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meyousing · 24 days

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𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤; 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

FOR MY POOKIEWOOKIE @moongreenlight !! who i adore sososo much I HOPE U ENJOY !! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after realizing what raphael could do for you before; ridding your mind of the emperor for the briefest moment, you wanted to know how that could feel for a second time, no matter the cost. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: -> sneaky HUMAN raphael, non-con, deception and lies its raphael what else did you expect. probably a little ooc since this is for pookie so fk canon :D. as always all sexual nsfw will be under the cut!

I'm walking, you've been hiding,

And you look half-dead half the time.

Monitoring you, like machines do,

You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye

You told yourself that you’d do anything for answers, that the cost didn’t matter–you wanted a solution, a cure to your tadpole infliction, and despite knowing better than to trust a devil, you were growing hopeless and running low on any other options. Yes, you knew the magic that Halsin told you about, the same words later spoken by the Emperor; their proclamation of impossibility regarding the worm’s extraction no matter which method you attempted, from whomever. But there was one time, and only one, when you remembered what mental quietude could sound like amidst such circumstances.

So, veiled by the darkness of the night sky en route, you navigated through Sharess’ Caress to the upper floors, intent on finding Raphael–even though he was hardly the paragon of trust–and experiencing solace in silence once again, something that, unfortunately, only he could provide. Gale was always going on about the benefits of respite, and this one you craved like a drug, now that you could remember how solitude felt after so long without it. What a crime to wish for independence within one’s own mind these days.

You didn’t bother knocking, he likely sensed you at some point or another on your way here, what with his attentiveness to you and all that implied your involvement. You didn’t care about being the intrusive one for once, careening the door open and briskly sending it shut behind you.

“Surely you didn’t think that little disguise would work?”

“It wasn’t meant for you.” You tugged your hood down easily and shrugged the rest of your cloak off, balling it up and tossing it aside carelessly. You spotted Raphael standing a few feet away, in the first doorway of the den, his back to you. Yet he knew what you were wearing.

He turned and lifted a brow at you, but the rest of his expression showed obvious disinterest in speaking about this any further than the short exchange.

“Have you come to make the right choice?”

“Bold assumption,” you said quickly, not yet ready to fully admit why you sought him out in your situation; in the dark, on your own. “Shouldn’t you ask why I’m here first?”

“All I needed was a look at you to know.”

You didn’t respond, and he grinned, his lids low as he watched you.

“But I’ll let you tell me anyway, I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun. What troubles you, little mouse? What is it that’s brought you right into the cat’s paw?” he approached slowly, hands interlocked behind him as he subtly looked you up and down–knowingly–like you were the subject of an experiment. That wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I want you to do… whatever you did for me before, again.” You kept your eyes on him, speaking somewhat hesitant but remaining strong in your stance, your gaze unwavering. You noted the way he subtly mouthed along when you spoke the word ‘again’, tauntingly, like he already had you figured out. Perhaps he did.

“You don’t mean this?” He murmured, and with a snap of his fingers, your mind was yours again; that insistent, idle static now fizzled out.

Your eyes widened, brows uplifting alongside your lips as you nodded; it was just like the last time, pure silence aside from your own little conscience as it came to the same giddy realization that it was alone once more. Raphael only chuckled, and after a too-short moment, your mind was back to its newly but usually muddled state. The Emperor had nothing to say yet, which you were grateful for, as it saved you the need to seek an excuse for his inability to communicate with you in a second instance that shouldn’t have been possible the first time around.

“Are you expecting me to do you a favour like that for nothing?” he laughed dryly, mockingly; it made you feel like the vermin that was about to be squashed beneath a dirty boot sole. “You may be the brightest, most shimmering jewel in my crown, but something so deliciously close to free will in a time like this cannot come without charge. What’s more, it is most costly when one chooses selfishness over the common good.”

You should have expected this. You must’ve known deep down that it wouldn’t be so easy, that Raphael wouldn’t be a one-time good samaritan–a saint–and do you this favour, even in spite of all the honeyed names that’d roll off of his tongue when he sought you out, making it seem as though you were a little more special than his usual clientele. Stepping forward with a frown, you scoffed:

“How am I being selfish?” Was he just toying with you for his entertainment now? You hadn’t been here for long, but the trip would be cut off even sooner if this continued. You craved relief, but not enough to get tangled up in the deep end with a devil, to a point of no return.

“Why do you deserve the fix before anyone else? Do you think I’m a good-willed cleric made to provide relief to all those with your affliction?” Despite how incredulously he spoke, you could tell now that he was merely testing you. Testing you for what exactly, you couldn’t tell; your will, your determination?

“Who are you to be the dictator of right and wrong?” you countered him with a question of your own, stepping up closer once he stopped in his tracks. He hardly raised his brows in his fullest reaction to your bravery, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“I’m not. But I’m the only one who can provide a moment of respite to you, and I don’t work for free. Is that not fair? You are asking for quite a privilege.” He smirked like he knew what you would say next.

“You’ve already done it for me once before, what makes it different now? It’s temporary anyway, is it not? Am I wrong?”

“It is. But last time was just a… sample if you will. For a second taste, a true dealing between us, you’ll need to do something for me too.”

You grimaced, and he looked too pleased with himself. You’d managed to avoid getting involved with him this far along, rejecting most ultimatums he offered, and you’d been fine without his assistance–or obstacles, rather. Yet now, something initiated completely of your own accord was creating a conflict that you could’ve avoided if not for your greed and its insistence; you weren’t done yet.

“Fine” you conceded, rather quickly too. His smirk widened, he looked so smug.

“Good, good” he purred. You blinked a few times, your body having an unexpected reaction to the bassy sound as you averted your gaze, refusing to recognize it.

“What do you want from me, then?” you mumbled.

“What do you think I would like from you–my dearest–” he drew out, “in exchange for my services?” He tilted his head, and he seemed a lot closer than you last remembered. He was much more visible in your periphery even as you forced your eyes aside. Were you supposed to answer that question and know what to say, what he wanted?

“I-I don’t know. Do you want me to take the deal with you and promise you the cro–actually, no, that is way too much in exchange for a few minutes of sile–”

“No” he cut you off sharply, his expression falling flat. “That, I can wait for. Your choice will be even sweeter to hear the longer you hold out on me. But considering our current circumstances…” he trailed off, and when you didn’t look at him during that pause, you felt hands slide up your waist.

You blinked at the same time that your body jolted–a millisecond–and your surroundings changed. You still stood in Raphael’s grasp, just before the dining hall’s grand table within the House of Hope. Your eyes darted around warily, but you still felt an odd sense of… calm. Raphael, so tenderly that your heart thrummed a little off-beat, slid his fingers up your body and down your arms, grasping your wrists as he led you to one of the seats; facing the flames that so ironically burned in the fireplace. He walked slowly, dare you say methodically, striding to take a spot across from you.

"Indulge yourself” he muttered, looking utterly observant. He placed his chin atop his hands, fingers interlocked into a fist. He didn’t touch the food, but you expected as much.

“I’d rather not” you garbled, your gaze careful while you studied him and tried not to overreact, still settling into the new environment. You didn’t have an appetite per se, not for the deceptive refreshments that were too perfectly laid out before you anyway. Raphael may have been worming his way into your routine so often, just like the godsdamned tadpole itself, but his presence lingering for so long didn’t equate to trust yet.

“Then indulge me.”

You watched him reach for and open a bottle of wine, one you didn’t recognize as common among those you’d scraped together from wooden boxes and crates on your way to the gate. It looked more prestigious, the bottle was embellished with what you could only assume to be real gold melted within the glass, and it caught the light so intriguingly each time he tilted it to pour some out; a drink for him, a drink for you. You looked away when he stood and took the chalices in his hands, placing one before you and promptly returning to his seat. When you looked to him again he had elevated the goblet in his hand, his chin lifting.

“To a new era.”

Your fingers approached the table, tips dancing towards the stoup’s base, the entirety of which could have been crafted by Gond and polished by Moradin. You wondered, despite how aged everything throughout the House was by the natural processes of time; cracked tile, buffered but helplessly dull stone… the stemware looked so new; untouched. He didn’t save it just for you, surely? Flitting your eyes back to Raphael as you thought about it, you noted how he finished taking a slow sip, lowering his cup back to the tablecloth. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching his tongue dart out to get some more of the taste, from what lingered on his lips. He noted your longer-than-usual silence, and those same lips turned up.

“Your insistence, or stubbornness, rather, is very endearing in more… suitable circumstances. For once, you should try to act less like the illithid you’re bound to become and let go of those inhibitions. Look where you are” His head swayed slightly to his left, to the room, fingers drumming mutely on the tabletop.

The wine was tempting, and his taking a first sip did comfort you in some way. You spared him a final glance before zeroing in on your goblet, staring down the dark liquid inside, watching the warm candlelight rippling reflectively on its surface. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt to indulge just this once, you thought, as you took the cup into your hand.

Raphael nodded along, encouragingly. Uncharacteristically.

You figured there was no harm in it, especially if he was as fond of you as he claimed, then he wouldn’t want you to meet a preemptive demise. Not yet.

You bit the bullet, raising the chilled gold to your lips. You did feel rather parched, and the substance slid down your throat so smoothly, so soothingly.

“You know, I poisoned one of our goblets.”

Exhaustion was sent over you like a wave, and not because of the poison immediately having an effect–had it been your substance that was tampered with–but because of course he did. You sighed, your eyes falling closed to console that Raphael-induced fatigue.

“Gods, I hope it’s mine,” you muttered beneath your breath.

He let out what you may have heard as, amidst all of your quarrels, his first genuine laugh. His face was delighted as he shook his head.

“Are you so displeased at the prospect of dining with me?” he leaned back in his seat, grinning and crossing a leg over the other. Getting comfortable. Settling in. You were tense in opposition, knees tight together as you kept yourself at the edge of your chair.

“This clearly isn’t all that you want from me, Raphael. Either get on with it, or let the toxins do their job and let me off easy” You put the goblet down, pushing it forward and away as you inhaled sharply, now on higher alert considering the circumstances.

“It’s only a bit of fun. The dose isn’t lethal, I couldn’t rid Faerûn of such a treasure in that crude of a way.”

At least you were right about that.

Raphael said nothing else as he took in your silence, and his expression didn’t say much either. He stood slowly, his eyes remaining on you as he dragged his fingers along the tabletop until he landed at your side.

“If you’d like to experience mental solitude again, then I’ll only ask for one, small thing from you.”

You certainly felt a touch drowsier than before, your limbs a little more numb and tingly, like they had fallen asleep on you in a too-short duration. You turned your head to look up at him, and even at a neutral pace, the motion made you nauseous. You let out a soft groan of displeasure, closing your eyes and moving to drop your head down. Raphael caught your chin and forced your eyes to remain on him, his voice barely above a whisper as he proposed:

“Solitude, for a kiss.”

“The least isolating ask,” you muttered bitterly, eyelids heavy as the sight of him became a degree blurrier than what you knew as typical. Yet you could still make out his smirk, and he leaned closer.

“But not a very weighted one. Don’t you miss being able to think without the added badgering of the Emperor’s two cents?”

Truthfully, you did, if this last-resort decision wasn’t enough of an indicator. A kiss also wasn’t a huge deal, but Raphael was the cambion equivalent to the poison coursing through your veins. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but you also weren’t in much of a position to deny him. Would you even be able to enjoy the seclusion if this didn’t wear off after he did this favour?

“That’s really all you want?”

“It is. Perhaps if you wished for something more permanent it would be a different story, but alas. It doesn’t need to be written contractually either, nothing so serious.”

“Fine, then.”

You chose to take the initiative, the leap of faith, pressing your weight into the armrests of the chair so you could stand up and lean in. Your resistance was, helplessly, nonexistent when Raphael pushed you back down; the side effect of his poison making it too easy.

He grabbed your jaw, fingers firm but the motion gentle as he turned your face towards his. Your eyes were already half-closed, but you didn’t miss the intensity on his features. He hovered over you, his mere presence so imposing as he kept you right where he wanted; under his thumb. He moved closer until his cupid’s bow brushed over yours, ever-so-tender, so close yet so far. Your heart nearly skipped a beat once he tilted his head a little further, his lips parting in the slightest as they touched yours, but it wasn’t yet a kiss. Yes, you had expected him to draw this out considering the circumstances of the required affection pertaining to a deal, but what you hadn’t expected was your subsequent anticipation and eventual impatience.

“Just do it–” you managed to murmur out against his mouth, some natural venom lacing the words without the help of the poison. You were surprised that he closed the gap properly right after by pulling your head up to him, his fingertips pressing deeper into your cheeks as he did, fingernails scraping the thin skin.

He kissed you hard but without much aggression. You were taken aback by his normalcy, but it appeared that he was just getting started, as he soon used the leverage of his hand on your face to bring you to your feet. You winced, the motion pulled at your neck, but you weren’t given time to dwell on it when he jerked you to the table and tore his lips from yours.

“Not going to put up a fight? How unlike you” he smirked. You could only glare at him because if he wasn’t sharp enough to nullify any resistance efforts, you both knew who would be pinned down right now. He chuckled once, appraisingly, before pushing his body into you again, his lips finding your neck instead.

He started with nipping at the skin, then tasting it with a languid lick that made you squirm, and moving to hold your hands down against the table–as if you’d be able to move them on your own anyway.

“More than a kiss–” you managed to state, your voice containing a hint of matter-of-factness, but was a little raspier as his closeness certainly affected your fortitude.

“You knew better” was all he had to respond with, the words muffled as they were kissed into the horripilation on your skin. He remained content here for a while, bringing a finger up to your jaw to turn your head in the opposite direction of where he had already ridden your skin with his lips and hot saliva; making you shiver when the wetness caught the air and consequently cooled, regardless of how hot it was in the hells and logically shouldn’t have been possible.

You were equivalent to a ragdoll by now, simply letting it happen when he grabbed your arms and flipped you around, your loose-limbed body immediately tipping over so your front was flat against the table; your hips perfectly positioned for your ass to press into his hips. He laughed and didn’t even try to create space, pressing himself into you so you could feel how hard he was, and it made you grimace at the realization of just how far this was going to go.

“You’re the only person worth this,” he breathed, his fingers snaking up to wrap around the column of your neck and force your head up. “The only one who deserves to experience this privilege.”

Unable to suppress your snicker when he said that, you almost whined aloud when his fingers tightened in response, and began rutting his hips into you steadily but with enough force to shift your body against the tabletop each time, your shirt getting caught up in the tablecloth and pushing it up so the cool surface touching your heated flesh made you tremble. The strong scents of all the lavish foods surrounding your immediate proximity almost drowned out Raphael’s scent, but it wasn’t enough, especially not as he leaned down so his front was against you completely, his face next to yours.

“So amusing, is it?” he rumbled, subtly bringing his free hand up the side of your limp thigh, finding your hip, and reaching to tug at your panties. You couldn’t even feel shock anymore, simply letting out a strained exhale the material shifted when he slid it down your skin; off. “We’ll see for how much longer you feel that way.”

How much had you missed within those few seconds, to be surprised when he was already playing with his cock against your entrance? You felt a lot hotter then, your skin crawling with pleasure-induced chills as he moved his tip slowly, heavily up and down, prodding so slightly into your warmth and making your muscles tense each time he slid it away and down to your clit. He never lingered against one spot or the other long enough for any long-term sensations to last, and you couldn’t stop yourself from releasing a disgruntled groan. His chuckle reverberated through you, making your breaths shake as they became increasingly rapid.

“I wonder if any of your devotees across the realms know that you can be reduced to this–if they think about it,” he pressed the tip of his cock into you now, making your hastened breaths hitch, your lungs burn, “if they imagine you beneath them, or maybe even above them–but you only deserve to be here,” he pushed his hips forward and slid in deeper, with ease, the motion so precise it made your thighs twitch, “beneath me.”

He set a slower rhythm to start, but the way that his movements bumped you further into the table each time made it so that you could feel all of him so perfectly. You felt so open, so exposed–

“Y-You seriously want to do this right here?” you whispered, only because your voice was so strained under his palm, and his cheek went taut in a grin next to you.

“My bed is still busy being warmed, this will do for now. You deserve better than mediocre; the real thing, not my copy. Feel fortunate” he sighed, pressing deeply into you for a moment and staying there, enjoying you, nearly pushing into your cervix–distracting you from the tongue-in-cheek response you wished to give to his words. You instinctively squirmed away, the intensity of it being too much too quickly with how teasingly he had been going thus far. But he wasn’t having any of your resistance despite how it was impulsive and not of your volition; pushing his body down heavier upon yours until you were trapped entirely, forced to take what he gave. Then he resumed movement, and he was moving faster now.

You fisted the tablecloth before you with the weakest grip; the strongest you could muster, physically fighting every part of yourself so as to not give into him too quickly by carelessly moaning out and letting him know that he was actually making you feel something good. It didn’t matter though. Hoarse, uncontrollable whines vibrated in your throat, locked behind your canines as they sunk into your bottom lip in a further attempt at deceiving him. You were shocked that somehow, throughout the numbness in the rest of your body, each stroke and deep tingle of pleasure could be felt in its most intense form. You continued to amuse him, making him laugh as if this were something wholesome and wholly reciprocated.

“What do you hear?” he whispered to you, the closeness and low volume of his voice making you writhe, igniting prickles of delight inside of you, making your pussy squeeze around him and pull him in deeper; even shocking yourself as your jaw dropped open from the sensation. All that you could audibly make out were your breaths and his, accompanied by the slick sound of his cock pistoning in and out of you with ease by how wet he made you in such a short time.

“Just you–” you lied, “–mumbling in my fucking ear,” you tried to chuckle, but when the hand that wasn’t on your neck squeezed your hip tightly enough for you to actually feel it amidst all of the numbness, you gasped quietly, the dry laugh devolving into a whimper.

“You shouldn’t hear anything,” he said slowly, but in a tone that was maybe one pitch higher than normal, like he was concluding another one of his awful riddles. You’d have taken time to cringe if he hadn’t grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you up at the same time that he moved, pulling you flush against him and continuing to fuck you like you were nothing more than a toy fulfilling its purpose.

He favoured intensity over speed, ensuring that you couldn’t escape him as his cock never fully left your sex; only sliding back to quickly grind deeply inside once more, making you see stars each time–you didn’t care about whatever else he had to mumble to you now, all you cared about was engrossing yourself in the feeling of him. It made your stomach churn deliciously too, and that familiar warmth of finality was beginning to stir within as he bit down on your neck, sliding his fingers out of the way so he could hold you still by a shoulder. If your body wasn’t essentially dead you’d have regretfully reached back to hold onto him for support, grasping at the material of his intricately designed garments which would probably irritate him; perhaps your situational debilitation was for the better.

“You’re not about to come for me, are you? Tut tut” he purred, and you couldn’t discern whether the way your eyes rolled was from annoyance or pleasure. Despite the degradation he didn’t relent, encouraging you above all else. His body encapsulated yours as he held you how he liked, keeping your back arched just slightly enough for your hips to perch nicely off of him as he pounded into you; had you seeing stars. “Don’t keep me waiting, then~”

When a sneaky hand left your shoulder and made its way to your front, pinching your clit, you came undone with a sharp whine; you could barely feel the way your thighs clenched, tightening alongside your pussy as you ground back into him to experience the sensation in its fullest, whimpering his name so weakly as your head lulled back to rest against his chest. You hardly caught the sight of him smirking down at you, so self-satisfied as his hand in your hair tightened, and only a smidge of embarrassment crept into your overall feelings of elation because you knew that he had every reason to feel that way.

Soon enough the waves of bliss calmed, to your dismay, and Raphael pulled out of you with a soft groan, releasing your body carelessly and stepping back out of your sight, making you rush to reach out and have your palms land against the table rather than your face.

As you turned around slowly and panted to catch your breath, you watched while he adjusted what minimal undressing he’d partaken in, and only then did you notice the feeling of something wet and thick sliding down the inside of your thigh. You looked down, your eyes widening a bit as you rushed to pull your panties back up to be rid of the sight of it; when did he cum?? You also wondered about how much control he must’ve had over the poison as you could feel the toxins wearing off now that it was all over; the ability to perceive and to touch returning to your body again, albeit weakly.

“Good, don’t let my gift go to waste. So intuitive.”

You shuddered in disgust and swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring his stupid, contented face and even happier statement. Now that you were approaching a state where you held a semblance of control again, you cleared your throat and redressed fully, smoothing over your clothes and standing taller after giving a quick shake of your head.

“Okay–you got what you wanted, give me my end of the deal now.”

Raphael grinned, his brows lifting in feigned surprise.

“Oh, darling, that was it. Couldn’t you tell? Surely you didn’t want your dearest Emperor to know about our fornication?”

You stood there, stunned, slowly but surely feeling hot rage seep into your bones. No fucking way was he being serious.

“Bullshit.”

He laughed at you in a falsely taken-aback way, even raising a ridiculous hand to his chest.

“That’s no way for a lady such as yourself to speak–you chose to jest when I asked what you could hear, that was your chance to tune in and tell. Regardless, we both fulfilled our ends of the bargain.”

“Oh that’s rich,” you started, not knowing what to do with your hands as they fidgeted at your sides, itching to reach up to him and–

“If you wish to experience this again, you know where to find me. Hopefully next time you’ll have come to a decision about the crown, too.” he chuckled in a muted way, to himself, like he was considering some inside joke that only he was part of, not you. Perhaps you were the joke to him, after doing something like this; surrendering to him. The thought made your face twist in anger and you began to approach him, your arms raising.

You only caught the split-second motion of his hand reaching out, and then… nothing. Moments of black, of unconsciousness… and then you were standing outside the den again. You lurched for the doorknob, tugging at it to no avail for the first time ever. After cursing aloud you hit the wood with your fists, letting out a long, deep sigh, shutting your eyes as you realized what a mistake this was to begin with.

You turned shamefully after a few more seconds of basking in exhaustion, your feet heavy and still feeling abnormal to use after so much time spent being dead weight. You trudged along to the exit of the brothel, cloakless, having left it in Raphael’s room and now being forced to endure the rain that had started. At least it was still dark outside, and you could return to camp innocently beneath the moonlight; be unheard beyond the pattering of the condensation while everyone else rested, acting as though nothing had happened at all, that you’d been there all night.

You kept your head down, blinking away the raindrops that slid from your hair and into your eyes. Only once you were alone, past the business outside of the Caress, that familiar bustling moved from the ambiance of the bordello to the innards of your brain, and a question was posed by the voice that’d been with you since the beginning of this life you had grown accustomed to:

“Where were you just now?”

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Fires of Passion, Ashes of Hate— The End

previous part series’ masterlist!

Summary: Lovers (mentioned) to enemies.

Warnings: Hate (?), blood, injuries, a lot of cursing, ooc Kaz. Also, not proofread.

Notes: As always, italics are flashbacks! I’m not entirely happy about how rushed this feels. I do, however, really like the end and I hope you guys do too. I do plan to make up for rushing this with extras, which so far are going to be the begging of their relationship and the breakup (and why they broke up.)

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For months, Kaz had been meticulously planning, sacrificing meals and sleep along the way. For months, Kaz tirelessly brainstormed different ideas, only to abandon them upon discovering minor flaws. Long months of hair-pulling, lip-biting, and picking at the skin around his nails.

He preferred his plans to be flawless, or at least as close to flawless as possible. He had a penchant for meticulously attending to small details that most would overlook. Opportunities that most would miss.

But this? He found himself adrift, unsure of his next move. The thought of proceeding blindly grated on him, intensifying his frustration. Even worse were the relentless doubts echoing in his mind, like the constant cawing of crows.

Despite Jesper and Inej's pleas to join him in his reckless pursuit, he adamantly refused. He couldn't bear the thought of putting them in harm's way, not because of his own anger and thirst for revenge.

All those months spent tirelessly searching for a way to strike back at Pekka led him to find refuge inside the old building. There, he meticulously set up device after device crafted by Wylan. He harbored no desire to simply end Pekka, for that would be too merciful by his standards. Instead, he yearned to inflict upon him the same agony he had endured years ago. He wanted him to hurt physically and financially, and the most effective means to accomplish this was by detonating his new acquisition.

In an instant, all the effort he had poured into his questionable plan was nullified by none other than her.

He had anticipated the Dime Lions to find him, engaging in a battle until only one remained victorious. This inevitable showdown was something he had prepared for, though uncertain of its timing. However, her involvement was never part of the equation.

To say Kaz was scared was a revelation, a sensation he had long relegated to the recesses of childhood memories. The darkness of their home, Jordie’s teasing laughter echoing down the corridors, the frantic escape from the pigs’ relentless pursuit—each a fragment of his past, each a reminder of the fear he had once known.

There was also the memory of Pekka’s betrayal looming large, a specter of fear that gripped his heart with icy fingers. Back then, she had tried to comfort him, to bridge the chasm of his terror with a simple embrace, but he had recoiled, the weight of his own emotions too heavy to bear. The repulsion lingering, the image of his brother’s accusing gaze etched into his mind’s eye.

Back then, he had left behind more than just his last name. Kaz Rietveld’s fear was a relic of his past, a burden he could no longer carry. Brekker, on the other hand, was immune to such weaknesses. Fear was a luxury he couldn’t afford, a shadow he refused to let darken his path. For him, fear was not an obstacle; it was merely a whisper in the wind, easily drowned out by the thunder of his determination.

Yet, there he stood in the darkness of the crumbling house. A solitary figure bathed in the moon's silver glow, his silhouette a stark contrast against the velvety blackness that enveloped him. The air hung heavy with an unnameable dread, thick with the weight of his own apprehension, wrapping around him like a suffocating cloak.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears like the beating of distant drums, a relentless cacophony echoing the frantic tempo of his escalating panic. Each breath he took was a struggle, a desperate gasp for air in a room that seemed to shrink around him, constricting his chest with invisible hands.

Tremors wracked his frame, his muscles tense and coiled like a spring wound too tight, ready to snap at the slightest provocation. His gloved hands shook with a violent tremor, fingers twitching with the restless energy of fear while the once-familiar leather felt foreign against his skin, slick with the sweat that had gathered within.

His mind spun in dizzying circles, a whirlwind of fragmented memories and shadowy phantoms.

And then, a sensation so primal, so overwhelming, that it threatened to consume him whole. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach, a gnawing emptiness that seemed to stretch on for eternity, swallowing him up in its dark embrace. It was a fear born not of the tangible, but of the intangible, a nameless dread that lurked in the deepest recesses of his soul.

In that moment, Kaz Brekker was not merely scared; he was consumed by an overwhelming, bone-deep terror.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

In all the years since assuming his new identity, she was the sole individual who evoked a semblance of fear within him. Not because he feared her, but because he feared for her. He fretted over her safety, yet true terror never gripped him. Not like it did now. Never like it did now.

“No, what are you doing here, Kaz?What is— How could you be so unbelievably foolish?”

“I had it all planned you fucking idiot.”

“Planned? Planned what? Your fucking death? Is that it?”

“Of course not! What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do?”

Kaz’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. His jaw tensed, muscles rippling with the effort to contain his rising fury. He paced back and forth for a second, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight, before her voice interrupted his steps.

“I know exactly what you think you are doing but let me tell you, this is not the way you absolute idiot! Saints! This is certain death, Kaz.”

“I know what I’m doing!” His voice was a defiant growl, his eyes blazing with determination as she stepped closer, her gaze searching his for any hint of doubt. “Do you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Open your fucking eyes, Brekker! You are going to get yourself killed.”

A humorless chuckle escaped his lips, morphing the frown into a semblance of a smile as his eyes swept over her features.

“So what? Why does that matter to you, huh? Why would you possibly care now when you never did before?”

“Never did? How fucking stupid can you be? Never cared?”

“You never fucking did!”

Breath caught in his throat, his chest heaving with the weight of his words. He turned away, unable to meet her gaze, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Brekker?”

“You!” His voice, a fragile facade shattered, cracked with emotion as his bottom lip quivered. His gloved hand rose to grasp at the ends of his disheveled hair in frustration. “Fuck— You! You are what’s wrong with me. You and your infuriating face, your grating voice, your laughter that pierces like needles, and those patronizing eyes.”

The sound of her footsteps reached his ears, and soon, the rhythm of his own steps joined in, creating a dissonant duet that mirrored the discord in his heart.

"So what, you just decide to concoct some half-baked scheme to take down Rollins, knowing full well it's a death sentence?"

His steps faltered, the fiery tempest within his soul halting his movement with a sudden, jarring intensity. Fury, a relentless inferno, blazed through his veins, igniting every fiber of his being with an uncontrollable rage.

With a primal roar, he surged forward, his fingers curled around her arms like iron vices, muscles flexing with a raw, primal strength as he propelled her backwards, her back colliding with the unyielding surface of the wall with a resounding thud.

“Get the fuck out of here-“

“No.”

“I’m not fucking asking.”

“You either leave with me, or we both stay.”

His grip tightened, fingers digging into flesh as he pinned her against the unforgiving barrier, every ounce of his being consumed by the need to dominate, to assert his power over her form.

His gloved fingers, their relentless grip now slackened, traced a deliberate path from her arm, gliding along the delicate curve of her collarbone before settling upon her neck. There, they tightened with a forceful resolve, constricting her airway with an iron grip that left no room for escape. “Get. Out.”

Her mouth open, his gaze flickered downward to her now parted lips, desperate for air, as she shook her head in refusal.

With a frustrated groan, his hand relinquished its grip on her body, her form leaning forward as if seeking solace in the precious air her lungs yearned for.

“I hate you,” she whispered, her voice mixed with the soft gasps for air that left her lips. He reached out again and grabbed her chin, — as he once did when her eyes sparkled with love instead of tears— forcing her to meet his eyes. “Say it again,” he demanded, his grip firm yet tinged with a hint of desperation.

“I hate you.”

As he looked into her eyes, he struggled to reconcile the present with the past, finding it difficult to believe that there was once a time when she had adored him, loved him with every fiber of her being. A time when he, too, had been consumed by love for her, his passion burning bright and untamed, bordering on dangerous obsession.

He could still vividly recall the first time she had uttered those three words, a moment etched into his memory with indelible ink. It was a poignant reminder of a love that had once flourished between them, a love so powerful that its absence now left behind a breathtaking ache, a hollow longing for what could never be forgotten.

He recalls the biting cold, how their noses had turned red from the chill. Yet, amidst the frosty air, he remembers the warmth that enveloped them both as they finally made their way inside the slat, eager to kindle the little fireplace she had insisted on building.

Forest green was the hue of the blanket she had chosen, a subtle barrier that separated them, granting the illusion of closeness without the need for full physical contact.

“I love you,” she had whispered, her voice carrying a shy vulnerability that was a stark departure from her usual confidence. Without hesitation, his gloved hand had reached out, gently cradling her chin and tilting her head to meet her eyes. “Say it again,” he had urged, and the moment she did, his heart skipped a beat.

His hand traced a tender path, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear before returning to gently caress her cheek. “I love you too, love.”

He had winced slightly at the repetition of the word in the same sentence, but her soft smile eased his unease, and he watched her confidence reappear. “I know.”

“I hate you too, love.”

“I know.”

With a sigh, he allowed his fingers to travel up her face, their touch gentle as he pushed the loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Get out.”

He did not want her to get hurt because of this. While his mind rationalized it as not wanting to tend to her wounds as he had months ago, his heart simply couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt, let alone gone. “Please.”

“Come with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can! Kaz— you are going to kill yourself.”

He wasn't entirely convinced of that. Despite the messiness of his plan, he had crafted numerous scenarios where only two outcomes guaranteed certain death. He couldn't afford to perish before exacting vengeance upon Ronllins.

“How cute.”

For a moment, he feared he had finally succumbed to madness. The relentless thirst for revenge seemed to manifest as auditory hallucinations of Pekka's voice. Yet, as he glanced into her eyes only to see them fixed on something behind him, he realized the voice was no figment of his imagination.

“Mr. Brekker, a pleasure as always.”

His fingers tightened around her chin once more, forcing her to meet his gaze, which pleaded silently. With a shake of her head, Kaz knew she had no intention of leaving.

“Rollins.”

“And who do we have here? A new dreg?”

With one last defeated glance in her direction, he pivoted to confront Rollins. His men shadowing behind him, armed with an array of weapons, their faces adorned with smirks.

He was confident he had placed enough detonators strategically around the structure. His fingers instinctively traced the cold metal of the gun Jesper had entrusted to him, ready to trigger the devices with a single bullet. The explosions, however, were not intended to harm any of them; their sole purpose was to weaken the structure, creating a brief window of opportunity for him to slip away before the inevitable collapse.

Now, he found himself hesitating to pull the trigger. This was precisely the mistake of proceeding blindly with the plan—it had led to this unforeseen risk, one he had not calculated and, even more troubling, had not found a solution to. He hadn't anticipated Pekka's arrival; he had assumed it would only be a few of his men. Men who wouldn't know when to retreat and would likely perish amidst the rubble and dust.

But, much like his own men, Pekka would be oblivious to the right moment to escape and save himself, which would prematurely end all the suffering Kaz intended to inflict upon him.

And she... She had no idea either. If he pulled the trigger, she would likely end up trapped beneath the collapsing building as well. Which left Kaz with the stark realization that he was fucked.

Of all the meticulously crafted plans, these miscalculations had moved Kaz from Plan A to Plan T— one of the only two plans that meant certain death. Which, despite its initial premise relying on the gun misfiring and failing to detonate the bombs, would yield the same outcome if he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger.

“Kaz.”

Her gentle whisper was the sole anchor that pulled him back from the uncertain future to the stark reality of the present. Meeting her gaze once more, he found reassurance in her nod and the quick glance she cast at the gun he still held. This time, however, it was he who shook his head in refusal.

“Do it.”

“You all will die.”

“No,” she interjected, her voice firm as she shook her head. The strand of hair he had brushed aside moments ago falling back into place by her face with the movement. “Pekka will be out the door as soon as the first explosion goes off.”

“You will die.”

“I’ll follow you.”

Once more, he hesitated, but before any other words could escape his lips, she seized the gun from his grasp. With a single nod of determination, she fired, hitting the bomb that would soon set off the rest in the chain reaction.

The building trembled, sending dust cascading down, dirtying his hair as he observed the Dime Lions exchanging worried glances with one another. And as she had assured, the instant the first explosion reverberated through the air, Rollins began barking orders before hastily making his escape from the scene.

Before long, the building convulsed once more with the force of the second explosion, coinciding with Rollins' men launching their assault. One by one, bodies dropped, their falls drowned out by the deafening cacophony of the bombs.

As the first piece of the roof plummeted to the ground, signaling the urgency to flee, he would have heeded the warning if not for the sight of her collapsing to her knees, clutching her now bleeding arm. Against his instinct to flee, his legs propelled him in the opposite direction, deeper into the building. With swift strides, he sprinted towards the assailant who had shot her and now aimed his gun at her vulnerable form.

A grunt escaped his lips as his body collided with the Dime Lion, successfully tackling him to the ground and forcing the gun out of his reach. As anger consumed him, his punches became swifter and more forceful, each one finding its mark on the rival's face. The only sounds reaching his ears were the cracks of impact and the pained moans escaping the Dime Lion, all else was muffled.

He emitted a surprised sound as someone pulled him away from the unrecognizable face of his rival. Before he could question it, another sizable chunk of concrete crashed down exactly where he had been just moments before.

“We have to go.”

Unlike before, he swiftly rose to his feet and acquiesced to leaving with her, their quick footsteps drowned out by the agonized shouts of the Lions they were leaving behind.

The floor gave way beneath them, pillars collapsed all around, and glass flew in their direction. There had been many close calls, but they still made it out alive.

They continued running until their legs could carry them no further, seeking refuge in a nearby alley. Soon after the entire building collapsed, and the stadwatch sirens began to blare. They waited in tense silence until the stadwatch had passed by, allowing them to finally relax. Leaning against the wall, he eased the weight off his bad leg, taking a moment to try and massage away the pain.

Once they could properly catch their breath, and the pain in his side had subsided, he began to walk back to the slat, only pausing when he realized he didn't hear her quiet footsteps following behind.

As he turned, he found her looking around, trying to discern where to go next without attracting attention. With a sigh, he approached her and asked, "Are you coming?"

They walked in silence until the crooked silhouette of the building he called home came into view. With a deliberate slowness, he opened the door, gesturing for her to enter first, before following closely behind.

Once in his office, he shrugged off his now ruined coat and made his way to the bathroom. Inside, he located the new sewing kit he had recently purchased and retrieved it. He then exited the bathroom and moved to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of rye whiskey.

Drawing closer to her, his eyes keenly observed her movements. When he was near enough, he extended both items to her, watching as the hand that had been covering the wound reached out to accept them. “Rye. My favorite.” A quiet chuckle escaped his lips. “Not for drinking.”

While she tended to herself, he swiftly changed out of his soiled shirt into a clean one, taking the opportunity to dust off his hair and wash his face as best as he could.

He returned to the room to find her comfortably resting in his bed, her eyes closed as she softly hummed a bar song.

He moved to his desk but allowed his gaze to linger on her form for a moment, memories of the many times he had seen her in such a peaceful state flooding his thoughts. He opened one of the drawers and retrieved a stack of papers, carefully searching between them until he found what he had hidden within.

He moved closer to her and sat on the bed beside her. "Here," he said, his hand extending out, offering a gift that had long been intended for her. He observed as she opened her eyes, her gaze traced down his face, following the line of his arm until her eyes settled on the paper folded between his extended fingers.

His eyes focused on her hand as it reached out, carefully taking the paper from his hand, before gently pulling it open. “Kaz-“

Her words were interrupted by a happy sigh leaving her lips as her eyes brimmed with tears. Her thumb gently tracing over the portrait that she had longed for since its mysterious disappearance.

Once her eyes had followed every stoke of paint in the portrait, she gently turned the paper over, revealing a message in the back of it. “My girl and I.”

He could see the pain in her eyes. It was the same one that graced his eyes every time he read her words on the back of the portrait that he had. The pain of knowing what was, but couldn’t continue to be. “How did you get this?”

He had looked for the street artist for a week. He was going to give up, but then he saw him. Sleeping under some stairs, shivering from the cold. He had asked him to recreate the portrait, and had payed a decent amount once the kid had been done.

He had been eager to give it to her as a ‘Sorry I stole the other one but surprise!’ gift of sorts, but he never got the chance. Between jobs and meetings they distanced themselves, and when they were together, they had become explosive. Too tired to do anything, too angry or frustrated to have a conversation.

It had continued to grow for a long time, and slowly they started to hate it. To hate one another.

They broke up before he even got the chance to add a message to the back of the portrait. “I found the artist and asked him to recreate the original.”

“Why?”

“Because I loved you.”

Loved. As the weight of his words settled in, her gentle smile slowly faded. Her eyes drifted away from his, returning to the message inscribed on the back of the portrait. With a tender touch, her thumb traced over each letter, lost in thought. “Why give it to me now?”

“Because I love you.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, brows furrowed as she struggled to comprehend his words. A subtle tremor ran through her hands, and her lips parted, unable to articulate the myriad thoughts racing through her mind. “You-“ Her voice faltered as she started to articulate a response, but she hesitated, searching for the right words, leaving a pregnant pause in the air.

“You love me?”

The blurred line between love and hate only truly revealed itself to him when she entered his life.

The depth of his love became painfully evident when she walked away, leaving him feeling like nothing, yet the frustration remained as he couldn't shake the love that persisted.

Conflicting desires surged within him – the urge to kiss her clashed with the impulse to punch her. He wrestled with wanting to support her while simultaneously desiring her to endure solitude and suffering.

The desire to hear her voice warred with the anger that surged within him every time she addressed him. The yearning to embrace her and the desperate need to keep her at a distance.

How can he love her so passionately but hate her so brutally all at the same time?

“Hopelessly.”

Her eyes softened with a hint of disbelief, and a gentle blush tinted her cheeks as his unexpected response left her momentarily speechless, a subtle warmth spreading through her.

“But you hate me?”

“Dangerously.”

He noticed a spark in her eyes, a subtle sway in her form, and a teasing smile playing on her lips as the satisfaction of his answer radiated through her.

“I hate you too, Kaz Brekker.”

And if her feelings toward him were only filled with hatred, he'd find peace in knowing that at least she felt something for him.

For the first time in years, she flashed him a smile. A genuine smile, a familiar one. One he had seen countless times before, one his heart had desperately yearned for, and in return, he flashed one of his own.

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icarus-star · 6 months

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sub!charlie x male!ghostface!reader??

this came out super nasty. a little knife play, a little degradation, hair pulling, stalking(?), some of ghostfaces iconic lines too. !not proofread!

(ooc charlie, turned him into a giant slut :/)

charlie has always been a big fan of horror films, especially the stab franchise. so once killings that had been suspected to be by another ghostface, he was ecstatic. even to the point of rewatching all 7 in one night. maybe it was odd, but nonetheless, it excited him.

but one night, when he was left home all alone for a weekend, nice and comfortable on his bed, rewatching some of his other favorite horror films. his phone rang. over his phone screen flashed the caller ID, 'unknown'.

curious as to who would be calling him so late at night, he answered. bringing his phone to his ear, he spoke; "hello?" his voice was a little sleepy from how focused he was on the screen in front of him, yet confused due to the unknown caller.

for a moment, you stayed quiet on the other end. your breathing silenced by the mask covering your face. "hello, charlie." you breathed out, your voice obscured by the voice changer inside of your mask. "how's the movie?" you asked, seeing his face contort in confusion. as you had silent been creeping, standing right outside of his bedroom window.

quickly, he looked back at his television screen. "wh- what movie?" he questioned, testing the waters. he had quickly started to suspect that you were the one who had started up the killings again.

"friday the 13th." you soon spoke back, somewhat snarky as you saw charlie worrying ever so slightly. "good choice, charlie." you began to tease, feeling that you had the upper hand with your voice changer and such.

charlie seemed to worry a little more, turning off the television and speaking into the phone. "who are you anyways?" he asked, already knowing all too well who you are and what he wanted. but for some reason, he hadn't put in any thought to the fact that you'd probably kill him.

at that, you stifled a laugh. "ohhh, charlie, you already know the answer to that.." you cooed. "i'm the last person you'll ever see..alive." and like anyone else would, you spat the words cruelly. even though you knew what you truly planned to do to him.

and instead of being scared, charlie felt a pang of excitement go through him. he recognized the line you used, he'd heard it oh so many times in the past from movies. but there was something so..thrilling, about having someone threaten him like that.

he let out a breath, grinning a little. "yeah? you are?" he quipped back, enjoying this situation a little more than anybody should. he felt like he was in one of the movies that he adored so very much.

"where are you anyways?" he asked, knowing you must have been around since you somehow knew what film he had been watching.

"right here." you replied vaguely, still watching his every move from behind his bedroom window. he glanced around the room, trying to spot you out. but even if you were inside of his room, he wouldn't spot you easily. you would blend right in with all of the merchandise and memorabilia of the stab franchise that he'd collected over the years.

he grinned sheepishly, wondering if you were really there. "well, i don't see you anywhere.." he replied, biting his lower lip in slight excitement. but just a moment after asking, his bedroom window began sliding open. his head shot over and watched as your cloaked figure entered his room.

finally, he began to feel some kind of fear chewing at him. he watched as you made your way closer to him, he didn't even move. he didn't know what to think. he felt like he was in one of his favorite movies, but that meant he'd die. before he knew it, your gloved hands were bringing your hooked knife to his throat.

he looked up at you, his big blue eyes filled with fright as he pleaded. "w- wait! wait.. please don't.. don't kill me?" his voice cracking as he stared at your masked face, the mask he'd looked at so many times before.

but with your free hand, you ran your fingers through his hair, as if to sooth him. he was confused. and despite his fear, he started to enjoy this situation again. with the hand in his hair, you tugged a bit, eliciting a little whine from him. you tilted your head to the side, pulling again curiously. another soft whimper erupted from his throat.

you chuckled, the voice modifier still masking how you really sounded. you moved your hand down, pushing your thumb through his pretty plump lips. he quickly caught on, biting down on the cloth glove. you pulled your hand away, leaving the glove hanging out of charlies mouth. you took it, dropping it on the floor and pushing your bare thumb back into his mouth. he swirled his tongue around it, staring up at you.

he let out a soft hum, definitely starting to enjoy this even more. but after a moment, you pulled your thumb away, a string of his spit following. you moved your hands down, underneath your cloak... unbuckling your belt.. unzipping and unbuttoning your jeans.. and pulling them down.

he watched, intrigued. he didn't expect it to go this way, he thought he'd be dead by now. but no, he was hornier than ever. and slowly, you pulled out your hard cock. right in front of charlies face. he looked at it, swallowing back a little anxiously, he'd never done this before.

but before could do a single thing, you gripped at the back of his head and thrusted your dick into his mouth,hitting the back of his throat. he gagged around you, tears pricking at his eyes.

"be a good boy for me, charlie. if you are, i promise not to kill you..~" you hummed softly, still holding your knife against his throat as you began thrusting hard. his big, teary puppy dog eyes stared up at you, his throat making the nastiest sounds of him gagging and whining.

his lips were so pretty around your cock, already covered in drool. but slowly, he got into it. he started bobbing his head as you thrusted. "you're so fucking nasty.. nobody would've ever thought of you to be such a cockslut, would they?" you spoke harshly, pulling at his hair and brushing the blaid of your knife against his throat.

he drooled around your cock, slurping as your precum began to bubble up. at this point, his hot tears started to fall down his face. he looked up at you, so adorable as you abused his poor throat. but he loved it. every second of it.

you felt yourself about to cum soon, your balls tightened and your cock throbbed. shoving charlies face all the way down, absolutely balls deep down his throat. he yelped, gagging more. his face all red and wet from you fucking his face. a second later, you shot your hot ropes of sticky cum into his mouth. he swallowed it all up, except the bit that dribbles down his chin.

and without another word, you pat the top of his head softly, tucked your dick away, and hopped outta his window. :3

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genshin-impact-writings · 2 years

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Hello! Can I ask for fluff 25 for Scaramouche? Thank you. :))

Hey there! <3 I had so much fun writing this (although it took me some time to figure out what to do with this prompt), so I really hope you like what I came up with. I apologize if it's a bit ooc, though.

Prompt: fluff #25 - "I love you"

Where the heart settles – Scaramouche x gn!reader (fluff)

It was already dark outside when he approached your house that night. No light fell through the curtains, making it look like you had already gone to bed but Scaramouche knew better. He knew how you always stayed awake until he arrived, no matter how often he had told you that you were wasting your time and should get some rest instead of sitting in the darkness and waiting for him.

With a quiet sigh, he pushed the dark hood of his cloak back as he approached the front door. Sometimes, he wished he could spend more time with you, maybe even the whole day but he didn’t dare to visit you before it was dark outside and the hustle and bustle of the city had calmed down. It just wasn’t safe for you – after all, he still had more enemies than he could count, especially since he had decided to leave the Fatui behind. He knew that they weren’t the type to forget and forgive. Not after he betrayed them. Not after he stole the Gnosis the Tsaritsa so desperately desired.

He shook his head. Now was not the time to worry about all of this. Now, he should focus on enjoying the few hours he could spend with you. With that thought in mind, he raised his hand to knock on your door – three times, pause, then three times again. Your secret sign.

But Scaramouche couldn’t even finish the first three knocks before you had already flung the door open and thrown your arms around his neck. He stumbled backwards as he tried to keep his balance but not even the thought of tumbling over could stop him from wrapping his arms around your waist, engulfing you in a tight hug.

“Hi,” you greeted him, your voice muffled by the fabric of his cloak, and an unusually soft smile flashed over Scaramouche’s face. “Hi yourself.”

You laughed quietly. “I missed you.”

He had missed you too but he’d rather bite his tongue off than admit that. He just couldn’t bring himself to say these things out loud, no matter how much he wanted to tell you all these cheesy, wonderful things that crossed his mind when he thought about you.

“We should probably head inside,” Scaramouche said instead, carefully pulling away from you. The dim light of a nearby street light was enough to see the sulky expression on your face but soon enough, you were already smiling again and linked arms with him to drag him into your living room – where you promptly bumped into one of the chairs on your dining table because it was too dark to even see your hand in front of your face.

“Ouch,” you mumbled, letting go of his arm. “Wait a second.”

You quickly turned on the small lamp near your sofa before rummaging through the chess of drawers beneath your window. With a triumphant “Aha!”, you turned around again, a bunch of candles in your hand. “That’s cozier, don’t you think?” you asked as you placed them throughout the room, carefully lighting them along the way.

“Sure,” Scaramouche said, although you probably didn’t expect an answer anyways. He shrugged of his cloak and threw it over the backrest of a chair before he made himself comfortable on the sofa. Before he had arrived at your house, he hadn’t even noticed how exhausted he was but now, he felt like he could barely keep his eyes open. Which was nothing but utter nonsense because he actually didn’t need that much rest. A few hours of sleep were usually more than enough to refuel his energy.

“Is there still room for me?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. A tender smile played around the corners of your mouth as you looked at Scaramouche who only replied by opening his arms. His back was resting against one of the armrests of the sofa, so that you could easily snuggle up against him and rest your head on his chest. Once again, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Comfortable?”

You hummed in response. “Very.”

“Good.”

For a while, the two of you stayed like this, quietly indulging in each other’s presence as you dwelled on your thoughts. It felt nice to lie here with you, peaceful, even, and if Scaramouche was being honest, a part of him already dreaded daybreak because it meant he had to leave you again.

It was only then when he realized that your breathing had gotten suspiciously quiet and steady. “Are you falling asleep in my arms?”

“Hmm…”

He couldn’t help but smile at your sleepy response. Sometimes you truly were too cute to handle. “That’s fine. But don’t you think you’d be more comfortable in your own bed? You have a blanket there and tons of pillows.”

“But you’re not there.”

“I’m right here, silly,” he said but the gentle tone of his voice made it sound like a loving nickname instead of an insult. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

It wasn’t hard to tell that you were more than unwilling to pull away from his embrace but once he had promised you to stay by your side the entire night, you trotted into your bedroom without further protests, leaving it to Scaramouche to blow out the candles. When he got to the bedroom, you had already buried yourself under the covers, reaching out for him with tired eyes. “You promised me cuddles.”

“That’s not exactly what I promised you,” Scaramouche objected as he made himself comfortable next to you, “but because it’s you, I’m willing to turn a blind eye.”

It only took you a few moments to snuggle up to him, nuzzling his cheek before you rested your head on his shoulder. “I love you,” you mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.

For a second, Scaramouche froze. It wasn’t the first time that you said these three words to him but he had never said them back. Of course, you were incredibly important to him and he missed you whenever he couldn’t be with you but how could he know if it really was love he was feeling for you? After all, he basically knew nothing about these things.

But today, it was different. Today, it just felt right to hug you a bit tighter, to kiss your forehead and to say, “I love you too.”

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider liking, reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support. <3

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kurooblossom · 1 year

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4:01 am + Lucifer

♡ Pairing: Lucifer x reader

♡ Warnings: established relationship, fluff, gn!reader, pet names (darling, love), not proof read, some ooc-ness

♡ A/N: I was half asleep writing this admittedly. Soft!Lucifer is my kryptonite.

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Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat the first time he found Y/N curled up at the foot of his bed and D.D.D in hand. He had told them to go to sleep without him as his meeting with Lord Diavolo would be running late, and of course, the human had insisted on waiting for him. No matter how much he tried to get them to go ahead, the human refused to rest without knowing the eldest demon was home and safe like the rest of his brothers.

“What am I going to do with you?” Lucifer murmured, biting back the soft smile that threatened to form as he crossed the room.

Tiredly, he removed his heavy cloak and vest, tossing them onto the couch in front of his bed for the time being. Similarly, he did with his shoes before he crawled onto the bed behind the human.

His lips pressed against the human’s temple, frowning slightly at the chilly temperature of their skin. He wrapped his arms around their waist and pulled them in closer to him. The human’s body melted into his embrace, almost as if being in his arms was where they belonged, which was something the demon wouldn’t argue with. Y/N’s back rested against the demon’s chest as he buried his face into their hair. His hand moved from their waist to their exposed arm and began to rub the chilly skin.

“Thank you for waiting for me, love.” He murmured into their hair. “You should’ve, however, at least waited somewhere warmer.”

Lucifer allowed himself to lay there with the human for a few moments before he begrudgingly pulled himself away from them. He got up and finished preparing for bed before returning to the human. Carefully, he slipped his arms underneath the human, lifting them up with ease. Still asleep, the human moaned at the sudden warmth that engulfed them, nuzzling into the demon's chest. Lucifer chuckled, swearing he felt his heart skip a beat once more at their cuteness.

Pulling back the sheets, Lucifer laid the human down and covered them up before circling around the large bed and doing the same. Once more he pulled Y/N closer to him. This time the human nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm lazily around his waist.

“Good night, my darling.” He whispered, pressing a kiss on their forehead.

#lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #lucifer one shot #lucifer fanfic #lucifer fanfiction #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me one shot

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hi! So I realized you may not be comfortable with the request I sent you, which is totally okay and I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable. So if it’s okay, I thought I’d send you a different one! Reader goes to Chishiya, Kuina, or Arisu demanding hugs and/or cuddles.

Have a nice day!

jack of hearts chishiya >>>

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 797

warnings: blood, gunshots, death, canon typical violence

includes: reader gets stabbed by shrapnel, this is an old draft i repurposed for this fic, reader doesn't really demand cuddles but they do happen i promise, maybe slightly ooc chishiya

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i chose chishiya bc i feel like i know his character the best (if that makes sense ?) i hope you like it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

“ah!” you bite your lip, hiding behind a car for cover. you can feel the blood seeping from the wound in your shoulder; staining your clothing. gunshots continue to ring out. you flinch as they get closer, pressing yourself against the metal. you shut your eyes, silently willing the pain to go away.

“y/n!” kuina’s voice is frantic as she shouts for you. hesitantly, you raise your head in her direction. from your position looking over the car’s hood you can see the king of spades passing by. his presence is ominous though you can’t see his face. he’s in all black, hood pulled far over his head to cloak his appearance. his clothes blow along in the wind behind him as he continues walking through the shibuya crossing. he raises his gun, continuing to fire at anything that moves. you wince at the noise before you hide back beneath the safety of the vehicle.

blood is smeared on the white paint of the car you lean against. your teeth digging into your lip draw blood as you force yourself to kneel down and hide. the king of spades effortlessly dodges attacks from the players; giving you an opportunity to run over to where kuina is. she’s quick to pull you behind the car before pushing you to lean back against the hot metal.

“what happened to you?” you wearily blink at the figure in front of you, squinting in an attempt to make out the man in front of you. relief floods through you when you finally register chishiya hovering over your body, pressing his hands against your shoulder. he arranges them around the piece of shrapnel sticking out of your flesh.

“‘shiya,” your voice is breathless.

“don’t talk,” he whispers. you nod, forcing yourself to stay awake.

“kuina?” you lean to look over kuina’s shoulder at who’s calling her. arisu and usagi kneel behind a different car, not far from yours. chishiya pushes down harder, causing you to wince.

time begins to blend together. you can hear tires screech against the ground from nearby. the sound rings in your ears. chishiya forces you to stand, wrapping an arm around your waist. he supports your body weight as you dive behind a stray piece of concrete to shield yourselves from something - an explosion.

you aren’t sure exactly when you lost consciousness. nothing feels real until the throbbing pain in your arm brings you back to reality. the ground you’re laying against feels cold underneath you. something is resting on top of you, protecting you from the night breeze. it smells familiar. like vanilla. like home. chishiya.

you sit up, recognizing his white jacket draped over your body. you put it on, gingerly pulling the edge over your shoulder. you’re in a convenience store. packages for bandages and gauze lay thrown haphazardly on the floor.

“welcome back,” a voice calls. chishiya smiles down at you. he’s changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt. he reaches a hand out, helping you sit up. “i was getting worried.”

despite his seemingly nonchalant demeanor, you can tell he was frantic while tending to your injuries. the smile on his face grows as you throw your arms around him, tackling him into a hug. chishiya wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck. there are a million things you want to say but the words all jumble together in your throat, all desperate to be the first thing out of your mouth. but in this moment, with chishiya finally back in your arms, only one thing comes out. “thank you.”

silence falls over the room for a few minutes until you reach over and take his trembling hand into yours. “cuddle with me?” the words feel juvenile as soon as they leave your tongue but you aren’t given any time to regret them when he immediately nods. you move over, giving him room to sit down beside you. you shift so you’re leaning against his chest, letting his body warmth calm you down.

“of course.” chishiya wraps his arms further around you, keeping you close to him - almost as if he’s afraid to let you go. it’s a welcome change from his usual apathy to touch; despite your insistence that he let you curl up beside him and hold his hand whenever you can.

your eyelids slowly grow heavier with each passing moment. a quiet falls over the room. sunlight seeps through the clear glass doors of the abandoned convenience store you’re laying in. it casts a gentle, golden glow across the room, illuminating everything around you.

you let out a small sigh before shifting even closer to chishiya, letting the familiar sound of his heartbeat lull you back into a peaceful sleep.

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mellowwillowy · 8 months

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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐚

Soft Yan! Gods x GN! Reader

ANGST (Reader died but there's a bit comfort by the ending) Remember, everyone is humanized and depicted in my own view so obviously, they are very OOC. You don't have to understand everyone's origin (like me) to be able to read this.

"𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕?"

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺.”

-Hastur

"Hastur, please, bring me along to Carcosa."

You tugged on his yellow cloak, eyes shimmered in numerous stars of hope that could even outshine the cosmic. The man only pinched his temple, eyebrows furrowed with the same answer repeated.

"No."

“Why? It’s not like I’m there to destroy the whole city! I’m only there to gaze upon its intricate beauty!”

“You are quite the persistent one for someone who knows how to word it out innocently.”

Hastur paid no mind to you and continued his stride to his chamber. You followed behind him like a sheep herded by the shepherd. Still unwilling to give up, you jumped in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

“But Hastur! Why am I not allowed to? The others could so why couldn’t I?”

His patience grew thinner, his eyebrows evident. His hands went to hold you still in place, “Who exactly is anyone?” His hold tightened a bit, but he was careful enough with it to not hurt you, “The sacrificial lambs? Do you want to be one of them too?” His eyes darkened a bit as though the gold had been covered in dust. You whimpered from his tightening grip, you could feel your eyes watering.

“But you can just bring me there without having to turn me into one no?”

“You can’t even maintain your sanity and form around us in this world, let alone in our world, my city! I can even ask you to jump down and die now!”

He wasn’t wrong, an anomaly had happened to you. You were no longer capable of using your immortal form for you were only a mortal out of a sudden. You who were able to live freely without the fear of dying were no longer immune to threats. Purifying yourself to maintain your sanity around the other cosmic creatures was also tough for you, it wasn’t rare for you to suffer from a breakdown when you failed to purify yourself against them.

“… But I want to see where Hastur spends most of his time, I want to see the place you live!”

“And you can’t even stand next to me for a moment without having to purify your internals!” His grip tightened as his voice grew louder. It seemed like he had reached his limit of patience.

“I can! If Cassilda can then why can’t I? Are you scared that I might get all green on her again?”

You tried your best to remain calm and act like how usually do, slipping jokes every now and then. But you could feel your internal organs started to fail to function as you failed to collect your mind to purify yourself against him.

“Cassilda? Is she even still alive? No, is Leviathan still alive inside of you? Are the seven sins even still inside you?!”

“Why does that matter? I just want to visit Carcosa! All you have to do is bring me there!”

“Why,” His grip started to hurt you,” are you,” you whimpered at his strength, “always so persistent of what you want?!”

“I’d… rather.. not die.. in vain.,… hurts..” Your pleas did not reach his ear as he was too clouded by rage.

“Why are you always so insistent?! Always showing your neck to be taken for granted to hell? You are no longer immortal, you are stuck in the body of a mortal, can’t you understand that?! Why are you always so-“

“Hastur, you are hurting me!”

Hastur immediately jolted out from his daze, his hands raised away from your arms, his eyes wide from shock at what he had done. You tried your best to not let any tears slip out of your eyes but the grip hurt you more than you expected.

“Hastur, you idiot!” You ran away from him with both of your legs. Had it been the usual you, you would have levitated and dispersed into the air with the scent of flowers filling everyone’s nostrils. Hastur clenched his fist, his long bottled conscience battling of whether he should chase you and clear everything or not.

It chose to not.

“Woah, baby! Wait, wait, wait, no! You are bawling like a baby!” Yeb caught you before you bumped into him, running blindly as you tried to purify everything inside of you before your whole organs failed to function. Nug’s eyes did not leave you, you could feel it despite your eyes being unable to see anything.

“… crying, what happened?” It was evident that he wasn’t one who was good at managing and understanding emotions, let alone handling someone who was having a breakdown. Your hand went to reach one of the twins, you were not sure who you had your hold on.

“Can you two walk me to my chamber? I feel like half of my head is going to split open..” Your other hand clutched them tightly, while the other clutched your head, you felt like you were about to burst it open to make it feel better. The twins nodded to each other, the whole walk was filled with Yeb's endless chattering, trying to relieve some of your pain with Nug trying to find a shortcut to reach your chamber. The Capital of Life was a cruel place for one who could only walk and not levitate.

Upon reaching your room, you were put to bed immediately, just before they were about to leave, your voice stopped them in their track.

“Please, sing for me…” You tried your best to talk, but you could feel your voice getting hoarser. You didn't want to die without any comfort given to you. You knew your time was up, and you really wished you could finally visit Carcosa.

Nug looked at Yeb, his head shaking a No so hard that Yeb cackled.

“Looks like Nug can’t sing, How about I sing for you instead?”

You did not care who’d sing, you just wanted to hear, to feel accompanied.

“Please, sing me to sleep” Nug sat next to you, his hands holding yours while Yeb sat on the other side of the bed, clearing his throat while wiping the sweats on your forehead, “Of course, dove.”

Your body felt heavy. You couldn’t lift your eyelids no matter how hard you tried to. Limbs? You couldn’t even feel them. Did you perhaps suffer from a false purification? No, it felt too… familiar. You tried to channel your whole mind into your eyes, to lift your eyelids but you could only lift one, your right eye.

“… ceiling..”

You continued to channel it onto your arms and yet only your right arm was connected, with only limited movements. All of these felt too familiar. It almost felt like this was no longer the body you had moments ago, but rather, the body you had aeons ago.

“… Nu..g … Yeb…. Nug… Yeb…” You called out to them, you tried your best to scream but all you could was nothing close to a whisper. You pursed your lip before opening it again, still hopeful for someone to hear and save you….

“Yog… Aza… Nyarl…. Cthulhu… someone…”

You suddenly felt half of your body burning but you couldn’t do anything to ease it down, your head felt like it was bursting open.

“he…lp…”

It didn’t take too long until it was no longer able to feel anything. It felt dead as though it was rotting.

“… Has… tur…”

Your eye did not leave the ceiling above you, “… Chen..”

“Hastur, hand them over”

Your fragment was placed in a glass box, Everyone had tried their best to re-live you but none succeeded. Your body was first found by Nug who sneaked away, worried about your well-being. You were found with your eyes staring into the distance that was limited by the ceiling above you. Unable to see you in that state, he shut your eyelid down.

Times had passed and everyone reached the conclusion that you could no longer be brought back, leaving only a piece of a fragment of you. The fragment was not brimming with light unlike the usual fragments they saw, it was dead and dim.

“… No. I will be bringing them to Carcosa with me”

“No, we will be throwing it into the pit of the Capital, can you not just listen to us?” Cthulhu stepped front, his hand pushed Hastur by his shoulder.

“… No, their last wish was to be in Carcosa, can’t you all respect their wish?”

“Carcosa? Don’t even think about making it their final resting place, you are clearly outnumbered vote-wise.” Yeb spat through his gritted teeth, his fists clenched.

Hastur had enough time to think. Even if he had to make himself an enemy out of the others, he wouldn’t mind that. Nug did not join the others, still in shock with what happened to you. He did not vote for any of the two places as well, all he wished was that you could somehow return by miracle and certainty.

‘Nug, what does Carcosa look like?’

Your voice rang in his head. That was your last question to him. This determined everything, he chose to have you rest in Carcosa. Nug stood and walked toward Hastur.

“Go, now.”

“What?!” Yeb yelled toward his brother. Just before he could do anything, he helped Hastur run away through his own portal.

“Their last wish,” ‘I wonder how the black stars shone like too,’ “was to see Carcosa with their eyes!”

Everything was decided too fast, leaving almost everyone stunned in shock before they could do anything to prevent it.

Hastur walked toward the lake, his hands carrying your fragment as he showed you around.

“And we have arrived at our last destination, the Lake of Hali. Worry not, I won’t let you join the others down there.”

Hastur raised his arms, clasping his hands before letting the fragment fly into the sky.

“You’ll be surrounded by the stars so that you will never feel lonely.”

Hastur eyes were dim until he saw something lighting the dim city.

𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆,

‘Ahahaha! Hastur! Look at the stars! They are so beautiful!’

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔,

‘Ohh! Twin Moons! It’s been a while since I saw a place that has twin moons!’

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔

‘Hastur,’

𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂.

‘Good night.’

Your illuminated figure hugged him before you finally dispersed. For the first time, a white star appeared in the sky.

“I’ll show you my dream.”

--- 𝙻𝚘𝚐 𝙴𝚗𝚍

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:

The last lines are cut of the lyrics from 'Cassilda's Song'.

A Guide to Reoccurring Characters, Hastur was the one under the spotlight here, Nug and Yeb were the supporting characters with Nug showing up more than Yeb (this time), and other Gods were only mentioned briefly.

The 'Good Night' line is inspired by Baby in Yellow's game where Hastur said that in one of the endings, Hastur also said 'I'll show you my dream' in the game and I can't help but write it down!

What is the Capital of Life? Since I only gathered some of the deities, it was kind of awkward for me to make the setting somewhere in the cosmic. I decided to turn them into some sort of 'Guests' and that was also the reason why everyone was getting along because they were not in their respective universes, worlds, and places.

#yandere male #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere works #yandere writing #reader insert #x reader #oc #hastur #nug and yeb #yandere god #hp lovecraft

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herrscherrofyatta · 1 year

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Let you not break my heart again

Tighnari x Reader (one sided), Albedo x Reader

cw: angst, no gender/pronouns are used to describe reader (if there is one I probably missed it during editing!!) reader is described to have medium ish hair along with an earring, cursing, Tighnari is kinda ooc

summary: upon spending a few more days with the rangers, you heard from Collei that Tighnari took Haypasia to Pardis Dhyai so you head over there, not knowing that it would be the last time you'll see Tighnari for a long time.

any errors I'll fix later !!!

A week has passed since Albedo returned to Mondstadt alone while you stayed behind to make sure Collei was well enough to travel due to her sickness acting up again.

You know how to take care of the girl, being with Tighnari when she arrived at your doorstep with Cyno, wearing his long, black cloak, one he used when traveling out of Sumeru.

Today, you sat with Collei outside, smiling at her as she talks to you about the books she was reading when the traveler and Paimon suddenly arrived, clearly out of breath.

You thought nothing of it until Lumine got closer, blood coming from a cut on her arm is what got you alarmed. Standing up, you rushed over to her and she seemed surprised to see you.

"Lumine! What happened? You're hurt, come," you gesture to the chair you were just in, "take a seat while I get a first aid kit for your injuries—" you pause in your words, remembering that you can heal her.

Seems like you said that out of habit, kneeling down in front of her, she looks at you confused until she sees your vision beginning to glow as you close your eyes, remembering your training.

The blonde feels a soft, gentle breeze surrounding her, relaxing her as she noticed a mark on your forehead glowing slightly, becoming more visible the longer you kneeled there, eyes closed.

She feels more relaxed, less exhausted than she was before as she looks down to her arm to see the cut gone, the wind slowly dispersing as you look up at her, smiling, "do you feel better?" You ask and she nods.

Surprised, "you....healed me?" Nodding your head, standing up as she examines her arm, nothing.

"Wow, I didn't know you were a healer, did Albedo show you?" She lets go of her arm, standing up and you shake your head.

"No, it runs in my family but I was kept from expanding my knowledge but Albedo helped me." She can't help but smile how happy you looked, compared to the last time she saw you. You looked different, in a good way, more open knowledge about what was happening around you and the way you just brightened up while speaking.

It seems like her advice was a good for you.

She begins to explain what happened, getting ambushed by some eremites and how she was looking for Tighnari only for him not to be here.

You didn't even know he left for a reason, only now learning that he left with Haypasia, a scholar you knew, to Pardis Dhyai from Collei.

Making sure that Paimon wasn't hurt either, you and Collei watched as the pair left once more to find Tighnari.

"Do you think they'll be alright?" Collei asks you, clearly worried for them as you shrug your shoulders.

"They'll be fine, Lumine knows how to handle herself. Also," you look at the girl, "do you think we can leave anytime soon, if you don't, that's fine I don't want to pressure you."

Collei smiled, "I feel better, Master Tighnari said I should be good to go soon." Returning the smile, you nod, "alright, the moment he says you're good we leave as soon as possible. Luckily the festival in Mondstadt lasts about two or three weeks depending."

You remember Albedo's words, "you'll get to see Amber again and meet some of her friends as well."

—

'Master Tighnari, he's....in love with you.' You look at Collei shocked before looking away.

'Collei, don't say those things. I know you don't want me leaving this place but I—making things up isn't going to change my mind —'

'I'm telling the truth!' She yells, 'Master Tighnari was the reason you left in the first place, he told me himself a week after you left. It took some time he said he was in love with you and he didn't see it until—'

Crossing your arms, you look down, closing your eyes tight, 'you weren't around anymore.'

Standing up from the bed, your back facing her as you grit your teeth, 'it's not fair for him to say that after all this time. After all he's done.'

Collei frowns at this, eyes narrowing down with sadness as she sees how your shoulder trembles, 'he wasn't —' you let out a shaky sigh, 'i was in love with him for the longest time but he threw that all away, he had his chance and yet, now that I—'

Collei stands up, placing a hand on your shoulder, comforting you, 'I can't, not anymore.' She sits you down as you look up at her, her hand on your arm, 'I'm happy where I am now.'

'Then.....tell that to Master Tighnari.' You blink at this, tears blurring your vision, 'and if he doesn't understand, it's your life and you should choose what you want to do.'

The rain soaked your whole body from head to toe as you breathe in and out heavily, hearing the sounds of a fight going on, you hurry into Pardis Dhyai only to find the Fatui fighting Tighnari and another woman.

Luckily, the Fatui hadn't noticed you due to the sudden sounds of lightning so it was easy enough to sneak up on them. Just as you hid behind on one that was closer to you, a yell if your name is heard, alarming the Fatui.

"Y/n! Don't!" Tighnari yells as the Fatui turns to look at you, wasting no time to attack as you dodge their swings aimed at you.

"Behind you!" The woman next to Tighnari yells, luckily her warning helped you block at the electric hammer with the sword you summoned before jumping back, stumbling on your legs as you slid to where your friend stood.

"You lummox! That was dangerous to do!" Tighnari yells as you get back on your feet, wiping the rain drops from your face, although it didn't help at all.

"I was trying to help but you blew my cover." You growl back at him, glaring at him as he does the same. The woman he was with looks over at you, "hey guys, I know you're both mad but we have a fight to finish."

You look away from the fox, getting a better look at her. Immediately recognizing her from the city sometimes.

"Y/n, stay back. We'll deal with this." Tighnari pushes you behind him but you fight back, pushing him back, holding your sword up.

"No way, I can fight—"

"No, you'll get hurt -"

"I can't just stand back and watch, I can help too." Just as Tighnari was about to protest, the tan-skinned woman backs you up, holding her claymore in position.

"They're right, the more help we get the better." You look at her and she smiles at you, sending you a wink before looking back at the Fatui.

As the three of you fought back, one of the fatui enemies snuck up behind you without anyone noticing, raising the hammer over their head and just before it made an impact on the back of your head, a bolt of lightning rushed down.

"Y/n!?" Tighnari yells in panic as you and Fatui with the hammer fall to the floor, this gives the others an opportunity to strike you down but when they get close, lightning hits them, making them cry out in pain.

Just as you think it's over and they'll retreat, another bolt of lightning strikes down and Tighnari lets out a groan of pain, lifting your head, your eyes widened to see him hunched over, body shaking as he struggles to breathe.

"Tighnari!" You scream, scraping your knees while pushing yourself up, rushing over to him as he's still losing in pain as you kneel beside him. Hand hovering his back, "don't, you'll get electrocuted as well." He looks at you with one eye open.

The woman, whose name you don't know yet, watches as the Fatui retreat before walking over to you two, "let's get inside."

Despite Tighnari's warning, you help him, feeling bolts of lightning going through your body but ignoring the pain, wrapping his arm over your shoulder to help him walk over inside.

Lumine and Paimon run out, "what happened!?" Paimon asks as Lumine helps you with Tighnari. Setting him down, he groans, sitting on the floor as you look over to the woman.

"Thank you."

She smiles, "no need to thank me. My name's Dehya." She reaches her hand out to you.

"Y/n, it's nice to meet you." You shake her hand.

"It's nice to meet you too, Cyno talked about a while back, said if we ever get injured we can come to you." You nod, your hand returning to your side.

Lumine and Dehya talk between themselves as you sit down in front of Tighnari, looking over his injured self, "I'll heal you, although the scars wouldn't be healed." You tell him, "look, I get you were trying to protect me but I know how to handle myself. I was taught well by Albedo and the other knights in such a short time, don't worry about me." You frown at him, but he refuses to look at you.

"Give me your hands." You gesture your hands and he finally looks at you, confused all over his face.

"So I can heal you." You plead, waiting for him to give you his hands to hold. His eyes search your eyes but he scoots away from you, making his decision as your face does at this.

"Tighnari, please, let me help you....for once, please."

You beg, "no, I'll be fine."

"Tighnari..." You sigh, standing up, feeling dejected, giving him another look before walking up to Lumine and Dehya.

"Are you hurt anywhere? I can heal you." The two shake their heads.

Dehya looks past you, eyes staring at Tighnari who continues to suffer in pain and puts a hand on her hip, "what about him?" Shaking your head, rubbing your arm as she frowns. "I see, I never expected him to be stubborn, anyways, when the rain and lightning cease, I'll be head back to meet up with Candace. I'll be waiting with everyone else." Lumine nods at this.

You stood there, not really paying attention to their conversation, not noticing Lumine giving you a side glance.

She finds you sitting down away from everyone else, messing with your vision until you notice her. Sitting up straight, you give her a forced smile. "Hey." You greet her.

"Hey, mind if I sit down?"

She smiles when you gesture to the side, sitting down, she sighs, "I wanted to talk about something. It might be related to what happened out there." She begins to explain, "have you ever met someone with short, indigo hair and wearing Inazuman style clothes?"

You think back, "um, there was someone I came across who looked injured, out of it I suppose. Never asked for his name, back then, I practiced cleansing and healing without Tighnari knowing. Ended up healing this guy, he matches the description, why?" You give her a confused look as she connects the puzzle.

She says that the guy you helped turned out to be a Harbinger, number 6th to exact and the lightning raining down outside was caused by him. In a way, he paid what he owned you.

"What's his name?"

"Scaramouche, he's very dangerous."

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Waving goodbye to Lumine, you go back inside, finding Tighnari still hunched over and it began to worry you. Approaching him, you noticed that he was asleep so you quick and quiet began to heal him.

It seems to go well until he opens his eyes upon feeling this soft relief, but to his horror he sees you, with eyes closed and a focused look on your face. Faint marks on your face as you did so, only for him to raise a hand up, pushing you back to the floor.

"What the hell?! You need help!" You yell, the marks still on your face as you glare at him.

"I can patch myself up, don't use that. I already told you the consequences...what happened to him—"

"You don't think I know! We were both there, I know the consequences, Tighnari. I know them god dammit, stop treating me like a child!"

"You don't know any better, this will get you killed, you witnessed it firsthand. I'm trying to make sure it doesn't happen to you too!"

You stand up, "my abilities, I'm getting better at them. For fuck sakes, I healed a Fatui Harbinger months ago and I didn't know jackshit back then, now, with Albedo's help, he helped me unlock things I didn't know I was capable of—"

"Like using your energy and lifespan to cleanse, heal, all that stuff. That's what got him killed."

You turn around, gripping your fists, gritting your teeth, "I just want you to understand, I'm not like him, he had to figure it out all on his own....I have people, friends, who have experience in these things, unlike him. He walked so I could run with this, he lit up the torch and now I have to continue on this. That's what you missed back then, those were his final words, Tighnari. Every single time I fought with you was because that's what he wanted. I'm not someone who needs to be the damsel in distress, I want to make my own path, one that's clearly different from yours."

Glancing over to Haypasia, "....do you want to leave?"

Your eyes cast downwards, your silence was enough for him, "then leave." Your eyes widen at his harsh tone, looking up at him slowly.

"and don't come back." He glares at you.

With each step, your legs felt heavy, finally arriving back to get Collei and leaving immediately for Mondstadt. But your legs give up, as you choke up a sob, tears rolling down your face, gripping your coat and crying quietly.

Sniffing as you remember Tighnari's words, don't ever let me see your face again,' wiping your eyes as you stumble to get up. Arriving at Collei's room, you find her asleep and so you slump down against the wall, burying your face in your knees.

"It wasn't supposed to end like this." You mumble.

The next morning came quickly, spending the whole night sitting there in your misery at the thought of losing your best friend since childhood. Collei seems energetic, jumping up and down to leave while you maintain a good facade towards her, not wanting to ruin her excitement over an argument that didn't include her.

"Did Master Tighnari say I was well enough?" She asks, giving her a smile, you nod but she frowns at the sight of bags under your eyes.

"When we get to Mondstadt, make sure to get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay, come, we shouldn't waste daylight." She says goodbye to the ranger and the two of you begin to walk out, stopping in your tracks, you stand there, quiet.

And without looking back, you continue on, a gentle breeze swaying the coat behind you, a smile plastered on your face while looking down at Collei, taking in her words.

'I'll be fine.'

Tighnari looks down at the pile of photos in front of him, staring at one that caught his attention, one that was taken back in his Akademiya days.

Picking it up, he stares, it was a picture of the h/c haired and him, both wearing their uniform, as usual, he had his uninterested expression on his face while you had a bright smile.

'Thank you....for everything. Goodbye, Tighnari.'

A single tear rolls down his face, the droplet of water straining the picture in his hand, his hand covering his face as his ears flop down.

"What have I done?"

A/n: Well, this series is just done, well Tighnari's story is, now onto Albedo's story, although I don't know when I'll update this story since I'll be waiting for more Albedo content.

Also the one shot I posted for Tighnari's birthday follows up to this so go read that. That's about it, thank you everyone for the support on this series! Until the next update ^^

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 10 months

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Dragonfly [TEASER]

zhongli/f.reader

genre: morax/zhongi, immortal!cursed!reader, miko/shrinemaiden!reader, angst, romance, hurt/comfort(?), slow burn, traveler is NOT y/n, implied xiao/traveler,

warning(s) for the full fic will include!!: mentions of death/repetitive deaths, mentions of war, mentions of past suicides, the suffering of immortality in a mortal body, for the sake of this fic dragonflies are semi-common in teyvat/liyue lol, xiao considers zhongli/reader parental figures, things will definitely not follow canon timelines (probably), Xiao is a frequent/important character, characters may be ooc (im sorry)

w.count: 13.6k (pre-edit)

a/n: this is a small snippet of babies first genshin fic featuring zhongli!! its only about 1.1k words long and appears about 3.5k words into the full story lol. im currently in the process of editing since the full thing is fully written!!

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The dragonfly’s respite did not last. The little critter’s wings began to hum again and soon began to hover off and before Morax could stop his feet, he found himself following it. Not long from where had previously stood, he stopped at seeing where the small insect had flown to in lieu of himself.

The eyes of the archon landed on the first person Morax had seen since entering the temple- although uninvited, presence unknown and undetected. Reaching out a delicate hand with her index finger extended, the dragonfly landed easily on the appendage.

A priestess knelt elegantly in the tall grass, previously inspecting herbs when she heard the familiar buzz of wings. The hakama pants that folded at her legs were neatly pleaded without a crease out of place and her kosode tucked perfectly into the trousers- not a wrinkle to critque. Her hair had been loosing tied back with a red hair ribbon that fluttered in the breeze that kept the tall grass swaying like waves of spring.

The wind picked up when the dragonfly lifted off her fingers and off back towards Morax. It was like the little creature had led him straight to her and now was directing her vision back so they could meet.

It was all thanks to that one, small bug that Morax and first made eye contact with you.

“Oh,” your small voice of surprise- at seeing such an odd looking man in the overgrown, private gardens of the temple- carried on the same wind that the dragonfly danced in. You stood and dusted off your knees, knocking any sticking dirt off your bottoms before standing up properly. You inspected the man in front of you.

Arms dark as dirt with cracks of glowing gold. Clad in a white cloak that split three ways down his waist with a hood pulled over his head. The hair you could see whipping lightly in the wind behind his back was dark in color matching his arms. His boots added a heeled inch of two to his already impressive stature and you could already tell he wasn’t exactly something mortal. It would be ridiculous to think so just at the side of his arms alone, not to mention the air around him seemed so… powerful.

“My apologies, I wasn’t aware we were expecting a guest today,” the courteous smile you sent him made him wonder if you weren’t at least a little apprehensive of his unexpected presence.

“You weren’t made aware because no one aside from yourself is aware of my being here.”

“I see,” you muse. “I hope you are aware that qualifies you as a trespasser.”

“Trespasser?” Morax gapped, losing his composure for a moment. His brows dipped in offense, his pride kicking into his throat through his words. “I am no such being.”

“Ah, but aren’t you? You said yourself, no one knows you’re here. Yet, you end up in the presence of this temple’s Miko. If that does not mean you’re trespassing, what does?” Morax’s eyes hidden under his hair and hood flick from your head to your feet and back up again. You were the head shrine maiden of the temple? You seemed so young and yet you held such an important position? It planted a pebble of doubt in him.

Then again, if he focused on you properly, he could barely see a small circular arua around your frame. It was like a barrier was placed around you, one protected you from the outside and anything that could taint you. Honing your spiritual power like that so young, he almost tutted in impressiveness if you hadn’t challenged his very being moments ago.

Still, Miko or not, he still outranked you. Crossing his arms over his chest, his golden-lined arms pulsed with a soft light.

“With such skills you claim, are you still so unaware when a God stands before you? A pity.”

“On the contrary,” you smile to him and his brow twitches at your nonchalance. “I’m being quite respectful if you want my opinion. If you were simply a noble who lives among the palace homes, I would’ve quickly dealt with you since only a select few from outside our open walls who are allowed entry into the temple. Much less this garden which is private to my attendance only.”

“Are you implying you could force me away at any moment should you please?” His voice grew tight in challenge. His sense of traquilty from before discovering you was dimming and the frigid air of his battle sense were returning even as the wind continued to caress you both.

“I assure you I would do no such thing. I’m simply proving that even in the presence of a God, I will not yield since I do not even know which is in front of me. Not to mention, this is land has no God to speak of or for.”

Oh.

Morax felt something stir in his chest at the teasing tilt in your voice that spilled over your lips that curled into a smile. Your eyes were so clean and clear, it was like staring into crystals and he had the urge to create a new form of geo just to replicate them. The feeling was foreign to him, but it shocked him greatly when he realized it wasn’t unwelcome stir.

He finally dropped his crossed arms and began to decrease the distance between you both. Morax came to stand in front of you so he could get an even better look at your features. As such, you could now look easily under his hood as he stood above you. His eyes seemed to glow a lovely shade of amber that complemented his glowing, golden skin and dark hair.

“Address me as, Morax,” he instructed. Your taunting smile turned soft and wide as your eyes closed in the most pleased expression he had seen in years. His amber eyes widened at the innocence and the small bells of laughter that left your throat towards him shook his unshaking core.

“That’s much better,” you said obviously now pleased. “I’m, y/n. It’s an honor to meet you, Morax.”

It was his name rolling off your tongue- spreading into the wind that had blown harshly for but a moment- that sent an earthquake that started at his chest and spread through his whole body. It was the sound of his own death sentence and he was once again shocked at how he easily accepted that he would definitely be back to this temple. Be back to this garden of overgrown grass and floral. Morax would definitely be back to you.

a/n: thoughts? opinions? pls im so anxious i could throw up over this LOL

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ryleigh130 · 3 months

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Okay, I wanna request something sweet and lighthearted since there has been angst in all of them so far 😭

So here is it: ghost with a young reader who's new to the team and cleary looks up to him a lot. Like, starryeyed expression when he kills someone in a "badass way", tries to do things the way he does, is quick to question other people but when he tells them something it's just "got it" and takes it for a fact, follows all his orders immediately, etc

They basically act like a kid around their idol, idk XD platonic of course

Little Duckling - - ryleigh130

Characters- ghost, mentioned: cap. price, gaz, and soap

Word Count: 1k

Relationships- platonic!ghost & gn! reader

Warnings- profanity, pet names, 3rd person pov, usage of c/n [code name/call sign]

Note- Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it! Prob a little OOC but I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also I HATE the ending so we can just ignore that but I literally had no clue how to end it.

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The Task Force 141 operated in the shadows, a clandestine unit of elite soldiers executing covert missions with lethal precision. Among them was you, [c/n]. You’re the newcomer to the team with a solid reputation after graduating top of your class for your stealth and deadly accuracy. But, with being the newbie on the team it left you feeling lost and little loney. The team made sure you felt welcomed but even so, you still felt out of place in the big leagues with some soldiers being almost twice your age. You yearned for a connection, a friend, someone who you could share your woes with, a soul in the unforgiving world of warfare.

You had joined the task force with a singular purpose - to prove yourself. You had trained relentlessly, honing your skills to perfection, but the weight of expectation bore heavily on your shoulders. Surrounded by seasoned veterans, each with their own tales of heroism and glory, you felt like a mere shadow in comparison.

But amidst the sea of faces, there was one who stood out - Ghost, the enigmatic figure cloaked in mystery and intrigue. From the moment you set foot in the base, you were captivated by him, drawn to his aura of quiet strength and unwavering resolve. Where others would turn away, you would draw nearer. You couldn’t explain it but to you, Ghost radiated safety and comfort so, you started to seek him out. You began to think of Ghost as more than just a teammate; he was a mentor, a brother almost, a guiding light in the darkness of uncertainty.

Despite your initial standoffish demeanor towards the rest of the team, you found yourself gravitating towards Ghost, seeking his attention like a moth to a flame. You watched him with a mixture of awe and admiration, hanging onto his every word with rapt attention. To you, Ghost was the epitome of everything you aspired to be - skilled, fearless, and utterly unyielding in the face of danger.

It wasn't long before your admiration for Ghost became apparent to the rest of the team. You would often be seen hovering at Ghost's side, offering to assist him with tasks or simply basking in his presence. The others found it amusing, the way you looked up to Ghost with such reverence, they often teased you about it on the strange occasions you weren’t seen with him.

“Well, well, well, look who it is, the little shadow” Gaz would tease with Soap right behind him,

“Where’s Ghost today? You’re usually so far up his ass we barely ever see you!” You responded to these comments with a simple eye roll and a classy middle finger, to which they would reply by laughing. Captain Price would even sometimes make little comment on your infatuation with the lieutenant,

“There’s the little duckling, is Ghost near I’ve been looking for him?”

Ghost, for his part, was initially taken aback by your adoration. Used to operating in the shadows, he was unaccustomed to being the object of someone's admiration. But there was something genuine about your reverence that touched him, a purity of spirit that he couldn't help but admire.

Over time, Ghost began to warm to you, offering guidance and encouragement whenever you sought it and occasionally referring to you as “duckling” in a somewhat affectionate manner. He saw potential in you, a spark of brilliance that only needed to be nurtured to flourish. And so, he took you under his wing, teaching you the tricks of the trade and imparting his wisdom with a patience born of experience.

Your bond deepened with each passing mission, forged in the crucible of conflict and tempered by the fires of adversity. You looked to Ghost not just as a mentor, but as a confidant, a trusted ally in a world fraught with uncertainty. And Ghost, in turn, found solace in your unwavering loyalty, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded them. You both might not have noticed, but you have each helped heal something inside both of you. Together you work each day to heal the past inside both of you and overcome the challenges the day presents you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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Warmth In the Cold

Big Brother Ithaqua brainrot? Big Brother Ithaqua brainrot. Also feeding my age regression but we don't talk about that-

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of fire + blizzards, Mentions and descriptions of hypothermia, Reader almost fucking dies-

Story type: Angstish, Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Ithaqua - "Nightwatch" & YoungerSibling!Reader

(possible ooc due to the hunter not even being released in game yet, I got bored in the middle of writing this 😭)

Harsh winds blew through the Plateau of Lang, seemingly making a hissing noise as it cut through the sky with strong force. Pure white snow that you once played in now became the burial place of many poor souls who didn't know how to travel the storms your family was all to common with. You shivered, small trembling hands clutching around a blanket. Your bedroom cloaked in darkness with the only light coming through the bottom of the door of your bedroom, with the candles in the lanterns lighting up the hallway outside slowly burning away. You could see your breath materialize into cold huffs of air Infront of you, you knew you were going to freeze, living here in the mountains this long along with the lessons from your mother and brother you knew, but there was nothing you could do. Your legs were to weak to stand up for long without collapsing on you, you knew how to light a fire and if you could would re-light the fireplace in your room but were to weak. All you could do was sit there and shiver and hope, hope that maybe you'd somehow survive, hope your mother and brother would get back from watching the night, hope everything could be okay. You didn't know what time it was and what time your mother and brother would get back from their nightwatch duties, the beautiful shinning moon giving slight light to your freezing bedroom. You stared at it mindlessly, your brain doing anything it could to distract you from the cold numbing pain it was experiencing. So mindless infact you didn't hear the sound of the door to the small quaint cabin you live in open and the sound of footsteps towards you bedroom door. The door slowly creaked open as a figure popped their head into the room, their eyes trying to make out things in the darkness. "You're still awake? Why are you up? You know mom will be upset that you aren't going to bed at your bedtime." A familiar voice said as the person approached you, holding a lantern as they took off their hood revealing their face too you. It was your brother, Ithaqua. As soon as he put his warm hand on your shoulder his eyes widened in panic as he realized you were freezing. "Oh shi-, stay here okay?!" Ithaqua quickly rushed out of the room to grab some extra firewood and grabbing matches to light up all the candles in your room. In what seemed like seconds your room was lit up in light once again and you had been picked up and moved closer to the fireplace by your older brother. You felt a heavy but warm and fluffy piece of cloth wrap around your shoulders and chest, Ithaqua prioritizing your safety took off his coat he'd usually nightwatch in these cold mountains in and wrapped it around you. Wiping off any snow that remained on the coat as he hugged you from behind. You took a deep breath as your body started feeling like normal again, your blood flow slowly starting to return to normal. "What happened Y/n? You're usually so careful when it comes to taking care of fires. Thank the gods I got here in time..." Ithaqua muttered his hands running through your hair, combing it in attempts of both calming himself and you down. "I-I don't know, I probably fell asleep in the middle of managing it.. I'm sorry." Ithaqua patted your head and made a shushing noise. "It's okay don't apologize, it's not your fault. Be more careful in the future okay? I don't know what me or mom would do if we lost you.." You nodded and leaned more into the taller man behind you mumbling a "okay" back to him. "Are you still cold? If you want I can make you some warm milk." You shook your head leaning into him more as he smiled. "Okay, don't worry. I'm not leaving you. Not until the ends of the earth."

The plateau of Lang is many poor souls resting places due to the cold and the blizzards, almost everyday it takes a life. That's why the nightwatch job your mother and brother do is so important, it's believed death is the will of the gods, and defying death could be defying the gods. But for tonight, another soul the gods tried to take was spared by the benevolence of the nightwatchers.

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sillyromance · 5 months

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Good day everyone!

As I said I don't know everything about Star Wars. But I did some research about my favourite character - and I just had to write about it. So, this story is absolutely imaginary - and it is quite different from the original movies.

However, I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: long writing, OOC, angst, father/son conflict, hurt/comfort; Pred!Darth Vader/Prey!Reader. Also, some of the words(youth and maid) have their old meaning: youth - young man, maid - young woman.

Light in the dark

Luke was sitting on the specular floor of an empty hall - in front of a large ship's window; stars sparkling like specks of diamond dust were thrown all around the black fabric of cosmic sky. Pinkish and blue smoke of nebulas sent pastel-colour flashes over its dark deepness, staying frozen and cold, as if they were just somewhat alien flowers on photographs from a biology book. Watching their foggy petals peacefully blooming behind the thick glass young Jedi felt strange pain eating his insides, his heart annoyingly numbing. The boy's eyes was searchingly scanning the universe as if there was something very important lost among white dots of foreign planet systems.

Suddenly, discernment of his senses escalated. The boy mentally felt someone's presence long before his ears signaled about heavy mechanical footsteps far away in the corridors. It was easy to recognise this fast, determined pace; Luke instantly recalled the wind created by a long black cloak wavering in the air - and saw the lines of an ugly mask covering no less ugly face...

Darth Vader entered the room after five minutes or so. It was undeniable that he knew - his visit wasn't unnoticed, although his son didn't even turn to him, still keeping their pretty young eyes on the galaxies swirling before them. Luke Skywalker would never submit to him or Palpatine. Exactly as he always predicted. Anakin inside the cyborg's dying body was proud like any good father would be. The worst part was that the boy who considered himself cursed with his parent didn't even know how great Vader had to struggle to keep his own suffering in secret. Vader was seen only like a traitor and a terrorising danger for any living being...

But there was too much hidden away. And even his son couldn't know all the truth because he would try to force him to Jedis' side - the twist Vader couldn't afford to make for he had lost faith into any faction. It was better to let things be as they were. Anakin was too old to start from the beginning...

The figure approached Luke, now holding back its rush - and stood still when there was ten steps between them. The Jedi was grateful for his "dad" didn't dare to close the distance - the young man would hate this person to be near him. Not after everything that abomination did. Not after what he did to Padme...

Although... It would be bad to push Vader away too. After all, he was trying. It was impossible to stay unaware about Darth's attempts to do anything to provide his offspring with all the youth needed. Sometimes, Luke thought about it while lying in his bedroom. He felt pity for the man - if it was still a man - especially because the boy remembered why Anakin became what he became.

But... Was it Anakin?..

Silence was interrupted by muffed sound of breathing coming from the mask and creaking of leather gloves.

- Is there something bothering you, son?

Rich, husky voice filled Skywalker Jr's head. He heard calmness and care in its boomy tone which, however, made him only raise his shoulders up, protecting himself from that love he didn't seek at all.

- That's nothing to worry about.

Vader exhaled louder than usually.

- I can sense it even if you lie to me - what you have managed to improve a lot since you're here, Luke... - He paused; sound of his breathing started getting on the youth's nerves. - Please... Tell me. I need to know.

The boy grunted. He finally looked at his father, his gaze mean and defiant as Luke examined every inch of the thick cobalt armour.

"Interesting... How much does it hurt to wear this horrifying suit every day?.. I hope it's enough to never forget how his wife died... And others too..."

- There is no use. You won't be able to understand...

- It's not your problem. I just need it.

Young man stared at the colorful lamps blinking chaotically on the Darth Vader's costume. Anakin could recognise a conflict rising behind the facade of an unnaturally still, neutral expression his son put on. This made his corrupted heart itch with faint, sweet pain; at least, there was already a small victory - the boy didn't say no right away second time.

Finally, Luke spoke again, his face softening.

- Come here.

Dark commander obeyed. Now the Jedi could see only countless belts on his high boots and a piece of the cloak. The cloth smelled like... Death: blood, fire, ash, sweat and other unpleasant signs of war...

Did he even try to wash this nasty stink off for once?..

- Do you promise to keep your judgement for yourself if I do?

Although Luke didn't lift his head up, he was sure Vader gave him a look.

- ...Whatever you wish for.

- Good.

The boy turned to the window again; at that moment there was an explosion of acid-green snakes pointing their greedy maws in all directions. Their blind, blunt muzzles looked funnily pathetic.

- Just before you took me as your personal prisoner... - Luke started, making a visible accent on two last words. - The faction was joined by a very young girl. She was even younger than me. There were not so many warriors to find at least one who could properly teach her to fight - I don't say that she wasn't familiar with a saber at all. Regardless... Her technique was terrible. I took her as a student, but... She is now alone due to I'm, her master, is here. And I'm worried she can get into trouble with some of yours...

Vader felt a pang of guilt knocking into his soul when he received the shot addressed to him. His son's cruelty hit him hard no matter the time or place - and he knew he deserved it. However, every punch in the guts made him feel deeply betrayed. Anger arose inside, and Anakin clenched his fist, preparing himself for a fight...

He watched as the boy did the same. Naturally, his gaze fell on the Luke's wrist and... He slowly eased the grip. A thin line separating human flesh and a prosthesis shone with soft silver light, reminding of their previous collision in all details...

Vader didn't want to go through that once more.

- At first, you're not a prisoner here. - He hissed, stepping away; the boy could catch genuine sorrow even through the noise of the modulator. - And next... I'm sorry to hear your sympathies are still with Jedies. I don't blame you, though. The time will come.

Unsatisfactory and resentment which had been constantly growing through these past month instantly burst out of the child in a desperate cry:

- Don't you see!? IT WILL NEVER COME!!! - Luke jumped on his feet, backing out of the black man. - You... Murderer...

His mind was blurred by immeasurable fury which hindered him to feel change in his father's emotional state. Vader stood, crooked, firmly grinding his teeth and invisibly clenching his chest as if someone cut him open. But very soon, he straightened up.

- Very well, Luke... Very well...

Darth Vader turned on his heels and headed to the door, but as he had to go through the gap, something made the commander to wait.

- Do you love her? That girl?

The question hanged in tensed atmosphere of the space. Luke leisurely wiped saliva flew out of his mouth when he shouted, and sniffed, a weak smile forming on his lips. Now he looked unbelievably similar to his father in the latter's young years.

- No. We are just friends... Well... Good friends. I love her like I love Leia.

Anakin nodded. Avoiding his son's intent gaze, Vader walked out; and while passing through the deem halls of the ship, he was once again turning into alive representation of horror which gloved hands grabbed the universe by its throat...

Changing skin, he bled.

........

Y/N didn't expect to meet him in such a short time, especially after she lost her mentor. But there he was; Darth Vader himself stood a few metres away from her, holding his red light saber. She couldn't help but flinched at his enormous height and brawny body. Personally, she was the shortest even among her allies many of whom didn't stand out by an impressive body complexion - the little Jedi was like nothing more but a doll comparing to him...

As for her comrades: two of them weren't so far from here. But, surely, they couldn't handle this ruthless beast even if they all would work together. Dark commander was way too strong. So, she sent them a message to run. Y/N wasn't sure they would follow her instructions... But at least, they had a chance to escape during these few minutes she could buy them before Vader would kill her.

At the meantime, guided by childish curiosity, she studied the one she was told so many blood-curdling stories about. Inky cloak covering wide, thick shoulders; solid torso with a big panel set on it - bright lights twinkling in the orange fog; long gloves, boots... The part of him which intimidated her the most was his visors. She was used to look her opponents directly in the eyes, but this icy, stable gaze was so inhuman that the Jedi could hardly bear it.

- I feel your fear... - Her heart sank as she heard him for the first time, the girl being hypnotized by that low, gravelly baritone. - Why opposing me just by yourself? Or are your friends such cowards that they won't help you defeat me?..

He took one step forward; she activated her own sword and struck a defensive pose.

At that moment, they both were taken off guard by a roar of a space shuttle's engines. Y/N sighed in relief; the ship took off and quickly disappeared in the night sky, heading to the base where her friends would be safe... And leaving her behind.

"Well, even if it's not me, I'm happy. They will survive..."

- Sneaky, brave fool... - Shaking violently, she turned to her enemy once more. He didn't move, but something inside her told Y/N that he was ready for a leap. - What a shame. You made a fatal mistake, sending them away. Such inexperienced and young girl like you is no match for me, don't you understand?..

- Perhaps. - She responded, carefully watching Vader and preparing for his attack. - At least, I'll do what I can. And if I die, so be it. My teacher once said that there was no better death than a death for a right thing.

The cyborg tittled his head on a side like a dog listening to its owner. The girl would giggle if her existence wasn't on the table at that very minute.

- Who told you that?

Y/N bit her lip, not being certain if it was OK to reveal the name. After a proper consideration, she found there was nothing left to lose for her anyway...

The Jedi cleared her throat; the tongue felt dry and hot as she spoke, her angelic voice being slightly brittel.

- Luke Skywalker.

If there was a witness - an average person who had never heard of war and the force - they would notice nothing. Vader simply kept his position, his awful mask turned to the girl. However, the latter sensed much. And the main thing was that Vader... Knew her.

The Jedi recognised chills wandering over her entire body. She couldn't remember what she managed to do to provoke someone so powerful to trail her. Despite this, Y/N seemed to be guilty for somewhat crime that made the plague of the universe, Lord Darth Vader memorise a little maid who hadn't seriously harmed anyone yet in her entire life...

- I see... - He finally sighed. The girl wasn't sure, but she thought she could hear regret in his quiet, rumbling voice. - That is a great warrior of your kind...

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to lay the cape on them in a more comfortable position.

- Then, let's see if your master has given you anything more than just some inspirational quotes...

Y/N gasped; she was deadly close to missing the second he jumped forward. Luckily, she awakened just in time and instead of the girl's flat chest Vader's saber met the blue laser light.

They fought almost in ringing silence; her accidental squelches and his scarry, sick breath were the only sounds ruining it. She immediately saw that she wouldn't last long with the pace her enemy had chosen; his harsh, but accurate movements were very difficult to block. Y/N didn't even try to switch her tactics to offensive one since she didn't possess enough time to reply on his endless thrusts. The Jedi spinned like a peg-top in attempts to stay alive a bit longer; fortunately, that time her diminutiveness played along with her interests. Although, neither small size, nor dexterity could protect her from small cuts Vader gifted her with here and there from time to time.

At last, the maid was able to give herself space to swallow some fresh air. She got exhausted; her arms refused to serve her any longer as well as legs. Y/N had to strain all the will she owned to stay straight. The man, however, was literally tireless - while Y/N was ready to collapse right at the stones of the square where they spared, the half-metal abomination she stood against looked like he did just before the battle. He, unbothered by her maneuver, vigorously decreased the space between them, distinctly showing that he was about to finish the annoying little fly disturbing him from much more important businesses.

That was it. Pushed to the edge, the girl threw all her cautiousness away and ran towards him, using her last opportunity; unpredictable behaviour and pure desperation. Their blades crossed again with electrical buzzing, spreading sparks all around the place; the warriors got as close as two people who sincerely hate each other could be. Y/N courageously stared right in the shallow spheres of Vader's visors, sweating as her tiny palms sored, holding a heavy saber and a weight of an adult man pushing on it with all his might.

- It's over, Jedi. - He said silently.

Before Y/N could do anything he sharply kicked her knee; the girl being paralysed by the abrupt pain weakened the grip and lost her weapon, falling right to the Vader's feet.

He was correct. It was over.

She expected him to cut off her head immediately. Instead, the man rose his hand and Y/N detected the force washing around her limbs and neck. It soon became hard to breathe. Struggling in the stealthy net of unconditional power, she granted her adversary one last look. His fuzzy, pitch black silhouette and a round slice of the moon in a vail of ochre evaporations on the background created the last image which popped out into her suffocating mind as the dizziness led her to unconsciousness...

.......

When Y/N came to her senses, there first things she found were humidity and darkness; the latter was so deep that it took time for the girl to understand that she wasn't asleep anymore. Then the Jedi sighted that she was in a tube. Slippery and soft material had been periodically tightening around her and dragging her being somewhere down into the endless abyss. There was warm; although the girl got constantly squeezed from head to toe, she didn't feel bad about it. Actually, it reminded her of a hearty hug which her mother gave her when Y/N was standing at the doorstep of their home, ready to go for her destiny. This memory brought a smile across the maid's pretty face.

She was alive. It was undiscussable like the fact that sand in her lands was yellow. However, even God wouldn't be able to say why Darth Vader let her live. Also it was a mystery where the girl really was and why she was travelling downwards....

The tugs pulling her further and further into obscurity were accompanied by wet, short sounds which were surprisingly similar to... swallowing. It appeared like an unknown large creature devoured her whole, although such idea seemed too crazy to be the truth. Nevertheless, there were no other options. Y/N's mind was still drowsy which prevented the Jedi from panicking. Moreover - if the hypothesis was right, then she could do nothing; the tense grip of the fleshy tube and its slick surface didn't give her any chance to struggle successfully.

However, the fall didn't last long: quite soon Y/N was pushed into a bigger room which was still dark but much cozier. Some kind of liquid splashed underneath the girl as she arrived, though it didn't bother her much due to her clothes and hair had already been soaked with viscous slime in and out. The walls churned gently against her skin, massaging her stiffed muscles; faint gurgling and rhythmic "thump-thump" sound vibrating all around proved that the girl had sent her thoughts in a right direction.

Y/N pawed her waist but... predictably, she found nothing. The saber was gone, lost... it ment that if the whoever had eaten her didn't let the Jedi out by themselves, she wouldn't be released at all. A new wave of fear fulfilled her soul; she clearly imagined the process of slow, racking digestion preparing endless hours of agony for her to experience. The little Jedi curled into a ball, trembling; that's not what she thought her meaning for the world would be.

- Are you awake, Jedi? Good. I missed your company.

The words resonated in every cell of her velvet cage. Her eyes widened as the girl recognised the speaker.

- Can't be... How... - She mumbled sheepishly in confusion, looking around the stomach with so puzzled face expression as if she didn't do that a minute ago.

- Shrinking shouldn't have done you any damage.

Her heart skipped a beat.

- Are you... Still scared?

Of course, he read her emotions as if she was just an open book... No one could resist Darth Vader's force for long. It was pointless to hide or play with him. So, Y/N didn't: she laid back on the bouncy floor, letting its receptors explore her body, and lowered her eyelids.

- I am.

She thought he would laugh at her honesty, but it seemed that day Vader was up to break all her expectations: the man stayed mute. His quiet pulse and breath - here it sounded a little bit different than from the outside: it seemed as if Vader had to lift a rock with every inhale he did - were calm and somehow reassuring.

- Can I ask you something, your majesty?

Vader only hummed in response, giving her a permission to go on, though he knew the question long ago.

- Why?

She couldn't see it, but Anakin smiled. His helmet was still off; his eyes sored, burning like they were immersed in acid, and lungs scarcely contracted; however, his small internal guest's naive tone extremely amused him. He wasn't surprised his son adored this little maid.

- You haven't been involved in anything that would mean danger to me personally; and you're a too feeble to influence the situation in general. There is no worthy reason I should seek for your death.

- But...

- Just relax. I'm not going to harm you. What's done... It's done for your own good.

The adrenaline began to wear off. Y/N, slightly shivering as her nerves was settling down, instinctively snuggled more into the pillowy wrinkles of the organ which caused some mild-mannered growls. Tears of relief formed in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't believe Darth Vader talked to her like that; from what she knew about the dark commander, such kindness was basically impossible in his case...

Meanwhile, she felt as one of the walls leaned to her side, the muscles rubbing gently against her skin.

- There we go... It's OK. Of course, you were scared. But it's OK. Now, there is no threat to you...

His hand was pressed against the spot where the Sith could sense her presence. He had to put the mask on its place - Anakin couldn't longer endure the choking feeling growing in his chest with every new breath he took - and, after setting up some filters, watched as grey twilights were giving birth to the beautiful, lucid dawn. He heard his tiny prisoner's crying, but the comfort he provided her with seemed to work; after some time, the Jedi calmed down. Continuing to stroke his middle with the force - unfortunately, pleasures of non-verbal contact was lost for him decades ago - and making sure the girl felt it, he said:

- To be fair, I'm impressed. You held on much longer than I supposed you would... Luke did teach you something, after all...

Y/N being lulled by the lights touch and the man's mesmerising voice was almost asleep when these commentaries reached her ears. In order to that, she thought little while responding. Yawning, she mumbled, gently kneading alive "matras" beneath:

- With all do respect... I... I won't betray Jedies...

This was the last sentence coming out of her mouth before she started snoring peacefully, being completely drawn out of energy.

Vader chuckled.

"I would never doubt it, my brave little foe".

............

Luke Skywalker was in his quarters when he was reported that his father had just returned from a mission. The boy patiently waited before the soldier would come out and then - fell on his bed, hiding the face in cushions. Such moments were the worst part of his staying with Siths because he knew what kind of "missions" his father participated in. Gallons of his comrades' blood smeared Vader's hands. If all the people Vader killed would turn into ghosts, the ship would get crowded with them like a market square.

However, he had to greet Anakin in the main hall - that ritual was mandatory.

So, the boy obliged himself to stand up.

He was preparing himself for the meeting when, suddenly, he heard a quiet, but firm knock. The force was too difficult to recognise.

- Come in...

Not a man - a shadow slipped in the room and freezed in the centre. Despite strange look of the visitor, Luke seemed to cheered up by their arrival.

- My dear friend... - He gave the shadow a good pat.

But they had to be cautious. The Jedi walked to the gap his pal went through - and peeped outside, making sure no one had been following the intruder. Then he locked the door.

One of the few things Luke was grateful to his father for was lack of video-cameras in the boy's part of the space ship. Although, the were regular spies watching every his step, but even the most skilled spy can be deceived... And so, Luke had this unspoken opportunity. Undeniably, all the responsibility was on him only; nevertheless, he was ready to take the risk.

In order to that, he was always aware of what his allies were up to.

The shadow man respectfully bowed to the Jedi and leaned to the latter's ear, whispering inaudibly. Luke's face went sober.

- Are you sure?

The guest confirmed.

- Crap... - Skywalker Jr. slammed his palm with a fist. His lips turned white. - ... Did anyone...?

After receiving a negative gesture, the Jedi's pale sheeks got poured with blush.

- Blessing to the Gods...

Luke's face got even happier as he caught the last phrase said by his signalman.

- Oh, my dear... You have no idea what great news you have brought today!.. The lose of the planet is undoubtedly critical - I'm mourning with all our brothers and sisters about the lives which costed to protect it for so long... But... But she, my beloved pupil is found!.. Thank you very much for your assistance - I promise, I won't ever forget how hard you have always served us...

The shadow bowed again, that time a little lower. Then a long, thin, bare-boned arm appeared from under the folds of the cloak and pointed on the boy's wrist where the watches could be seen. Luke swatted his forehead in frustration.

- Damn... I'm almost late! Sorry, my friend - I definitely have do go before my every day nightmare suspected anything... You can't stay as well - let me uncover the way... Come on, come on...

The youth rushed to one of the walls and opened a tiny shield concealing some secret buttons only he and his father knew about. The sensors was set up to react solely to Luke's touch - one more reason for the boy to continue normal relationships with his dad - that way, no one could activate the mechanism unless a person had a piece of Skywalker's hand. The Jedi harshly dialed the password and one of the walls parted on two, revealing a narrow corridor illuminated with red lamps on the seiling.

- Get in! Fast!..

The shadow didn't make Luke ask twice - the visitor sank in with no extra hesitation, getting lost in a trice, consumed by the surroundings. Luke didn't have time to guide him; overall, his friend knew where that way led and what to do once they were out. Being sure the guest would leave the ship without a single trouble, the boy finished his outfit and went out, heading for the main dec.

Darth Vader had been already waiting for him there.

- Good day, father. Well? How did it go? Can I congratulate you with a new victory? - He shouted with a smile which was half sincere... But only for a half.

- You can. - The Lord's tone sounded kinda apathetic as if he was speaking about nothing important. - Many thanks, Luke. Did anything happen while I was away?

- Not really... - The boy said, scratching his head. - Well, two soldiers tried to destroy each other for some reason. I haven't digged in this much. Both are in jail now...

Luke could swear Anakin rolled his eyes behind the mask.

- I see. Tell the tribunal officer I'll deal with them later... There is still work to do...

- Sure thing.

The task was complete; the youth granted his father a sweet grin (a little too sweet to be honest). The dark commander was about to go, but something made him to change his mind.

- But first of all... Go after me.

A storm was coming. Skywalker Jr. subconsciously got into the battle mode. The duo crossed the hall and took a direction to the Luke's apartments. While on the way, the boy was preying to all the saints he knew.

"How could father be possibly aware? Counting on my watches, the envoy should have been already departed. I really hope he hasn't been captured... Though, my private passage doesn't connect to any of the official ones... The landing pod also belongs just to me...

What do I miss?.."

By the time he ended up his inner monologue, he and Anakin had reached their destination. Once at the place, Vader continued.

- I think I have something to hand over...

Feeling coolness expanding in his chest, the youth watched louringly as his father put a hand in a pocket and then pulled it out, having something squeezed inside.

- They wanted me to give it right in your hands...

Luke's world fell apart like a glass ball when he took a small golden medallion representing an artistically forged figure of a dolphin. He slowly blinked in shock; his feet were weak as if they were made of cotton wool. All the good mood he had was literally smashed my the view of his little student's only jewellery - the one they decided to use for communication. If Vader had it, then...

But the ambassador said...

Or did his friend mistaken...

Only now, Luke heard footsteps tailing off; Vader being nowhere around.

- WAIT! - Luke yelled, flying out of the room. He noticed the flash of a coal-colour cloak floating just before him and started a chase. - Wait, hey you!!!..

Anakin turned back. He confidently, softly looked at his pissed off child who was ready to chop his wires into spaghetti.

The weight in his belly shifted - the girl must be turning around. Bad dreams...

- Be proud, son. She is a true Jedi.

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“My touch is the only one your body will crave." Chapter 1 - A midnight encounter

Summary: What should have been a quick and easy job for her business partner Sacharissa, turned into an unexpected meeting with the most dangerous student at Hogwarts. Warning: non-con fantasy smut (characters are aged up!) only +18 Word count: 10k Garreth Weasley x OC (Penelope, my OC) Tags: !Dark Garreth, very OOC, forced kiss, forces sex, oral sex (male receiving with instruction), rough sex, anal sex, aphrodisiac, blackmail. Additional tags: Penelope might be virgin but she's not a saint, full Weasley treatment, crossdressing, Hogwarts is a scary place. AO3 link the fiction is still going on :) A/N This is my first time sharing a non-con fantasy, so I'm nervous and anxious and all of that. If you are interested in this work, please let me know, as I'm willing to write it for myself, but I don't know if sharing is a good idea, since it's toxic af, so this is just an experiment :) It's my guilty pleasure to write. Special thanks to @dvinaamesca for this first picture of Garreth that stirred the Dark version of him! (if you don't want your name associate with this I'll take it down!)

Penelope pushed her glasses on her nose and quietly closed the heavy oak door behind her, the smug grin still lingering on her face. Those foolish Prefects would never catch her; the Gobstones trick had never failed her and after two years it was still going on full swing. Now that she had mastered that blasted non-verbal spell, moving around the castle unnoticed had become a breeze. And together with the Disillusionment charm, she had never missed a beat.

"They should really consider to put Mooncalves, they would do a better job," she thought shaking her head still chuckling under her breath.

Now that she was outside, she lowered her mask, inhaling deeply to take in the crisp autumn air, and swiftly turned to the right, following the path around the flower beds in the Hogwarts gardens. It was unusually chilly for the 10th of October, and she shivered lightly under her cloak, thankful for her cozy jumper, a nice gift from her dear brother.

The dragon-shaped bush was starting to shed its leaves, scattering a scratchy layer on the ground with every sweep of its wing-like branches. Silenced by her charm to muffle her steps on the stone path, Penelope quickened her pace, descending the stairs of the outer wall of the castle. This wasn't how she envisioned starting her 18th birthday, but she didn't have a choice.

Sacharissa needed those ingredients, and she needed the money.

The new Silver Arrow broom wouldn't pay for itself, and she planned to flaunt it on the Quidditch field after the next victory against Ravenclaw. After years of trying, she was finally on the team and a good broom was essential to show those pesky Hufflepuffs what a great Seeker they had missed all those years.

Penelope finally reached the hidden door concealed by dry vines, took another deep breath of the brisk air, and readied her wand. She tapped once on the locked door and whispered, "Alohomora."

A low screech welcomed her as she entered a long, dark, and damp corridor. Yet, she wasn't afraid—she had traversed this path countless times and could navigate the darkness with ease. While Prefects and Professors patrolled above, she strolled comfortably beneath them, dodging debris, stone rubble, and overgrown roots with the vials tinkling in her bag.

It had taken months to clear out the Devil's Snare infestation, but her efforts had paid off—both in terms of time and money. They'd never catch her.

Soon, she reached a low archway where the floor was covered in dark wooden planks and dust, her steps were now echoing in the empty space. At the end, a ray of moonlight filtered through a dusty glass dome, faintly illuminating a monstrous sight.

"Hey, Vinny!" she whispered with a smile, greeting the huge Venomous Tentacula that was idly swinging its toothy pods in the musty air. She pulled a piece of meat from her bag and tossed it to the plant. One of the pods twisted on its stem and shot out a sticky tongue to snatch the meat midair. The viscous appendage coiled around its prize and retracted into its shadowy lair with a slurp, as the monstrous pod clamped shut.

Her defiant smile widened, like the Gobstone trick, Vinny had never failed her, her trusted companion, guarding her secret. Once she was back, she would give the plant the rest of the meat for the other pods to enjoy, for now she had to move forward in her mission.

Her ritual for good luck complete, Penelope started climbing the wooden stairs, reaching the trapdoor in the ceiling while simultaneously dimming her wand's light.

She carefully opened the trapdoor and emerged into the greenhouse. As she gently closed the wooden doors behind her, she paused, blinking, to adjust to the dark environment.

The air was thick with the strong smells of damp soil, dragon fertilizer, and exotic flowers, but she didn't care.

She was there to finish her work discreetly and efficiently, as always.

Crouching under the overhanging stairs, she pulled her mask back over her face, allowing the hood of her cloak fall over her shoulder. Shaking her head to revive her hair, she paused, holding her breath to listen intently, ensuring she was alone.

When she was sure to be the only one in the building, she turned and ascended the stairs reaching the balcony toward Greenhouse number 3 where her longed target awaited.

Truly, it couldn't have been easier for her.

Skirting the faulty third step, she proceeded down, only to feel something brush against her calf on the lower step. Whirling around, moonlight revealed what seemed like a tentacle coiling around her leg.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Devil's Snare in Greenhouse Three? That was unexpected— she was sure she had taken care of all of them and the dangerous plants were in the other building, number 1. Reacting quickly to avoid entanglement, she brightened her wand to keep the plant at bay. The tentacle swayed in the light, yet it didn't retract.

Penelope scoffed, annoyed, Flitterbloom. What an idiot.

Her impatience mounted as she spotted the vase of the plant, nobody in their right mind would put a Devil's Snare in a pot. Cursing her impulsiveness, she turned, dimming quickly her wand in the hope that no one had seen the light.

Penelope blinked, allowing her eyes to readjust to the darkness, and scanned the room for the plants. Sacharissa had given her a full list, yet she dared not risk searching for everything—she needed to prioritize the most valuable component: Bubotuber pus.

Moving with quiet confidence, she located the plants on the counter to her left, exactly where she had seen them during her morning reconnaissance. Her frequent assistance to Professor Garlick in the greenhouse had earned her extra credits and, unbeknownst to others, the perfect cover for her nocturnal heists.

No one would suspect the strange-looking girl with short hair who shyly toiled away, perpetually cloaked in soil and dust. Cutting her hair to fit the Quidditch team, had been both a curse and a blessing.

Entering the team also meant she no longer had time to grow ingredients for Sacharissa, leading her to pilfer from other students more often than she was used to.

She carefully placed her bag on one of the stools and began to lay out her tools: a small copper funnel, glass vials, pins, dragon-skin gloves, and a bottle of Daisyroot essence. After opening the bottle, she quickly anointed her hands with a few drops of the oil to shield her skin from the irritant pus. Double-checking her mask was secure to protect against the pungent odor, she slipped on the gloves and got to work, pulling the first pot toward her to assess the ripeness of the bulbs. Not all were mature enough, but she had to make do with what was available, perhaps leaving some behind for the unfortunate student who was cultivating them, most likely a pimpled fifth-year.

Checking the label on the pot, she grinned devilishly, maybe Sacharissa could sell them her lotion…

She had just started to collect the pus, filling quickly the first vial, when she turned, sensing a weird feeling creeping over her.

She froze.

Next to her a dark tall shadow was in the middle of the room, as soon as they realized she had spotted them, they advanced slowly, and as they entered the circle created by the moonlight, the Disillusionment charm broke, revealing the imposing figure of a boy.

He had broad shoulders and chest, his arms tensed under the mustard-colored jumper as he crossed them. His wand, firmly clasped in his big hand, lit abruptly as he tilted his head. A long tuft of vibrant red hair cascaded over his freckled face, and a smug grin parted his lips.

"Well, well, well," he murmured, his masculine voice low with a tinge of playfulness that Penelope didn't appreciate one bit.

His green eyes shimmered with a mix of satisfaction and pleasure.

"I think I got a little thief, what a lucky night,"

Penelope swallowed hard, taking a step back to gather her thoughts and focus on her options—she was caught!

Trying to suppress the surge of panic, she scrutinized the boy; there was no sign of a Prefect or Head Boy badge. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, much like herself, not a uniform. But as soon as he stepped forward, recognition dawned on her.

Damn!

Penelope's heart raced as she took a deep breath to steady herself. "Who are you?" she asked, striving to maintain her composure while her mind raced for a way to reach her wand near her bag.

"I think you're well aware of who I am," he replied with a hint of amusement.

It was true, she knew him very well, everybody knew him, his wicked reputation and the crazy stories surrounding him.

It was Garreth Weasley, the Deputy Headmistress's nephew, renowned among the whole student body for his illicit brews and odd concoctions. He wasn't in direct competition with Sacharissa, but when he started peddling his eccentric potions for male contraception, he nearly obliterated her business.

He was a potion genius and not the good kind, his Veritaserum was so effective only its smell could even work on ghosts, his Polyjuice lasted months, and he had aphrodisiacs so potent people had to skip days of classes or entire trimesters before they could barely satisfy themselves.

Some said the golden ring around his green irises was due to his addiction to Felix Felicis that he took regularly, being the source of his successful business, shielding him from being caught. Other claimed that, too scared to be bewitched by his debtors, he had consumed so much Amortentia he was actually immune.

Legends said his mind was damaged beyond repair by the fumes of his own brews, which he tried on himself from very young age, so much that at the Sorting Ceremony his thoughts were so foggy and impenetrable, that the Sorting Hat couldn't read them. So he had to choose himself which house he wanted to join.

He went for Gryffindor.

Which he obviously didn't belong to.

People who couldn't pay for their potions were forced to take the so called Weasley treatment, used as guinea pigs for his crazy experiments, so much the expression "going Weasley" had become synonym of going voluntarily into a risky situation, knowing the consequences.

It was clear she had stepped on the wrong toes, and if she didn't want him to go full Weasley on her, she had to play smart or fight him.

As if reading her mind, with a lazy flick of his wand, her own wand flew through the air into his waiting hand.

"The real question is, who are you? A little boy stealing pus... that's pretty low," he teased mockingly. "Perhaps I should report this to my Aunt…"

"Wait! We can share!" Penelope blurted out, grasping at straws, hoping he was there for the same reason. She could perhaps persuade him to let her go.

And did he just call her little boy?

"Share what? My plants?" he scoffed. "This is the fourth time you've stolen from me," he hissed, pushing a lock of hair from his forehead, his eyes narrowed to slits in the dim light.

"You're not Brattelby," she murmured, recalling the name on the labels of the pots.

A low, blood-curdling chuckle reached her ears.

"How naive of you to assume I cultivate my own ingredients," he said, his tone laced with amusement as he took a step forward.

"I can give you money; my contact will pay well for the pus," she said. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake as the boy tilted his head, giving her a condescending look raising a brow. "Oh really? Do you think I need money from Tugwood?"

Penelope's gaze widened, how had he learned about Sacharissa?

His smug grin played at the corners of his lips, picking up on her distress. "For someone so skilled at stealing, you're quite thick."

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, allowing a ray of moonlight to illuminate the coppery tones in his messy curly hair.

"Funny how after every heist, Tugwood releases a new batch of her putrid poultices. I guess she's too lazy to cultivate her own ingredients and sends her little rat here instead. I'm tired of being fucked over by you two," he said, his tone low and menacing as he took another step forward.

"What do you want?" Penelope's voice was cautious, her attempt to sound more masculine clear. If he thought she was a boy, she didn't want to give him any reason to think otherwise, she still had a chance to escape leaving him to look for a male student that didn't exist, plus, revealing herself as a girl seemed really dangerous.

Even if, in truth, she had no idea of his inclinations.

She heard him taking a deep breath, as his eyes wandered around in the darkness, "Let's see…" he tapped his finger on his chin, as if pondering.

"I may have cooked a very powerful batch of Aging potion last week and my Aunt was not pleased with the… aftermath. Giving you in as the Greenhouse thief, may save me from a very unnecessary suspension for the current batch," he started.

Penelope waited patiently, feeling droplets of cold sweat trickling down her back, "She has already given me few days of detention you know, and I have been a bit… touch deprived, so to speak. Is there anything you can do to change my situation?"

The question lingered between them as the implications lowered on her.

Penelope shivered, and took another step back, "Couldn't you ask… someone else?" She was sure someone like him didn't have any problems in finding… a suitable partner, after all young girls and boys were surely going crazy for his horrible reputation. He didn't really need her.

At least this was what she hoped.

Garreth extended his arms, both wands still in his grasp and a semi-amused smile on his face. "There is no one else here, is there?" he jested. Penelope's heart sank in her chest, as her eyes darted around desperate for an escape, debating whether revealing her true identity might offer some leverage—or place her in greater jeopardy.

"Don't worry, little one, I won't hurt you," he murmured, as though tuning into her anxiousness, "Let's say… I just want a kiss," he proposed, and moving forward once again, he placed himself just in front of her.

Penelope slowly raised her head, to meet his gaze, he was taller than her, and his towering height was casting a looming presence, especially with the dim light behind him.

She knew how terrified she must looked like, but she saw a gentle smile gracing his lips, as his eyes softened, "I can't," she barely whispered, his scent— a peculiar mix of lavender, tree bark, and exotic potion ingredients— growing stronger as he leaned closer.

"And why's that?" His voice was low, imbued with masculine charm. As he laid his large hand on her cheek, the warmth bled through the fabric, tracing the edge of her mask, she realized she was holding her breath.

"I… I have a cold." she stuttered. It was a lie, of course, despite regularly donning a mask to avoid just that, as she rigorously trained for Quidditch every day since she had joined the team.

And then she was also concealing the pockmarks left by her acne.

His laugh was soft, coming from the back of his throat, "That's no problem. I'll brew the finest Pepperup Potion tomorrow morning. I do appreciate your concern, though." He leaned in, his fingers brushing past her ear to the mask's tie, a few strands of hair caressing his skin in the process. She felt a shiver, a mix of reluctance and an unsettling warmth in her stomach.

Despite the warning signals firing through her, she remained rooted in place, paralyzed by the closeness of his disconcerting touch.

"Just a kiss and then I can go, right?" she was almost giving in, but she wanted to make sure the deal was settled.

"Of course, just one. I bet it's your first," he teased, amused by her lack of experience. She didn't answer, as he removed her mask, revealing her face.

With a rush of cold air, the pungent scent of Bubotuber pus momentarily filled her nostrils, but Garreth's proximity quickly replaced it with his captivating aroma. She felt his thumb gently stroking her flushed cheek before descending to her lips, his gaze seemingly admiring her quivering mouth as he passed his fingertip on it.

"You're not that bad," he murmured softly. She barely had time to react to the compliment before his lips clashed with hers.

Taken by surprise, she instinctively closed her eyes as the soft tuft of his red hair lazily brushed against her forehead, tickling her skin.

Penelope's heart slowed as the boy moved his mouth over hers, his hand shifting from her cheek to the back of her head, holding her gently in place. She stood frozen, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, unsure of how to respond while his other hand, now wands-free, rested on her waist, drawing her closer.

But that simple kiss couldn't be all he wanted, and she knew there was more.

His tongue soon sought entry, a demand for deeper access she wasn't willing to grant. Despite the warmth unfurling in her stomach, she resisted, her teeth clenched and eyes shut tight. Planting her feet to the ground she balled her fists, digging her nails in the leather skin of her gloves, now completely sweaty and oily.

She couldn't let him take everything.

As if defeated, Garreth retracted, just enough that he could trace the contour of her lips with his tongue, brushing them with its wet tip. When he reached the lower one, he then offered a faint, teasing bite. He soon pulled back slightly, but Penelope didn't waver, despite the buzzing in her ears and the stirring sensation moving from her stomach to her groin.

His warm breath still caressing her cheeks, he suddenly sank his teeth into her soft flesh, eliciting a sharp sting. Penelope widened her eyes, let out an helpless whimper, and as soon as she parted her lips in fear, his tongue found its way inside, invading her mouth, seeking its secrets.

She wanted to pull away, she desperately tried to place her hands against his broad chest, but she found only a stern resistance as he was holding her tight, pushing her neck towards him, his fingers mingling with her short hair.

As Garreth's tongue found hers, he deepened the kiss, hungry for more, his breath growing heavy as the two intertwined. Tears started to form in Penelope's eyes, it was her first kiss and he was taking it from her with an insistence that would have been scary if not intoxicating.

Because despite her confusion, her body reacted in a very different way than expected.

Under her jumper, her breast was brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt, pressed against his hard chest and she could feel her nipples hardening with each movement of her ragged breath. And she could clearly sense his arousal as his thighs were pressing against hers, his bulge pushing on her lower stomach.

A new sensation surged between her legs, familiar yet never before this intense.

When he finally broke the kiss, letting her go, her foggy mind struggled to keep her balance. Still tasting the ginger and licorice from his mouth, she took a small step back and sat down on the greenhouse stool behind her. She took off her gloves so she could pressed a shaky hand on her forehead.

As a soft laugh reached her, Penelope's head shot up, locking eyes with Garreth's amused gaze. "That wasn't half bad, was it?" he mused, tilting his head and brushing a ginger lock from his face.

Penelope pressed her swollen lips together. "I guess I can go now," she murmured feeling a mix of indignation and relief, reaching for her wand on the counter. But Garreth was quicker, lunging forward to sweep the wand from her reach, sending it rolling across the wooden table to stop beside a Bubotuber pot.

Her shock was palpable. "What does this mean?" she demanded, trying to rise, but he was upon her, his hand resting on her shoulder, pressing her back down onto the stool, his erection evident now that it was at her eyes level, straining the fabric of his trousers.

"It means I might have changed my mind. I really enjoyed that kiss," he teased noticing her intent gaze.

Penelope's head shook in disbelief. "But you promised—I could go after it," she protested, struggling to keep her voice steady amidst rising panic.

His smile broadened maliciously. "You can go—to pack your things in your dorm as I'm heading straight to my Aunt's," he declared.

Penelope's eyes widened.

"I didn't endure three nights in these damn greenhouses, freezing my ass off, just to let you off with a mere goodnight peck," he said with disdain, looming over her once again, adding with a disarming casualness, "Besides," he put a finger under her chin forcing her to raised her head, "you have surprisingly soft lips and I'm dying to feel them wrapped tightly around my cock," he whispered brushing her earlobe with his breath.

Penelope gasped, realizing that he had no intention of letting her go. Her wand was too far out of reach, and he would have easily intercepted her had she tried to snatch it. But she couldn't let him have his way; in a desperate attempt, she raised her leg trying to kick him where he wanted her lips. Yet she barely reached his shin, and in her haste to rise, turn, and flee, she stumbled over his feet and fell to the ground.

Her knees and elbows hit the hard, cold stone floor with a painful groan.

"Where do you think you're going?" Garreth peered down at her through half-lidded gaze before waving his wand, murmuring, "Incarcerous." Soon, ropes began to emerge from thin air, swiftly encircling her wrists and ankles.

"Release me!" she demanded, feeling the rough hemp against her skin.

"You don't really have a choice," he said coolly. "But I'm inclined to assist you."

He turned, reaching for something on the floor next to a bag of fertilizer, and when he stood again, he was holding a small vial. The liquid inside had a soft pink hue with something swirling within, barely discernible in the faint moonlight.

As he approached, Penelope froze. Was he planning to drug her?

"There's a first time for everything. Don't be scared—I'm going to teach you. You might even enjoy it more than me," he teased, uncapping the vial with a playful wink.

She watched him as he knelt beside her, her teeth clenched. "I won't drink that," she spat out in defiance.

"You don't have to," he replied in a low purr, "at least not all of it," he added, holding her face steady despite her attempts to break free. His grip was firm around her cheeks and her position too compromised for effective resistance. She felt something cold on her jaw, he was wearing a ring on his left thumb.

"Be a good boy and open your mouth, like before," he coaxed. Penelope maintained a defiant stare, eyes narrowing into his dark green gaze.

Unfazed, Garreth moved his hand up and pinched her nose shut. She held her breath as long as she could, trying to shake him away, but as her lungs started to burn, longing for air, her mouth involuntarily parted in a small gasp. Seizing the moment, he tipped the vial, letting a few drops land on her tongue.

She immediately tried to spit out whatever he had given her, but she could feel something coating her tongue, a slick film with the taste of rosemary and saffron.

"It's useless; it's already taking effect," Garreth remarked calmly, securing the vial's cap.

"What the hell did you just give me?" her tone tinged with desperation.

"You'll see soon enough. Actually…" he furrowed his brow, appearing momentarily lost in thought, then concluded with a malicious smile, "…feel."

"Fuck you!" she cursed, saliva dripping down her chin. He looked at her with amusement and, reaching down, he wiped her chin clean with his thumb. She noticed a red stone adorning the golden ring.

"Don't tempt me with more ideas, little one," he said in a mockingly affectionate tone.

When he rose again, he paused, crossing his arms before leaning against the counter. "Here's the deal: you make me happy, and I let you go," he proposed.

"As if I can trust you," she scoffed.

"Just to show you my good intentions, I'll free your wrists, but," he readied his wand, "let's make one thing clear," he murmured, and a silvery ray shot from the tip, forming what appeared to be his Patronus.

Penelope's eyes widened as she tried to discern the form of the animal, which shimmered faintly in the air, with its curly tail and its jerky eyes—a Chameleon.

"One false move, and this little guy goes straight to the first Prefect," he warned, "you don't really want to displease me," his voice light but carrying a clear threat, as he got up again and moved forward.

Penelope followed him with bated breath, anxiously awaiting her release while feeling the oppressive weight of his presence.

As he prepared his wand, she started to consider her limited options. Escape was clearly not feasible; at least she still had the safety of her anonymity since he didn't seem interested in her name. But what he was demanding was something she was not prepared to give. The mere thought repulsed her, and she wasn't even sure that after she had... she shuddered at the notion, finished with him, he wouldn't possibly demand more.

Would he?

Suddenly, she felt her wrists released, and steadying herself against the hard stone floor, she knelt, seeking some comfort by resting her knees on her cloak to make the uncomfortable position more tolerable. The sound of a faint clink quickened her pulse, but she kept her gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

As he started to unbuckle his belt, with his bulge still evident, her mind flew to the countless of times Sacharissa had complained about her boyfriend, how often he had left her unsatisfied after an orgasm that came too quickly for her taste. If she could bring him to climax, possibly not inside her, he would surely need time to recover, which would give her a break from any further unwanted advances.

Finding some reassurance in her renewed decision, she took a deep breath, raised her head, and steadied her gaze, ready to face her opponent and his repulsive demand.

But as soon as her eyes landed on the boy in front of her, her heart almost gave up, as he was already half-naked, his trousers down his shins, his muscular thighs tensed, his white skin completely covered in nice, little freckles.

The shape of his erected dick sculpted in the fabric of his pants, reaching almost his waist.

He knew he was attractive, she knew it too, and to her dismay, also her clit which started to gently pulse between her legs. The surge of heat that coursed though her body made her sweat, as she clenched her fists.

Soon, he lowered his underwear, looking at her with an expectant expression that mingled satisfaction and pleasure, savoring most likely what was coming.

Penelope swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure fixing her eyes on his face instead of… the thick, throbbing shaft that sprung up from between his legs, hungry for her mouth.

"You can look, you know. I'm not shy. It's not like you've never seen one before," Garreth taunted, clearly aware of her discomfort. Maybe he was thinking she was jealous of his.

In truth, she had, in fact, never seen one, and she certainly wasn't prepared to see his, especially not on her birthday!

What a great present he was giving her…

His underwear slid on the ground and he casually stepped out of his clothing, seemingly unfazed by the greenhouse's chill. As he moved closer, she instinctively recoiled, turning her face away, her stomach twisting into a tight knot.

"Now, now, it's not the time to be difficult is it? Take it into your hand first, gently, as I'm sure you're used to," with the corner of her eyes, she could see the soft, mocking smile playing on his lips, his shimmering green eyes taking in her reluctance with amusement. She despised him for it.

Nevertheless, she complied.

As the silver Patronus danced around her, she slowly raised her hand, he was so closed, she could feel its inviting warmth, "Look at it," he commanded, as the chameleon moved up, illuminating the scene from above.

Penelope took a sharp breath and with a sour look she raised her head, almost defying him.

Steadying her shaky fingers, she took it in her hand, it was warm and firm, hard enough for her to feel its punishing weight, but also soft with light bluish veins adorning his full length.

To her surprise, she found herself wondering if he had freckles even there.

"How endearing, you have small hands. Perfect for a thief, let's put them to good use," he joked, clearly satisfied with what he had forced her to do.

He leant in, took her other hand and moved it to his hip, letting resting there under his long fingers, the ringed thumb pressed on hers.

"Now, I'm sure you know your way, so I'll leave it to you."

Penelope didn't know, she hadn't a clue, but she tried to recall the talks she had with her roommates. Not all of them were experts, but Hemera did had a boyfriend and for Helga's sacred cup, she loved to boast her abilities.

Maybe she cold put all her dirty recounting to good use.

She moved her hand up and down a couple of times, jerking his skin, clenching her fist, maybe a bit too much, in fact, soon he stopped her with an annoyed scoff.

"A bit sloppy aren't we?" his voice was low, tense, his Patronus quivered lightly as tuning in with his impatience, "Start gently, brush your thumb on the top, keep the skin on, insist on the tip in long, slow strokes."

She followed his orders, trying to keep her eyes on his stomach, on the red tuft of hair that adorned the base of his shaft, "Focus on your hand," he ordered once he realized she was not giving much attention to her work.

She shifted her gaze, her fingers tightly coiled around him, stroking gently and rhythmically insisting on the top where she could see beads of pre-cum leaking out, glistening in the silvery light.

"Better," he murmured, his tone soft, tinged with pleasure, "I think you are ready, now," and with a smirk he lower his other hand to guide her head toward it, in an inviting gesture.

Penelope shot her head up, her eyes wide, pleading almost, "Oh, no, don't give me that look, you're not escaping this," he murmured.

With a tilt of his head, the chameleon moved onto her shoulder, resting there. Its warm light served as a reminder of the consequences should she fail to comply.

"Moisten your lips and open your mouth."

He was almost trembling in anticipation, wasn't he?

She bit her lip, trying to resist his hand pushing her neck, his long fingers mingling with her short hair. "Really, it's not a big deal. They say it even tastes good, and believe me, I know it does," he whispered softly, quirking an eyebrow.

Penelope took a deep breath, she could feel his scent stronger than ever, the more she advanced to his slick tip.

It wasn't unpleasant, and as the constant pulsing of her clit reminded her, it was almost inviting.

Despite her mind trying to fight, her body was ready to give him whatever he wanted, most likely under the effect of that disgusting drug he had given her.

She slowly passed her tongue over her lips, almost teasing him with the sight of their glossy fullness.

"I might bite," she challenged him with a dark gaze, in a last desperate attempt to stop that torture. A wide smile parted his lips, "That would only add to the thrill," he chimed with a playful wink. She bit the inside of her cheek, defeated, and finally opened her mouth.

"Move the foreskin down and take it in, same as before, focus on the tip, swirl your tongue on it, nice and slow," he guided her as she pressed her thumb on the top, his sticky pre-cum wetting her skin. She swallowed, then she closed her eyes.

His hand forced the back of her neck again, almost impatiently, and he was finally in her mouth.

"Don't suck it, I don't like it, and put the other hand on my hip."

She didn't want to, as she was scared of giving him so much power over her, but in the end she complied once again, her body moving on its own, trusting him.

Her cold fingers hesitantly gripped his hips, her thumbs tentatively resting over the pelvic bones that emerged beneath his white skin.

"Nice and slow," his voice now was hoarse and husky, and he started to immediately thrust himself in her in controlled sharp movements.

He was surely savoring the moment.

Penelope tasted the salty and musky scent of his pre-cum, coating her tongue, invading her senses, she swirled her tongue on the swollen tip, feeling more of it coming out. It did tasted strangely good, she was not sure, but he might have taken some sort of potions to change its flavor, or simply he was transuding Amortentia.

For what she knew it could be both.

The light on her shoulder flickered, and she sensed the chameleon moving, most likely rolling from the pleasure, she kept her gaze on his stomach, forcing herself to ignore the deep warm feeling pooling between her thighs. Was she… dripping wet already?

"Good boy, relax your throat now, and move your tongue on its length, the wetter, the better," he whispered. He was clearly straining himself to speak, and Penelope could feel how much he was enjoying it, strangely the thought made her shivered in satisfaction, was she that good?

She felt the saliva wetting the corners of her mouth as she followed his orders, moving down, little by little, taking it all in, in slurping and shameless noises. When she felt it too deep, she stopped, hoping it was enough, and she retracted a bit, taking in a lungful of air.

It wasn't enough.

His hand grasped her hair and jerked her forward, making her glasses slipped on the bridge of her nose. She gaged around his imposing shaft, trying to pull out, digging her nails in his white skin, but he didn't care. It hit the back of her throat, then moved back, slowly, so she could feel his full length brushing on her tongue.

She knew it wasn't right, she knew that was not supposed to happen, but still, her body trembled, sensing how big it was, how good it tasted, how… fulfilling it might feel in her pussy.

It was infuriating knowing how the idea of his cock in her mouth was getting her so aroused, she could barely think straight. And she was a virgin, she wasn't supposed to feel like this.

Again Garreth thrusted forward, disrupting her confused thoughts, he moaned as he felt how desperately she was trying to clenched her throat to avoid him hitting her deeper. He opened his eyes and looked down, "I said relax," he commanded forcing her to raise her head keeping a firm grip on her hair, tugging at it.

Penelope locked eyes with him through the lenses of her foggy glasses, and try to relax, she really tried, she didn't want to make it any worse, but… it was impossible, every time she managed, he pushed in her again thrusting with renew vigor, pumping back and forward, every time faster, relentless.

He was loosing his control, and his Patronus with him, as the little creature was pulsing intermittently, casting a kaleidoscope of light.

Tears streamed down Penelope's cheeks as she gasped for air, saliva rolling over her chin. Her hands quivered, leaving marks on his hips. Still, she was feeling warmer and warmer, her nipples hard under her jumper, her mind clouded with unexpressed desire.

He was using her, and she was liking it.

The uncomfortable position, her knees on the hard ground, her ankles still tied in the rope, her head throbbing lightly form his grip every time he pull her towards his stomach, the view of his freckled muscular thighs, his firm balls swingling in front of her… she was indeed enjoying all of it.

And it was wrong, it was scary and exciting at the same time.

She wanted more, she craved all of him.

If she had her hands free, she might have dared to touch herself, instead she closed her thighs, trying to release a bit of pressure from her throbbing clit with the slight friction she could provide.

"Almost there little one, keep it up, make your nice lips tighter," he had hardly finished his sentence when, in a flash of lucidity, Penelope tried to pull out once again. She didn't want him to come in her mouth, despite her body temperature rising at the thought of it, she didn't want.

It didn't work, of course.

He kept her firmly in place, until the very end.

Groaning and cussing under his breath Garreth bit his lip, and gripping the hand of the girl under his, he finally gave in, forcing her to look up into his dark green irises, the glow from the golden ring glinting ominously.

Despite his serious expression, he was really pleased.

Penelope felt the warmth of his release in her mouth, down her throat, spilling on her chin. All while the light of his Patronus pulsed and then grew brighter, enveloping both of them in its comforting glow.

It was done, she swallowed hard a lump of his cum, trying not to gag, it was finally over. Her heart was beating furiously in her chest, as if she had just finished a long run, and she tried to steady her shaking breath by slowly inhaling.

She heard him take a deep breath too, "Good job," he exhaled, as if a burden had been lifted, looking down at her.

His hand released hers from his hip, his long, warm fingers no longer intertwined with her own, leaving her feeling almost alone.

"Now clean the mess you made, and put those soft lips to good work," he kept her in place, despite her attempts to free herself from his punishing grip on her neck.

She closed her eyes and did as requested, swirling her tongue on his pulsing tip, sucking gently and swallowing until everything was finally clean.

She took her hands off his hips, and when he finally freed her, she passed the back of her hand on her mouth, cleaning it from the spit and the cum.

"I told you, you would like it," he joked stepping into his clothes as if nothing had happened, and removing the long lock of hair from his forehead, absentmindedly brushing it aside.

She felt the ropes binding her ankles dissolve and took her time to massage them, ensuring she could stand steadily once on her feet. At this point, she no longer cared about her belongings; her only desire was to grab her wand and flee.

Still, her body was in full arousal and when she made a move to stand up, even the bare trembling of her thighs, sent shivers of lust down her spine, a warm feeling crept on her cheeks and her breath grew heavier. That damn potion was taking a toll on her, but she had to escape first, then, in the comfort of her bed, she might give in to her pleasure.

Away from that red temping devil.

Quivering lightly, she put a hand on the stool behind her and rose, testing the stability of her feet. Then, keeping an eye on the boy in front of her, who was quietly buckling his belt again and basking in the glow of his Patronus, she took a step back until she reached the counter, fixing her glasses on her nose.

Penelope placed her hand behind her, searching for her wand while simultaneously keeping watch on Garreth, not trusting him in the slightest and eager to escape the dreadful situation.

Unfortunately, her hand encountered only pots, dusty wooden planks, and her gloves. Fearing she might accidentally tip over her vial of pus and risk blistering her skin with the potent ingredient, she cautiously turned her head, only to see her wand at the far end of the table.

Moving quietly, trying not to attract his attention, she then turned completely to grab it, carefully avoiding the Bubotuber pots. However, the moment she bent over the counter, Garreth seized the opportunity and covering the space between them, he pin her down.

She gasped in surprise as her wand flew out of reach once again.

"Fuck…" she moaned feeling his body pressed against her back, his broad chest on her.

"Well said, you read my mind little one," his voice was low, menacing and husky, "that's exactly what I want now," he whispered into her hear.

"No!" she exclaimed, struggling to free herself, fighting to wriggle out of his grasp. "Please don't," she pleaded, feeling her wrists being tied once again. Now, the thought of being caught by the Prefects seemed almost appealing.

"Why? Are you a virgin?" his hands were all over her now, on her thighs, her legs, but mostly on her ass.

"That's none of your business," she blurted out feeling her wet fold clenching, her underwire were soaked and his big, warm hands groping her, were not helping in making her feel any better.

"I take it as a no, then," "What?" she whimpered in shock as he started to fumble with her trousers, pushing her cloak aside to slide them down, "Then is a yes," a soft, devilish laugh escape his throat as he started to caress her naked buttcheeks.

"You have a very nice and soft ass, so small yet so alluring," he said, almost surprised how it felt under his greedy fingers, he pinched her heated skin. A chuckle escaped him when a small whine left her throat.

He was clearly amused by her discomfort, and he was well aware that his potion was still having effect on her.

Eager to feel her ass wriggling and squirming against his still hungry dick, he slipped a finger in the crack between the buttcheeks, teasing her.

"I have to be honest, I prefer pussies, but… I cannot refuse an invitation like this," he chimed, as he started grinding his hips against her, his erection now evident again, straining his trousers, almost reaching up from its constricted position.

Penelope widened her eyes, incredulity washed over her, what the hell?

He just… came, how in Merlin's name could he be this hard again in such a short time?

She felt his dick pressing on her exposed ass, his warmth canceling the cold feeling from the brisk air of the greenhouse. She saw his Patronus strolling on the counter, as if mocking her, a reminder of his threats.

"Please don't…" she couldn't take it anymore and the pressure of her own hips on the border of the table was sparkling her senses, as she could feel her clit tightening with every stroke. She desperately needed to release herself.

For a split second she contemplated the idea of telling him who she was, her mind played with the alluring feeling of his long and firm shaft inside her, filling her and pumping her virginity from between her legs.

He did prefer female bodies after all and she might like it more than… whatever he had in mind.

But soon she realized she couldn't do it, first because he was a crazy maniac, and that was not how she envisioned her first time in her dreams, and secondly, she didn't want to risk it. She wasn't on any birth control as she wasn't dating anyone, and that shit would only hamper her abilities on the Quidditch field.

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of taking also her first time from her, even if her body was screaming for some attention and her pussy was burning, slick in her own juices.

"You are a little thief and I'm going to steal from you," he murmured deepening his hand between her buttcheeks until he found her hole. He prodded at the entrance, "Nice and firm, as expected," he commented with a satisfied tone before retreating his hand.

"Now, I don't want to hurt you, you know. Well, not more than necessary at least," he joked as she felt his body stepping back, giving her some time to recompose herself. The cold air bit her skin now that he wasn't there anymore.

"Oh, what a coincidence!" Garreth exclamation piqued her curiosity. As she turned her head to check was he had found, he reached for something on the counter.

"Daisyroot essence!" he declared with a gleam in his eye. "Perfect for the occasion. You came prepared, little one."

She heard the sound of a vial uncapping.

"Let me share a secret: this was my first ingredient for lubricants. The oil isn't too dense, provides nice friction, has a soothing effect, and... smells great."

Penelope stomach sank, he really wanted to take that path.

She strained against the ropes, but as she started to kick with her feet, he parted her legs, plunging his oily fingers in the crack of her ass, gently massaging the delicate skin between her buttcheeks. He brushed his fingertips against her quivering hole, circling the wrinkled skin around it, savoring the moment he would enter, claiming another part of her for himself.

When he cautiously slip a finger in her, Penelope gasped at the intrusion.

"Don't tell me you've never done it yourself," his laugh was low, "it's one of the best feelings if done well."

He retracted a little bit, "But I'm not here to pleasure you," he concluded harshly pumping the finger in and out assessing how firm and tight it was.

Penelope closed her eyes, her body suddenly relaxing, savoring the enticing sensation of his touch.

Of course she'd fingered herself, who didn't at their age? Just… not where he thought she would.

She felt more oil dripping on her ass, and soon another finger slipped in her, stretching her entrance further.

She swallowed hard, it wasn't a bad feeling, not at all, she could sense her skin tingling a bit, the opening gaping around his long fingers, but there was another opening a little bit down there that was dying to be filled as well.

She took a sharp breath, she was still half clothed, with her panties still in place as he had just slide them down a bit, and her wet lips were brushing against the cloth with each thrust, her clit clenching, she was going crazy as she wanted more friction on it.

He continued for few seconds, preparing her, then she heard him unbuckling his belt again, and his trousers slid down.

This time the feeling of his dick against her heated skin was something she longed, and not feared, as her mind completely gave up on her useless and helpless fight.

She sensed him stroking its tip hard on her, taking in the oil from the Daisyroot as he was lubing himself against her.

"Almost ready, little one, just relax," he whispered, and as he parted her buttcheeks, he stretched her entrance starting to intrude himself in her.

Penelope widened her eyes, he would never enter, she was too small and tight for… that kind of tip. She bit her lips as he slowly made his way in, adding more lube with his fingers every time he retracted, so to make it easier with the next try.

She didn't have voice anymore to plead him, because her thoughts were all on another part of her needy body, that was quivering and gaping, and once he managed to enter just a little bit, she felt her pussy wall tighten as well giving her a shivering pleasure she didn't know it was possible from the other side.

Slowly, but steady Garreth made his way in her, his pulsing length filling her completely as the first wall of resistance was completely overcome.

He heard him groaned in satisfaction, his hips pressed against her. As he brushed a lock of hair from his face, he started to move, retracting, first slowly, then faster, not giving her time to adjust with each thrust.

But Penelope's body didn't even feel the urge to adjust as she was trembling from another source of bliss and soon she realized she was moaning helplessly, her pleasure mixed with shame.

"Oh," he chimed in, fastening the pace, sensing her arousal, "lucky for us, I've muffled the building. I have a feeling someone might be screaming soon."

Damn it! She was giving in! Despite her resistance to letting him see her enjoyment, her pride seemed to have vanished, and as she groan and arched her back, she felt indeed a shameless slut. And she was liking it.

"Focus, Pen, focus please!" she thought in a last desperate attempt.

Garreth on the other hand didn't care, he steadied himself pinning one hand on the counter and started to pump with more vigor, soft moans and harsh sounds escaping his mouth, grinding in faster, longer and merciless.

Penelope clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as another powerful thrust shattered the table beneath her, causing her hips to smash against it in what should have been a painful blow. But her body was betraying her once more, as the only thing she could feel were shivers of pleasure coursing through her.

The boy behind her moaned again, in what seemed like a low, coarse throaty sound as he sank deeper into her, keeping her in place with a hand on her lower back.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus once again, but her mind and her body felt completely disconnected, unable to cooperate in what should be a desperate situation.

As another thrust hit her harder, her body shuddered and her mind played with the sudden desire to move together with him. No, it was not working.

She opened her eyes again and as a faint ray of moonlight seeped through the dirty greenhouse windows above her, a shining glimpse caught her attention. This time, it was not his Patronus.

Curiosity piqued, she turned around, trying to command her body to follow her orders distracting herself from the overwhelming feeling of being so filled and stretched.

As soon her eyes lended on the dirty counter next to her, she widened her gaze. Fear washed over her.

It was the vial, that vial. Just empty.

Damn!

If few drops of that thing turned her body in that needy mess, how much could a full vial do?

And he had drank all of it!

She was trapped, trapped in that bloody greenhouse, forced to satisfy the pleasure of the Deputy Headmistress nephew for Merlin knew how long…

That's why he was always asking for more. He didn't need to rest, he didn't need anything to refill his lust.

She tried to shake him off, but she knew she was only making him more excited, plus, she could feel she was really close herself to reach her peak.

She didn't know how that potion worked, but the merely graze of the soft fabric of her panties against her sensitive clit, was making her losing her mind.

Combined with the brushing of her nipples against her shirt and the hard counter under her, she knew she could not resist any longer and soon she started to feel something coiling in her stomach, and small waves of pleasure starting to rise from deep within her pussy.

Fuck, she was coming. Hard.

She tried not to moan, but it was almost impossible, the waves coming and going faster, each time more powerful, than the last one. What the hell was in that vial?

She closed her eyes shut, as her orgasm mounted, relentless in its bliss, submerging her in its powerful tides. She didn't care anymore if that lunatic had taken advantage of her, she didn't mind, he was giving her something far beyond her grasp, something she had never experience before.

She felt her skin melting under Garreth's touch as he grabbed her ass, ready for another release as he was also coming again, his Patronus pulsing, its light filtering through her closed lids.

Her mind swayed as she bumped against the counter, her heart hammering against her chest, as her thighs were shivering furiously from his thrusts and her overwhelming orgasm.

Completely at his mercy, she dived in.

She was tightening and clenching and pulsing, and moaning for what seemed like minutes on end. The sensations began to recede gradually, like the waves of the sea withdrawing after a tempest.

He had been her tempest.

Had it been normal encounter, she might have thanked him, eagerly begging for more, but this was far from normal. And after the first stupor, she find herself livid with anger.

"How are you doing little one?" his voice was strained, out of breath again, she had to give him credit, he had a great stamina and powerful thighs.

She felt his hand sliding down her ass, as he slowly pull out of her, his cum dripping on the floor and her heated and bruised skin.

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction to know he had given her the time of her life, so she fell silent.

"I bet you're enjoying yourself down here," he jested and as his hand lowered, she tensed, closing her legs shut, she didn't want him to touch her, as he was seeking something that clearly wasn't there.

His fingers slid from her butt, infiltrating down again, then he stopped, he cussed under his breath and suddenly retreated.

"Fuck! I have to go."

Penelope opened her eyes, looking around in confusion. What was happening?

She sensed another source of light coming from a bigger hairy form, another Patronus?

"I haven't finished with you," Garreth murmured, his voice tensed while quickly recomposing himself, cleaning his shaft from the oil, the cum and her juices with a flick of his wand.

"Just try, you'll never find me," she provoked him, her voice sour, but as soon as she had pronounced them, she felt him tapping her ass with his wand.

"Ligato voluptatem,"

Something soft and cold grazed at her skin moving between her legs, like a silky lining, it enveloped her clit, entering in her pussy.

Shortly after her wrists were freed, she quickly turned and leaning against the counter, covered herself with her cloak, hoping to conceal from him the fact that she wasn't a boy. Her thighs still quivering form the overwhelming orgasm.

She saw him moved around, collecting his things, a bag from the ground and some other vials, now that his Patronus was gone, the greenhouse was darker than ever, ominous even.

He paused midway through the building, turning to fix her with his intense emerald gaze, a stark contrast to the half-smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, I don't need to find you; I only have to wait," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"What did you do?" she asked, her voice tense and high-pitched with fear.

"I've cast a little hex on you," he explained shrugging lightly, as if nothing, "see, you'll never be able to pleasure yourself again," he continued coming closer, rising his gaze on her face. With a mischievous grin, he tilted his head, sensing her growing discomfort as his words sank in.

The danger in his tone was evident, and Penelope felt like something cold washing over her, he wasn't joking.

"My touch is the only one your body will crave, slowly driving you insane day by day. It might not be tomorrow or even next week, but I'm certain you'll come to me, overwhelmed with longing and begging for a relief I'll be the only one to concede." he explained, his voice a confident low purr, full of devilish expectation.

"I've never heard of it," she mumbled, struggling to steady herself. She leaned against the counter for support, feeling her legs weaken for a very different reason this time.

"It's not illegal if nobody knows about it. Just a little gift from my dear brother," he jested, brushing his messy curls away from all over his face.

He adjusted his bag over his shoulder, reaching inside to retrieve something. With a swift movement, he tossed a small bottle toward her.

"Murtlap essence. You'll need it if you're planning on returning to your dorm tonight on your feet," he said scornfully.

Casting a final, defiant glance her way, he navigated past another Flitterbloom plant near the greenhouse entrance and disappeared beyond the door, into the night.

Alone now, Penelope tried to gather her scattered thoughts. She quickly dressed, collected her tools, and retrieved her wand. Moving quietly, despite the discomfort in her lower back, she made her way towards the stairs leading to building number 4 and her secret passage.

As she landed on the wooden floor of the Herbology corridor, her heart still raced, her mind grappling with the recent events.

She just wanted to go back to her bed and forgot everything.

For the first time in four years she forgot to feed Vinny.

As she made way out of the corridor, she cast a look at the vial with the Murtlap essence still in her grasp, had he really hexed her? She was uncertain of her next steps, but one thing was clear: she wouldn't let this go.

He would pay for what he had forced upon her that fateful night.

She wasn't down for the full Weasley treatment.

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