has you spiraling.

“Josh we shouldn’t,” you say unconvincingly.

“Why not?”

“We’re in a library.” You scoff.

“A private room. The hallway lights are shut off, they forgot about us. If someone comes up the stairs they will flicker on and we will know,” he talks softly into your face, thumb still stroking your skin. “Besides, I think it turns you on a bit.”

“What?” You respond rather quickly.

“You’re panting and I’ve barely touched you.” He blushes even though his eyes are filled to the brim with cockiness. “You like the idea of being seen doing something we aren’t supposed to?”

Caught in your own trap, you swallow and hunt for something else to say. “What about anatomy? We have a test tomorrow and—”

“Okay. We’ll study.” He agrees but he doesn’t move. “But first can you stand up for me?”

Confused, you rise to your feet. Josh sits on the edge of the table, a shit-eating smirk on his face. Quickly, his hands fall on your waist. He pulls you into him, parting his own legs to grant you access. You don’t protest despite your words from a few seconds ago. When you’re standing over him, you bring your hands to his hair. You can’t help but softly fluff his curls. He whines slightly when you accidentally tug on a few strands, making your knees wobble. With his big brown eyes staring into yours, you lean down and kiss him again. You’re so desperate to feel his skin against yours again. He smiles against the kiss, his hand finding its place around the back of your neck. His other hand wanders down to your ass and squeezes it. You reply with a soft moan and reward him with a light tug of his hair. With that, his hands dart to the front of your waist to work insanely fast undoing the buttons. Then he pushes you backwards a bit, giving him room to stand in front of you.

He spins you so the back of your legs are pressed against the table as his were a second ago. His tongue enters your mouth, exploring the area as his teeth pulling on your lip. He begins to work your pants down until they rest on your knees. Swiftly, he spins you around so your back is pressed firm against his chest. You feel his breathing hitch as his hand wraps loosely around your neck. You feel yourself begin to spill down your leg and with a whine you say:

“Harder,”

He obeys quickly, squeezing with enough force to knock the wind out of you but careful enough he doesn’t hurt you. His breath dances across your skin as his mouth nears your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you into this table. But first I’m gonna play with you.” He rasps.

With no warning, you’re bent across the table. It’s cold pressed against the thin material of your shirt, making you yelp in pleasure. The hand that Josh used to guide you into the position dances down your back before smacking your ass cheek.

“Oh fuck!” You moan.

“Oh yeah? You like that, pretty girl?” He smacks the same area again and you cry in pleasure.

He sinks to his knees, pulling your panties and pants all the way off your feet. His hands massage your calves as he kisses up your body, worshiping every inch like it’s sacred. His warm tongue arouses you as it drags across the back side of your legs. You’re already squirming.

His hands sit between your legs now, gently prying them apart to his liking. Josh takes the tip of his finger and drags it through your folds and your body jumps at the contact.

“You’re soaked. So fucking wet for me, yeah? Tell me how wet this pretty fucking pussy is for me.”

You gather your strength. “So wet for you. Please do something.”

“How could I ever say no,” he says in a soft tone.

When his tongue licks a stripe through your folds, you feel yourself begin to evaporate. Flattening your hands on the surface, you allow the pleasure to engulf you. His tongue, as soft as silk, toys with your clit. He swirls the flesh in his mouth, repeating every motion that makes you whine into the room.

His fingers dig into the skin of your thighs, holding you open for his own pleasure. He eats you out like it’s the only thing he has ever wanted to do. He flicks your bud with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth with his lips. He kneads it between the skin, earning pathetic whimpers from you.

“So good, Josh. Just like that,” you encourage, reaching behind to wrap your hands in his hair.

He moans at the praise, sending vibrations straight to your clit. Fire burns in your core and your teeth violently attack your bottom lip to keep yourself from screaming. When he inserts a finger, you know you’re a goner.

You’re grinding against his face, cursing and moaning with every stroke his tongue makes. He continues to make noise into your pussy, getting off on your own enjoyment. His tongue toys at your entrance, circling the hole wishing it was his cock. You grind onto his tongue, ecstasy taking over your body as you ride out your orgasm. You eyes go black, stars shooting. Electricity spiraling down your body, making your legs fall limp. Josh catches you and holds you above him, using your weakness of knees to his advantage. You sit directly on his face, giving him better access to your dripping cunt. You ride out your orgasm, cursing and chanting his name until you physically cannot form any more words. When you’ve finished, he removes himself from under you but keeps his hands tightly wrapped around your legs. You pant as he stands to his feet, hands gripping your waist so you don’t fall.

“Oh my god,” you breathe.

“So pretty when you cum on my face. It’s unreasonable to think I’ll have to eat anything besides that ever again.” he coos, helping you onto your back.

Laying in front of him, he kisses your neck. You expose more flesh to him by removing your shirt. His hands quickly find your breasts, squeezing the fat softly. His thumbs spin across the peak, making your mouth fall open in pleasure. His hard cock is pressed right over your soaked cunt and he rolls his hips into you. Still sensitive, you yelp into his shoulder.

“You sound like heaven,” he whispers. “Keep singing for me, yeah? Be a good girl for me.”

“Josh— I need more,”

He tilts his head and slowly grinds into you, making your eyes roll back. “Really? You hated my guts ten minutes ago.”

“Well now I want you in mine so don’t screw this up, okay?” You try to sound confident with your words as if you’d truly get up and leave.

Josh only laughs at your words and rolls his hips again before wrapping his hand firmly around your neck. He squeezes, making you lose your breath. Despite his tough exterior, you know he wouldn’t dream of hurting you.

“That’s not how this is going to work.” He clicks his tongue in disapproval that makes your cunt cry. “You’re gonna shut this pretty little mouth of yours and take whatever I give you, okay?”

“Yes,” you answer when he lifts his hand.

You’re shocked and completely aroused as he brings his hand across your cheek. It stings enough to make you moan. You never knew you were into pain during sex, but you’d let him do anything to you. The way he does it, so careful yet firm, makes everything feel so intimate. It turns you on more than you’d have ever thought.

“Yes what?” He quips.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” he purrs.

Pushing himself off of you, he works his jeans off. Pulling them down just above his knees, you’re able to marvel at him. He’s rock hard, straining against his boxers. A small wet spot rests on the fabric from where his precum leaks. You watch him wince as he pulls down his boxers, his cock bouncing up. Noticing your staring, he smirks and takes himself into his palm.

“See something you like?” You lick your lips. “Ask nicely for it.”

You’re a bit taken back by his words. You’ve never had to beg for a man, especially in a sexual scene. Your cunt throbs with anticipation. Josh is bringing out a side of you that you didn’t know existed.

“I want it,” you start, holding your tongue in fear of embarrassing yourself.

“What? I can’t hear you, mama. Gonna have to speak up.”

Mama.

“I want your cock, Josh. Want it so bad,”

“Keep going,”

You watch his fist work over his length, stroking slowly and squeezing as he nears the tip. With your legs spread, you slide your fingers over yourself.

“I need you to fill me up, baby. God you’re so big and perfect. Please fuck me. I want to feel you in me.”

Josh watches you play with yourself, hand gradually picking up the pace on his cock. He watches you, eyes flickering to your face and then back down to your pussy as you speak.

“Let me suck it,” you whine pathetically.

“If you do, I won't last. Bend over this for me.”

He taps on the rim of the table and backs away. You scramble off the table, doing exactly as you’re told like a dog. Bent over the table once again, your nipples are rock hard.

“You’re perfect,” Josh says, lining himself up. “So pink and wet. All ready for me.”

He pushes the tip in, a hand squeezing your hips as the other guides himself in. He lets out a shaky breath as he slowly eases his way into you.

About halfway, he stops to speak, “You’re so fucking tight and warm. It’s like you were made for me.”

“More,” is all you say, cock-drunk.

Mercilessly, he slams into you, making you launch forward. Your breasts scrape across the table, making you whimper. His hands wrap around your waist and tug you back to him. He stretches you so deliciously as he thrusts in and out of you at a steady pace.

“Oh. My. God.” You cry with every thrust.

“Feels so good, mama. So good.”

Your eyes screw shut as he quickens his pace, skin on skin filling the room. “Tell me more.”

“So soft, like silk. So fucking tight, squeezing my cock so perfectly. Fuck. I’ve thought about this for so long—bending you over a table and fucking you senseless praying no one walks in—or maybe praying someone does walk in.”

You tighten around him at the thought.

“I knew you liked it. You want someone to see how good I fuck your pussy? How I make you beg for my cock to fill you up? You want someone to see how slutty you are?”

His hips buck violently into you, hands finding your throat to pull you up. Strained, your back is against his chest again. He continues fucking you as his lips enclose around your ear lobe.

“Answer me.”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

“Yes what?” He sucks on your neck.

“Yes I want to be seen! I want everyone to know who’s cock I’m cumming on!”

“Oh, God.” He pants. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he attaches his fingers to your clit. “Need you to cum on my cock. I’m so close.”

“Me too. Keep going.”

“Ah, fuck. Where do you want me?” He says as his thrusts become sloppy.

“In me. Please.”

“So hot when you beg for my cum.” He cries as he falls over the edge.

You join him, crying his name as your legs shake. You feel him in you, squirting his cum into you. He whimpers and cries, making you explode again.

“Oh my god,” he whines, his hips gradually slowing. “Have you done that before?”

You heave in front of him, oblivious to his words. After a few minutes of nothing but you and Josh’s muffled breathing, he removes himself from you. He takes a step back until his entire torso is exposed to your eyes. Your jaw drops when your eyes find his shirt completely soaked.

“Jesus…”

“It was hot. I didn’t know you could do that,”

You quirk your head. “Me either… sorry.”

“Fuck. Don’t apologize,” he smiles, grabbing your hand to help you off the table.

“So now what?” You ask, cheeks red. “I’m too messy to put my clothes on like this.”

Josh nods as he examines your body. “I’ll go downstairs and bring up some paper towels. I’ll make sure the place is empty before you come down.”

You can’t help the bubbly laugh that fires in your chest. “If anyone was in the building, I think they would have heard us.”

“Probably, yeah. But for safe measures.” He shrugs.

“Yeah. Safe measures”

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could you please do something around the idea that everyone always expected reader to have kids but she just didn’t want them. She stayed a virgin so no one expected anything but before she had sex with larissa for the first time she tells her and the rest is up to youuu

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Three..

The end of the day couldn't have taken longer to come. The rhythmic tick of the classroom clock echoed through the space as students finished up the remainder of the assignment, launching you all into a weekend that was well deserved. Your inbox, once a chaotic sea of emails, was now clear, grades were all caught up ad up to date, and you had signed every piece of paperwork you had. You were proud of your productivity, bit it didn't get rid of the jittery energy that consumed you, making every minute feel like an eternity.

Two..

A hand shot up into the air, a confused lycan attached to it, and it immediately caught your attention, causing you to rise from your seat and navigate through the maze of filled desks around the room. As you moved, the breeze caught the edges of your skirt, sending a shiver through your body and causing your arms to rise and rub warmth into your arms.

One..

You managed to answer all of her questions, the root of the problem coming from a formatting error within her document, and you watched as all stress seemed to fade from her face, a small, beautiful smile taking over her features. There was a certain magic i those moments when you watched as relief washed over them, something that translated beyond the academics and creating a comfort that made them feel like they could ask you about anything, school related or not.

RING

The sound of the bell had caught your off guard for just a moment, shuffling papers, moving chairs, and zipping backpacks overshadowing the loud ring that had come just before. You rushed to the front of your classroom, hoping not to be lost in the crowd of excited students, and wished them all a good weekend. You held the door open as they all left one by one, giving all of them a genuine smile, and some hugs as you watched them disappear into the hall.

You quickly turned around, a surge of excitement coursing through you as you thought about the weekend you'd get to spend with your lovely girlfriend that was just ahead of you after her work was done for the day. The routine was a familiar one, keeping things in their own spot to make coming and going easier. With everything stowed away in your bag and one of Larissa's coats wrapped around you, you left your classroom and into the slowing hum of students making their way through the halls.

You always took your time at the end of every week to talk to the passing students, being sure to ask about any weekend plans and give smiles to each one. The architecture made it all the more easier, the large cut outs in the towering walls lighting the campus in the golden hues of the afternoon, promising a beautiful sunset.

As you grew closer to your door, more excitement seemed to settle within your veins. Times with Larissa always seemed to make you feel whole, completely in your skin as your soul smiled back at her own. This weekend was one for just each other, something you both decided to do every other week, and it created a buzz to erupt in your being.

You brought out your keys as you approached the dark, heavy door, taking a bit longer as your mind wandered through the possibilities of how you could pass the time, and slowly undid the lock. As you pushed the door open, your keys fell to the floor in shock, your jaw dropping only to shift into a smile moments later.

As you looked around the room, you saw it was littered with flowers, the curtains were drawn open just a bit to allow the setting sun to filter through the room, small fake candles flickered around the room, and a few petals created a path toward your lit fireplace, illuminating your lover in the warmth. Larissa sat within a pile of pillows and blankets, the same petals and fake candles were settled within them to end your path and create some light, snacks and wine rested to her side, and your coffee table had been moved out of the way - she had created your perfect stay at home date night right under your nose.

You smiled as your made your way to the blonde, setting your things down and haphazardly kicking off your heels as you fell into her arms. You littered kisses around her face, starting along her jawline and ending on her lips. "I thought you'd still be working!!"

"I thought I'd surprise you with an early start to our weekend." She carried you into her lap while laughing, being sure to reciprocate any and all of the kisses you threw her way. Her arms made their way around your torso, pulling you close and capturing you in the safety of her arms. As she pulled away, a confused yet knowing look took over her face, making one appear on your own. Her hands smoothed over your sides, along your arms, against your thighs, until they settled back onto your hips. "When did you get my coat?"

A shy smile took over you, your own hands coming up to rest on her shoulders as you broke eye contact for just a second. A warm hand captured your chin, turning it up and making your gaze meet dark sapphire ones. You felt your face heat up as she looked at you so closely, as her overall dominance seeped from her skin. "This morning as I left your quarters.. I'll be sure to ask next time because I jus-"

You were cut off with her lips on yours, the action making your stomach swarm with butterflies and your chest swell with love. Her voice was low and just above a whisper as she spoke against your lips, "There's no need to worry, sweet thing.. It looks good on you, and it tells everyone just who you belong to.."

She leaned back in quick for another heated kiss, successfully stealing all the air from your lungs and making you whine as she pulled away. "Now, go get comfortable.. I'd hate to spend another moment apart from you, darling."

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The thick blankets and your lovers arms shielded you from the cold of your room as the movie played on the tv screen. The pillows against both of your backs gave you comfort from the hardwood floor under the sheets beneath you. The golden light of the setting sun had faded away, welcoming the silver moonlight and shine of the stars to enter your room. Your head rested against her chest, the steady up and down of her breathing bringing you immense comfort as one of her hands traced mindless patterns against your side.

You looked up at her for a moment, taking in her beauty as her eyes were focused on the screen. You watched her eyes move along the colors of the screen, the lack of mascara and eye liner making way for the blonde eye lashes that were always hidden from the gaze of others, then moving to her crows feet and smile lines, loving how they displayed a life that you were now apart of, and then to her unpainted lips which made a small smile come to your own as you studied the pale pink color.

You raised a hand up to her cheek, rubbing your thumb against the smooth skin as you moved to press your lips against her own. It was soft, loving, unexpected to the blonde but welcomed all the same. You felt a smile come to her lips as you kissed her, and the fact made your heart soar. When you pulled back, your eyes met her own and you were sure that you could get lost in them for an eternity, the dark blues dancing along with the lighter ones were a gem in themselves that you wished to keep forever.

"Thank you for doing this.." Your voice was soft, just above a whisper as you spoke, translating the pure adoration you held for her and just how much something like this meant to you. Your words seemed to take her aback for a moment, for she couldn't understand how someone so beautiful, so intelligent, so amazing to her could be thanking her for something so simple - she believed that you deserved the world, and this was just her first steps at giving you such.

"I'd do all of this again and more if it meant I could enjoy more time with you.." Her tone matched your own, and you suddenly found yourselves lost in the love that took over your bodies, took over the entirety of the room around you.

What a thing it is, to fall in love.. To have it eat you up from the inside out just the same as the one in front of you, to want to know everything there is to know about a person, yet still get lost in the beauty of the smallest details, to truly love all they have to offer. To cherish the company of the goddess in front of you was enough to feed your soul for lifetimes.

She leaned back in, connecting her lips back onto yours, and created a kiss that translated the love of that eternity - a softness so pure, so consuming that you were sure your soul was being devoured by her own, mixing in a timeless dance where every whispered confession, every stolen glance became so much more.

Her tongue swiped at your lower lip just as one of her hands made it to your hip, slipping under the blankets, under your oversized shirt and gracing the skin with her cool fingertips. It sent a shiver down your spine and easily allowed her entrance into your mouth. Your tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths as every exhale made her breath ghost along your face. It was as though everything else faded away, only the two of you existing in this moment.

She shuffled slightly, pushing her weight over and settling her body between your legs, never breaking the intoxicating kiss she had you in. When she pulled away, it was only to catch a few ounces of air, her lips immediately meeting your jawline to plant tender kisses there, only to move down, down, down against your neck.

Everything felt electrifying, a buzz running through your veins as her lips met your skin again and again and again. And, oh, her tongue felt delicious against your skin, smoothing out against your pulse point after sucking purple marks that made your breathing ragged, made it hitch as small whimpers escaped your lips.

It was when her hands smoothed over your bare sides, moving higher and higher and pushing the fabric up with every soft trace, that your mind seemed to catch up with reality. Your voice was breathy as you spoke, heavy with want but with a note of urgency, "Ri- Riss- wait.."

You knew where this was going to head, and though you wanted it, needed her, it was something she deserved to know. Everyone had thought you wanted kids as you grew up, but the appeal was never there. Due to the type of school Nevermore was, anything you could've really wanted in that realm was fulfilled by the love for your students. That all just left you a bit inexperienced in this department.

"I'm- .. I haven't- ..I've never-" It was as though the words slipped from you under her caring gaze, the blush on your cheeks being from a bit of embarrassment and from the growing heat between your legs. She looked at you with no judgement, trying to piece together what you were trying to say until you watched it all click into place for the blonde.

"This is your first time.." Her voice was soft, gentle as it coursed along your skin in a loving hold. She watched you nod slowly, catching the bob of your throat as you swallowed hard as you waited for her to continue. She brought a hand to your cheek, stroking it gently before she moved you both completely. She easily lifted you onto her lap, making you confront her with your full attention.

"There is nothing wrong with that, my darling girl.. If this isn't something that you want righ-"

"I do! I-" You watched as a knowing smirk rose to her lips, her hands rubbing along your sides to give you some comfort as your words got lost on your tongue. "I want this with you.. Can we.. I want you to show me what it feels like.. I want you, Larissa Weems.."

"Of course, sweet thing.." Her voice was an octave deeper as she responded, loving the way her name rolled off your tongue, and you watched how her pupils dilated just a bit when you rolled deeper into her lap. She grabbed a hold of your hips, grinding them against her thighs just for a moment before lifting you up and carrying you to your bed. "Though, you deserve so much more than the floor."

"If there's anything you don't like, we'll immediately stop. I want to make you feel good, darling.." She placed you gently against the mattress, watching as your body sunk into it ever so slightly and loving how you still reached out for her in your closeness. She paused, for a moment, as she looked down at you in pure awe.

Your skin was illuminated by the moonlight, shining just like the very stars that rested in the sky. Your blush was more prominent in the light now, the pink hue such a gentle feature along your skin, something she traced with her thumb, causing you to hold the back of her hand and press into her palm. Her other hand guided down one of your legs, and it was in this moment how she truly appreciated just how well you two fit together.

"You're beautiful.." The words had slipped out, her thoughts presenting themselves on accident, but she didn't wish to take them back.

You leaned up, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pulling her down with you. Your lips brushed against hers, your words a whisper before crashing your lips together, "I love you.."

The kiss was full of emotion, just like all the ones before it, but it quickly morphed into something more, something pleading, something begging, something hungry.. It was as though you were back to where you had left off, her hands gliding along your sides and pushing your shirt up to reveal more of your skin. When she leaned back to get a better look at you, she removed her own shirt and tossed it to the side, never taking her eyes off you.

The sight before you made your mouth water - pale skin that you hadn't had the pleasure of seeing before was now revealed to you, and you wished to see it again and again. Her lips trailed down your neck, lining your collarbones with little bites and bruises before moving down to your chest. Her hands squeezed your breasts as she kissed along the valley between them, her fingers softly smoothing over your nipples and causing your back to arch into her touch.

When her tongue swirled around your right bud, a pleasure filled gasp left your throat, immediately followed by whimpers and small moans as she continued her ministrations on both buds, forming them into hard peaks before she was satisfied. She looked up to meet blown pupils and your bottom lip between your teeth, and she knew that you'd quickly become an addiction.

She worked on getting rid of the rest of your clothes, pulling them down your legs and being sure to leave a trail of kisses down one and up the other as she did so. A moan left her lips as she saw your glistening core, causing her to trail one of her hands to your inner thighs, tracing her fingers along your slit to see what she had already done to you.

"I've barely even touched you, and you're soaked.." Her voice was husky, completely taken over by her lust. She brought her fingers to her mouth, placing them on her tongue and licking them clean. The sight made a whimper escape your chest, the need to feel her fingers, her tongue against you growing by the second. "Delicious.."

She brought her fingers back down to your core, collecting more of your juices before moving her fingers to your clit. The contact made you gasp, something that turned into unadulterated moans as her fingers worked in tight circles against the sensitive bud. "Fuck- Riss.."

Your back arched as she continued her movements, and you felt her lips start kissing down your abdomen, getting closer and closer to where you craved her..

You felt her fingers slip away, and a loud whimper left you, only to be cut off into a loud moan as her tongue replaced them, licking up your slit and swirling around your clit. You wreathed underneath her, a tightness forming in your lower abdomen that made you see stars.

Her fingers traced your entrance and, slowly, she pushed two into your core, moaning at how you immediately clenched around them. When you adjusted, she slowly started to move them in and out of your wet core, the sensation shooting electricity through your body and making you grip the sheets beneath you.

Your chest heaved with her growing pace, your back sore from arching at the pleasure and your thighs threatening to close around her head. Every touch she gave you was more fuel to the fire. She curled her fingers just as she sucked on your clit, and the action made all breath leave your lungs and a cry of a moan leave you along with it.

You felt your thighs begin to shake, the pleasure building itself higher and higher and pushing you towards the delicious edge. With another curl of her fingers, you came hard with a moan of her name. Your body shuddered as the waves of pleasure ran through you, and she slowly helped you right out your high.

You felt her lips travel up your body, causing your eyes to flutter open only to have her lips meet yours. You tasted yourself on her tongue and moaned at the fact, your kisses sloppy yet full of love for the woman above you. She pulled away for just a moment, allowing you to come back to earth as she came back with a towel and glass of water. She cleaned you up with a gentle touch, and brought the glass to you lips when your eyes had opened again.

After putting everything on your bedside table, she rested on her side, pulling you towards her as you settled yourself comfortably in the crook of her neck. Her fingers traced mindless patterns along your back, after she pulled the covers over both of your bodies. When your breathing finally settled down, you looked up at her.

Her eyes were shining, paired with the beautiful smile you loved so much, and it seemed as though she was glowing. With a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling a small hum from your chest, you tangled your legs together and rested your head against her chest, enjoying the sound of her heartbeat as sleep took over you for the start of a beautiful weekend.

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𝐚/𝐧: SHE'S BACK BAAAYYYYBEEEEEE

gods i missed Larissa and i'm so glad that i found the passion to write for her again. i was blasting out so much for her back to back that i was getting burned out and i hate feeling that !!

with finals coming up and holidays and stuff literally right here, i couldn't be as active as i normally am but it served as a nice break away from everything. i feel like i need those every so often so i dont get in my head about stuff i upload

ANYWAYYS

here you go anaon!! i hope you liked it !! sorry it took so long, i know im not very current on requests but i know you all understand and im grateful for it <3

xx,

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[moonlightazriel]

Chapter 9: Two witches go to a war camp… /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: After a much needed talk with Elain, Nesta takes Y/N to Windhaven.

Word Count: 2,2K

Warnings: None for this part.

Notes:

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“I'm sorry if I made everything weird between you and her.” Y/N started, remembering the way Elain tried to stop him from going with her.

“She confuses me.” Lucien sighed, sipping on the liquor she had found hidden in a cabinet. “She’s with him, but whenever she sees me trying to move on, she finally remembers she’s my mate and acts with jealousy towards me.”

“Love sucks.” She let out a humourless laugh.

“After everything with Jessminda, I just wish to be happy.” Sadness overtook his features, he had shared about his past lover that day at the city, and Y/N felt her heart crack a bit.

“You will be.” She promised him.

Y/N woke up that day on her bed, her talk with Lucien still fresh in her mind, and as she jumped out of the bed, showered and got dressed, she knew what she would do that day.

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Meraxes landed near the garden, on an empty part of the house Rhys and Feyre lived, she already had to talk to them, talking to Elain in the process was going to be perfect.

She strolled towards the hallways, the sound of her boots echoing around the house as she reached the office Rhysand had indicated to them last night as they got back from Hewn City.

She knocked, waiting for them to allow her in. Feyre opened the door with a gentle smile, welcoming her in. The office had dark wooden furniture and grey walls, a portrait of Feyre sat beautifully behind the desk, like she was the force that guided Rhysand even when she wasn’t there in person.

“Good morning.” He said, cradling his sleeping son against his chest.

“Good morning! Thank you for receiving me.” She cleared her throat. “I’m here to ask for permission to leave with Lucien and explore Koschei’s home.” The two shared a look like they were talking in each other’s mind. Like Maeve did.

“You are free in this court, but we appreciate your consideration.” Feyre spoke, hands cupping his shoulders. “We’re going to ask for Azriel to join you two, we also need to deal with Koschei and he can share what he already knows with you.”

Being stuck with Azriel and Lucien, when the two couldn’t stand being in the same room with each other for more than 5 minutes? Great, just fucking great.

“Do you think this will help?” Rhys inquired, his violet eyes piercing her into her seat.

“I’m willing to try anything at this point.” She shifted on her seat, her scar throbbing with anxiety.

“Mor found this.” He handed her a book, covered in a dark leathery material, looking like a diary. “She looked around her father’s office and this was the only thing that made sense.”

Y/N grabbed the book, flipping through the pages, drawings and an ancient alphabet she knew very well, Wyrd marks. She closed the book quickly, wanting to read it just as fast.

“This is going to be very useful.” She smiled at them. “May I take it with me during the trip?” Feyre nodded.

“Please do.” She waved her hand and Y/N shoved the diary in between her leathers. She groaned as she saw the state of her clothes that morning, the ripped fabric making her angry.

“We also will have some incursions of our own. Nesta and Cassian fly today to the war camps to see what they can discover . You may want to find her, she wants you to join them.” Rhys announced. “We’re in touch with the other High Lords, Koschei is a threat we all have in common, so it gives us the perfect excuse to roam around their libraries. Except Autumn of course.”

“Lucien asked his brother for help.” She blurted. “Eris says he will try his best.” Rhysand and Feyre shared a surprised look.

“Well, that is nice of him. Thank you.” Feyre spoke.

“Thank you for all your efforts.” She thanked them, getting up. “I need to get going so I can do everything that I need to do before travelling.” Feyre nodded.

“Of course, go ahead. But just be careful.” The female begged and Y/N nodded.

“I’ll try my best.” She said with a confident gleam in her eyes, exiting the office.

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She leaned in the doorway, Elain was kneeled on the ground, hands digging in the soil as she planted another pink flower in that already full and beautiful garden.

Elain stiffed, the black wyvern approaching the garden, its huge snot bumping against her perfect flowers, Meraxes sniffled, sitting on its back paws as his head rolled to the sides, happily appreciating the smell.

“Oh, do you like flowers?” She asked, looking curiously at the creature, Meraxes took a deep breath and his big grin appeared in approval.

“He does.” Y/N replied from behind her, prompting Elain to quickly whip her head in her direction, hurt and sadness filled her brown eyes as she made eye contact with her.

“What do you want? Tell me how wonderful your night with Lucien was!?” Elain got up, removing the gloves from her hands and walking towards Y/N, standing in front of her.

“I did have a wonderful night with him.” Elain scoffed but her eyes filled with tears. “Because Lucien is an amazing, caring friend. I came here to tell you that nothing happened yesterday, at least not what you think.”

“You two didn’t sneak out to be alone?” Elain’s breath hitched.

“We did, but I just needed to get away from that crowd, it reminded me of bad times, he was just helping me to get back in control of my emotions.” Elain watched her silently. “Take care of him, please, love him how he deserves to be loved. Lucien has a gentle yet fragile heart, handle with care.”

“I thought about what you told me.” She started. “Azriel and I are no longer together, and now it’s my turn to ask you to love him how he deserves, Azriel has been searching for love for so long, and I wasn’t what he needed, but I have a suspicion that you might be, so please, be careful and patient with him, he deserves it.”

Her words left her astonished for a few minutes, just blinking towards the female like a confused kid. Did Azriel say anything about dreaming about her? Did he feel the same increase in his heartbeat that she did whenever he looked at her? Did he love her like she loved him?

“Thank you Elain. And after everything ends and if I’m still here, would you teach me gardening?” Elain smiled.

“I would love to.” She nodded her head, smiling back at Elain before she headed towards Meraxes, she had to find Nesta.

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“You can’t go like this.” Nesta stomped her foot down, looking at the damaged clothing Y/N was wearing. “You would be better in Illyrian leathers, they’re amazing.”

“And where do we get them?” She asked, to which Morrigan happily chimed in.

“In the best shop of all Illyria.” She had a big smile. “My mate’s shop.”

Y/N sat atop Meraxes, Morrigan pressed against her as the two made their way towards Emerie’s shop. Before Y/N met Cassian and Nesta at the camp.

Mor rambled about how she and Emerie met, the bond snapping for them and how they had busy life’s but always made time for each other, and in every opportunity she would fly to be with her lover.

The wyvern waited outside the town, and they walked towards the tiny shop in the middle of the town. Thousands of winged males and females walked there, minding their own business and going on with their lives.

The heavy door scratched against the floor as Mor pushed it open, revealing a well lit inside with clothes hanging around and a leathery smell. Behind the counter the female from that training day stood, her hair was braided and she was reading a book.

“Do you have any leathers available?” Mor said in a slow and sensual tone, Emerie lifted her eyes, her expression going from serious to pure delight as she saw her mate standing in her store.

“For you? I have everything.” She crossed the store in two quick steps, embracing Morrigan and pulling her in for a kiss. “I missed you.”

“Me too baby, me too.” The female turned to Y/N. “Emerie this is Y/N, Y/N this is Emerie.” Y/N shook her extended hand.

“It’s nice to see you again.” She spoke and the female nodded in agreement.

“She’s the female that disarmed Azriel, that I told you about.” She told her mate, who looked at them confused.

“Oh okay.” Morrigan laughed. “Makes sense.”

The blonde then started to talk about how Y/N could use some new clothes and Nesta had sent her there. It took exactly twenty minutes for her to get in full Illyrian attire, very tight on her body but not in a restricting way. And four more pairs ready to take home with her.

She had thanked them, leaving the two alone. Walking towards Meraxes, the clothes felt okay, not that different from what she was used to. She clicked her jaw and exposed her teeth, Godslayer behind her back. She mounted the wyvern and headed towards the camp where she was supposed to meet Nesta.

Devlon kept staring at her with annoyance, he hated having Nesta around, a witch as he claimed she was. The female’s gaze turned to the sky a few times, waiting for the winged shadow that would make them tremble in fear.

With a loud roar, she saw it. The wyvern descending from the skies, his powerful wings carrying the winds in them. Devlon turned to the commotion, cursing loudly as he spotted Meraxes landing and his rider dismounting, sliding down his leg and landing on the ground with ease.

“Who the hell is that?” He demanded to know, turning to the General that didn’t even try to suppress the smirk at the male’s terrified gaze.

“Our guest for today.” He announced. “Welcome to Illyria, Lady Blackbeak.” Y/N bowed her head to Cassian, not even looking at the static male beside him.

“Lord Cassian, thank you for having me. Lady Nesta.” She turned her body to the female.

“What are you?” The male spat, and she turned those deep blue eyes in his direction, her claws scratching her chin as she grinned, the sun shining on the iron, giving the metallic smile a creep touch.

“I’m a witch, what else would I be?” She spoke in a condescending tone, like it was obvious what her true nature was.

“First you bring her.” His crooked finger pointed at Nesta, the female scoffed. “And then another one? You curse our land. You two are going to be our doom.” He pointed to the females, Nesta had walked to Y/N’s side and the two smiled at him sweetly.

“I’m kinda busy to be anyone’s doom.” Nesta sarcastically remarked.

“Oh yeah, me too.” Y/N shrugged. “Maybe next year.” She winked at the male.

Devlon was seething with anger, their mere presence was an affront to them and their traditions, Cassian as an Illyrian should know. But it looked like he and the two females didn’t give a shit about it.

“What do you want?” He sighed deeply.

“Your oldest scriptures.” Cassian spoke and the male rolled his eyes before giving in.

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“What is this?” Y/N pointed to the drawing of a monolith, the stone was sculpted with square edges with a slit on top. Like a keyhole.

“This is the monolith atop Ramiel, it’s where you have to reach in order to finish the Blood Rite.” Cassian spoke, giving her a brief introduction of what the Blood Rite was.

“And when you finish it just teleports you back?” She inquired.

“Basically.” He shrugged, not knowing where she wanted to go with it.

“Ramiel, here says it’s a sacred mountain, very powerful.” Both Cassian and Nesta nodded. “Powerful enough to open a gate?”

“What?” Cassian asked and in a second the two stood behind her.

“The Valgs used wyrd keys to travel, they inserted them in wyrd gates to open portals to other worlds. If the drawing is accurate..” She pointed to the marks adorning the monolith. “These are wyrd marks and this..” She pointed to the top part of the monolith, towards the slith. “Is a keyhole for a wyrd key.”

“How do we know that you’re truly correct?” Nesta inquired.

“I would have to see it with my own eyes.” She groaned, if they didn’t wanted her there, there’s no fucking way they would allow her at Ramiel.

“Rhys can show you.” Cassian spoke and she looked at him. “We have to go back to Velaris.”

The three rushed outside, thanking Devlon for the scriptures and Y/N promised to stay away for a while, making the male growl at her. They stood in front of Meraxes.

“You two go, I’ll meet you there.” Cassian urged and they nodded, Y/N climbed towards the saddle and Cassian dropped Nesta behind her, securing both in place, they flew, this could finally be a step towards the right direction.

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[hellsslibrary]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾The best canvas is a canvas that is as beautiful as the upcoming painting.　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

DNI: Minors(You will be blocked, kittens).

!! Warnings: soft sex, praise, painting on Albedo's body (just words of praise, not mentioned), aftercare, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, oral, anal sex and fingering (Albedo takes), humiliation at the end and a hint of sex after work.

The soft sound of heels echoed down the corridor. The man's footsteps were heading straight to the office of his beloved alchemist. He is probably busy right now and is creating some kind of experiment in order to later give some wonderful discovery that will amaze the hearts and souls of many people, revealing to them the light on a small truth.

You sigh when you realize that he is probably working again, completely forgetting about rest. Well, of course you know he's a doll. But the fact that he still needs rest for his physical and especially moral condition does not change. He still needs to rest.

A slight smile appears on your face when you imagine how you will again persuade him to take his mind off work. His blue eyes, like the blue waves of the ocean, will be focused on his project. His voice, as always, will be flawless and clear, unless, of course, you deign not to tease the young alchemist. His elegant hands will sort through the bottles or write something down in his documents or notes, or maybe he will draw something insanely beautiful, as always.

You stop in front of a massive door made of dark oak. You knock softly twice, and then open the door, revealing a dark, almost black, room. You walk in, closing the door, and head to the only place, the corner where the light is on. He turns away from his canvas and looks at the unexpected guest. A slight smile blooms on his lips, which causes butterflies in your stomach.

"Hello, my love." - you raise the hand that holds the brush to your lips and briefly kiss it. - "How are you doing?"

He chuckles a little, but says:

"Everything is fine." - he corrects his bangs, trying not to stain it with paint. - "What brings you here?"

You lift his little body in your arms for just a few seconds, but it causes him a pleasant blush spreading over his face. You sit on the chair he was sitting on, putting him on your lap. He blinks a few times, trying to realize what happened, but then he snuggles up to you, leaning back against your chest.

"I wanted to see my handsome boyfriend, can't I?" - you playfully ask, looking at the canvas, and trying to understand what exactly he was trying to draw.

"Of course you can, I'm just surprised, you usually come a little later." - he leans against your chest, inhaling your scent, which he has already missed since morning.

Soles and almost imperceptible lines forming something are drawn on the canvas. Something distinctly human-like. This man is sitting on some kind of chair, one leg bent under him, straight like some kind of king.

"Who's that, baby?" - you ask.

"It's you. It was supposed to be a surprise, but since you saw it, I don't mind." - he whispers, lifting his head from his chest, and taking your cheeks in his hands.

He presses his warm, soft lips to your light kiss, immediately pulling away and just looking at you. You take him by the hips, pulling him closer, pressing against his lips with painful force. He groans in surprise, but a second later his hands are already around your neck.

Your lips slowly and lovingly slide against each other. Where are you in a hurry? You have time and you want to use this time to show each other how much you both appreciate and love each other.

You gently bite his lips, asking him to enter, to which he gladly agrees. Your tongue slides over his, and then they wrap around. He moans and then jerks his hips slightly to get closer to you. You grin, pressing his hips to yours and he whines from your action, twitching closer to your torso.

"Hush, hush, baby, you have to be more patient, okay?" - he nods, moving away from your crotch. - "Good boy. And now... Lie down on the table behind."

He gets off your lap, lying down on the surface of the table. "Undress," he hears, and immediately begins to take off his clothes layer by layer, so unnecessary now. But he leaves his beautiful stockings, which he knows you love perfectly.

He looks at you and sighs languidly, watching how slowly you undress. The sight of your naked torso gives him goosebumps. He really wants to sit down at the canvas again and finish his drawing, but by drawing you naked, although he had a completely different concept initially. His gaze slides lower as you take off your pants and then your underwear, exposing your semi-hard cock. He licks his lips and unconsciously spreads his legs even more than he originally wanted, already imagining how it will feel in him.

You giggle when you see it and get closer to him. Your hand grabs his thigh, and with the other you take the brush that he put here earlier.

"Do you mind if I write something on you?" - you ask, gently stroking his knee, which makes him twitch slightly from tickling.

"Of course. I'm all yours, [Your name], I'm all yours." - he whispers, lying down more comfortably and relaxed to give you better access.

A quiet "thank you" escapes from your lips when you swipe a brush dipped in black paint over his abs, starting to draw some cute words that make him blush and occasionally giggle at your game.

He whines when you reach his pubis, finishing writing the last word and putting a period in honor of it. Your hand slides to his desk drawer, rummaging there for lube. He slides awkwardly across the table, trying to get out of the grip of your hands and not fall off the table at the same time. He reaches for the second drawer, clumsily opening it and climbs a little further, stretching his back, taking out a bottle of lubricant, handing it to you, quickly slamming the drawer and lying back down.

You chuckle when you see an awkward smile on his face and pull him closer to you, making his ass almost hang off the table. You open the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of lubricant onto your fingers, and then start warming it in your hands so that he feels comfortable. After a few seconds, one of your fingers circles the rim of his muscles, causing him to whine and shrink around nothing. You just giggle, sinking lower, and lick his cock. He pushes awkwardly, but you hold his hips with your other hand, pinning him to the table.

"I'd rather you didn't move, okay, Bedo?" he nods, covering his red face with his hands as you start sucking the head of his cock.

[Your name] skipped their usual teasing, deciding not to spoil the moment, and instead went straight to his treasure, deciding to enjoy it to the fullest, and wrapped a gentle hand around the base. But before he moved on, Albedo slightly pulled the strands on his boyfriend's head and was immediately rewarded with a sweet kiss on the head to make the blonde whine slightly, lips and tongue soon danced wonderfully until you pressed a thick vein along his base, forcing him to throw his head back in bliss and let out a groan of satisfaction. Leaving the last loving touch to the tip of his penis, [Your name] swallowed its entire length up to the fist, and then further, as soon as his throat relaxed.

Bliss. This is probably the only word that was spinning in the alchemist's head. The feeling of your lips, tongue, your warm throat, and sometimes your very light bites were just blissful for him. He might have thought that God was in front of him, who had come to give him the best pleasure that he had ever received in his life.

Fluttering waves of heat sweep through Albedo's body, reaching all the way to the tips of his toes and back to the top of his head, causing his hair to stand on end. And [Your name] kept moving, swallowing deeper and deeper, until the Chief Alchemist forgot about the existence of anything else but you, when finally a pair of plump lips pressed against the skin of the man's base, and the tonsils caressed and squeezed the tip of his dick. Albedo's sighing moan was exquisite and the sweetest sound you could ever hear.

Your finger finally collided into him when you took his cock to the end. His hand immediately falls on your hair and squeezes it, causing you to choke slightly from surprise. A quiet "I'm sorry" escapes from his lips along with the moans and sobs of your name, while you continue to excite him from both sides.

He feels the movements of your finger in it, it slides so easily from the lubricant, touching all his sensitive points. He arches his back when he feels the second finger, and then the third. Your thrusts into him and onto his penis are increasing. If earlier he could control his sounds, now he clearly can't, and who among you would really like to do this?

He shudders, goosebumps run through his body, and butterflies begin to flutter in his stomach when he feels your touch on his prostate. He feels a familiar knot begin to appear in his stomach, which is about to explode.

"I am... I—Hmm..! I'm going to, ah, to-cum—!" - he shouts, squeezing your hair harder, but not pressing on your head.

You take your hand off his hips, allowing him to take advantage of the situation for a few seconds and cum with pleasure.

He ends up with a loud moan, arching his back and pressing you as hard as possible to himself. He fucks your face for a few seconds and lightly sits on your fingers, trying to survive his orgasm.

When he lets you go, you pull away, and a quiet laugh breaks from his lips when he sees that you swallowed his sperm.

"Don't laugh, honey." - you kiss his forehead, lifting one of his thighs. - "Do you want it dry or not?"

"Dry, p-please." - he whispers, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You just shrug your shoulders and put your other hand on his stomach, stroking the inscriptions that you did. The hand that was on your hip goes down to your penis, takes it and directs it to the blonde's ass. You look up at him, he nods, and then throws his head back, feeling you enter him with one push.

"Move, move, please!" - desperately, and almost screaming, he begs.

"So right away? How desperate." - you laugh, but you start gently pushing into him, enjoying his soft moans.

He looks like a hero who descended from a painting that was painted by the brush of a famous artist who is fond of eroticism, of course. His blue eyes, in the corners of which there were tears threatening to spill at any second. His red cheeks, even more red than usual, beckoned to bite them. His open mouth that was emitting all his beautiful sounds. And his lips, slightly swollen from kisses, which he occasionally bit so as not to moan too loudly.

"Bedo?" - he's looking at you. "You're so handsome now, you know? I would have devoured you completely."

You feel the hands on your back squeeze a little harder with your praise-teasing.

"Oh, that's not true... Mghm! You look just amazing, my love too." - he pulls you to him in a quick kiss. - "I wish you'd keep your words."

You raise an eyebrow in disbelief, but then you laugh:

"Don't worry, I'll eat you completely."

He laughs, but at the same second he moans, feeling how you are pushing into his prostate for the hundredth time in these minutes.

"I seem to be back... " - he sighs. - "I'll cum, please... I'm going to cum..."

"Come on, baby, cum on my dick whenever you want. " - you chuckle, pushing his interfering bangs aside. - "Show me that cute face you make when you cum from my cock inside you."

He nods, choking for a second from your particularly sharp thrust. And after a few seconds, he finishes again, staining his written torso with sperm, which merged with some ink that had not dried yet.

Albedo licks his lips, pressing into your back with his nails, making you hiss with a little pain when he feels that you are still pushing into him.

"Wait a bit, baby, I'm almost..." - he nods.

You cling to his neck, biting it when you feel that you are coming, making him whimper and tears finally spill from his beautiful, glassy eyes with excitement.

Heavy breathing could be heard all over the alchemist's office. After a few seconds, you pull away, grabbing napkins from the alchemist's table and cleaning your penis of lube and sperm. You get dressed quickly while your boyfriend takes a breath, and then you wipe his body, wiping both the ink and your cum and lube with him. Your hands pull on his clothes, and then gently put him down, checking if he can keep his balance.

You give him a quick peck on the forehead, holding his hands:

"You were such a good boy, sweetheart, you know? I would be willing to continue this for hours, if not days. "

"Mmm, thank you, but we both know that this is impossible, neither you nor I can stand so much, human bodies... M—!?" - you quickly kiss him on the lips so that he doesn't start the same lecture again that he starts almost every time after your sex.

"I know, I know, don't take my words seriously, I know we won't be able to fuck for days, okay? But we can do it for hours." - he blushes slightly, but nods, awkwardly getting off the table.

He licks his dry lips, sitting down on his chair again and starting to draw.

"You can go, [Your name], Sucrose will arrive soon so we can work on the formula a little more." - he turns around with a teasing grin. - "And it's time for you to work too."

You laugh, but you kiss him on the lips and leave, waving your hand to him. You close the door and laugh to yourself.

"I'll fuck you at home anyway, like the last whore, making you scream under me, Alchemist... " - you whisper, although you understand that no one will hear it now...

...

"Sucrose, is something wrong? You're too red. Do you have a fever? Maybe an allergy?" - Albedo asks, slightly worried.

"N-no, it's just... [Your last name]-Sama... He is... Nothing..." - she sighs and turns away, leaving the blonde in disbelief.

Yes. No one will hear you, except Sucrose, standing behind your back.

This is my first fan fiction, I hope you enjoyed it!!

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[goldencherriess]

The art of eye contact || Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

Pairing: Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: The three times they made eye contact and the one time he did something about it.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff. Idiots in love

Masterlist

Honey.

That's what she saw when she met his eyes across Slughorn's class. They were sparkling and melting honey combs. Warm. Kind. Sweet. She only wished she could drown herself in them.

Slughorn's voice echoed in the background along with the bumbling of the cauldron in front of her. White noise. She paid no attention to them.

An elbow dug into her ribs brought her back to the present. Frowning, she turned to her friend, who just pointed her head subtly to the professor.

''Miss L/N, can you tell us what you smell from this cauldron?''

She gulped down the lump that was settling in her throat and took a few steps to the front of the class. Y/N could still feel his eyes on her, burning holes into her back. She took a whiff of the potion in front of her. Aromas embraced her and she suddenly felt lightheaded. She took a step back, clutching her robes in fists. ''I smell parchment, chocolate and... honey.''

Slughorn clapped, smiling. ''And can you tell me which potion it is?''

She opened her mouth to reply, but she quickly closed it, shaking her head.

''Yes, mister Lupin?''

She turned her head to where the honey eyed boy was sitting and felt her insides warm up. He was slowly lowering his hand, clearing his throat. ''It's Amortentia. Although, it's a love potion, it can't induce true love, just infatuation. Its smell is different to everyone, according to what attracts them.''

Slughorn's face lit up, once again. ''Very good, mister Lupin! Ten points to Gryffindor!''

Remus' eyes panned to hers, once again, and she felt her face burn.

''Please, miss L/N, you can go back to your seat.''

And she did, feeling his lingering gaze on her all the way to the desk and throughout the whole class.

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The Great Hall was bustling with chatter and laughter. The light came through the tall windows, painting the room in a low glow. There were owls delivering mail, dropping them from the air. The Daily Prophet plunged straight in Remus' mashed potatoes with a splash, small droplets sticking to his face and hands. ''Great.'' he muttered. After wiping away the food from his skin, he picked up the newspaper and started flipping through it. Something about dark forces rising were written in ink. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Remus looked up from the pages.

There, across the room at the Hufflepuff table, sat the Potions girl. Her eyes met his and Remus felt his chest clenching and burning up. She softly smiled and he felt his own lips curling up. The hands on the newspaper loosened, letting The Daily Prophet fall right back into the mashed potatoes.

''Heaven help a fool who falls in love'' said Sirius from besides him, snickering.

Remus turned his head so fast that he was sure he would have gotten whiplash. ''What's that supposed to mean?''

''You're smitten'' smirked Sirius while he bit into the glistening and fat chicken leg.

Remus shook his head, sandy hair falling into his eyes. ''That's not true. We barely even talked!''

''Doesn't matter, mate, it's written all over your face.''

Remus threw Sirius a look. ''What's written over my face is annoyance.''

''Hmm, I beg to differ'' replied Sirius with a mouth full of food. He gulped down the meat, the rich aroma caressing his throat like a velvet to the touch. ''There's no time better than the present! You should ask her out. Someone will snatch her up.''

''Someone like who? You? She's not your type, Padfoot.''

''She may not be my type, but I am everyone's'' said Sirius, pointing at him with the chicken leg. ''Just so you know.'' he shrugged.

Remus grumbled a series of nonsense under his breath, between ''This ladies man, I swear'' and ''We just share Slughorn's class, that's all.''

''You should ask Prongs for love advice. He had more luck with Evans than you did with this Hufflepuff bird.''

Mashed potatoes were thrown. ''Oh, shut up!''

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The library was always a place she found solace in. Peace and quiet. And books. Their smell got her high. She could flip through a book hours on end and never feel time passing by.

The afternoon sun was streaming in through the windows, illuminating the dancing dust and the golden books' spines. She read each one, caressing their covers, much like a lover would caress lips.

A sigh escaped her own lips when she remembered the essay on Amortentia she had to write for Slughorn's class. ''Thirty percent of your grade!'' he had said.

It was safe to say Potions wasn't her favourite class. Not because she didn't like it, but because it was the one class she wasn't on top of. Charms were more of her area. Safe and easy to understand.

Her fingertips came across a Potions book. It was worn out, but it would do, Y/N decided. She went to take it out when her fingers brushed someone else's from the other side. A shock travelled her arm all the way to her heart.

The book was removed from the shelf and her eyes met honey ones. Warm. Kind. Sweet. Y/N realized that maybe drowning in them would be a sweet sorrow.

''Oh, sorry, did you want this book?'' said Remus from the other side of the shelf.

''No, it's alright, you keep it.'' And she turned on her heels, feeling her cheeks burning up.

''Wait-''

Her walk was rapid fire, her hair flying behind her. She collided with someone's chest. A chocolate smell embraced her, inviting her in. She suddenly remembered that day in Slughorn's class. Y/N took a step back, feeling very small and flustered. Her face was all red like a blooming rose.

''Sorry!'' said the honey eyed boy.

She just nodded and took a step around him. His hand lingered on her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. He hastily retracted his hand, scratching the back of his head. ''I, uh- you can have the book.''

Y/N shook her head. ''It's alright.''

Remus wrapped his fingers around hers, giving her the book. ''No, please. I'll just find something else.''

His touch kissed her skin in small fireworks and she found herself wondering if he felt it too. Her gaze met his. Honey. ''Thank you'' she breathed.

He softly smiled, nodding his head. And he left.

Her hand felt cold afterwards.

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The Great Lake was the perfect place on the school grounds to take a break and just breathe. The air was fresh and sweet and it made her lightheaded. The last sun rays were reflecting in waves in the water like light scales. It was peaceful. Tranquil. And for a moment, Y/N felt at peace herself. She closed her eyes, leaning her back on the tree trunk. The willow was swiftly dancing in the wind, whispering nothings in the air. Peace.

That was until a splash was heard. A few droplets of water splattered her and she shrieked. They were cold against her warm skin. Y/N blinked against the sun, bringing a hand to her forehead. There, a few meters in front of her, on the shore was Remus and his gang of blokes. His sandy hair was shining in the afterglow and he was laughing. His laugh was carried by the wind all the way to her. It lit something inside of her and Y/N found herself smiling lightly.

The one who jumped in the water had shoulder length, ebony hair. And was suddenly aware of her presence. ''Oi! Ain't that your Hufflepuff birdie, Moony?''

Remus turned his head towards her, a smile gracing his features. His eyes met hers and Y/N got on her feet, turning away. Her chest contracted, all the air leaving her. Her cheeks reddened, once again.

''Wait, Y/N!''

His hand gripped her wrist and turned her towards him. He was so close. Y/N could see every imperfection on his face and smell his chocolate, homey scent. But the eyes were what froze her in her spot. They were so strikingly warm, so invitingly sweet. There were specks of gold in the warm, brown, honey eyes. She could count each and every one of them. If she could, she would have taken a jump in their pool, swimming in their depth. But she couldn't. So, she just settled in gazing in them, hoping to see Remus' soul and some of his heart.

Snickers were heard from the back. ''Yeah, get some, Moony!''

He blushed in the light, dropping her hand. ''Don't listen to them. They're a bunch of idiots.''

She shook her head. ''I'm not.'' she whispered.

''Right, right. Uh-''

''You have really pretty eyes.''

He almost choked. ''I, uh- Thank you, I mean, you also have pretty eyes. The best, really.''

She giggled, tilting her head. ''Am I making you nervous?''

Remus puffed out. ''Just a little bit. Am I making you nervous?''

Y/N shrugged, looking at her worn out shoes. ''Just a little bit.''

Silence followed. Only the gentle swings of the willow branches and the lapping of the waves were heard. The sun was now dipping in the horizon, casting orange hues over her face and hair and Remus thought he was looking at an angel. If he could squint enough, he could see her wings.

He took her hand, again. Sparks. They pinched him, drawing shocks against his skin. Her doe eyes looked up at him and Remus smiled, letting adoration find home on his features. ''Would you like to go to Hogsmeade this weekend? With me?''

She slowly blinked. ''Are you asking me out?''

He nodded, his thumb starting to caress the back of her hand. ''I am.''

Her face broke out in a grin. ''I would love to.''

His heart skipped a bit. ''Then, it's date.''

Bonus:

''Ten galleons, boys. Come on, a bet is a bet.''

''This is ridiculous, Padfoot. You practically set them up!''

''Nuh uh, that was the power of love!''

''Rubbish!''

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Writing this fluffy fic was so much fun! It was inspired by "Ophelia" -The Lumineers. It's also written for @lucywrites02 ' creative challenge, so make sure to check their blog out!

Any feedback is welcomed! Take care xx

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[sainzfilm]

Through my eyes with white mustang or tomorrow never came ft Sean ono lenonon by lana del rey

And if you don't want to do any of those can you please do death with dignity by sufjan stevens

Also sorry if this sounds rude I've never really done this before ♡♡

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

a/n: this is actually one of my favorite songs hehe so beautiful yet so heartbreaking in ways that are just…mundanely experienced by people and dw about it!! not rude at all my love :) im apologizing in advance if i hurt someone from this because i hurt myself from writing this

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tomorrow never came - charles leclerc

The sun’s rays shone through the curtains that were slightly opened. Clothes scattered on the floor, pieces of the events that had unraveled the night before. Legs tangled up in sheets draped over your bare bodies as Charles held you close to him.

You sighed deeply, looking up at him with a faint smile on your face, “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby,” Charles mumbled as he kissed your temple, rubbing your back gently, “I’d do anything to wake up next to you every morning.”

Staring at the ceiling, you took a sip from the glass of wine in your hand as you waited for Charles’ call. As you sighed deeply, you mumbled to yourself, “Not surprised by that.”

You shook your head as you set the wine glass down and headed to your bedroom, laying in the bed that you shared countless times with the man you loved. Before you could zone out further, the phone ringing disrupted your thoughts, sliding to answer without checking the caller ID.

“What do you want?”

Charles chuckled softly in response to your snarky welcome, “Hello to you too, Y/N.”

“Oh, it’s you. Hi, Charles,” You mumbled as you propped your phone up to your ear, “Question still stands. What do you want?”

“I just wanted to ask what you’re doing,” He mumbled, the sounds of his footsteps echoing through the phone, “Is it wrong to check on my girl?”

“Let’s see. You said you’d call at 6 pm my time and time check, it’s nearly midnight,” You scoffed, turning the television on and mindlessly surfing through channels, “Your girl? Please, Charles. I haven’t felt like it for the longest time.”

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time,” Charles replied, the bitterness of the words lingering in his mouth, “I’m trying, okay? I’m already under enough pressure and your demands are not helping.”

“You know what? Just go to sleep. I don’t want to argue,” You sighed, rubbing your hand down your face as the frustration inside you bubbled, “I’m tired.”

“Just…will you meet me at our spot tomorrow? I promise I’ll be there,” He replied, laying in bed that was a few cities away from yours, “4 PM, I’ll be there.”

Hesitant to agree, you shook your head as you replied, “Okay fine. I’ll meet you there. Goodnight.”

Charles dropped the call, a lack of exchange in the aspect of saying of the three words that used to be thrown in between you back then.

As another day reeled itself in, you couldn’t care any less about what would go on from Charles asking to meet with you. In fact, if you were to be honest, you were thinking about breaking up with him right there and then.

Sitting down on the bench by the river, you exhaled as you looked down on your watch. 3:30 PM. People passed – happy couples, children playing with each other, and even students walking home from school.

It wasn’t until you felt droplets on the top of your head, frowning as you saw the light grey ground being covered with small dark circles.

“C’mon, Charles,” You mumbled as you tapped your foot on the sidewalk, the rain falling and slowly drenching you, “It’s fifteen minutes past the time.”

You tried to ring him up, it was no use being redirected to his voicemail over and over, “Dick move, Leclerc. So much for broken and empty promises.”

Standing up from the bench, you turned around to look at it one more time with a sad smile on your face from the memories that started making its way through your brain.

“You wanna sit for a while?” Charles smiled as he held onto your hand, “We’re in no rush, I’ll always have time for you, you know?”

“If you say it like that,” You teased, pulling him to a bench that faced the river and sat down as you sighed happily, “Nice spot, don’t you think?”

Charles nodded, putting an arm around you as you leaned against his shoulder, “Faces the sun setting behind the river perfectly.”

“What if we make this our spot?” You mumbled, watching the sun set before your eyes, “Not to be a cheesy romantic.”

“Then, it’ll be our spot, my love,” He smiled as he kissed the top of your head, pointing at the sun that was setting, “Every time the sun sets, another day comes around. Another day of me loving you like no tomorrow.”

Pulling away from his arms, you looked up at him and squished his cheeks in your hands, “You know, I love you. I wish you could stay with me.”

As he mirrored your actions, he couldn’t help but laugh from how silly the two of you must’ve looked from another point of view, “You know that I’ll always stay.”

You didn’t know whether it was the tears that was falling down your cheeks or the rain that came from above. All you know was that the love you had with Charles was a distant memory – one that would probably wear out like the initials that you carved on the bench that you waited on.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled your coat to yourself and walked away from that bench, from the love and man that you once adored. You should’ve realized a long time ago that tomorrow never came.

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✏️for Hatty and/or Snatcher!

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Hogwarts Legacy Character Sheet — Beatrix Luxiem

“We are chained to the earth by a chain of gold, but we dare not sever it; for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”

☾ General ☽

Name: Beatrix Miriana Luxiem

Name Meanings:

Beatrix - "blessed voyager"

Miriana - "wonderful"

Luxiem - "regal light"

Nicknames:

"Bea, Trix" - Common Nicknames

"Queen Bea"

"Honey Bea"

"The New Fifth-Year"

"The Hero of Hogwarts" (1/4)

"The Keeper of the Repository"

"The Heiress of Ravenclaw"

Gender: Female

Birthdate: August 27th, 1875

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Personality Type (MBTI): INFJ - The Advocate

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Alignment: True Neutral

Nationality: British

Ethnic Background: British, Scottish, Romanian, and Chinese.

Languages: English, Romanian, Latin

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hometown: London, England

☾ Physical Appearance ☽

Hair: Messy raven black hair that flows down her back

Eyes: Pinkish Red

Height: 167cm (5'6")

Weight: 62kg (137lbs)

Body Type: Skinny, Curvy

Skin Tone: Pale white skin with a rosy undertone.

Style:

Ravenclaw Robes

Dark Academia (Outside Campus)

Accessories:

Blue and white painted fingernails.

Markings: A beauty mark on her right cheekbone.

Scarring:

Scars around various parts of her body from the battle of the final respiratory.

Self harm scars on her inner thighs.

CV: Amelia Gething (Female MC)

Faceclaim/Actress: Auli'i Cravalho

Personality:

Initially, Beatrix is polite and cordial, she’s more than open to the thought of making friends but is not naive to think that everyone she encounters is good. She’s a good person to have in your corner, as she cares deeply about her friends and is always willing to lend a hand (or to help them with their homework). A chess prodigy, she tends to compare some aspects of life to a game of chess, she is quite perceptive and is easily able to tell whether or not someone is lying while also being a master of persuasion herself.

At times, she can come across as morbid and detached but really she's just socially awkward. Not much fazes her and what most people would find disturbing or fearful fascinates her and she would want to learn everything about it. She's rather adventurous for a Ravenclaw but that's mainly due to her insatiable curiosity and the fact that her mind tends to be moving a mile per minute so she needs to do something to distract herself so that she doesn't do something even more dangerous.

Beatrix is very intelligent and ambitious, despite being put in Ravenclaw, she shows and exhibits many traits of a Slytherin but her most noticeable trait is her wit, she loves a good mystery and enjoys solving puzzles and riddles which goes hand and hand with her habit of dungeon exploring and tomb raiding, something her parents had instilled in her from a young age. Like her father, Beatrix has a bit of a mischievous streak but it's more playful than anything malicious, she likes to tease her friends and playfully call them out. That's not to say that she doesn't have a dark side, she most certainly does given everything that she's been through, it just takes a lot to bring it out but when it does, one should be absolutely cautious around her if they don't want to get hurt.

Always the calm, cool, and collected leader as well as a genius strategist, it's rare to see Beatrix upset or angry and when she does, it's jarring (and honestly quite frightening) to see. Beatrix has a bad habit of suppressing her emotions and tends to do most things on her own even if the situation calls for more than one person. It's less that she doesn't want help and more like she's scared to ask for help and with trying to catch up with the rest of the 5th years, competing the Keeper's Trials, and the constant threat of Loyalists, Poachers, and Ashwinders does not help at all, fortunately, this is something she acknowledges and is trying to work on.

☾ Family ☽

Vincent Luxiem; Father, Deceased - A pureblood wizard of a wealthy family, former Slytherin and a researcher of ancient magic, Vincent was an enigma to the people around him and even his peers, he was a quiet man but by all means not shy, in fact, he had quite the wicked mischievous streak. He was intelligent and charismatic and definitely had no shortage of admirers during his time as a student. He was endlessly fascinated with history and archaic forms of magic, often sneaking out of the castle to go exploring ruins and tombs, he found himself mentors in Eleazar and Miriam Fig who he would soon grow to see them as family. Despite having multiple admirers, he found true love in Sorina Albescu who was just as obsessively in love with him as he was with her, the two of them quickly getting married shortly after graduation. He and Sorina had made names for themselves as famous treasure hunters and tomb raiders, discovering many lost artifacts and revealing lost information and history.

Fiora Dalca/Sorina Luxiem (née Albescu); Mother, Deceased - A pureblood witch from Romania, a complete enigma of a woman, little to no information on her before coming to Hogwarts in her 5th year as a Ravenclaw can be found. A bright woman who at times could get a tad bit manic but was optimistically curious about the world around her (both muggle and wizarding worlds) and was often found in places she wasn't supposed to be in or situations that weren't ideal however, that never stopped her, in fact, one would say that it caused her to be all the more intrigued with the world around her. Sorina also had a few admirers but none of them had captured her attention and stolen her heart like Vincent Luxiem, immediately falling head over heels for him, fortunately, the feeling was mutual. She and Vincent had made names for themselves as famous treasure hunters and tomb raiders, discovering many lost artifacts and revealing lost information and history.

Eleazar Fig; Mentor (Adoptive Grandfather), Deceased - After her parents' deaths, Beatrix was taken in by Eleazar per Vincent's final wish, stating that should anything happen to him and Sorina, he would want Fig to take care of Beatrix, knowing that she would be in good hands under his care. Despite their rocky start, Beatrix slowly grew attached to Fig and Fig, having saw Vincent as a son, gradually began to see Beatrix as a granddaughter. Their bond only grew stronger when he began to mentor Beatrix and in private, she calls him 'grandfather' which always warms Fig's heart.

Paternal Grandparents: Miriana Luxiem & Xi Baizhu

Maternal Grandparents: Caturix Floarea & Boian Dalca

Uncles: Omor Dracul (Anastasia's Husband), Dorin Gheata (Cipriana's Husband), Anatolie Lupu (Elisabeta's Husband)

Aunts: Anastasia Dalca, Cipriana Dalca, Elisabeta Dalca (Sorina's Sisters)

Cousins: Stefan Dracul, Darius Dracul (Anastasia and Omor's Sons)

Agrapina Gheata, Lenuta Gheata, Boian Gheata (Cipriana and Dorin's Children)

Odeta Lupu (Elisabeta and Anatolie's Daughter)

Relatives:

Caelum Luxiem (Great-Grandfather)

Gentiana Luxiem (née Waverly) (Great-Grandmother)

Aurelius Luxiem ("Grand-Uncle")

Elena Luxiem (née Felmier) (Aurelius' Wife)

Regis Luxiem ("Uncle")

Florence Sinclair (Regis' Ex-Wife)

Aurora Luxiem (Second Cousin)

Lucian Luxiem (Second Cousin)

Belladonna Fleuret (née Luxiem) ("Aunt")

Gerard Fleuret (Belladonna's Husband)

Roman Fleuret (Second Cousin)

Raphael Fleuret (Second Cousin)

Violetta Fleuret (Second Cousin)

Corvus Ravenclaw (Ancestor)

Rowena Ravenclaw (Ancestor)

☾ Hogwarts/Magic ☽

Wand: Crooked Spiral - Dark Grey

Wood: Cherry

Core: Dragon Heartstring

Length: 9 3/4 in.

Flexibility: Slightly Yielding

Handle: Celestial - Blue

House: Ravenclaw (Ten minute Hatstill between Ravenclaw and Slytherin)

Best Class: Potions

Worst Class: Herbology

Favorite Professor: Eleazar Fig

Least Favorite Professor: Satyavati Shah

Favorite Subject(s): DADA, Astronomy, Transfiguration, Magical Theory

Least Favorite Subject(s): Herbology

Boggart: The mutilated corpses of her parents

Riddikulus: A pair of meowing Kneazles

Patronus: Crow

Patronus Memory: Playing chess with her father, Dragon riding with her mother, Fencing with her grandmother.

Mirror of Erised: Her parents alive and happy with her.

Animagus: In her 7th year, Beatrix does become an Animagus, her animal form is a Snow Leopard.

Amortentia (what she smells like): Vanilla, mint, lavender, chamomile, freshly printed books

Amortentia (what she smells): Smoked wood, parchment paper, fire smoke, cinnamon spice, earthy scent

Quidditch: No

Prefect: No

Head Boy/Girl: Yes (6th Year)

Clubs:

Investigation Team (Founder)

Crossed Wands

O.W.L. Classes:

Transfiguration - Acceptable

Charms - Outstanding

Herbology - Acceptable

Astronomy - Outstanding

Potions - Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic - Outstanding

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Exceeds Expectations

Flying - Acceptable

Ancient Runes - Outstanding

Magic Theory - Outstanding

O.W.L. Electives:

Arithmancy - Outstanding

Divination - Exceeds Expectations

Care of Magical Creatures - Exceeds Expectations

Ancient Runes - Outstanding

Magic Theory - Outstanding

Alchemy - Exceeds Expectations

N.E.W.T. Classes:

Divination - Acceptable

Astronomy - Outstanding

Charms - Outstanding

Arithmancy - Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic - Exceeds Expectations

Herbology - Acceptable

Ancient Runes - Outstanding

Magic Theory - Outstanding

Alchemy - Exceeds Expectations

Abilities:

Ancient Magic

Legilimency

Occlumency

Summoning

Unforgivable Curses

☾ Background ☽

Beatrix Miriana Luxiem was born on August 27th, 1875 to Vincent and Sorina Luxiem in London, England, a wealthy family and a prominent bloodline in the wizarding world due to being direct descendents of Rowena Ravenclaw, something that Beatrix wouldn't truly understand until she grew older and started her 5th year in Hogwarts. Her birth was unexpected as it was confirmed by many doctors that Sorina was infertile, something that crushed both her and Vincent as they wanted nothing more than to have a child to love, spoil, and share their knowledge and passions with. So when it was revealed that Sorina was miraculously pregnant, they saw it as an absolute miracle. Despite growing up as an only child, Beatrix had never once felt lonely, her parents loved her immensely and she loved them just as much, plus, she found more comfort with her pets, a kneazle Calcifer and a hebridean black dragon Vasile, even when she didn't show signs of having magic at a young age, something that did make her parents worry but never blamed her for, understanding that it something that was out of her control but the more Beatrix grew, the more concerned her parents became, especially since she kept having intense nosebleeds and awful headaches that would leave her in physical pain and bedridden for hours.

Concerned and frightened for her wellbeing, Vincent and Sorina would take her to every medical professional in the wizarding world that would help her, including Gerard Fleuret, a good friend of theirs and family member and also a reputable healer. Beatrix would become good friends with his children (and her cousins), Roman, Raphael, and Violetta. Unfortunately, there was no cure for her mysterious affliction, most couldn’t even describe what was wrong with her, the best they could hope for was that she would grow out of it when she gets older. Fortunately, her nosebleeds and headaches did slow down as she grew up but at age 12, Beatrix still didn't show any signs of having magical abilities, deeming her as a squib, neither Vincent or Sorina cared about that as Beatrix was their pride and joy, magical powers or no. However, that would soon be the last of Beatrix's worries as her world would come crashing down on one fateful day. What was supposed to be a normal house visit from Gerard immediately took a turn for the worst when three armed assailants broke into the Luxiem mansion with the intentions of killing Vincent and selling Sorina and Beatrix to the black market. Despite putting up a fight, Vincent and Sorina were sadly killed in front of Beatrix who was too terrified to even think of running away.

It was Roman who saved her, as Beatrix was tied up and gagged on the floor while the men were thinking their next move, they didn't notice Gerard and Roman showing up and seeing the murder scene. Gerard, horrified, explicitly told Roman to hide somewhere safe while he went to go get the authorities. Roman, who knew that it would be too late by the time anyone from the Ministry would arrive, took matters into his own hands, however, he didn't stop the men with magic...

By the time Gerard and a group of officers from the Ministry came back, they were shocked and horrified at the sight of Roman and Beatrix covered in blood huddled together. It was then revealed that Roman had physically killed two of the assailants while Beatrix had killed the last one. It was a terrifying and confusing situation but the Ministry decided to let Roman and Beatrix go free given how young they were and labeled the incident as self defense, but now a new problem had arisen.

Now an orphan, Beatrix had nowhere to go nor did she had anyone to turn to, along with the fact that she was considered to be a squib, the odds were looking to be less in her favor. Her saving grace came in the form of Eleazar Fig who became her caretaker and legal guardian after it was revealed to be Vincent's last wish in his will. At first, it was quite awkward, as Fig had never raised a child and Beatrix was still grieving over the loss of her parents. It wasn't until her 13th year that things began to change, this time for the better, Beatrix had finally unlocked her magical abilities...by setting the kitchen on fire whilst making a meal. Despite his ruined kitchen, Fig was happy and Beatrix was ecstatic and so very relieved, with the approval of Headmaster Black and Professor Weasley, it was decided that Beatrix would start Hogwarts in her 5th year but in the meantime, Fig would mentor and train her to hone her magical abilities.

On September 1st, 1890, now 15 years old, Beatrix Luxiem begins her 5th (technically 1st) year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, unaware of the perilous journey she would go on as she discovers her connections to an ancient magic and the legacy her parents left behind for her all while trying to stop a war-threatening rebellion.

☾ Career ☽

15 – 17: Hogwarts Student

18 – 60: Tomb Raider/Ancient Magic Researcher

60 – 70: Informant

70 – 83: Arithmancy Professor at Hogwarts

83 – Death: Retired

Priorities:

Her studies

Learning more about ancient magic and her parents

Keeping her friends from getting themselves killed

Earning her independence

Exploring the world

Strengths:

Creative

Insightful

Passionate

Altruistic

Reliable

Weaknesses:

Perfectionistic

Prone to burnout

Critical

Stubborn

Ruminative

Colors:

Blue

Grey

Black

White

Hobbies:

Reading

Playing Chess

Fencing

Sketching

Dungeon Exploring

Stargazing

☾ Relationships ☽

Best Friend(s):

Veronica Delacroix | 5th Year | Slytherin (OC)

Noelle Ottinger | 5th Year | Hufflepuff (OC)

Ines Rivera | 5th Year | Gryffindor (OC)

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

(I'm open to any and all OC friends, feel free to DM me if you want to be added!)

Friend(s):

Natsai Onai

Poppy Sweeting 

Imelda Reyes

Garreth Weasley

Amit Thakkar

Samantha Dale

Everett Clopton

Acquaintances:

Leander Prewett

Andrew Larson

Duncan Hobhouse

Dormmates:

Samantha Dale

Constance Dagworth

Mahendra Pehlwaan

Enemies:

Ranrok

Victor Rookwood

Theophilus Harlow

Rivals:

Violet McDowell

Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow

Children:

Vergil & Vincent Sallow (Twin Sons)

Anne Sallow (Daughter)

Nero & Kyrie Sallow (Twins)

Pet(s):

Calcifer (Female Kneazle)

Vasile (Male Hebridean Black Dragon)

Sorin (Male Phoenix)

☾ Misc & Trivia ☽

Beatrix's conception was partially a result of ancient magic, on one of their particularly riskier adventures, Sorina had accidentally interacted with an ancient magical artifact which had allowed her-for a certain period of time-to become fertile. So in a way, Beatrix is quite literally born from ancient magic.

Due to the ancient magic flowing within her as well as her natural magical abilities as a pureblood witch, it was simply too much power for Beatrix to handle as a child, it created a sort of blockage which as a result was the reason why Beatrix was such a "late-bloomer".

Despite now having magical prowess, Beatrix still suffers from nosebleeds and headaches once in a while. They become more frequent the more she pushes herself and becomes more stressed or if she tries to repress herself. On the other hand, should she get too angry or if her emotions are at an all time high, she is able to do catastrophic damage but will unable to get her magic under control which resulting Beatrix having to monitor her emotions at nearly all times.

Her eyes glow red sometimes as a result of the ancient magic in her body.

Beatrix struggles heavily with depression and suicidal thoughts, this primarily stemmed from the deaths of her parents. Of course, she never has told anyone of this and tries to distract herself from her intrusive thoughts, half of the time it works.

Beatrix's favorite poet is William Blake due to Vincent reading her various poems to help her fall asleep. Sorina, however, instilled a love for mystery and adventure into her by telling her stories of her and Vincent's adventures..Sometimes Beatrix herself will quote William Blake just for fun.

Beatrix is a beautiful singer however, since the death of her parents, she rarely sings anymore.

Beatrix's most prized possession is a black Queen chess piece from her favorite chess set her father gave to her on her 10th birthday.

Beatrix hates having her hair styled in an updo other than a ponytail, it's unknown why she does but she much prefers having her hair down or in a ponytail if she has to have it up.

Aside from chess, Beatrix is a fencing prodigy and skilled at playing the violin.

Beatrix has a love for dragons and felines and at one point when she was young, had snuck 16 stray cats into the Luxiem Estate.

Beatrix is the one who designed the Investigation Team's logo.

Beatrix is the ancestor of Katrina Lyon (HPHM MC) and Levi Vanrouge (HPMA OC)

Inspirations

Noctis Lucis Caelum — Final Fantasy XV

Wednesday Addams — Wednesday (2022)

L Lawliet — Death Note

Caitlyn Kiramman — Arcane (2021)

Mikasa Ackerman — Attack on Titan

V — Devil May Cry 5

The Hogwarts Investigation Team

💙 Beatrix Luxiem (Here) | 💚 Veronica Delacroix | 💛 Noelle Ottinger (Coming Soon) | ❤️ Ines Rivera (Coming Soon)

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[soragawanaeru]

NEXOCEMBER 2023 DRABBLE - DAY O3 : MONSTERS

Welcome back to my NEXOCEMBER attempt, yeah. So about monster... I think about Grey Knight because that really interest me. I maybe had some misunderstanding for Grey Knight, but I swear it's because of my slow brain responses. I'll try to getting it as close as canon with my understanding. But I tell you this is not about a real monster, but... Other type of it. (SPOILER : It's your own mind and life, wooo yeahhh)

And IDC if you saw word human for this story, because think that as anthromorphing bla bla.

Like usual, English is not my main, not beta read. Set after Season 4 but have some flashbacks during S1 - S3 because I want to. But this time I gave some warning because this is quite dark story and have questionable contents. READ THE END NOTES TO UNDERSTAND WHY I MAKE THIS.

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TW // Suicidal-ish Thoughts, Depression Interpretation

If you feel one of that, please contact a professional help, because your life is precious. ^^

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CW or TW (?) // FAKE WEAPON, FAKE BLOOD, FAKE ALL

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Clay Moorington was human, according to his appearance. Hair, face, body, arms, legs, that's human had. Clay was determined, selfless, desired for honor and justice, would sacrifice just to help everyone in need, smart, hardworking, and destined to be a leader. He's definited as perfect type of human, he's almost flawless, in both appearance and mannerism according to almost Knighton people who knew him. But according to Clay himself, he didn't know at all. If he's a human or a living monster.

At first he thought himself like that, he's a human, had dreams to be the knight to protect Knighton, he had role into that and played that desperately. But according to time, it just like... Confusing. He had human appearance, but he acted like a robot (or puppet ?) sometimes--repetitive, monotone, and endless. But it's okay, he just did that, he didn't mind, if that was the best choice.

But the more he did, the more confusing Clay thought about himself. His mind sometimes were poisoned with some negative thoughts like a fringed iris flower, ate him whole, and sometimes a force in his mind begged him to stop eating his dreams.

Clay felt like fighting lava monsters or stone monsters was quite nothing than the monsters in his mind, non-existent yet really controlled him. He didn't know why but that's... Awful.

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After he turned into stone, Clay couldn't feel anything. Only stabbing coldness, and the noise of the voices in the city just echoes within his head. He sometimes ask the gaps in-between his 'dreams' that where should he go now, it seems like there's no prospect of recovery anymore.

After being alive again but as living statue that struck by Monstrox' thunder, his mind is hazy, only remembered that 'He must obey Monstrox' order and purge the one who defy him' like that. Just like a puppet in a damn theatre, controlled to be used for someone's benefit.

Sometimes he can heard voices that sounded like him sobbing, that Clay Moorington was there and begged to be noticed out. But nobody could hear or even understand that. Like his mind was falling deeper and became the gloomy water of the big ocean.

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When he finally regained some conciousness, he felt endless throb in his head, his soul was like everyone's -- in the bitter suffering. He felt less human anymore, even stated himself -- a human named Clay Moorington was no more, only a monstrous living statue named Grey Knight. That conclude something -- he fell deeper into despair and anger, he was no longer belong to Knighton anymore.

After he regained his human form and realised he had magic power, everyone could say that Clay was glad that he's back to his usual. But reality said the opposite, that's the irony. As each day passed, whenever Clay saw himself in the mirror, he asked himself that was he ugly and fear really vanquished into his spine.

When everyone asked 'How are you? How it is going?' or 'Oi you, how are things?' like that, Clay just smiled politely and said he was fine, just for people did not ask anything about him anymore.

Ah, he just want to turned back like before, to be himself. He mumbled, "I want to be alive," but in his mind said that he didn't want to be alive anymore, but whatever it was he really just... Lived like that, written in a Bible that named DNA. He's tired of salvating because he didn't believe in salvation anymore.

As time goes, he surrendered and blamed that was truly his fault. He had enough but he had no courage to run away. That's typical type of story.

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What the worst is, every aspect in Clay's inside was not human. He once had a stone heart, and he wanted to disinfect it in alcohol to sleep. If the world is a damn theatre, then he must have a role even to fulfill his emptiness of his heart. Each breathing felt like the air grabbed his throat every night.

When he found out that he's part of the wizardy and was the son of Ruina Stoneheart -- the witch that he hated so much, it suffocated him more, reality caved in his lungs. He felt like monsters, the ghost that behaves like a human from wanting a smile. He felt empty and hard to breathe each day passed by.

.

He felt sorry for deceiving everyone -- Macy, Lance, Axl, Aaron, Merlok, Ava, Robin, and many more, that he couldn't live up properly according to everyone's expectations because of course, he didn't know how to fight properly. Also he also felt sorry for not telling them, that's kinda sad. But suffering was the bond for his life. He was eaten by his own wrath and he asked himself, why it still hurts, everything.

If this was the price that he must pay, why Clay felt that was too much cruelty for him. His mind screamed, to gave him name to called by because he didn't know anymore if he was Clay Moorington or Grey Knight anymore.

After all he just wanted a future, to end his self-made theatre and one day, he could open his eyes and found the light that sure exist in 25:00 someday. He just wanted to let it end quickly and live in that moment that happened now, that's all.

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Do you know that I got inspirations by PROJECT SEKAI commisioned songs? Samsa (ZAMUZA) by Teniwoha, NOMAD by Keina Suda, Theatre (ENGEKI) by Nanou. Also a VOCALOID song like GEHENNA by Wotaku. IDK why, but yeah, I recommend you to listen them and find what the song talked about.

I just want to say that monsters not only from physical, but monsters can exist in our mind, and ironically, that happens to me. Sorry, but from this, do you think I need therapy? Reason why I used Clay here because when I saw Clay's progress for each series, I started to question myself, how's Clay mental state actually? Like how he looked stable and what the hell happened when he was struck by Monstrox and turned into Grey Knight etc. And wooo... Why I put my depression there?!

(And also, Clay is my fav in NK and I like to torture my fav into suffering if I make any fic so sorry)

Anyway, feedback always welcomed because I wanna know how it was. (Because I know this is absurd OMG)

#nexo knights #lego nexo knights #nexocember

[melmedardasworld]

A Witch’s Wrath, A Hybrid’s Revelation

A heated confrontation ensues when Bonnie decides to take matters into her own hands and challenges Klaus's decision-making. As their confrontation escalates, unspoken feelings and clashing ideologies emerge, adding an unexpected layer to their conflict. Will Klaus's startling confession unravel Bonnie's resolve, or will it only stangnate their alliance?

This is a remix and canon-divergence of the Originals episode S01x03: Tangled Up in Blue

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New Orleans

The Plantation

The night was dark, with only the waning moon casting an eerie glow over the Plantation, the haunting mansion that served as Klaus's interim base of operations.

Bonnie parked her car in the gravel driveway. Her fists clenched, her jaw set, and her magic ready to lash out. Bonnie raced up the steps, frantically ran the bell, and pounded on the door. "Klaus! You two-timing bastard, open the damn door!" 

Bonnie's rage was as fiery as a witch's flames of old. Once she felt the familiar thrum drawing close, without waiting, she sent a powerful blast at the grand door, ripping off its hinges. The door flew back, the burst of magic behind it sending it crashing right into Klaus, who had been just about to open it. Bonnie stormed in, her eyes burning with fury. The grand foyer of the mansion reverberated with the echoes of her entrance.

"Bonnie," Klaus grunted. "Subtle as always." Despite the sudden foray, his lips curled into a smug smile, his demeanor unconcerned. He dusted off his jacket after straightening up to his full height.

"You asshole! Killing Katie was not part of the plan!" Bonnie shouted, her voice echoing throughout the cavernous entryway. The chandeliers shook and flickered, her magic charging the air. Bonnie was furious with the audacious hybrid, her anger simmering beneath her skin. "You don't get to decide who lives and dies!"

"I don't remember asking for your approval, love," Klaus retorted, meeting her furious gaze with an unruly one of his own. He went behind Bonnie and the French Quarter coven's back, yes. But the means justified the end. "This is war, Bonnie. Trust with Marcel had to be gained, and sacrifices needed to be made. Katie's demise offered me both."

The statement fueled Bonnie's agitation. Infuriated, she curled her fingers inward and broke both Klaus's legs. 

Klaus roared, his knees buckling as pain shot through him. But he bit through the agony. Klaus was not easily defeated. His eyes flashed and blazed with rage, mirroring Bonnie's. Annoyance and fury distorted his features as he forced himself back upright. Klaus's bones snapped back into place with a gruesome sound.

"I will end you!" Klaus hissed through gritted teeth. He barely kept his beast at bay, his double fangs elongated, eyes glowing an animalistic yellow.

Before Bonnie could react, Klaus lunged at her, his superior speed blurring his movements. 

A thought sparked, and Bonnie froze Klaus's limbs halfway, her rage fueling her magic—the faint traces of black streaks through her venous system that bled through her skin.

Klaus, however, pushed against the invisible hold, his strength slowly overcoming the invisible hold of Bonnie's magic. "You underestimate me, witch," Klaus spat out, his golden eyes flashing.

With a cry, Bonnie extended her hands and released a pulse of energy, sending Klaus flying across the room. He slammed into a wall, cracking the century-old plaster. Groaning, Klaus pushed himself off the rubble, blood dripping from his mouth.

"No," Bonnie countered, stepping closer. "You underestimate me."

A thick silence ensued as Klaus watched Bonnie, eyes ablaze with rage and defiance. He took a moment to collect himself, pulling together the semblance of control he could muster. Klaus underestimated Bonnie's strength; he wouldn't make the same mistake again. 

"You're getting attached, Bonnie," Klaus remarked. "You refuse to see the bigger picture. We're in a war, love. Katie was a necessary sacrifice. Isn't that why you lured me here? To dismantle Marcel's empire, save your sistren, and acquire your Witch Bargain."

"I don't accept unnecessary sacrifices," Bonnie shot back, her voice shaking angrily. "You should have told me, Klaus."

"So you can run back to blabber it to the witches?" Klaus said absent-mindedly. "I doubt Katie would have done what she did for Thierry had she known the depths of my schemes. It had to be convincing, and I convinced Marcel. I cemented his trust, so much so that he's returned my brother to me."

"The plan was to distract them so that Sophie could do a locator spell to save Davina from Marcel!"

Klaus moved quickly, surprising Bonnie with the unexpectedness of it. He launched himself at Bonnie, aiming to subdue her once and for all. "Wake up, Bonnie!" Klaus growled, and his fangs bared. "I did what was needed for a victory that benefits you as well."

"Let me go!" Bonnie roared. She lashed out again, this time aiming to cut down Klaus. 

With reflexes honed by centuries of survival, Klaus shifted his weight and used his superior strength to counter Bonnie's strike. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between them, his hand gripping her neck before pinning her body against the wall. But instead of hurting her, he held her firmly, his strength serving as a deterrent.

His golden eyes bore into hers, a whirl of emotions swimming in their depths - anger, frustration, defiance, and an undercurrent of something unnameable. "You will cease this madness!" Klaus commanded, his voice hard. He could feel the pulse of her magic beneath his grip, her resolve as strong as ever.

Bonnie's gaze did not waver. "Not until you understand," she fired back, her voice laced with frustration and defiance. The feeling of being pinned ignited her magic further. "I'm not your pawn, Klaus. You don't get to use me or any witch for your games." Her green eyes glowed with their inner light, her magic rising to a crescendo. "I won't allow it," Bonnie snarled.

Klaus's face twitched. He should end her. Klaus's grip on Bonnie's neck slackened while he studied her. His earlier words echoed in his mind, "You're getting attached." Klaus had been right, but not in the way he had thought. It wasn't just Bonnie who was getting attached. Before, he wouldn't have hesitated to rip her head off. A sudden realization stirred a dangerous mix of emotions within him, blurring the line between their relentless battle of wills and the odd tension that simmered beneath their surface.

For a moment, everything froze. The mansion was silent, save for Bonnie's uneven breaths. Their fight was halfway over, but the tension hung heavy. Unwillingly entwined in a battle of wills and motives, unspoken feelings and conflicting ideologies now shadowed their reluctant alliance. 

"Why do you care so much?" Klaus asked stiffly. "You barely know these people. Yet, here you are, ready to fight for them. Why?"

Klaus's questions hung in the air like a heavy fog, wrapping around them and further intensifying their tension. Bonnie looked at Klaus, her eyes unwavering.

"Because they need help," she replied with conviction, her gaze never wavering from his. "Because despite everything, I'll still try to save lives rather than end them when I don't have to."

The raw honesty in Bonnie's answer cut through Klaus's bravado, making him face a truth he had always been good at ignoring. Her loyalty was not for him but for strangers. It stirred familiar feelings in Klaus, akin to envy and dissatisfaction. A sting of bitterness tainted his tongue.

"Meaning you will stand against me, the one who's been protecting you from getting caught," Klaus flatly said, the hurt he would never admit to feeling laced in the venom of his words. "For them?"

Bonnie swallowed, her defiance faltering under the intensity of Klaus's gaze. But before she could retort, Klaus continued. "I don't care what you think of my methods," Klaus growled in his harsh yet oddly sincere voice. 

Klaus's fingers around her neck were firm again, but his touch balanced between threatening and careful. "If I have to choose between you and the bloody French Quarter coven, love, the choice is crystal clear." 

The words hung heavy in the air, stirring their unspoken tension. Bonnie's eyes stretched the faintest hint of surprise, then disbelief flickering in her gaze. Despite the severity of the situation, his tone softened as if revealing a secret he'd been holding close. Bonnie's brow furrowed again. A flurry of conflicting emotions suddenly coursed through her—anger, frustration, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite decipher. 

"You think that will make me change my mind?" Bonnie retorted, her voice low.

"They are as much my enemy as yours," Klaus hissed, bitterness lacing his words. "You don't even know half of what they have planned. They will do everything to reclaim their power."

"They're just trying to survive," Bonnie argued back.

Klaus fell silent for a moment, his golden irises intense. Then, with a hint of envy, he blurted out, "Why? Why them? Why not me?"

Stunned, Bonnie stared back at Klaus, the unspoken question echoing in the silence. She was at a loss for words, her mouth opening and closing without a sound. Klaus's sincerity was unexpected, leaving her grappling for a response.

A low voice cut through their silent standoff before Bonnie could gather her thoughts. "Miss Bennett, I will take it over from here." His tall, lean form was a beacon of elegance and command even under the partial destruction of the mansion.

Elijah stepped into the mansion's foyer. His flesh was ashen and gray, but his eyes were cold and unforgiving, and his presence filled the room with an aura of menace.

The sight of Elijah took Klaus aback. He visibly paled. The last he had seen of his brother was when Klaus daggered him and handed his body in a coffin to Marcel as a peace offering. Now that Marcel had returned Elijah to him, Klaus decided he would remove the dagger in due time. 

But it seemed someone had removed it before Klaus had.

But there Elijah was, looking like he hadn't had a drop of blood for centuries and ready to fight. 

Klaus hadn't been expecting this sudden confrontation and was unprepared for it.

For a moment, Klaus was at a loss for words. His brain attempted to process his older brother's unexpected appearance. "Elijah," Klaus greeted, his voice low. "You seem to have come around. That's good news."

Elijah's eyes flicked to Bonnie, his expression softening slightly. "Miss Bennett, I trust you are unharmed?"

Bonnie nodded, pulling herself out of her shock. "I can handle myself, thank you," she responded, eyeing Klaus warily. Bonnie didn't know where Elijah's loyalties lay, but for the moment, she was just grateful for the interruption. Bonnie didn't have a cut-clear answer to Klaus's unexpected question.

"Good," Elijah replied. His gaze then moved back to Klaus. "Now, brother," he said, his voice colder than ever. "I believe we still need to finish our last conversation."

Klaus stared at his brother, dread filling his eyes. He had hoped to avoid this fight, but Elijah's awaking meant it was inevitable. Klaus glanced at Bonnie one last time before turning his full attention to his brother, preparing for the conflict that was to come.

"Bonnie," he said, his voice tight. "I suggest you leave. We will continue this discussion in the morning."

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I wrote this in a day, I think and got it out of my mind :).

With the last two oneshots, talking with muuts, and rewatching TO, I haven’t been sitting still. I can’t promise anything, but I am thinking of writing a new Klonnie story based that will take place in New Orleans This chapter is a sneak peek of what I have so far.

#bonnie bennett #klonnie #klaus mikaelson #another enemies to lover #wanted to share it #a teas of something that might end up becoming bigger

[sinsandsuccubus]

hi sunshine for a fluffy request what about reader and Urban babysitting together?

Hope - Urban Wyatt

Context: You and Urban watch baby Hope.

Warnings: none

Pairings: Urban Wyatt X Fem!Reader

A/N: I just wanna say, I’m an advocate of FTK.

Masterlist ☽ ☾

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“So, this is Hope.” The older lady thrust the baby towards Urban, forcing him to awkwardly hold the child.

“Thank you so much, seriously. My husband and I haven’t been able to get a night alone to ourselves since having our precious baby girl.” The woman cooed, looking up at her husband dearly.

“Yeah, we can finally get sometime to ourselves. I can do that thing you like~” The both of them chuckled at the husband’s comment, you and Urban watching as they walked away.

“Oh! Oh! She’s teething! I left some medicine in her bag. Oh! And I packed some extra clothes! And-“

“Honey, I’m pretty sure they’ll figure it out. Thank you!” And with that the couple was down the hall and into the elevator, making you and Urban look between one another and the small child.

“They’re a little special..” Urban spoke with his eyebrow raised.

“Yeah… didn’t see that one coming.” You got out before Hope started crying, opting for the both of you to bring her inside your apartment.

You had often witnessed your neighbors struggling with their newborn baby. From the copious amounts of baby groceries they brought in every week, to the dark bags under Mr. Santonio’s eyes.

You’d assumed that Ms. Hope was their first baby, and from the looks of them rushing down the hall to the elevator, your assumptions were correct.

“It’s okay Hope, all is okay!” You cooed, taking her from Urban and rubbing her back. Her cries began to soften, her chubby body laying forward on your shoulder. Urban moved to set up the television with baby entertainment, Hope’s overnight bag at your feet. You plopped on the sofa and laid her on your lap, tickling her belly. The cries of laughter she let out were absolutely adorable, making Urban watch you from his spot by the television.

“Damn ma, with the way your acting with Hope, got me wanting to put a baby in you.” Urban spoke, making you do a double-take.

“Mm, no. Nope. Hell no.” You immediately announced.

“Why not? I’d love to see you swollen with my kid inside of you.”

“In this economy? Fuck no.” You laughed, the laughter dying down as you looked at Urban’s face.

“Not that I wouldn’t want to have kids with you Urby, I’d love to. But we’re still so young, and you just started your career. A child is gonna hinder that. And no offense, I don’t want to raise a kid on my own.”

“That’s fair ma.” He responded, plopping down next to you. By that point you’d stood Hope up on your thighs, her tiny hands holding onto your fingers. She immediately looked at Urban, eyes lighting up with joy as she leaned toward him.

“Looks like she likes you.” You spoke as you passed her over to him, watching as he held the child close to his chest. She looked up at him and began to babble, laughing as she look a clump of hair between her tiny fingers and pulled.

“I beg to differ.” You both laughed, laughing harder when Hope began to laugh with you.

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The moon had settled in the sky, and Hope was already fed, burped, and changed into a fresh pair of jammies and diaper. Yet, with all of this, her cries echoed throughout the room.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” You spoke, patting her back as you paced around your bedroom.

“Didn’t they say that she was teething?” Urban asked, searching through the diaper bag. He found a teething ring, chilled with handles. He passed it to you, to which Hope took immediately as you sat down, rubbing her sore gums on the chilled ring. He dug further through the bag, noting the medicine they’d left. He brought it over and sat next to you, immediately taking the small syringe to Hope's mouth, watching as she lapped at the sticky, cherry-flavored substance. Within the next half an hour, she had calmed down.

“Will you be okay if I take a shower?” You asked Urban in a hushed voice, passing the small child over to him. He nodded his head, leaning against the headboard with Hope resting on his clothed chest.

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It wasn’t long before you were out the shower, towel wrapped around your steaming body. You walked back into your bedroom, letting out a soft chuckle as you looked at the scene before you.

Urban and Hope were both asleep, the small child clinging to Urban’s chest. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table, snapping a few photos before the doorbell rang. Quickly changing to your robe, you shuffled over to the door, the Santonio’s smiling at you.

“Sorry, we’re a little late.” Mrs. Santonio spoke, a soft smile on her face. “We got a little carried away. Is Hope ready to go?” She slightly looked past you for any signs of her baby. Her eyes held a tinge of sadness as if she didn’t want the night to end. It was then an idea popped into your head.

“She’s actually asleep in my bedroom. How about we keep her, and you two enjoy the rest of your night?” You wiggled your eyebrows towards the end, smiling as the husband let out a small laugh.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, we can-“

“It’s fine. Besides, I wouldn’t want to wake her up. She was a little fussy before she went down.”

“Thank you so much hun! We can pay you double as a thank you-“

“Don’t worry about it. You both look like you need the break.” You spoke, smiling softly.

“It’s that bad?” The wife looked down, her husband rubbing her shoulders. “It’s just that, Hope is our first, and it’s been extremely hard. And our families do what they can, but we just don’t want to bother them with our troubles.”

“Even though we should.” Mr. Santonio spoke, not without his wife elbowing him in the side.

“It’s okay. I understand. Sometimes it can be hard to ask for help, especially when you’re not used to it.” Mrs. Santonio smiled at the comment, nodding her heard. “We’ll keep her until the morning. I’ll call you both before we drop her back off.”

“Thank you so much dear.” Mrs. Santonio spoke, and you could have sworn you seen tears in her eyes.

“Of course. Now go! Have a goodnight!” You spoke, watching as they waved goodbye and moved down the hallway to return to their apartment.

You shut the door softly, returning to the bedroom where you found Urban awake, rubbing Hope’s back.

“Did they leave?” Urban whispered, eyeing the little girl on top of his chest.

“Yeah, I told them we’d hold Hope the night. Mrs. Santonio looked so happy.” You responded, putting on one of Urban’s oversized shirts and a pair of underwear. You slid into the bed next to him, him placing Hope gently in between the two of you. You leaned over and kissed his lips, moaning softly into the kiss.

“You’d make a great dad Urby.” You announced, stroking his cheek softly.

“Yeah?” He asked, smiling as he looked at you.

“Yeah.. seeing you catering to Hope.. gosh it was so cute.”

“Well just know in the future that when, or if we have kids, I’d give all my love to them.”

“And what about me?” You asked, laughing softly as you raised your eyebrows.

“I’d love you just as much.” He spoke, pecking your lips.

“I love you Urby.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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#urban wyatt #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt fanfiction #urban wyatt fan fic #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt x you #urban wyatt x y/n #urban wyatt x reader

[hirazuki]

Maedhros and Mairon + 49

…out of necessity | Maedhros & Mairon

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Aman, somewhere in the north. Fourth Age.

"And you are absolutely certain I cannot persuade you to come?" Maedhros asks, only half in jest, over the rim of his near-depleted glass.

Mairon tucks away the warm bloom of pleasure he feels at the Elf's clear approval of the vintage -- made from fruit harvested just over the hill; he has been experimenting, in the hope of finally discovering a drink to his own liking -- and casts a withering glare at him instead, of the kind that once flayed servants and kings alike and stayed dragons in their tracks.

His visitor, true to form, remains entirely unaffected.

The Maia clicks his tongue and runs a subtly-clawed hand through a strand of hair that has fallen over his eyes, examining its ends before flicking it back.

"No, thank you," he declines, feigned sweetness and a hint of fang slipping in, in reminiscence of bygone days. "I have no desire to mire myself in the politics of Valinor and Tirion and Tol Eressëa and whatever new settlement the latest group of reembodied discontents has elected to erect."

Maedhros chuckles into his glass, with sympathy and, likely, no small amount of envy -- he does not possess the luxury of choice in this matter -- before he drains it.

To say receiving him had been a surprise -- wine-dark elegance walking down the garden path to his doorstep, his Fëanorian finery a far cry from the remembered bronze and battered steel; hair, once and forever, a bloodstain in the sun -- would be to say the Grinding Ice was cold.

Awkwardness and cautious circling had gradually given way to unspun talk of things both great and small, held over sectioned wooden plates and light-colored tea in patterned cups; Mairon eagerly lapping up every scrap of information offered, starving mind ever at odds with his self-imposed isolation in the wilderness of Aman's empty north. He'd come here in pursuit of peace -- to remove himself from the noise and the tangle, the unbearableness of eternity's everyday; and the price for soothing his spirit was boredom. There was a line between too much quiet and not enough, and it was as gossamer stretched between the trees.

Neither had the irony been lost on him: he who, once, had stood on sheer precipices, feeding news of the world below to hungry ears upon its peaks. An unthinkable case of turned tables.

The paltry heat of the day -- a ghost of the burning summers across the sea -- had eventually faded into bland evening, with a suggestion of night-flowers in the air too timid to be truly called a scent. They had barely noticed, until firelight hair started shining brighter against the window panes.

Mairon has enjoyed this far more than he would have anticipated; certainly more than he will ever admit. He supposes he should not be surprised at it -- he has been alone since coming here, after all, and Maedhros has always proved to be intriguing, intelligent company, even in throes of imprisonment; even in torture.

Fëanor's eldest stands, apology on his lips. "I should be returning; it is some way to Formenos, and there are those among my family with a predilection for hasty conclusions; regardless of however little actual information they possess." His face does something complicated, that echoes the tightness the Maia feels in his chest. "I did not think I would stay so late."

Mairon pauses, halfway to standing himself. "You did not tell anyone where you were going?"

"Should I have?"

The former Lieutenant of Angband -- Gorthaur; Sauron; the Second Dark Lord and erstwhile Lord of Mordor -- stares at him, blankly.

Maedhros laughs, and it is the same mirthless, rueful laugh he remembers from a different land under a different sky, if somewhat filed down around the edges by time spent in silver vapors and vast caverns that trail below the seas.

"And what designs do you have on me, here in Aman?" the Elf asks him, with a manner that is heedless of the eggshells others have strewn all about him since his return to the West, and it feels like the fire coursing through his veins when he runs after being confined for too long. "What have you ever done towards me, in person, other than argue yourself hoarse to have me unhung?"

Oh. He'd noticed. His one-time prisoner had noticed, somehow, through the haze of blood and pain and stinging northern winds. Mairon is not certain how he feels about that.

"I dislike waste," is the response he settles on; it is not a lie. "And you forget too easily."

"I have not forgotten anything," Maedhros assures him, and holds up his left hand to look at the yawning black that graces its reincarnated palm. "I simply think I am no longer in a position to cast stones."

Mairon looks at it, too.

He thinks of Celebrimbor, of how he has heard that his shirts are always sleeved to the wrist and he avoids eating with knives, and of Maeglin, and how he shirks high places, and of the blistered skin still stamped around his own throat, a collar fashioned of previous flesh and soul-carved fear that hounds him in every form.

Is it the same for a Vala? he wonders, suddenly; does Melkor also wear the wounds of an old life? He has not seen him, yet, though Nienna has reached out.

"I have not been for a long time." Maedhros' voice is a half-whisper, but it draws him out from where he has fallen into his own head, before he can sink in deeper to drown in the sirenic call of afterthoughts long dead.

He watches him take out a glove from a pocket in his cloak and, using his teeth, pull it over his hand.

"You keep it hidden?"

The question is intrusive, insensitive, and wholly involuntary -- Maedhros has not shown any indication that the burn of the Silmaril bothers him, and the care with which he covers it now strikes the Maia with the suddenness of hammer upon anvil.

"I grew tired of both pity and censure," comes the answer -- raw in honesty and distressingly intimate, it devastates like Song.

And yet, Fëanor's firstborn leaves his right wrist bare for all to see. Perhaps it is because the injury is older, Mairon thinks; or, perhaps, it is that some scars are more private than others.

He catches Maedhros smiling at him, and at the hand he did not realize he has raised to cradle his own neck.

The Elf says nothing, and turns to make his way to the front door.

Mairon follows; it is only proper to walk him out.

He is about to bid him goodnight on the threshold, in the fashion of old Beleriand, when Maedhros leans forward and places a quick touch of his lips on him, once on each cheek.

Mairon stills, for the span between seconds, before flinching back. "What are you doing?"

"Satisfying the demands of Noldorin etiquette," Maedhros replies, brow slightly creasing under the plain band of burnished copper that goes around his head. "I should have thought you familiar with all our customs."

Mairon retreats within his mind and quickly flips through the tome of his life labeled 'Eregion' -- still within easy reach, though riddled with dust and disuse.

There is nothing there.

Curious; but, it is possible the Elves of Ost-in-Edhil -- Tyelpë, in particular -- had kept more of a distance from him than he'd been led to believe. Despite the long winters and the late nights and the celebrations, there had always been a boundary between Elf and Maia: too insubstantial to ever be commented on, just solid enough to be vexing. That, or they had left some traditions behind when they had crossed over the mountains, alongside everyone else, in the wake of rising water and incalculable loss.

None of that is pertinent, however, at the moment. What matters is his old counterpart standing before him, the lingering trace of foreign warmth on his face, and his ever-burning need to know.

"And what does it signify?"

"It means," Maedhros begins, speaking words that Mairon could not have imagined existed on the other side of howling cliffs and deep fire and wretched hallowed light, "that it is good to see you again."

#maedhros #mairon #sauron #silmarillion #tolkien #my writing #hira writes tolkien #😉 😘 #okay; this is softer and more wholesome than what i typically write #but given what i'm putting them through in your other prompt i figured they can have one (1) nice thing #i hope you like it!!! ♡ #i tried to write it in a way that it could fit with both our personal verses ^^ #(though i'm sure it's nigh incomprehensible to everyone else XD) #(it would have made /a lot/ more sense to y'all if i had managed to first publish Bun's flower ask from a month+ ago) #(but you'll just have to take my word for it lmao) #two down three more to go! #these two caused /such/ a holdup in my creative endeavors; hopefully i can work my way faster through the rest XD

[hinatastinygiant]

13 | ETERNAL NIGHTFALL

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

Sympathy for a Demon Masterlist

That night, you and Giyu wait outside the back of the restaurant. You look up at the stars above and sigh before confessing to Giyu how much you miss the forest- your home.

"You mean that dark place where you were constantly being followed by demons?" he asks.

"Yep. And part of that snarky response, Giyu, is exactly the reason why. It was so dark that I could be outside even during the day. It was great since I never really got tired back then," you then explain to him.

After that, you turn towards him and take his hand in yours, gratitude and sincerity in your voice as you express your appreciation for all he's done. "I want you to know that your support means the world to me. You've made me feel like I can be more than just some mindless demon which, to be honest, I never really believed was true before."

His lips curve into a small, almost bashful smile. "You don't have to thank me."

Just then, your moment with Giyu is shattered as Muzan suddenly materializes before you, accompanied by Valeria. "Oh, my darling cousin, is this your new boyfriend?" he remarks before expressing his disapproval due to Giyu being, well, everything that Muzan is not. 

Muzan then commands you to follow him, while Valeria states that she will deal with Giyu to ensure he doesn't follow you. Sad that it could be your last time ever seeing Giyu, you begin to walk away. The connection of your hand in his fades, causing the ache in your chest to swell. 

Walking behind your cousin, you eventually arrive at a serene lake. With his back turned to you, he starts to speak, his voice holding a bit of nostalgia in his tone. "You know, even after everything you've done, part of me still wishes for a real connection with a relative. Someone who can truly understand me. You're all I have, my dear cousin."

He turns slightly, his gaze distant as he continues, "I don't particularly want to kill you, even though you've betrayed me. But, to be quite honest, I have no choice."

Finally, his crimson gaze fixes on you, and you respond with teeth gritted. "You won't break me. I'm not the same scared girl you controlled anymore."

Muzan scoffs. "My goodness, you're even more childish and naive than I thought if you really think you can stand against me."

As your frustration and resolve build, you make a sudden rush towards him. You'll show him just how wrong he is.

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GIYU'S P.O.V.

I watch as Valeria's body disintegrates into ash before sprinting after Y/N. My heart races as I arrive just in time to witness her head hitting the ground. From the shadows, I observe as Muzan walks away without a care, leaving her lifeless form behind. 

Tears blur my vision as I rush to Y/N's side, cradling her head in my arms. A choked sob escapes me as I make a promise that echoes through the night air, a promise to keep my heart locked away from anyone else, a terrible attempt to shield myself from the agony of loss. Without even noticing it, for the first time, I admit that I'm in love with her.

Her weak voice cuts through the darkness. "Giyu... you loved me?"

My answer is immediate, the answer is so obvious. "I always will."

Her response is a mixture of tears and disbelief. "Then don't... don't condemn yourself. That's not what I want."

My confusion shows on my face as I try to comprehend her words.

She continues, her voice shaky but determined. "I want you to tell my story and keep an open mind about demons. We're not always what we seem when you first meet us. And promise me, Giyu, that if you ever meet another demon who looks like they might still have a chance at a good life, don't kill them."

The weight of her words hit me, especially as she continues to explain that, "Muzan's superiority is shaken. He knows now that there's a chance a demon could revolt against him. So if you spare demons who might still have a chance at redemption-"

I cut her off after that, I don't want her to waste her energy because I completely understand her point. "I promise," I say, my voice a solemn whisper.

Y/n's form fades into ash in my arms, leaving a void in the night. The crow that guided me lands nearby, its caw breaking the silence and congratulating me for finally dealing with the demon I was sent out to destroy before urging me to see Master Ubuyashiki right away.

Anguish and rage collide within me so overwhelmingly strong that I'm not really sure how to react. I let out a loud scream in the dark night before striking the ground with my fist. And in that moment, I swear silently to honor Y/N's memory and fulfill her wish, even if it means challenging the very principles of the demon slayer corps.

Tell me, baby, what's my name?

I tell you one time, you're to blame.

THE END

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