#darling shear

[bratzforchris]

Once Upon a Dream

Summary: A drunken Amazon purchase leads to you and Chris trying something new and more...royal

Pairing: Dom!Chris x girly!princess!reader

Warnings: Smut, princess!roleplay ♡, pet names (princess, darling, my lady), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, backshots, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!!), kinda breeding kink (?), overall just porn without much of a plot<3

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Girly!reader is BACK BITCHES. Reader is sort of based off of/her outfit is based off of Aurora, but as always, this work is POC friendly<3 Enjoy!!

You had never been the type of girl to try anything…different when it came to your sex life. Maybe some would call you vanilla, but Chris was your first serious boyfriend and as active as you two were in the bedroom, you were still a bit hesitant to try anything overly “out there”. Your boyfriend never, ever pressured you, but you also knew that he was a bit more experienced than you were, and that he was also very much into the “lady on the streets, freak in the sheets” act. 

You were drawn out of your thoughts when the doorbell to your and Chris’ home rang. You stood up off the couch, straightening your pink-and-white striped Victoria’s Secret robe. Chuckling and shaking your head as you padded to the door, a clear image of a drenched, shaking Chris standing on your front porch as the rain pounded against the windows because he forgot his keys again. Much to your surprise, it was not, in fact, your lover on the other side of the door. Instead, all that was there was a box from Amazon and a deliveryman who was already hurrying back to his truck, eager to escape the weather. 

Picking up the box, you raised a brow at your name on the label. You didn’t remember ordering anything, but then again, Chris could’ve accidentally used your account. You shrugged and carried the box into the kitchen, eager to see what was inside regardless. You quickly used your pink kitchen shears to cut through the tape and box, your heart swelling when you saw a gorgeous pile of pink lace, glitter, and tulle inside the box. You pulled the item out of the box and practically gasped at what you saw. 

It was a tiny, lingerie bodysuit. The corset ribbing was covered in glitter and pretty lace, while the pink, tulle miniskirt puffed out. It was almost like a mini, sexier version of Aurora’s pink dress from Sleeping Beauty. The set even came with small, lacy, white gloves and a tiny, silver tiara studded with little diamonds. Now that you knew what was inside the box, you had a vague memory of ordering the set last week after Tara Yummy’s one million party, at which you’d had slightly too much to drink. You immediately ran to your bedroom to try the set on, abandoning the box on the kitchen counter. Your soul focus now was what Chris would think of your new look. You had thongs and sexier bras, sure, but you’d never worn something like this. 

You quickly pulled the outfit, if it could even be called that, on, looking at yourself in the mirror of your white vanity where you sat to do your makeup every morning. Even though this was truly the first piece of lingerie you’d ever worn, you knew you looked good. Scratch that, better than good. Your ass hung out the slightest bit under the skirt, but overall, the outfit hugged your body better than the white gloves on your hands. Chris had told you when two had first started dating that he loved how feminine you were, and even now, you knew that the princess dresslike bodysuit and dainty tiara would turn him into an animal. 

Despite the rain pounding against the roof, you heard Matt’s car pull into the driveway, finally dropping your lover home after a long day of filming. You quickly slicked some glittery, pink gloss across your plump lips in the mirror of your vanity before hurrying onto your shared bed. As you began to kneel on the silky, pink sheets, eagerly waiting for Chris to come into the bedroom, you could feel your wetness beginning to soak through the bodysuit, ideas of what your boyfriend was going to do to you coursing through your veins. 

You could hear Chris puttering around the kitchen, chuckling to himself about the leftover remains of your package. He knew you loved to shop, especially online, so the empty box came as no surprise to him. Once you heard him walking closer towards your bedroom, calling out your name, you began to whimper and pout your lips, probing an extra feminine aire. 

“Are you in…” Chris trailed off as his eyes went wide at your erotic look. “Hello.”

“Hi handsome,” You practically purred as Chris eyed you up and down hungrily. “You looking for someone to save?”

Chris’ eyes went wide at the innuendo, the tent already growing in his pants at the sight of you like this. “Come here, darling,”  he beckoned, smirking as the skirt flounced across your ass as you walked towards him. “This is new, but I can’t say I’m mad about it.” the brunette said, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he kissed you roughly, his teeth nipping your bottom lip. 

You moaned involuntarily, which allowed Chris to slip his tongue into your mouth, his own fighting yours for dominance as he kissed you roughly. After a moment, your boyfriend pushed you to your knees gently, undoing his belt directly after. 

“Did you get lost on your woodland walk, little princess?” Chris teased. “Think a knight’s gonna save you?”

By now, he had gotten you all the way on your knees, your pouty, glossy lips and doe eyes looking up at him as he shoved his jeans and plaid boxers down. Chris ran his hand up and down his length a few times, letting out noises that made the pool between your legs dampen. Finally, he thrust his cock towards your mouth, a little sneer on his face as he knocked the tiara off your head. 

“How lucky am I to take the innocence from a princess, hmm?” Chris asked as you began to suck him off, tongue swirling around his tip as you took him deeper into your throat. “What do you think your kingdom would think of this, my lady? Watching you suck my dick like a fuckin’ whore?”

You whimpered and moaned, drooling running down your lips and puddling with your lip gloss as Chris’s dick hit the back of your throat. Your boyfriend was letting out erotic moans as you ran your tongue against the underside of his cock, head thrown back as he bucked his hips towards your face. His length was only continuing to grow as you sucked him off, always loving the way you deepthroated him like a queen. 

“Oh god…’m gonna cum,” Chris panted, chest heaving as the need to climax built in his stomach.  “Better swallow like a good girl, princess.”

You nodded as Chris let his orgasm overtake him, hot ropes of his cum shooting down your throat as he did so. You pulled off his cock with a pop, licking your lips and giggling at the combination of his cum, your drool, and strawberry lip gloss that coated your chin. 

“Who knew that such a darling girl could be so freaky?” Chris tsked, abandoning his pants all the way followed by his shirt. “Gonna go have your coronation in the same dress you got fucked like a slut in?”

You blushed as Chris helped you up, pushing your back against your vanity. “I don’t mind being ruined.” You whispered in a shy, feminine way, still a little unsure of yourself. 

“Oh I can tell,” Chris chuckled, thrusting his hand between your thighs and beginning to rub slow, agonizing circles on your clit through the fabric of your lingerie. “That’s not very princesslike now is it?”

You moaned, bracing yourself against the vanity as your thighs clenched. “P…please, Chris. Need you in me.” You whimpered softly, looking up at him through your lashes. 

The brunette continued to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you throw your head back with a harsh moan, your hair cascading down your shoulders. You were practically putty in Chris’ hands as he undid your outfit, pulling it off your body and throwing it somewhere onto the floor. Before you knew it, your boyfriend had turned you around so that your hips were pressing into the vanity. Gripping your chin, Chris lifted your head so that you were looking into the mirror. It was absolutely filthy; you bent over your vanity like a slut while Chris’ cock pressed into your ass from behind, his large hand gripping your jaw as he forced you to look at yourself. 

Without another warning, he slammed into you from behind, moaning loudly. “God, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” 

“Chris…oh…” You whimpered as he sped his thrusts up. You rutted your ass back to meet his dick, crying out when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. “Feels so good.”

“This little princess pussy is all mine, huh?” In the mirror, you could see Chris smirking as he railed you from behind, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, combined with both of your erotic noises echoing throughout the room. 

The only coherent words falling from your lips as Chris fucked you was the sound of you moaning and whimpering his name repeatedly. Every so often, he would pull out, only to tease you and slam back into you with even more force. Your lower stomach was beginning to ache with the need to cum, the image of you and Chris in the mirror of your girly vanity turning you on even more. 

“Cum with me?” You begged your boyfriend, pouting your lips as you panted. “Want you to fill me up.”

Chris chuckled at that, feeling the way your cunt clenched around his dick. Just as he felt your orgasm overtake you, he gripped your hips roughly, enjoying his own release as his seed coated your walls. Your chest heaved as you practically laid against your vanity, legs shaking. Your thighs were beyond slick with the combination of your and your boyfriend’s cum.

“Who knew that such a sweet, darling princess could be such a dirty girl?” Chris chuckled, picking you up softly and walking towards your ensuite bathroom. 

You whined against his chest, cheeks flushing now that the scene was finished. “Shut up.” You grumbled cutely. 

“I know what I’m doing later.” he hummed, starting the shower so that you could both clean up. 

“What’s that?” You asked shakily, your body still tight as you came down from your high. 

“Buying more princess outfits.”

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[sweet-honey-fruit]

Honey-baka, indulge my request for Arlecchino to give her female lover cunnilingus! 😠 Only if you want! Not that I care! 😤 If... If you would be so kind as to grant my request? 🥺👉👈

Your wish is my command! I went ahead and added a couple of other harbingers as a bonus. I’m also trying out a new format!

Harbingers Eating You Out

w/ Arlecchino, Childe, Dottore x afab!reader

Warnings: absolute pussy devouring, dirty talk, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, bondage, begging, semi-public

!Everything is consensual! MINORS DNI!

Arlecchino —

The way her tongue laid flat against your core sent you to the archons above. Her hand pressed down on your stomach to hold you down, to make you feel every ounce of pleasure she was willingly giving you. Your hips rolled in a futile attempt to get her impossibly closer. You groaned when her hand pressed down harsher, forcing you to stay still.

“Now now, only those who behave get rewarded,” Her tongue flicks over your clit, “You know that, don’t you?”

She sounds condescending, words bittersweet but her tongue feels like honey. You can only nod against the bed as the sensations build up. It was messy, so messy as she went back to flicking her tongue over your clit. Your legs quivered under the feeling. Your juices flowed down her throat like a sweet drink, and she wasn’t stopping till she took every single drop.

“Arlecchino- ah-!” You moaned out her name like a prayer, your hand instinctively gripping her hair and pulling. She moaned against you in response, picking up the pace. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you and her diligent fingers circle your clit.

“Fuck,” You moaned. Your hips bucked against hers shearing hot pleasure blanketed your body. Your cum coats her face and she’s eager to lick it up. She only lets out a beautiful groan with her lips wrapped around you. Her hand on your stomach moves to your thigh, rubbing gentle circles around it. Desperately you grind your hips down onto her tongue as she lets you ride out the waves of pleasure with gentle moans of her name and heavy breathing. Your body convulsed and shuddered with pleasure when she finally lifted her head, panting slightly. Finally, she pulls away with an audible pop, and you can hear her laugh at your adorable fucked out face. You reached for her face, wanting to kiss her breathless lips. With a smug grin plastered across her face, she kisses you, letting you get a taste of yourself.

“There you go darling,” She whispers against your lips. Her hand slips between your legs, inserting a finger into your overtly sensitive hole that makes you jolt and moan, “Let us see how long you can last.”

★☆ ﹒☆★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★

Childe —

He’s relentless with the way his mouth selfishly devours your aching pussy. It was chaotic and rough and it made you see stars. Your hands grip his desk as a way to ground yourself, even just slightly. The elegant wood was painful for your naked body but you couldn’t care when Childe was pleasing you oh so well. His tongue was so talented and hot and so good—you were losing yourself in the bliss of feeling so devoted. You could feel the heat of his breath on your soaked cunt and he sucked harder at your clit which made your moans more intense than before. Childe wasn’t stopping though. No, he wasn’t going to stop till he had you shaking and begging, nothing but an incoherent mess.

Your hand gripped tighter at the desk and you felt like you were floating, the desk failing at its job to ground you. Your back arched into him and you moaned louder while he spread open your pussy and licked up your juices. He was so fucking good at everything, at making you feel like a puddle for him and him alone. You wanted to scream out your pleasure into the air but you couldn’t, not when his office is in one of the busiest parts of the palace.

“Go on, be loud,” His words are muffled, not bothering to stop gliding his hot tongue over your hole, “No one is going to dare stop us.”

You let out another soft moan and you feel a warm wetness pooling from the slit and sliding down onto the dark wood under you. Your legs shook and your knees buckled beneath you as his fingers teased the inside of your walls, pushing and pressing until you were close enough to orgasm.

“I can’t- I can’t- that’s embarrassing,” Your words are cut short by his fingers thrusting in harder and right up against the spongy part within your velvety walls, his mouth shucking on your clit gently.

“I said..” His other hand grips your hip, pulling you down more onto his fingers and tongue, “Be. Loud.” His voice had a slight growl to it, and his eyes held no room for argument. You let yourself go unrestrained, practically screaming out his name in a pornographic way that was sure to have echoed down the hallway. You let yourself come completely undone, cumming hard around his skillful tongue. He cleaned it up loudly, slurping overshadowing your quiet moans and pleas for him to stop. It fell on deaf ears though as he still has yet to halt his fingers spreading you open, tongue filling in the space that wasn’t occupied by his digits.

“We’re not stopping till you learn to listen to me, my beloved slut.”

★☆ ﹒☆★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★

Dottore —

Each movement is done in a way that is precise, experimental. Each flick of his tongue, each brush of his hand; it’s done in a way to see how you react. Your hands are tied behind your back in a pretty royal blue. He wanted his experiment to be successful after all, he can’t have you interfere.

You squirmed, your eyes rolling back when his hot tongue glided over a particularly sensitive spot. The moan that is brought out of your parted lips made his ruby eyes drift up to look at you. He didn’t stop, continuing to abuse that spot and eliciting more mesmerizing moans from you. His eyes are dark and piercing, they make your knees weak and make you even wetter.

“Mmnnghh,” You whimper, trying to pull at the ropes in an attempt to feel him. His mouth pulls away from your body to lick at his lips. “You taste divine,” His voice was low, husky and smooth. It made the haze in your head heavier, mumbling nonsense. His eyes were still locked onto yours, and you couldn’t tear yourself away.

“Would you like me to continue? To keep you here and make you my personal test subject,” You nodded vigorously, and he laughed. A throaty, deep chuckle that sent vibrations through your spine and set your heart racing.

“Of course you do, look at you, a mindless slut. How beautiful,” His teeth scrape at your inner thigh as he spoke, sending waves of goosebumps down your entire body. The sensation sent shivers of excitement coursing through your veins. “What do you think I should do with you, hmm? Should I do this,” His finger thrusts inside your needy hole. “Or this,” His fingers curl into you and press deeper. You gasp, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as you feel a burst of tingly pleasure shoot up your body. He’s so good to you. So good at making you feel like you belong to him. At making you want to be nothing more than his plaything to use.

“Such a good test subject, behaving for me.” His lips wrap around your clit, letting his tongue flick over the sensitive bud. He licks it slowly, savoring it, before thrusting his fingers up. He has every inch of you mapped out, knowing exactly where to touch to fall apart. To make you let out a strangled moan with his name being mumbled out. He works you open up for him. His mouth sucks at your nub, and your legs tremble underneath him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, the burning from the rope only adding to the added pleasure. You were desperate for more, wanting to grab his hair and fuck your dripping pussy into his face. Yet, you knew better than to step out of line.

You felt your orgasm creep up the back of your legs and up your body. Your breathing got heavier, moans got louder. There was a tremble to your legs that gave away all signs that you were so, so close. With a malicious grin and one last thrust into your hole, he pulls away. The blaring hot feeling dissipates in a disappointing cold.

“No, no no, please! Please Dottore I need it, I need it so bad!” You squirmed, hips grinding up to try and get any sensations they could, your pussy aching and begging for more stimulation. Instead, he laughed cruelly, placing a kiss just above your clit.

“Mmm…no, you don’t need it. You want it,” He leans his body over yours, leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline till he’s against the shell of your ear. His breathing is deep and ragged, his hips grinding against yours. His erection presses against your core, teasing you further. “There’s a distinct difference. The only way you’ll be able to cum is if I deem you worthy of such a gift. Now be a good little experiment and keep still while I fuck you.”

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[sanjisjuul]

Jealousy!

Summary:: Law's emo ass shows up and Sanji gets jealous

Cw: Cursing, penetration, pussy eating, kinda breeding i dont know its late

Major credits to @kibblz-n-bitz for helping me out ily

Word count: 4.4k

Mdni 18+

the slight sway of the ship relaxes you as you lay out on the deck. above lies pale blue skies, the sun radiates down through the atmosphere, warming your tanned skin as a soft breeze gusts past, sweeping your hair off of your shoulders. the day couldn’t be any more ideal, as the chatter from your crew served as pleasant background noise to the otherwise emptiness of your mind.

zoro rests by a nearby railing, muscular arms crossed as he takes his afternoon nap. nami is caring for her tangerine bushes. holding hedge shears, she’s smiling and laughing with robin as she waters her small yet vibrant flower garden. usopp and chopper sit cross legged on the lawn, engrossed in a board game. luffy sits between them, tongue poking out of his mouth as he studies their every move. franky is nowhere to be found, most likely toiling with a new gadget in his quarters. brook is perched on a bench by the lawn, horse haired bow sliding along his violin strings as he plays a soothing tune. 

these are the days you cherish, no conflict, no marines, no enemies. just the days you get to spend with your best friends. the days where everybody is gathered near and most importantly safe. you smile to yourself as you relax your eyes, resting your arms behind your head, breathing in a sigh of relief. you begin to loose track of time, focusing your senses the serenity of the sea, before you’re interrupted.

“y/n,” a whisper comes from beside you. you open one eye, your peripheral revealing your smiling boyfriend standing over you, casting a shadow. you sit up in your chair, eyes lighting up at the view his charming, handsome face.

“sanji,” you reach your arms out for him. he kneels down to your level, resting his head on your shoulder, as his arms wrap around your figure. his large hands glide up and down the small of your back as he takes in the sweetness of your scent, sunscreen paired with your favorite shampoo. 

“hi darling,” he whispers pressing a soft kiss into your shoulder before leaning back at an arms length, kneading your shoulders with his thumb. “i’m making some refreshments right now, would you like one?”

you smile in admiration, eyes wide as you stare up at your lover, “of course love, what did you make?” you rise to your feet, stretching your limbs and yawning loudly. you don’t miss sanji’s gaze as it rakes your body in its entirety. you’ve been dating for a while now, but that will never prevent him from admiring your beauty.

“your favorite,” he grins offering his hand for you to take. “raspberry iced tea.” you grasp his hand bringing it to your lips before you press a soft kiss his fingers. the cool metal of his rings causing a small shiver to chill your bones. “you know me so well.”

you stride hand in hand, following him towards the kitchen. just as he’s about to push the door open you hear a small racket coming from behind you. you snap your head around to find luffy, chopper, and usopp have abandoned their game. instead they are leaning over the railing of the ship, hollering and waving towards something in the near distance. you squint your eyes, just barely making out a yellow figure that slowly emerges from the sea. you release sanji’s hand, face lighting up as you bolt down the stairs. you almost skip towards where your crew mates gather, hanging your upper body over the rail alongside chopper. as you predict, it’s none other than the polar tang which means only one thing to you.

once the submarine fully surfaces, you direct your focus onto the front door. the doorknob jiggles for a moment before it’s swung open, revealing the familiar face of trafalgar law. you hear cheers from beside you, luffy jumps up and down calling out to the other captain, as chopper’s eyes light up at his entrance.

“tra-guy,” luffy bellows waving his arms back and forth dramatically as if law isn’t about 10 feet away. law rolls his eyes, before casting a room over the ship. you feel a gust behind you and all four of you pivot on your heels. law stands in front of you, long jacket open, revealing not only his tattooed torso, but the ab muscles etched underneath his skin. he adorns his signature irritated expression as he tsks under his breath. “straw hat-ya,” he speaks, avoiding eye contact all together.

“tra-guy!” luffy exclaims, marching towards him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for an embrace. law’s expression becomes visibly more frustrated at the closeness. “didn’t expect to see you here,” luffy chuckles, arm tightening around law’s larger figure. law tries his hardest to distance himself, face as far away from luffy’s as physically possible as luffy pats his back aggressively. “well, whatever the reason,” luffy starts. “no-“ law attempts, but luffy interrupts . “lets’s have dinner!, sanji, food!” luffy cheers disregarding any protests from the irate captain. you hear a grumble from sanji before the kitchen door is slammed shut.

with the help of franky’s craftsmanship both your crew and the heart pirates gather around a large table for dinner. once sanji places both silverware and the dishes on the table, the heaps of food follow. as always it looks delicious, a colossal pile of linguini sits in a bowl along with various seafoods mixed inside. you lick your lips as this is your all time favorite dish, especially when prepared by your talented boyfriend. 

luffy immediately stretches an arm,, grabbing the bowl and shoveling pasta onto his plate, leaving the rest of you to eye the bread on your otherwise empty plates. luffy is interrupted by a kick on the head by sanji, “leave some for the rest shithead,” he growls before snatching the bowl away and placing it back at the center of the table. luffy frowns, but soon forgets his agitation while he shovels the food he did manage to grab into his mouth. 

you peer in front of you, law sits directly across the table, his eye twitches irritatedly as he awaits his turn. you can’t help but stare at the captain. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive, and although you have a boyfriend, it’s not like you would ever cheat. plus with sanji’s antics you find no harm in looking. “y/n-ya,” your daze is broken as law glares at you, offering you the dish of pasta. you freeze, your breath hitching in your throat as you observe the way his tattooed fingers grip the porcelain. his icy eyes bore into yours as you reach a shaky hands up for the bowl, but you jump as it’s seized from his grasp. 

“let me,” sanji smiles. he scoops you a helping, before treating himself. “thank you baby,” you whisper before digging into your food. your eyes roll back at the flavor, nothing could ever compare to sanji’s cooking. the entire table is filled with only the sounds of chewing as everybody savors the meal in front of them. luffy wastes no time in grabbing seconds then thirds as everybody continues working on their first course. you finish your meal quickly, taking a small sip of water as you sit back in your chair. again, you focus your attention on law as he chews his meal. your eyes close in on his lips as he licks them clean after a bite. you feel a hand rest on your thigh and lightly squeeze, but you pay no mind as you continue to watch as he finishes his serving, leaving only the piece of bread in its wake. 

you hear the flick of sanji’s lighter beside you. he inhales the smoke from his cigarette and exhales it in front of him, letting the smoke cloud around law. “you gonna eat that?” sanji questions, pointing a finger at laws plate. law gazes up and makes eye contact with your boyfriend, “i don’t like bread,” he responds matter of factly before sipping the glass of water in front of him. sanji slams his hand on the table angrily, “i don’t give a shit,” he snaps, “you won’t waste food on this ship.” everybody falls silent around you as sanji’s eyes narrow. “i’ll take-“ luffy starts.

“no!” sanji yells slapping luffy’s outstretched arm, “he’s gonna eat it!” you reach your hand up and tug sanji’s arm, causing him to sit back in his chair. he doesn’t break his fiery gaze as you rise, snatching the bread off of law’s plate and eating it. “y/n,” sanji starts, disappointment laced in his voice, but he falls silent as you finish it. “see babe, no big deal,” you smile as you sit back in your chair. sanji takes a drag of his cigarette before aggressively putting it out on the ashtray besides him. “i guess not,” he says blankly, face expressionless. law breaks his gaze from sanji, rolling his eyes before speaking,,“thanks y/n-ya.” you feel heat rush to your cheeks, “no problem.”

dinner ends awkwardly, and everybody gathers on the deck. brook plays a tune on his violin as most dance and drink away. zoro sits alone, watching and smiling as he takes a sip from his sake. luffy, usopp, chopper, and franky dance away along with bepo, penguin, and sachi. robin and nami stand beside you as you sip on glasses of red wine. they converse, trying to get your attention, but it’s futile, your attention is once again trained on the captain of the heart pirates. he stands across the deck, leaning over the rail, long legs crossed as he peers up at the star filled sky.

your legs act before your mind does, as you don’t even bother to excuse yourself from the girls, and walk towards him. you approach him quietly, sipping from your glass. he turns to you briefly, before training his gaze back up to the sky. “i’m sorry about dinner,” you break the silence, “sanji can be a hot head sometimes, but he means well,” you smile. he merely hums in agreement, not tearing his eyes away from the view above.

you feel a pair of hands rest on your hips, before you’re turned around softly. sanji stands before you, his head leans down towards your level, “darling,” he smiles kindly, “i hate to ask, but i may need some help in the kitchen.” he presses a kiss into your forehead. you mirror his expression, “i thought i’d never see the day you ask for help,” you chuckle as he releases his grip on you. you follow sanji as he paces to the kitchen, oddly enough he doesn’t hold your hand as he usually does. you play it off as him being stressed. he does have to clean up after more than double the people as usual. 

he holds the door open for you as you enter. you halt and raise an eyebrow at the sight. the kitchen seems spotless, the table has no signs of previous use, there aren’t any dishes in the sink, and the counters are spotless. you open your mouth to question why he asked for help, but the sound of the door locking causes you to freeze.

you squeal as you’re lifted off the ground and swung over sanji’s shoulder. he marches down the hallway and into your shared bedroom before kicking the door shut so hard it almost fly’s off of its hinges. he softly rests you on the bed before hovering above you. he inhales his cigarette, flicking it to the floor and stomping it out beneath him before loosening his tie. you gawk as he leans over you, arms resting on either side of your head as he cages you in. 

“why?” he questions, hurt apparent in his eyes. you furrow your eyebrows, completely oblivious to what he was talking about. “huh?” you respond, gripping his forearm reassuringly. “don’t be so naive,” he starts, “you’ve been staring at him all night. am i not enough?” he grits his teeth. sanji practically seethes with anger above you as the heat from his body radiates onto yours. “i-.” he shakes his head, cutting you off, “don’t try to downplay it. this isn’t the first time this has happened.” you start to feel guilty, you didn’t expect sanji to pick up on your actions, but he clearly noticed, and it obviously hurts him. 

“sanji, baby no,” you start, cradling his face in your hands, “you are enough, i love you so much i would never.” you press a kiss into his forehead and you can feel his tense body relax under your touch. his face closes in on yours as he presses his lips onto yours.

your muscles previously taught, loosen beneath him as he tenderly kisses you. his lips cradle yours with admiration before he swipes his tongue past onto your lower lip. you part your mouth, granting his offering, mewling underneath him. his arm reaches for your leg, wrapping it around his torso, leaving no space between your bodies. you reach your hands up to his hair, your fingers tangle in his locks, as your tongues continue to fight for dominance. 

you gasp as his mouth leaves yours, immediately latching onto your exposed collar bones, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh. your leg tightens around his back, hands balling into fists as he grinds down onto you. you can feel him through his slacks, he’s warm and rock hard. “mine,” he growls, warm and wet tongue drawing a line from your collar bones up to your throat. “all mine,” he wraps his mouth around the skin, sinking his teeth in softly as he sucks hard, surely leaving a mark.

your body contracts, “that feel good?” he questions. you nod, lifting your hips to meet his as he repeatedly and slowly dry humps you into the mattress. his lips leave your neck and he cranes his head up to look at you. you audibly moan at the way he stares at you. the smallest rim of ocean blue surround the black of his blown pupils. his eyes reveal his emotions which are ones of lust, passion, and jealousy. 

he remains his eye contact as one of his hands slips past the hem of your shirt. he torturously slides his large hands up the expanse of your torso, starting at your hip, reaching your lower stomach, up your ribs, and landing on your bare breast. you hiss at the contact, the icy metal of his rings immediately stimulate your nipple, causing it to harden. his other hand follows , wasting no time to palm at your other breast. the tips of his fingers dance over your other hardened nub, refusing to give you what you want as he lightly flicks back and forth.

you’re pliable underneath him, squirming and whining at every feathery touch he gives you. he rarely teases you in this way, always giving you exactly what you want without asking. sanji has one rule and that is that he lives to serve you. however, that unwritten rule is tossed aside as he lets you crumble underneath him, patiently waiting for you to ask, to beg for it. 

the sensation of your juices flowing freely down your thighs puts you in a slight discomfort, but theres not much you can nor are willing to do. your mind clouds as he brings your nipples between his fingers, just barely tugging at the sensitive flesh, eliciting a strained moan from the depths of your chest. at this point you can’t handle his teasing, the faint whispers of his touch aren’t enough, you crave something more. “sanji,” you mewl, your tongue swiping the cracked skin of your bottom lip, “please touch me.” at your words he slowly removes his hands out from underneath your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps as the warmth of his flesh is replaced with the frigid night air.  he brings a hand up to your head, patting your disheveled hair from your face, before trailing his thumb down your jawline. he slows his movements upon reaching your chin, before trailing up and letting his thumb tug on your bottom lip. 

you freeze as his eyes scan your face, he’s searching for any signs of apprehension, to which there were none. you couldn’t be any more enthralled with the man leaning above you. nothing and nobody could compare to the immense joy and comfort he brings you. nothing could compare to the tingly feeling you get when he holds you, letting you rest your head on his chest as he sleeps peacefully beside you night after night. and nothing could compare to the way he satisfies you both mentally and physically, nobody could make you feel the way that he does. and although he’s aware of this, your actions previously in the day have him questioning it all, so he makes it his mission to remind you. to remind you that you’re his and he’s yours. 

you reach for his hands, interlacing your fingers with his, but are struck with a twinge of hurt when he stands up, slowly releasing your grip and letting your arms bounce back on the mattress. he continues holding eye contact, unreadable expression painting his features as he hovers over you. after what seems like hours, he lowers his gaze onto himself. he shrugs his suit jacket off, before untying his tie. he paces slowly over to the nearby desk, back turned to you he folds both pieces of clothing before placing neatly them down. he starts working on the buttons of his shirt, intricately popping each open before peeling the blue dress shirt off, placing it on top of the small pile.

you clench around nothing at the sight of his back, lean muscles of his biceps and deltoids ripple as he puts his hands in his pockets. he turns back towards you, silently eyeing you as he approaches. he resumes his position, leaning back over you, and this time you wrap both legs around him tightly, scared to let go. “my love,” he whispers, reaching down to pull your shirt over your head, freeing your breasts with a soft bounce. “let me remind you,” he tugs off your skirt, tossing it on the desk. “let me remind you how good i make you feel.”

any response you could come up with falls flat, your mind focuses on the hungry actions of your boyfriend who’s now positioned between your legs, kissing up and down the inners of your thighs. you attempt to squirm, but his firm grip holding your legs to the bed prevent any sort of movement. he licks a stripe up your left thigh, then right one, allowing himself to lick past your outer labia, but not where you need him the most. you’re sure he can see how much you crave him, there’s no way he can miss the way your slick seeps through the thin fabric of your panties, and coats your trembling thighs. 

his teasing halts, as he licks one last stripe, this time letting his tongue glide up your center and pressing a soft kiss to your clit. he releases his grip on your thighs, running his hands up your hot flesh and hooking his fingers around your panties, slowly pulling them down as he looks up at you. he stuffs your underwear in his trouser pocket, saving it for later, wasting no more time to dive into your sex. 

whimpers leave your parted mouth as he slowly licks up and down, making sure to flick his tongue against your clit every chance he gets. he groans into your cunt, the taste and aroma affecting him greatly as his cock twitches, beads of precum soaking his boxers. the vibration from his mouth reverberates through your pussy, causing fire to erupt throughout your entire being, and settling in your lower stomach.

his lips latch to your clit, pressing soft kisses paired with kitten licks in between, causing you to loose composure as your hips buck up into his mouth. sanji would take this over receiving any day. the way your flushed face contorts in utter pleasure is more than enough for him to get off to. not to mention the way you tremble, one hand clawing at the sheets as the other toys with your nipples it a sight to behold. he prefers it this way, after all theres nothing better than a satisfied lady.

you feel his finger prod at your entrance, his movements on your clit never seizing as he sinks his finger into you with ease. you whine as he tests the waters, steadily pumping in and out of you as to let you get used to the feeling. 

your core is boiling as he pumps his large finger in and out of you, hooking it up to hit your g spot each time. you’re already close, sanji knows your body better than his own. he’s studied any and all reactions you give him, keeping mental notes of what makes you feel good and what doesn’t. his expertise shows as he removes his finger from your entrance, his lips pressing one last kiss onto your clit before he grabs you by the hips, flipping you over on your stomach.

you cry out as he reinserts his finger, reassuming his previous pace while his tongue finds your clit once again. you sit up on your knees, back arching as he eats you out from behind. drool soaks your sheets, fingers twitching, and legs shaking as he works up his pace, rapidly licking you clean, and inserting another finger inside you.

“sanji,” you whine, your body starts convulsing, muscles twitching as he pulls your orgasm from deep within you. he only hums as a response, never daring to stop his actions in fear that your high will be ripped away. the rumble of his voice causes you to let go, mewling and crying as your orgasm overtakes your body. you come undone on his face, and although he tries to savor every last drop, your juices coat his beard and drip down his chin. you pant feverishly, arms working their absolute hardest to keep you upright as he laps you with his tongue.

he wraps his arms around your stomach, gently helping you lay down before kissing your shoulder tenderly. your hear the metal of his zipper slide down from behind you, the rustling of fabric follows before you feel his length rub your core. “you ready darling?,” he questions as he coats himself with your juices, shuddering at the warm feeling. you merely nod and whisper a small “yes please,” and he takes that as his cue to enter you.

he slowly grinds into you, stretching you to capacity as he bottoms out. he fucks you slow and deep, making you whimper every time his tip kisses your cervix. “my god,” he groans gripping the fat of your hips for leverage, “it’s like you’re made for me.” you struggle to respond, too lost by the fire that fills your body with each roll of his hips. his fingers dig into your plush skin, he grips you as if you’re about to melt away through his palms. 

to your surprise he picks up the pace, his hips speedily pounding you, the rough sounds of skin slapping satisfy him to the fullest. sanji isn’t the type to fuck hard and fast, he usually savors the moment for the longest he can, but you have awakened something inside of him. he wants you teary eyed, screaming his name for everybody to hear. he needs everybody to know you’re his, especially that emo fuck. 

and to his utmost pleasure, your whimpers turn into loud wails. shouts of his name leave your mouth, his cock churns your insides in the best way possible. “that’s right,” sanji smirks, arms snaking around your chest, bringing your back flush with his chest. his lips hover over your ear, causing shivers to traverse down your spine. “need to hear you, need to hear how good i make you feel,” he bites down on the shell of your ear, soft hands grip your breasts and tug your nipples through the tips of his fingers. “let everybody hear, don’t hold back.”

chants of his name are followed with profanity are spewed from your mouth as you try to cope with the immense pleasure he gives you. a loud knock on your door almost distracts you as you snap your head in it’s direction, but that doesn’t stop sanji. he can’t stop even if he tried, the way you suck him in leaves him pussy drunk, completely intoxicated by the spell you have him under. 

“gonna cum baby,” he grunts, his hips sputter as he jackhammers you. “want it inside, please,” you beg arm reaching up to his head, pulling it in the crook of your neck. sweat drips down both your bodies before you hear a loud hiss come from your boyfriend. with one last deep thrust, he keeps it in, filling you with his seed. the warm feeling of his cum coating your insides drives you insane, but also brings a new sense of closeness. his cock twitches as rope after rope of cum is pumped inside of you, his body pulsates as small whimpers leave his lips. 

you both gasp for air, his arm still tightly wrapped around you as he nuzzles his head into your hair. you cherish the moment as the seconds tick by. your sticky bodies in their most vulnerable state are glued together, the humid air surrounding was not only proof of what just happened, but a reminder of the passion you share for each other. 

he moves your hair off your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin, “i’m sorry,” he whispers a small apology nuzzling himself into your back. you part your lips to speak, but are cut off, “i just can’t stand the thought of you… being with someone else. you are my world.” he finishes, voice cracking at the end of his sentence. 

droplets of warm tears flow down his cheeks, dropping on your back and slowly sliding down. you muster up all your remaining strength, turning to face him. “hey,” you soothe, thumbs wiping the tears from his watery eyes, “you’re my world, i never want to picture a day where you aren’t mine. i love you sanji and only you.”

he sniffles, wide eyes meeting yours, “promise?” you lean in, kissing him softly on the forehead, “promise.”

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Astarion x Tav, Astarion x gn!Reader

Summary: In the midst of battle a stray fireball hits you causing damage to your hair. Your hair is part of your identity, losing it seem unimaginable. But it's just hair right?

Notes/Tags: Tav has curly hair (I have curly hair, this is purely self-indulgent, hurt/comfort, Astarion being a good partner

Word Count: 1.1k

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The delicate flakes crumble between your fingers like tiny wisps. You gaze into the porcelain sink, transfixed. Another pass of the brush sends singed strands cascading into the bowl.

"It's just hair."

Dropping the brush onto the counter, it bounces and clatters to the tiled floor. You don't bother to pick it up because all you can see is the stranger in the mirror. Red swollen eyes and chapped lips, blood splattered across their face. But what caught your attention was the strangers' hair; what were once long beautiful curls—the types of curls people envy after—were now choppy and uneven. Your face was framed with uneven fried tendrils, and the right half of your head was singed so close to your scalp that you're just now registering the painful burn that grazed your face.

"It's just hair."

It could have been worse. You've dealt with broken bones and stab wounds. Experienced moments where you'd be dead if magic did not course through Faerun. So why does this feel different? It was a simple fight. It was child's play for the party, just a couple of cultists. But you didn't see the halfling. At least not until his firebolt burnt half your hair off.

"It's just hair."

Karlach and Wyll tried to assure you that something could be done, that a new hairstyle could be salvaged with what's left of your hair. You disagreed and promptly ignored the two for the rest of the journey back to the Tavern. After you asked, Gale gave you his spare cloak, and you threw it over your head. You took the back stairway, too afraid to face the others. To face him.

Taking a deep breath, you pick up the pair of shears, the cold metal feeling daunting in your hand. You grab a chunk of hair with shaky hands and snip it off. You grimace, squeezing your eyes shut. Biting your lips hard, you force yourself not to cry, not now. Because if you cry now, you'll never be able to finish what needs to be done. But the tasks get hard the more hair clogs the porcelain basin.

Inch by inch, your best qualities and attractiveness are cut away because no one says how much they like your eyes or your skin. No, it's your thick curls and long hair. Hair. Your identity, your safety blanket, is now ruined because you didn't pay attention. Why were you such an idiot?

Tears blur your vision, and you throw the scissors with a scream. The mirror cracks, and you slide down the wall. Hugging your knees to your chest, you allow yourself to cry. Why bother anyway? A haircut isn't going to help anything.

"Tav?" Astarions's voice is concerned. He presses up against the door, and the handle jiggles against the lock.

You stiffened and pushed farther away from the door until your back hit the tub. You uselessly wiped the tears away. "I want to be alone." Your voice betrayed you, and you know Astarion will not be leaving.

"Darling," he sighs softly, and the door clicks open because, of course, it does. "The wizard mentioned…" Astarion trails off when another sob rolls through you.

He quickly drops to his knees and scoops you into his arms. Astarion cradles you against his chest, and you sob, crying as he rubs your back and kisses your face. He tells you he loves you until your wails are reduced to sniffles, and you have nothing to give. The two of you sit quietly in each other's embrace until Astarion speaks.

"Do you mind if I do something?"

Furrowing your brows, you nod hesitantly and allow Astarion to pull you to your feet and lead you to a chair outside the bathroom. He sits down and retreats to the bathroom to grab your brush and the shears. You curl in on yourself under Astarion's gaze.

"I'm very sorry this happened, love," he said, pressing a sweet kiss to the apple of his cheek. "I won't be able to undo the damage, but if you'll let me, I can even it out and get rid of the damage."

You reach for Astarion's hand, and tears trickle down your cheeks. "Do what you need to do."

He works in silence, and you have nothing to say; the only sound that breaks the room's stillness is your sniffles and the sound of the shears. You try to ignore the sight of your curls falling to the ground, but the pile keeps growing. When Astarion finishes up with the back of your head, he moves to the front and begins to fix your bangs and tackle the right side of your head. His lips are in a concentrated pout as he intently layered your hair.

After what felt like an eternity, Astarion stands up, dusting your hair off your shoulders. You're on your feet and rushing to the floor-length mirror across the room. You freeze midstep just before the mirror; swallowing hard, you fist your shirt.

At first look, you're genuinely startled; it takes you a moment to recognize yourself—your face, skin, eyes, mouth, everything all the same. But your hair is so drastically different it's like you're a different person. Once down to your mid-back, the hair sat just above your shoulder, gentle curls falling in ringlets. Strikingly, half the hair was shaved, giving the whole look a sharp edge. It was much thinner than before, and you felt somehow lighter. It didn't look bad, but you weren't sure how you felt.

"What do you think?" Astarion whispers from behind you, reflection absent in the mirror.

You raise your hand and run it through the curls; they jump back up upon release. Turning around, you look up at him. "Do you think it looks good?" You redirect, not knowing how to answer his question.

Astarion smiles and pulls you in by the waist. Cupping your jaw, he gives you a sensual kiss that has you melting. He quickly pulls away, "I am quite a magnificent hairstylist. It's just another of my many talents."

You shove him, and Astarion laughs brightly. You try to move away, but Astarion tightens his grip. "My love, your hair is just a small part of you. You could have all your hair fall out this instant, and I would find you just as beautiful."

"Really?" He nods, and you tackle him with another kiss. Gods, you loved this man.

"Though I would certainly miss pulling your curls when I-"

"Astarion!"

"Did I forget to mention this look suits you very well. Make you look positively delectable." And then your lost in each other.

So... yeah this is kinda what I wish I had when I cut my hair. Not that I burnt my hair off but after i cut my hair, all I heard was how people miss my curls, and that I shouldn't have cut it. Got me thinking about if my hair was really that important. I don't know what i'm trying to say anymore........

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I’m not done with you yet….darling~

Alastor x Reader -Part 2- (NSFW)(MDNI)!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, blood kink, bondage, slight S&M, Dom/Sub, rough rutting, mate marking, leash play/ownership, slight degradation, praise kink, body worship, ass worship, cock worship, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial

Other Tags: Fluff, Angst

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Hello there all you wayward sinners! This is your host Alastor tuning in! And welcoming you to Part 2 of this scandalous fic! Enjoy my darlings~❤️

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

Charlie’s tour was very detailed and informative. She is really proud of her work she has done here and it shows in her presentations. She would show me every nook and cranny in this hotel; explaining everything that went into making it become a reality. She especially was excited about the rooms and how every single room was designed for extreme comfort. She wanted every guest here to feel like they’re in heaven while on the path to heaven. Her enthusiasm was definitely contagious as I couldn’t help but feel excited about staying here. She finally stopped in front of a door almost near the end of the corridor. She takes out a key and unlocks the door; opening it to show what’s inside. “This is now your new room (Y/N)! I really hope it’s to your liking.” She does tiny hops in place; excited about your opinion on how the room looked. It was very spacious with a huge luxurious bed; draped in shear black curtains that are attached to the roof being held by the bed posts. The wooden frame was a burgundy brown; details resembling as of something that came out of royal Victorian era. The bedspread’s design was simple black silk sheets paired with black silk pillowcases to match. A Victorian like dresser placed against the wall near the door, and on the other side of the room was a pretty big Victorian like wardrobe as well. Adjacent to the wardrobe was another door that lead to the bathroom. The bathroom itself had a more modern look to it compared to the bedroom. Marble topped sink with the cabinet underneath was black along with the faucet and handles. A big mirror right above the sink showing the reflection of the black towel rack attached to the wall. A small black medicine cabinet was just right above the toilet. Then the shower itself is a walk-in with grey tiles and jet black, square like shower set. There was even a little bench built into the wall.

“Alrighty! That’s the end of the tour! I really hope you enjoy your stay here. And…sorry about earlier? I honestly have no idea why Alastor was messing with you specifically. He’s literally unpredictable. So if you feel like you’re in any danger…just let me know ok?” Charlie then gives me a reassuring pat on the back; giving a smile that in hopes will give some clarity. “Of course. I will let you know right away if I do feel uncomfortable in anyway.” She smiles wide; feeling relief that didn’t drive me off out of the hotel. “Well I’ll let you get settled in. Do let me or Vaggie know if you need anything else ok?” I give a thumbs up and a simple got it as she took her leave; closing the door behind her. I sigh heavily; finally I can relax after that experience today. Especially with Alastor. I don’t know what he meant by the things he said, but it definitely had predatory intent behind it. I need to stay away from him as much as possible; just in case he decides to make me his next meal. But there’s this little voice in the back of my head telling me to figure out why. Why would I risk getting eaten just to find out why he acted in a manner?! I really must have a death wish!! For now I need some sleep. I’ll be able to think more clearly about what I want to do after a good nights rest. But I gotta shower first before anything else. I proceed to the bathroom once again; sliding the glass door open and turning on the water; feeling the temp making sure it’s the perfect before stepping in. Happy with the heat of the water, I start to strip starting with my top; raising it over my head and onto the floor. Then I start to unbutton my jean shorts eventually sliding them down to the floor as well. As I was about to unclasp my bra, I felt this sudden chill up my spine. It almost felt like something was watching me, which made me unconsciously cross my arms over my chest; feeling rather exposed. I turn around to look into the bedroom, but there was no one there. Maybe I’m still paranoid about what happened today. Alastor maybe be unpredictable, but he’s still a gentleman. I shut the door to the bathroom hoping that was the reason of the paranoia. I’ve gotten completely nude as I walk in to the shower; sighing as the warm water hits my skin. I definitely needed this.

I finish with my shower, stepping back into the room with a towel on my head and around my body. I proceeded to the dresser and open it to find that Charlie did indeed cater to every detail. The dresser is packed full of clothes to wear, and they all look to be my size too. I pull out a white crop top and black sleep shorts along with a pair of black panties. I finish drying and proceed getting dressed for sleep. As I get under the covers, placing my head on the pillows, I couldn’t help how fast sleep took me.

The next morning I sat up in bed; yawning and stretching my back out hearing it crack a couple of times. I slept pretty peacefully last night; I must of been tired. I slowly get out of bed and walk towards the dresser again. I go through everything pulling out a black spaghetti strap tank top and a black cropped hoodie. I pair them with some black distressed jean shorts; looking at myself in the mirror. Cute! Heading out the room, closing the door behind me, I walk down the corridor yawning again as I make my way all the way to the dinning room where everyone was eating breakfast. I look around there was no sign of Alastor anywhere; which is good cause I don’t to stress out first thing in the morning. As I walk towards the table sitting down, Charlie perks up at me “Good morning (Y/N)! Did you sleep well? Sorry we missed you at dinner last night, but I’d figured you need some rest.” I smile as I put together my plate of what’s on the table such as eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, and a couple of biscuits. I was starving since not having dinner yesterday. “Thank you! I really need that sleep. I was completely drained after yesterday.” Angel snickers at my comment, then leaning his cheek against his hand while his arm is propped on the table. “Oh I bet you were~” Vaggie then punches him in the shoulder causing him to hold and rub the spot she hit with an ouch. “Angel! Not ok!” she says as crossing her arms. “Whaaat?~ I’m just kidding around jeez!” Angel then goes back to his breakfast with Vaggie apologizing for his behavior. “It’s ok Vaggie! It was funny.” I reassured her as Angel gave me a smirk “I think we gonna get along just fine~” he gives me a playful wink as I giggle. Angel was really funny, and just honestly good company to be around as well.

After breakfast everyone went their separate ways again cause the group activities won’t start until tonight before dinner like yesterday. But this time Angel and Cherri pulled me to the side “Heya toots! Since group won’t start until tonight how’s about a day out with us? Cherri and me are planning to go shopping and hit up a few clubs if ya interested~” I was actually excited that they would invite me out. This wasn’t so bad of a decision after all if I get to hang with these two. “Sure! I love to!” Angel and Cherri then wrap them arms around my shoulders; leading me out the door “That’s awesome! We’re gonna get fucked up tonight!” Angels adds as Cherri pumps her fist in the air “Let’s go fuckheads!! Tonight is gonna be wild!!”

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

Sitting on the balcony, quietly sipping my morning coffee; I overhear voices down below as I glance down to see what’s going on. To my surprise I see (Y/N) with the two delinquents leading her out of the hotel. Why in hell would she want to be around them? They think fun is to defile yourself in expense cause someone paid them to do it, or indulge in narcotics. I watch as they walk down the path and for a brief moment, (Y/N) looked back and we both locked eyes; knowing we can’t pretend that we didn’t see each other. As we locked eyes, her face turns red again and she quickly turns her head back around; trying to walk away faster. I didn’t even have to say anything this time and she still got flustered. I chuckle softly, thinking that was rather….cute how easily flustered she got. I faceplam myself “What am I thinking?” I really need to stop this. For some god awful reason, this season has gotten out of hand; it’s making me think things that’s not like me. I really need to be careful now. Just even catching a glance at her will set these wretched thoughts running through my mind. Maybe hosting a little podcast will clear my head. Yes that’s what I need! Gotta keep my mind on other topics instead of her should do the trick.

A few hours goes by, as of now it’s 8pm; almost time for group again. Today went pretty smoothly with another great podcast in the books if I do say so myself. As I sit in my tower, sipping on the freshly brewed chamomile tea; I hear voices again outside. It must be them coming back after a day filled with who knows what. I set my cup down; standing up to walks towards the window only to see of course; all three are coming back to the hotel….DRUNK! Obviously Charlie is not gonna be happy about this. But, I need to stay out of this for the sake of my sanity. If I honestly have any left by tonight.

I can hear distant yelling downstairs as I continue to finish my tea, whilst I read my book. I’d figured things would go south; guessing group is canceled for tonight. Honestly, that is definitely for the best. I really can’t risk anymore thoughts invading my mi-. My thoughts were cut off by a knock on the door. It might be Charlie wanting to inform me of the cancellation of group tonight. Setting my cup down again, I make my way towards the door; opening it expecting Charlie only to end up being (Y/N). Oh no….(Y/N) is at my door! Well isn’t this lovely! I really don’t need this right now! Yet here she is at my door….“Why hello darling! To what do I owe this….pleasant visit from you?” (Y/N) then makes her way into my radio tower “I need to talk to you…sir” she says slurring her words a bit. She’s definitely drunk and now she wants to talk to me? This is very undignified like, having a drunk woman in my presence when I should be pushing back out so she can go to her room. “Whatever is it my dear, can it wait until tomorrow when you’re…fully aware of what you’re doing?” She takes a seat in my chair, crossing her legs doing so “Not really. I won’t remember nor will I have the courage to even talk to you if I did.” Aha! So she wanted to get this way just to talk to me? Ugh! this is off to a great start. Just let her vent whatever she wanted to say and get her out as quickly as possible. “Well as long as you make it quick my dear. I do have some errands to run before calling it a night.” She chuckles while propping her arm on the arm rest and resting her cheek in her palm. “I think your “errands” can wait…..Mr. Radio Demon.” Oh~ this almost sounded like a threat. Does she dare to challenge me? No has ever challenged me and got out of it alive. She must have some sort of goal to reach; better not make it so easy for her to obtain of course. “Oh can they my dear?….you know for your second day here you’re….not really leaning towards the path of redemption.” She lets out a hardy laugh “And by the way you greeted me yesterday, you didn’t sound like you were on the path to redemption either.” I in turn give a hardy laugh back.

“That’s because I’m not here for redemption. I’m only here to be the hotel’s manager as I watch the scum of hell try to climb up to the hill of betterment; only to watch them fail spectacularly.” (Y/N) then gets up from the chair and slowly sashays towards me. “So you must be getting a kick out of what I did tonight then?” She stops just mere inches from me. She gives me this sinister smirk “What is she planning?” I thought to myself as I prepare my next words “Honestly, yes I am. I had a feeling you were gonna be entertaining. Turns out I was right as always~” She pokes at my chest “You know you think you’re hot shit Alastor, but I can see right through your bullshit.” I chuckle darkly; she really does have a death wish. I remove her finger from my chest softly tossing it aside “If you value your soul darling….then you won’t touch me like that…Ever…Again.” She ha’s as if to mock me further “I knew it! You do want to eat me! I had a feeling you were a cannibal!”

What?! Is that what she thought? Oh how…..interesting~ I can run with this. She’s not wrong though, I do have cannibalistic tendencies. Unfortunately I haven’t really done that in a while now, but I’ll let her think that I do. “Eat you, you say? Well I must admit that you do look rather…..” I lean down to her ear to whisper as I run my hand from her shoulder down her arm “Delectable~” she shuddered under my touch as I hear her gulp when I started inhaling her scent. Fuck!!! Bad idea!!!Why did I intake her scent?!?! This damn season is getting worse and worse the more I stay around her!!! I need to stop this now!!!! I back away from her; folding my hand behind my back “But I will never do such a thing! So don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” She looks at me wide eyed as if she’s still in awe of what just happened. Her face had a deep shade of red as her breaths were still a little shaky. My my~ I could get used to seeing this side of her~ That’s it!!!! I need to kick her out NOW!!!! I use my cane to usher her out of my radio tower and finally out the door “I did appreciate you stopping by my dear! But unfortunately I do have to bid you good night.” She turns around to face me “Ah yes….I think I do need to lie down now….sorry for disturbing you, have a good night Alastor.” She then turns back and makes her way down the corridor to her room, which is not far from mine “And to you as well my dear!” I quickly the my studio door again and lean back against it; sliding down to the floor as I run my fingers through my hair almost gripping my scalp.

SERIOUSLY?!?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!

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[cdragons]

Bound by Embroidered Chains - Aemond Targaryen x Seamstress!OC x Jacaerys Velaryon - Prologue

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Summary: Dragons have a habit in hoarding the prettiest of jewels, and pearls are of no exceptions.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ Future NSFW, Obsessive Behavior (we all knew this was coming), Childbirth, Future Sexism & Misogyny (this is Westeros), Political Struggles, Future Deaths, Dark Themes, etc. etc. Also translations for Valyrian will be added at the bottom!

Author's Note: WHO ELSE SCREAMED AT THE HOTD SEASON 2 TEASER TRAILER????? The costumes, the cinematography, the set design, FUCKING BAELA ON MOONDANCER???? But this idea was something that had been on my mind for a while, and I am really excited to share it with all of you! Shoutout to @valeskafics whose works served as a HUGE inspiration to this idea! If you liked reading this work, reblog and comment if you want to be tagged in future installments of this work! Also I apologize for any grammatical errors, I wanted to post this as soon as possible.

“PUSH!” yelled the midwife to the soon-to-be mother. “Lady Doreah, I can almost see the head!”

“Almost?” the poor woman cried out; her body had grown weary after experiencing a day’s worth of labour. Her hair clung to the sweat on her brow as the rest of her skin was soaked in perspiration from the pain. She cried out in agony as a gentle kiss from above attempted to soothe her from the torment that came with bringing new life into the world. Normally she would preen at such affection, but considering the circumstances she was in, she was in no mood for soft affections. “Ao nādrēsy! You did this to me!”

“Yes, my love,” agreed the man beside her. Unlike most husbands, Hotho Pyke refused to not remain by his beloved wife’s side during the birth of their child. He wanted to welcome the product of their love into the world with open arms. He was desperate to hold this new tiny babe in his arms as his fingers would trace over the features given to them by both their mother and father.

“You speak true my darling; I am a bastard. But if memory serves me right, it was my bastard birth that finally made you look my way after months of me begging for your attention. Well, that and a bit of my bastard tongue.” He tried to hide the wince that almost spilled from his lips at the furious grip on his hands in response of his wife. Even at the worst times, the man would never stop in his attempts to make her laugh. It was a most excellent quality in a husband in any other time but now.

“Gods help me Hotho – if this child does not come out of me soon, I will take my shears and cut out that bastard tongue of yours myself!” Doreah let out another scream as she continued to push her child out – although the pain was intense, the longing to hear the newest member of their family was greater than anything else she had felt in her lifetime.

“The baby is crowning!” exclaimed the midwife, who stood forgotten by the couple. “You are so close my lady, a few more pushes and you and your husband can welcome the newborn!”

This news filled Doreah with a newfound determination. Using every bit of her strength, she grasped her Hotho for support as she let out a furious yell as her body clenched to push out the newborn.

And after what seemed to both a lifetime and no time at all, powerful and shrill cries filled out every corner of the room. Not bothering to lean back against the pillows to rest, Doreah reached forward and demanded to hold her baby. She didn’t even care if you were a son or a daughter- you could have been a goat for all she cared. All she wanted to was to hold whomever had been growing inside her for the past nine months. She wanted to breathe in the scent of their skin and kiss their tiny faces. She wanted to love her child- her new world and her greatest love. Son, daughter, goat- Doreah knew that this child would forever be perfect in her eyes.

And perfect this child was indeed, and perfection suited their daughter.

Ten toes and ten fingers covered in blood, and kicking as hard an airborne goat, Doreah and Hotho wept as loudy as their newborn girl. It was only when the midwife insisted that she have the baby cleaned and wrapped in blankets were the two able to part with her. When you were returned to your mother’s arms, all felt right with the world as they continued to weep at the sight of the newest member of their small and strange family.

“Ziry's kesīr, īlva tala,” whispered Doreah with tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked up to gaze at her husband. “Gaomagon ao ūndegon zirȳla, ñuha jorrāelagon? Jurnegon rȳ zirȳla! Iksis ziry daor se olvie precious riña emā mirre ūndegīon!”

“I see her my coral,” whispered out her husband, whose face was soaked in tears in response to the overwhelming joy flowing within him. “Our pearl is beautiful. But most importantly, she is healthy and she is loved.”

He traced a finger across his daughter’s delicate features. Although you were currently sleeping, he knew that your eyes would take after hers, and he was ecstatic. There was a time when he believed that he would never love anything or anyone more than he loved the sea, only now there were two women in his life whom his love was consumed by entirely.

As the world slipped away into the background, the love from the new parents was so great it formed an almost impenetrable barrier surrounding them. But all peaceful things reach an end and theirs came from the knocking of a serving girl.

“My Lord and Lady…Pyke,” came a new voice, clearly disgusted by the act of referring a bastard as a lord, “if the Lady is presentable, the Queen Alicent would like to come in to see the child.”

“Oh yes!” exclaimed Doreah. “Please let her in! I would be most honored to have Alicent meet my sweet pearl!”

“My brightest coral, are you sure? You just went through birth. Queen or not, shouldn’t you recover before she asks your attention?”

Hotho Pyke was an impoverished bastard born from the Iron Islands. He knew how to predict wind patterns and navigate with the stars before he could write. His skills as a seafarer were so great that he caught the attention of Lord Corlys of House Velaryon who sat on the Driftwood Throne. But however impressive his skills were with a sail, there was still much to be desired with his knowledge of etiquette appropriate for the Royal Court of the Red Keep in the Crownlands. His raised brow and confused tone suggested that he believed his question to be one borne of common sense despite the horrified expressions on everyone else’s faces save for his wife.

“Hotho, ñuha jorrāelagon,” Doreah tiredly chuckled as she shook her head, “there is still so much for you to learn about the Red Keep. Please Jeyne, let the Queen enter. I want her to meet our pearl!”

Almost immediately, a heavily pregnant figure in resplendent green and gold came dashing into the room in hopes to be the first to reach the bedridden woman and greet the child.

“Doreah!” exclaimed out the queen, relieved that her dearest friend had survived the trials of birth with the result of a healthy child. “Let me see you! How are you? Are you sure you are well? Do you need anything for the pain?”

Doreah couldn’t help but laugh at the onslaught of questioning from her fretful childhood friend. Since they were still just young girls, Alicent Targaryen nee Hightower always worried about the seamstress’ health and wellbeing despite being a few years younger. She fondly looked back on the days when she and her would peacefully discuss about their days as they worked on their embroidery or took lessons from the Head Septa. Handing their daughter to her husband to hold, she reached out to her friend in attempt to soothe her worries.

“Alicent, I am fine. Truly, there is no need to fret so much.” Doreah reassured her friend before looking back to the love of her life. “Besides, I was never in any danger. Not with my brave Iron Knight by my side the entire time.”

Still holding their radiant babe, Hotho Pyke beamed at his wife’s tender words before laying kisses on her hands, her fingers, the top of her hairline, before eventually stopping at her lips.

Alicent, however, was less than pleased at the shameless display of affection shared between the couple.

“Ser Pyke,” – she refused to refer a bastard of all things as a lord – “surely you know that men are not permitted in the birthing room during the delivery. I thought that this was made clear to you when you first learned of your wife’s pregnancy.”

Not recognizing the insult in being referred as “Ser” as opposed to “Lord,” Hotho only took the queen’s words as a sign of worry for her favored companion.

“My mother would rise from her watery grave to string me by my feet and call me a cunt if she knew that I left my wife alone in bringing our child into the world. Besides, had I not been in the room, she would have let her vicious tongue loose on another unfortunate soul.”

“In any case, are you sure you should not be resting? You are carrying the King’s child, surely that takes priority over seeing me.” Doreah knew that this pregnancy had been particularly difficult for Alicent, recalling the many times she walked in on her kneeling before her chamber pots in emptying out the contents of her stomach.

“Nonsense,” replied Alicent, who shook her head at the statement, “there is no one more important to me at this moment than you, sweet Doreah. I just hope that your husband’s brash tongue does not influence such a young innocent.”

“Ah, no worries my Queen. The brashness of my tongue is no match for that of my wife. She proved that many a time in our quarters.”

The Iron Island-born bastard was promptly cut off by a swift slap on the arm from his wife.

Before Alicent could respond to such vulgarity, she was interrupted by the presence of another figure dressed in a gorgeous red and black dress patterned with masterful gold embroidery.

“Rhaenyra!” Doreah exclaimed in excitement, happy to have not one but two of her closest friends greet her daughter. “You did not have to come! Are you sure you are not currently preoccupied with your duties?”

“Oh, please,” the princess uttered, “what could possibly be more important at this moment than to greet the firstborn of Laenor and I’s closest friends?”

Walking over to Hotho’s side, Rhaenyra was entranced by the sight of the newly arrived babe. She could already see how you would grow to be the spitting image of your mother.

“May I hold her?” she asked with arms already reaching toward your father.

Looking back to his wife to make sure she approved of it, he carefully handed you to Rhaenyra – but not before he laid a dozen kisses on your face.

“Oh Doreah,” Rhaenyra softly cooed, “she is absolutely perfect. I can tell that she will grow up to be as kind and beautiful as her mother.”

“Oh, Rhaenyra,” tears filled your mother’s eyes at her friend’s kind words, “kirimvose.” She turned to Alicent, who was currently sitting beside the bed in a chair brought to her to ease the stress on her body from her third pregnancy. Your mother reached one arm to each of her friends as a way to show solidarity. “Thank you to the both of you. I would not be where I am now – so happy and full of love – without the both of you here to guide me through the Red Keep. I owe you two everything. I only hope that our children can remain as friends so that they will never know loneliness.”

If your mother knew of the cruel fate she thrust onto you with that wish, she would have given everything to the gods in hopes to free you.

Your father took you back into his arms before handing you once more to your mother. Although you had woken from your slumber, you made no noise. You only gazed at the figures surrounding you with wide and eager eyes. Ever so slightly, you reached out your hand to paw at the green fabric of the queen.

So young, and you already seemed to recognize the beauty in the custom-made garment.

Alicent laughed in a way that was so genuine that it seemed unfamiliar, fascinated by the fervent grabbing of her dress on your end.

“It seems that this little one will be a seamstress as well,” she stated as she reached forward to let you pull and tug at her sleeve in enraptured delight, “I can only imagine what talent she will possess.”

“What will you name her?” Rhaenyra asked, hoping that you will be blessed with a name with Valyrian roots.

But a shared glance between your parents showed that they had already decided a name for you far before this day.

“Ashirri, Ashirri Pyke” your mother confidently stated, “in honor of both our cultures.”

Your father grasped his wife’s shoulder in agreement. “We will never let our child feel she must restrict herself to one background. As her parents, we want to let her know that her world will be one of endless possibilities.”

On this day, Doreah Pyke gave birth to a child for her and her husband to raise. This child will be raised with so much love that it will not matter that you were born from two bastard parents, one from Essos and the other from the Iron Islands. No, you were born as a result of the love from two people from opposite sides of the world who miraculously found one another, and that was all that would matter in the end. Doreah would teach you an art that could only be made through masterfully crafted embroidery and needlework, while Hotho will teach you how to use the stars to navigate waters and open their horizons to an endless sea of possibilities.

And if you did not wish to become either a seamstress or a sailor, it made no difference to them. Westeros, Essos, the Red Keep, the Iron Islands – the world was your oyster, and you were the miraculous pearl.

Their child will not be like the close-minded fools of their homelands, but someone whose mind will be open to new opportunities and will never stop seeing the joy in discovering the unknown. And they would always be there to help guide you in any way the could. Nothing would ever come between the love your parents held for you.

If only the gods could allow for such happiness to last forever.

But dragons have a tendency to burn rather than create, especially ones with sapphire for eyes and strong blood in their veins.

Translations:

"Ao nādrēsy!" - You Bastard!

"Ziry's kesīr, īlva tala... Gaomagon ao ūndegon zirȳla, ñuha jorrāelagon? Jurnegon rȳ zirȳla! Iksis ziry daor se olvie precious riña emā mirre ūndegīon!" - She's here, our daughter. Do you see her, my love? Look at her! Is she not the most precious child you have ever seen?

"ñuha jorrāelagon" - my love

kirimvose - Thank you

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Ok, so, originally I was going to submit this as a request, but I think it's safe to say I went a little overboard with the details and… well... have a thirsty drabble instead. (also, just know that there was supposed to be more praise and dirty talk in this thing, but I couldn't write it in a way that felt right (I'm not that good at writing sex scenes), so feel free to fill in the blanks as your imagination dictates)

This is a trans!Kaeya x male Reader scenario, and some relevant information before we begin: Reader has a Hydro vision and is part of the Knights.

The setting is this: A new domain showed up on the outskirts of Dragonspine. Do you the odd nature of it (resembling a very, very large ice maze filled with environmental puzzles and natural hazards alike) the Knights and the Adventurers Guild are running a joint operation to clear and map it out. They send in 3 pairs of people at a time to disable traps, solve puzzles, find exit points and map the general layout of the maze. Considering the shear size of the domain and it's complete lack of any kind of monsters, it isn't unusual for people to be gone for 4-5 days at a time.

Finally it's yours and Kaeya's turn. You've already been in here for about 3 days, and during that time you haven't come across any monsters, but an abundance of traps, hazards and an eclectic collection of various odds and ends instead. The two of you are set to explore for one more day before making your way to the nearest exit point. During your (frankly speaking- aimless) wandering you stumble upon a large dead end chamber with what look to be natural hot springs in the back. Deciding that the area is a good place to rest you set up camp after thoroughly inspecting your surroundings for any traps or hazards. After setting up camp and having a meal, you agree to take a dip in the hot springs before retiring for the day.

While in the water, you decide that some fun is in order. You press a kiss to the back of Kaeya's neck before pulling him into your lap (his back to your chest) as if you want to cuddle. (Well you do want to cuddle, so you'll take a few minutes to savour the closeness.) You then begin to lightly run your hands over his chest and abdomen, before sliding them down his thighs and opening his legs to expose his cute pussy. You use your vision to form several small tendrils from the water and have them start touching and teasing Kaeya's cunt.

Normally you try to give him an orgasm or two (if you were feeling generous) during your foreplay before using your cock to fuck him stupid. But you're feeling mean today and decide that edging him until he's a whimpering, begging mess would be fun. So, you keep your touches light, eventually sending a few tendrils into Kaeya's cunt to prep him for your cock. You hush his whining with a swift pinch to his clit and a teasing growl of "Only good boys get rewarded, sweetheart. Will you be a good boy for me?". And what is Kaeya to do, but submit to your whims.

After an unknown amount of time (about an hour), you decide that your darling has been teased enough and it's time to give him his reward for being such a good boy. You form three other tendrils and have one wrap around Kaeya's chest a few times while the other two wrap around his calves to maneuver him into a better position as you slip out from behind him and stand between his spread legs. You take a few moments to admire his debauched appearance, from his dazed expression, to the water glinting off his skin and finally to the sight of his puffy pussy seemingly stretched and clenching around nothing.

After a searing kiss, you take a hold of his hips and slowly sink your cock into him, all while you command the multiple tendrils still in his cunt to coalesce into one that's about the same size as your cock. With a coo of "It's time for the good boy to get his reward." you start thrusting. It doesn't take long for Kaeya to reach his end with all the teasing you've been doing. You, however, are just getting started, and you know that you won't be satisfied with only one. So you fuck him through his orgasm into overstimulation, alternating your thrusts with the tendril, or sometimes thrusting in sync.

You take your sweet time to empty two or three loads in his cunt, and by the time you have your fill, Kaeya has nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure. After pulling out your cock, you use the tendril still in his cunt to clean him out with a few swift movements, forcing one last orgasm out of him and sending him into unconsciousness.

Once your darling is sufficiently cleaned You pick him up and get out of the hot springs. You use your vision one last time to get as much water off of the both of you as possible while you carry your passed out (and well fucked) lover into your cosy tent for some well earned rest.

And that's a wrap folks, hopefully you've enjoyed the brainrot that has kept me in a vice for the past 2 weeks. 🌸

This is too good... Literally three of my favorite things: Hot springs, tentacles, and Kaeya 🩵

Thank you so much for gracing me and everyone else with this masterpiece! 💞

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[live-love-be-unique]

And I’ll buy you the world

Summary: You had made it a rule to never get involved with a soldier, but what happens when one of them won’t take no for an answer?

Parings: Soap x f reader

Warnings: none.

Chapter i. Of Scotsmen and Morphine

Joining taskforce 141 months earlier as team nurse, you’d made it a rule to never get involved with a soldier, but there was someone who made it very clear he wanted to be the one to take your rule and blow it into a million pieces.

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish.

With his bright blue eyes and that accent…oh god, that accent…and his endless supply of nicknames for you, his particular favorites were the ones in Gaelic that you had to translate to know just what he was saying. Those were the ones that made you seriously consider taking the flirty Scot up on his numerous offers for a date, come on caileag ghrinn; you, me and a bottle of wine…

With 141 off base on a mission you busied yourself running medicals on the new recruits. A dull task but it had kept you busy.

You’d heard that the taskforce had come back to base but you weren’t expecting Soap to drop by the medbay so quickly, but there he was; being held upright by Gaz, blood pooling on the shoulder of the gray shirt he wore.

Gaz gave you the rundown of what happened. A bullet had entered Soap’s left shoulder from a shooter who was positioned above, a sniper more than likely, you thought. Gesturing toward the gurney nearby “can you get him on the table? I’ll need to cut the shirt away to get a better look” you ask Gaz, turning to find the trauma shears so you could cut the shirt away from the wound site.

“If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask, beautiful” Soap slurred. Oh goodie, you thought, the medics have already dosed him heavily with morphine.

You rolled your eyes and smirked as you helped Gaz drag the injured Scot towards the gurney in the room.

“I would be good to you, hen” Soap said, looking up at you with his crystalline eyes.

“Could you, huh?..How good?” Normally you wouldn’t entertain the patients, but Soap was definitely different. You had to admit, you did enjoy the flirty banter.

“Oh I'd be so good, I’d make you forget about all those other men” he whispered loudly causing Gaz to snort with laughter.

“Alright loverboy, let’s get you on the gurney so she can take a look” Gaz smirked as Soap fell face first onto the bed.

“She so wants me” he mutters to Gaz as he awkwardly climbs onto the gurney. “Say the word bonnie, say it and I’m yours” he declared to you as he settled himself against the pillow.

Gaz laughed heartily, muttering “he’s all yours” as he backed out the door and Soap looked up at you with a soft lopsided smile gracing his lips.

Carefully cutting the fabric from his shoulder and exposing the wound, thankfully it was only a flesh wound, the bullet had pierced through the muscle of Soap’s arm but would not cause any lasting damage.

You made quick work of suturing his arm and pulled the blanket at the foot of the bed over his legs. “You should rest” you say, moving to pull the screen closed to allow him to sleep off the morphine.

You bumped into Captain Price as you close the screen “how is he?”

“He’s well enough to be an incorrigible flirt” you say, sharing a laugh with the captain. “He should be up and causing my nurses trouble in no time” you chuckle to yourself.

“Just the one nurse” Price mutters pointedly to you as he shuffles himself into the ward.

You let Price sit with him for a while as you update Soap’s file, passing it to Price to sign as he leaves.

“Bonnieeee” you hear Soap pout like a petulant child.

You peek behind the screen, expecting to see he’d managed to pull his stitches or something. Soap was leaning back against the pillows, a bright, dopey smile on his face "I love you!”

You chuckle "tell me that when you get off the morphine, darling." Laughing as you’re met with soft snores in response.

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[justdavina]

I absolutely LOVE the dress that this wonderful gurl is wearing! I love black with a cute floral pattern with shear top area. SO PRETTY! Cheers Darlings!

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[gabessquishytum]

Hob is retired. Yes, he's a little young to have retired, but he lost Eleanor and had Robin to take care of, so he decided to get out of the mob game.

He didn't want Robin to brought up in the life. So he let the smartest of his people (Matthew, Lucienne, Cori......let's be honest, Joanna) buy him out and he took Robin and left the area.

All this is so say, he's out. He has fucking goats and sheep (*sigh* Robin likes the sheep, he has to get permission from his kid to shear them. How the mighty have fallen!) He's not busting heads or shooting people in the f'ing face anymore; he's teaching high school; Robin is thriving; and Hob is flirting with the very cute (mysterious) art teacher, Dream.

Everything is good. Hob is keeping his head down and suppressing his more stabby impulses. Then someone HURTS Dream.

Dream won't tell him who or why, but Hob is patient. He will find out,,,and he will rain terror on those who hurt his Dream. /He also may use it opportunisticly to have Dream move in to the farm.

Hob knows he looks good chopping the wood for the fireplace,,, with his shirt off (okay, okay, with a very tight short sleeve shirt on.)

AJAJSSJAH ex mob Hob is wonderful, I love him, and I need him to stab everyone who has ever hurt Dream in alphabetical order.

Imagine the shenanigans. Hob has just finished taking out a hit on one of the people who hurt his Dream, and this one got messy. Hob has only just finished disposing of the body when Dream comes knocking at the door! So Hob has to desperately hide the knife he just used to gut the guy like a fish, and strip himself out of his bloody shirt. He answers the door with no shirt on and he can't even appreciate the fact that Dream is definitely looking 👀 because he's worried that his secret is about to be discovered! In reality Dream is just there with his little suitcase ready to move in to Hob’s place because now he's terrified that the people who kidnapped him all those years ago are after him again. He's not to know that they're all dead now!

Dream is such a lovely house guest. He delivers AND picks Robin up from school when Hob is busy on the farm (shooting the guys who used to work for Burgess in the face). He cooks! He can only make mac and cheese but Robin loves mac and cheese! It's perfect! He even leans in the doorway of Hob’s farmhouse and watches Hob chopping wood while wearing one of his cute white undershirts (which has some quite suspicious red/brown stains on it but pfffft Dream isn't looking at THAT).

But Dream isn't stupid - he knows that Hob is more than just a farmer and a high-school teacher. He also knows that all his enemies have mysteriously disappeared. He can't help but link those two things together. Especially when he knows that Hob is absolutely DEADLY with an axe.

So he tells himself when he sinks down to his knees and mouths Hob’s cock through his underwear - its just a one time thing. He's just saying thank you. Hob deserves a little TLC.

Needless to say. It's not a one time thing. And Dream doesn't seem to be planning to move out of Hob’s place any time soon. Well, it wouldn't be fair now Robin is so attached to him! And it's fair to say that Hob fucks with just as much skill as he uses to hurt the people who hurt his darling.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[babyhatesreality]

How does she deals when one of her daddy’s having a rough day? How does she shears them up? Or does she just cuddle all the bad feelings away?🥺

Hello darling nonnie! Great questions <3

you always seem to notice. You don't really know HOW you do, but whenever one of your daddies is having a bad day, you always know. Call it your own super sense, if you will.

It depends on what kind of rough day they're having.

If they have just come from a mission and it didn't go well (you know they won't tell you the bad stuff but you can always tell when it didn't go the way they wanted it to), you will wait until they sit down somewhere, anywhere. Then you'll crawl into their laps, lean your head against their shoulder, and either reach up and pat their cheek or run your fingers through their hair. They both do this to you to help you when you're upset or tired, and you love it, so you figure it works the same for them.

If they're fighting (rare, but it happens in every relationship), you wait until they separate from each other. Usually, one of them has to leave the apartment to cool off, so you'll go find the other one.

While they've been fighting, you usually draw or color a picture to give you something to focus on instead of their angry words.

It always shocks them back into reality when you hand them a drawing after an argument, as they never want to argue loud enough for you to hear. It's a stark reminder that it happened- again- and it will often help bring them down from their heightened emotions.

You usually hug and cuddle them until they let you go, then you spend your time coloring a picture for the other one. You never want either of them to feel left out.

Papa has sad days sometimes. You'll catch him staring out a window, leafing through an old book or photo album, lost in a world inside his mind. You will bring him your weighted blanket and let him hold Jellybean, then sit leaning against his legs. Sometimes he just wants to hold you instead, and you are more than okay with that.

Daddy has scary days sometimes. When he can't breathe, when he gets that glazed over look in his eye, when he's trapped inside his brain. You straddle his lap, determinedly running your fingers forcefully through his hair, gently peppering his face with kisses, until his blue eyes clear and they see you again. You like to do breathing exercises together, after which he'll bury his face in the crook of your neck and hold you for as long as he needs to.

You hate it when they feel like this, but you love being able to help, in your own way

<3

#daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve #daddy steve rogers #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy stucky

[cypherthesuccubus]

You can call us both….Daddy~ (FINALE)

Alastor x Reader x Luci -Part 4- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, threesome, daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, cock worship, Gentle Dom Luci, Dom Alastor, mate marking, blood kink, slight bondage, S&M, tentacle play, anal, DP, she/ her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial, slight RadioApple action

Other tags: fluff, angst

Reader will always receive aftercare!!! ✨

Hot Damn!!! Looks like Part 4 is coming and is coming hard~ Prepare yourselves~ 🥵😈✨ (I do apologize for the wait I was too exhausted last night to finish it on time lol)

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

THAT!!….was SO FUCKING HOT!!!!! I didn’t expect it by a long shot, but I am so here for it!!!!!! Watching them kiss like that, was like taking an aphrodisiac and I wanted more. Alastor snaps me out of my thoughts as he picks me up again; this time taking us to the middle of the bed. Instead of laying down he was on his knees as he held me up by my thighs; keeping my legs apart while I hold his neck for support. I feel one of Al’s tentacles wrap around my wrists; bounding them together. Luci then starts to make his way towards us; standing on his knees as well; nestling between my legs again. “Slide yourself back in, your majesty~” Luci didn’t hesitate as he slammed himself back into me; causing me to moan loudly when his tip hit my g spot. I feel Alastor line himself up but it wasn’t to my asshole this time. “What are you planning Al?” Luci looked at him like he was insane for even thinking this was gonna work. “Like I said before~ To make this more entertaining, my lord~” I feel the tip of Alastor’s cock pressing into where Luci was already buried. My breath hitches, as my pussy is being spread open even further; the tip now buried right next to Luci’s cock. “Now this next part will be intense, my dear~ remember to breathe and relax as best as you can~”

I threw my head back against Alastor’s shoulder; letting out a gasp along side a yelp his length slowly enters inside. I dig my nails into Al’s shoulders blades; leaving deep bloody scratches in the wake. Whimpering and trembling, as Alastor is now fully buried into my pussy along side Luci. My hole burned and ached from how far it was being stretched to fit both men inside. “You did so good babygirl~ You took us so well~” Luci went to caress my cheek while placing feather like kisses all over my face, soon placing one on my lips. “Ready for us to move darling~” Al whispered as he kissed and nipped at my neck. I nodded as they both in unison start to thrust in and out; making me go dumb from the shear fullness I felt each time they came back in together. Luci wrapped his arms around not only me, but around Al as well; digging his claws into his lower back. Al hissed from the sudden pain; look down at Luci as his smile widened “Careful, your majesty~ you might regret it later~” Luci chuckles as he then smacks down on Al’s ass; gripping it as he made Al’s breath hitch “Do your worst Alastor~”

(Luci’s P.O.V)

Alastor thinks he can one up me, but little does he know I can take a lot more than he can dish out. I felt one of Alastor’s tentacles slowly wrap around my thigh; finding its way to my asshole as it teased the entrance. “Oooh~ you would go there, huh?~” His grin widened as the tentacle pushed its way inside my ass; making groan from the intrusion. “Now shut your mouth and take it, your majesty” the tentacle starts to thrust into me, just as rough as we’re fucking into (Y/N). She looked so fucking gorgeous right now; moaning out and arching her back as she begs for more. It made me almost finish right then and there, but I withheld. I bring my face to (Y/N’s) as I capture her lips with another passionate kiss. I could feel her inner walls twitch and spasm around us; signifying that she is very close to her climax. I break our kiss for a moment as I look to Alastor “Join in on this Al~ (Y/N) wants both daddies to kiss her~” Without hesitation, all of us engaged into 3 way kiss; tongues entangling and tasting each other beautifully. Al and I’s thrusts were getting rougher and more uneven; he was on edge right along with me. “Gonna!~……CUUUM!!~” she moaned in between kisses; thus further pushing us to reach our heights along with her. “Me too babygirl~ That’s it~ Cum for daddy~”

I feel her clamp down, hard, as she screams in pleasure; grinding against us as she rides her high out. This soon pushes me over the edge as well; groaning as I fill her to the brim with thick ropes of cum. Alastor groans out as he soon fills her with his cum as well; biting into her shoulder, causing her to yelp from the sudden pain. He then starts lapping at the blood now dripping down her shoulder. I then in turn place my lips in the crook of her neck; slowly sinking my teeth as she trembles from overstimulation. I lick up the excess blood as well; letting go of her neck as to look into her eyes. “You did so good for daddy~” I pull her in for a tender kiss; wrapping my arms around her waist while still buried inside her. I feel Alastor slowly pull out of her as he lowers her into my lap; unbounding her wrists whilst pull out his tentacle from me; getting up from the bed as he heads to the bathroom. I explore her body, caressing every curve as our kiss deepened. If she was a drug, I would be completely addicted; never wanting to quit. I break the kiss; rubbing her sides affectionately as my tail wraps around her thigh. “I’m sorry for not confessing my feelings sooner Luci….I just didn’t know how to without hurting the both of you.” I press my finger against her lips; softly shushing her “I know, babygirl. It was difficult to tell you as well…but, I couldn’t think of a better way to express feelings than this.” She smiles as she lays her forehead against mine; closing our eyes as we basked in the afterglow.

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

I finish running a warm bath as I head back into the room; seeing the two glued together as they plant small kisses every so often. I make my way to them; leaning over the bed as I direct (Y/N’s) chin to face me; planting a kiss as well. “Come now, darling~ let’s get you cleaned up.” I wrap my arms around her; picking her up from Lucifer as she wraps her limbs around me; nestling her face in the crook of my neck. “You too as well, your highness~” He shifts himself off the bed as he follows us to the bath. Once inside, I gently step into the warm water of the tub while (Y/N) still wrapped around me. I slowly sit down; submerging us into the comfort of the water; turning her around so she is lying against my chest. I offer my hand out to Lucifer as my grin widens “Need a hand, my lord?” He slowly takes my hand as I help guide him into the water; slowly sitting down in front of (Y/N) as he adjusts himself to lay on her, facing us. “Is the bath to your liking, my dear~” She hums in approval while completely relaxing into my chest fluff. She wrapped her arms around Lucifer, pulling him in as he nestled his face in between her breasts; looking up at her lovingly.

“And for you, my lord?~ is this up to your standards?” He hums in approval as he closes his eyes; relaxing against (Y/N’s) chest. “Veeery much, yes~” I then grab the shampoo, putting some in my hand as I go to wash (Y/N’s) hair; gently massaging her scalp as she sighs into my manipulations. After we finish washing off, stepping out of the tub, Lucifer helps me dry (Y/N) throughly; snapping his fingers as he puts her in a white flowing night gown. Gently picking her up again, we make our way back to the bed; Lucifer snapping his fingers again, changing the sheets. I lift the covers as a crawl into bed with (Y/N) still attached to me. Lucifer climbs in from the other side as he scoots closer to us; wrapping his arms around her waist as he snuggles into her neck. I place my arm around her waist as well, placing a kiss on her forehead while she snuggles into my chest fluff. “Rest now, my dear~ we’ll see you in the morning.” Lucifer places a kiss on her cheek “And I’ll have pancakes ready for us~” She giggles into my chest; slowly drifting off to sleep “Can’t wait~”

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #18+ content #alastor smut #alastor x you #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer smut #alastor x reader x lucifer #self insert #18+ post #18+ account #18+ blog #18+ only

[call-sign-shark]

Heaven Lavey Shelby

Heaven Lavey Shelby - is the protagonist/reader of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes, but also my Peaky Blinders OC. All info and background can be found in the said series but if you can't/don't want to read it, here are some basic facts below.

She's 25 at the beginning of the series • Arthur's wife • Natural white hair • Blood witch (similar to the concept of Heartrenders) • French • Cold unhinged bitch

🌙 Playlist

🌙 Theme Song: Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls

𝒮𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒮

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes

𝒪𝒩𝐸-𝒮𝐻𝒪𝒯𝒮

♢ From Blood We Will Grow

♢ To Bark and Bite

♢ Kaiser Meeting Cyril (requested)

♢ A Bone to Pick With It (requested)

♢ Perfect Lines

♢ Love Ritual

♢ A Slice of Us (Modern!Arthur Shelby x Heaven)

♢ The Woods Whisper 1 (cannibal!AU) || The Woods Whisper 2

♢ Savage Daughter

𝒜𝒮𝒦𝒮

♢ Heaven Shelby Headcanons

♢ What if Arthur didn't exist? Who would be her man?

♢ Height difference with Arthur

♢ What does she think of Arthur's boxing hobby?

♢ How much Heaven has changed from her 1st version?

♢ What bedtime story would she tell to John's kids?

♢ Has she seen the ocean?

♢ Do the Changrettas know about Heaven?

♢ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda

♢ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda 2

♢ May x Heaven AU

♢ The best quotes for your characters

♢ Overthinker or not?

♢ How would a love story Eva x Heaven be?

♢ Would Heaven falls for modern!Arthur from Loose Cannon?

♢ Virtuous Ray of Sunshine x Ex Bad Guy

♢ Takes on hearing Arthur speak Romani

♢ What's Heaven's fav memory of Arthur? And his?

♢ Cute Aggressions towards Arthur

♢ Caption This!

♢ Tommy Shelby x Heaven Poll

♢ John Shelby x Heaven Discussion

♢ Heaven’s past Affairs

♢ How did Amos and Heaven meet

♢ What would Heaven eat at a carnival?

♢ What did Amos and Heaven's relationship look like?

𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒰𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩𝒮 / 𝑀𝒪𝒪𝒟𝐵𝒪𝒜𝑅𝒟𝒮

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes 2nd moodboard

♢ " Not so much an Angel"Ch.6

♢ "You should be scared of me" Ch.12

♢ Trick or Treat

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes illustrations (by @zablife)

♢ Heaven x Arthur illustration (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Heaven x Arthur moodboard (by @runnning-outof-time)

♢ Heaven Shelby moodboard (by @dearshelby )

♢ In Love with An Angel (by @there-goes-thefighter )

♢ Eleanor Shelby & Heaven Shelby (by @dearshelby )

♢ Chiaroscuro, Eva Smith x Heaven Shelby (by @evita-shelby )

♢ Fairy!Heaven Moodboard (by @raincoffeeandfandoms )

♢ Wonderland (by the @evita-shelby)

♢ Partner In Crimes (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Party and Trouble (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Shakeaspeare's Play (Kaiser and friends by @evita-shelby)

♢ Bird of a Feather (Tommy x Heaven x Jack x Eva by @evita-shelby)

♢ Bayou Christmas (Mel and Heaven by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ Heaven In Your Eyes ( by @v3n1c3b1tch3 )

♢ Christmas Morning with Arthur and Heaven (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Heaven’s face Imagined (by @heavencanbeaprisontoo)

♢ 18th December with Heaven and Arthur

♢ Heaven As... (Aesthetic tag game)

𝑀𝐸𝒩𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩𝒮

This part is dedicated to the works of my wonderful mutuals, who mentioned/used the character of Heaven in their stories. No word is strong enough to tell you how grateful I am for your incredibly kind gifts/surprises/cameo. I am utterly lucky to have you by my side, know that I sincerely love you. Thank you again, darlings.

Trailer video:

♢ Pierced By Cupid (video by @brummiereader)

Featured in...:

♢ Killing Me Softly pt. 5 (Cameo by @brummiereader)

♢ Killing Me Softly pt.9

♢ Garden of Eden (Eva Shelby x Heaven Shelby by @evita-shelby)

♢ Garden of Eden pt.3

♢ Girls Night and Broken Glass (for @raincoffeeandfandoms birthday)

♢ Womenland (by @raincoffeeandfandoms about the Eva x Heaven AU)

♢ Garden and Pruning Shears (by @zablife)

♢ Stolen Angel, a John Shelby x Heaven blurb (by @zablife)

♢ Pasts and Future (by @dearshelby)

♢ Snow on The Beach (by @pacifymebby)

♢ Visiting The Bayou (by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ In The Graveyard With Lilith Rose Shelby ( cameo by @chaosinkest1996)

♢ Text Memes (by @rysko )

#Masterlist maintenance #Heaven Shelby #Arthur Shelby #Arthur Shelby x OC #Arthur Shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders OC #Heaven Lavey Shelby

[writing-intheundercroft]

Your Ivy Grows // Introductions

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Ominis Gaunt could not see, but he could feel.

He could feel the long thickets of grass outside of his Aunt Noctua’s home.  He could feel the sand down by the beach, grainy and coarse as he ran from her, giggling. He’d learn to feel the bumps on paper (braille, the muggles called it) from books Aunt Noctua bought from London so he could read.  Ominis could feel his little wooden sailboat splash through the water of the tide pools, the sting of salty air touching the tip of his tongue.

He could feel the disdain his mother had for him, and the indifference of his father and siblings. Everyone had told him how much his mother had wanted another baby boy, but it seemed her enthusiasm had died down once she realized the task of childbearing was finally behind her.  She’d produced an heir and a spare for the Gaunt lineage, as well as three daughters to serve the bloodline.  Mrs. Gaunt was done, a triumph in the eyes of other pure blood families.  What they didn’t know was that Ominis was always at his Aunt Noctua’s; for as long as he could remember, he’d been sent in a carriage, alone with just a house elf to escort him to the beach house. 

Ominis could feel Aunt Noctua’s love.  It was the only love he’d ever come to know.  She was more of a mother to him than his own, and despite the fear he felt traveling without sight in a thestral drawn carriage, the second the carriage landed and the doors opened, he knew he would be greeted by Noctua’s warm arms. Aunt Noctua read him bedtime stories, sat with him at the dinner table, and skipped with him along the beach.  Much to his father’s dismay, she’d taken him to buy a wand, and after an entire month of researching echolocation spells, she’d taught the little blind boy how to use his wand to see.

“Ominis darling, come here.” Noctua called.

He was ten years old, just about to turn eleven in July.  In four months, he’d be off to his first year at Hogwarts—his first time ever spending more than a month away from Noctua.

Ominis held his wand up, the tip glowing red as he guided himself to the garden.  Noctua was sitting in her garden beds, tending to her beloved flowers.  He knelt down next to her, feeling her linen apron before he fell to his knees in the dirt. He remembered his father complaining Noctua’s garden was too unruly; she’d merely laughed, claiming she liked it that way.

“What are you doing today?” He asked timidly, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“I’m working on the ivy.” Noctua announced. “You must be diligent with it; it can easily overgrow and take over the other plants.  You’ll be the steward of this house one day Ominis, I’d like for you to learn so you may take care of it yourself.”

“Won’t I have a gardener?” Ominis quipped.

Noctua snorted. “Not with the way your father spends.” She took his hand, helping him feel the leaves of the lush ivy below him. “Feel this—you shouldn’t let it grow any longer than this, otherwise my violets will be completely overtaken.  But take care not to trim it too far back, otherwise the snakes won’t have anywhere to hide.”

Ominis nodded, holding his wand up in his other hand. “Will I learn how to care for ivy in Herbology class?” he quipped.

Noctua let out one of her booming laughs. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’ll learn about far more exciting plants in your lessons.  Magical ones, with many purposes.  Ivy is just a regular plant.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Then what’s the point of it?”

Noctua put her palm on Ominis’s pink cheek. “It’s pretty, and I like it. It doesn’t need to have a point besides that.” She put down her trimming shears, dusting dirt off on her apron. “And besides, plants are living beings, and life itself is magic. They bring me joy.”

“You bring me joy,” Ominis stated.

“Sweet boy.” Noctua pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You bring me great joy as well.  I fear this house will be quite lonely without you come September.”

“Can I stay?” Ominis pouted. “You can tutor me.  I don’t need Hogwarts; you’ve already taught me so much.”

Noctua sighed. “You’ll be happy to go to Hogwarts. I loved it when I was there–I made many great friends, and I’m sure you will too.”

He pouted even more. “I don’t need anyone else besides you, Aunt Noctua.”

“I won’t always be here, my love.” Noctua murmured. “A day may come when I need to leave, and you’ll need to be very brave and take care of this beautiful house for me.”

Ominis swallowed thickly.  He didn’t ever want to think about a day like that coming for her.

“Madame Noctua, luncheon is nearly ready. Would you like Golly to set it up in the garden for you?” a little voice rang.  It was Golly, Noctua’s house elf, a plump little thing with warm rosy cheeks. She’d been Noctua’s beloved house elf for as long as Ominis could remember, and was always the one to accompany him in his carriage rides.

“Thank you, Golly. Yes, let’s take lunch in the garden.”  Noctua announced.  She stood up, holding her hand out to Ominis to grasp. “Lunch, and then we’ll play down by the water, hmm?”

It had been a simple day.  There were no presents, no visitors, nothing particularly special about it to single it out from every other day Ominis spent with her.  But he could remember her being a little sad after their tea, shutting herself in her study afterwards.  She had sent a letter to Ominis’s father, supposedly about the research she’d been conducting on their renowned ancestor, Salazar Slytherin.

Ominis heard her muttering a word under her breath that haunted him for ages.  Scriptorium , she’d called it.  A secret room at Hogwarts that no one had ever found before, supposedly where Slytherin’s greatest research was being hidden.  Aunt Noctua had been sure it would prove the Slytherin had interests outside of blood purity, and that there was more for the Gaunt family to aspire to.

Ominis went to Hogwarts that September, and wrote to Aunt Noctua every week.  He met his two best friends, Sebastian and Anne Sallow, and he told her all about the twins and their antics.  Come June, he wrote to Aunt Noctua one last time, apologizing that he would not be able to spend the summer at the beach house; he’d be in Feldcroft with the twins and their uncle.  

Noctua wrote back to him, sorry that they’d miss one another, but sincerely happy that he’d made honest, good friends.  She told him that she’d be off on an adventure, and that she’d write to him as soon as she could. Feldcroft wasn’t far from her destination, she’d teased.  Perhaps if she was successful, she could visit him before summer’s end and meet his friends.

Ominis never heard from Aunt Noctua ever again.

_____

Ominis had been coerced by his mother into dinner at Gaunt Manor; he should have known there were strings attached and that Marvolo would have an assignment for him. The three of them now sat in silence at the long, splintered wooden dining table; Marvolo, seated at the head of the table, with his cold, austere mother on the right.  Ominis was to his left, poking at the remnants of his dinner.

“So, I have a new charge,” Marvolo said easily, setting his cutlery down. “And a job for you this summer.”

Ominis raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, a charge?”

Marvolo hummed. “Yes. A gentleman I work with has left his daughter in my care for the summer, and I need someone to mind her while I’m in London.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ominis grumbled, playing with the tarnished silver fork in his hand. 

“I most certainly am not,” Marvolo sneered, his attitude shifting swiftly, as his moods often did. “And if you ever want to see a knut of your inheritance, you’ll do as I say.”

Ominis inhaled sharply. “You can’t seriously be asking me to play governess for the entire summer.” 

“I need someone to mind the girl,” Marvolo explained. “Someone to supervise her, make sure she keeps herself in line. You do this for me,” Ominis could sense his brother’s heavy hand pointing at him, “And you and your little farm boy will get the money you need to take your world tour.”

Ominis frowned at the mention of Sebastian. He loathed whenever his family mentioned him. His chosen family would always take higher precedence than those of his blood. Sebastian was his real brother; the two of them had planned to take a year-long tour around the world together, but Sebastian was still trying to come up with enough money to sustain their travels.  Ominis could get the money easily enough from his family’s trust, but Sebastian was toiling day in and out working at Flourish and Blotts to fund his travel expenses, and refused a single galleon from Ominis.

“That,” Marvolo took a sip of his wine. “And you can finally have Noctua’s house.”

“You have her up at Noctua’s house?” Ominis’s ears perked. 

His Aunt Noctua’s home was dear to him; he’d spent most of his childhood there, cast away from the family manor. Out of sight, out of mind, Ominis thought. His mother had no patience for his blindness, and his father nearly forgot his existence. As Aunt Noctua had never been declared dead, merely missing, the home sat unoccupied. Marvolo had brought it up in conversation a few times–mostly to complain about it being a money pit, or about it being too close to a muggle village.  It was a modest manor off the coast, hours away from any wizarding kind, perched on the ledge of a seaside muggle town. Ominis hadn’t been there since the summer before his first year at Hogwarts.

Ominis knew Noctua was dead, having discovered her body with Sebastian and their peculiar friend during their fifth year.  They’d had to leave her bones behind; despite feeling horrible about her final resting place being the door to the Scriptorium, Ominis would never, ever be put in a situation where an unforgivable curse was his only way to safety. He was sure Aunt Noctua would understand. 

“It’s been cleaned up; the old house elf is still there, minding her at the moment.” Ominis could sense the frown on Marvolo’s face.  “You’ll live there, keep an eye on her, and stay out of trouble.”

“Why does she need minding?  Does she not have a nanny of her own to do so?” Ominis inquired.

Marvolo sighed. “She’s rough, I’ll leave it at that.  Feral little alley cat of a child, already scared off the three governesses we’ve tried to stick with her.”

“And pray tell, why has her father left her in your care?” Ominis crossed his arms and leaned back against the wooden chair.  His brother was the last person who should ever have the responsibility of a child; he had no patience for it, nor a modicum of emotional intelligence. 

“Her father owes me a debt–and a daughter is all the currency he has. Can’t risk him ‘accidentally’ misplacing her, like he’s done with all the rest of his collateral.” Marvolo explained.

Ominis soured at the thought. He knew his brother dabbled in unsavory business, and no matter how he tried to frame it, he was clearly extorting this man with his daughter’s life.

“Last question.  Why me?”

Marvolo snorted. “You’re the only chap available.  Given your deficiencies , I don’t think you’ll be too busy during the social season this summer. Perhaps another year.”

Ominis tried his best not to flinch at his brother’s insult.  Ever since their father had gone senile, Marvolo had taken up place as head of the family. He was responsible for the family trust, and had carefully chosen each of their sisters’ husbands. Ominis was nearly twenty one, and he was surprised his brother hadn’t surprised him with some meek, sniveling pure blood bride. Marvolo himself had been married for a few years already, with no children in sight.  He hardly spent enough time with his own wife, choosing the company of his many mistresses in London instead. Ominis knew Marvolo blamed his poor wife for their misfortune, but he secretly hoped it was his brother’s own misdeeds that caused their inability to procreate.  However, if times truly became desperate for the Gaunts, it would mean the family lineage was left to Ominis’s hands—an idea he truly loathed.

Ominis stood in the foyer, fastening his cloak around his neck as he made his departure.  With his wand securely stowed in his pocket, he didn’t notice Marvolo sneak up behind him. The two brothers couldn’t have been more different, physically and emotionally. Marvolo had the typical Gaunt look, with dark hair, hooded eyes, and terrifyingly large figure.  Ominis greatly favored his mother’s side of the family with his blond hair and lithe figure.  Thanks to Noctua, he also had a trait most of his family lacked—kindness.

“Don’t fuck this up, brother.” Marvolo sneered. “It’s a simple job, get it done and you’ll have what you need.”  

Ominis shuddered as his domineering brother backed away, and apparated back to his London flat as quickly as he could.

_____

Ominis stood at the edge of the blustery cliff, gazing out onto the water.  He’d do so often with Noctua when he was a boy, punted off to stay with her so he’d be out of his older siblings’ way when they returned from Hogwarts.  He never minded it though–Noctua had been the only light he’d ever known before he met Anne and Sebastian.

Speaking of friends, Sebastian had begged him not to take on the job.  He’d have the money by the end of the year, he reassured Ominis.  There would be no need to stoop down as low as Marvolo to fund their trip.  But Ominis couldn’t bear to watch his best friend spend seven days a week peddling books for sickles, and anyways, he wanted to see how the old house was faring.  So now, he stood just yards from the house’s gates, clutching his suitcases, ready to take on the role of guardian. Ominis’s stomach churned with nerves; he’d never spent much time around children even when he was a child himself, so he wasn’t even sure how he’d talk to a girl.

When he pushed through the front door of the house, he took in a deep inhale.  Despite the musty smell, it reminded him of his childhood.  Ominis raised his wand, alerted to the presence of a smaller being in front of him, and let a smile grace his face.

“Golly, it’s good to see you.” He knelt down, getting on the same level as Noctua’s house elf.

“Master Ominis, it has been so long,” the old house elf croaked, patting his hand.  “My, you have grown into such a fine gentleman. You look so much like my Mistress Noctua.”

Ominis’s smile faltered. “Yes, I do miss her.”

Golly the house elf beckoned him in. “I’ve prepared the mistress's old chambers for you to sleep in during your stay. Let me take your cases.”

“Absolutely not, Golly. I’m triple your size, I’d never let you carry any case of mine.” Ominis declared. “Leviosa,” he muttered, the suitcases now floating behind him as he ascended the creaky stairs. 

As he pushed the door open to Noctua’s bedroom, Ominis bit down on his lip.  It all felt so familiar to him as he walked around, feeling everything—the four poster bed, the big bay window with a deep seat attached to it.  Even the smell of the linens felt familiar, despite being freshly washed.  The sea breeze always left a salty note on the cotton.

“I could’ve stayed in my old apartments, you know.” Ominis murmured.

Golly shifted back and forth. “Your new ward is staying in them.  I thought the mistress’s apartments would be best suited for you.”

“And where is she?” Ominis quipped. “I should meet her before supper.”

Golly sighed. “Probably down by the beach.  She’s not very good at following rules—reminds me quite a bit of your sisters when they were younger.  Master Marvolo hired three ladies to oversee her, and each quit within a week.” Golly uttered the girl’s name, tutting her tongue. “You shall see her at supper, I suppose.  Please, get some rest and freshen up.  I’ll have the meal set in two hours.”

Ominis dallied for half an hour, laying about the bed before he decided to unpack his trunks. He only brought clothes, books, and some parchment and dictation quills to write home to Sebastian. The desk had been cleared of its former mistress’s possessions, and it felt odd to set it up with his own belongings. Ominis dragged his hands against every square inch of the mahogany desk; he remembered exactly where things belonged.  Noctua’s perfume bottles would be in the center, letters and notes littered on the left edge next to her quills and ink pot. 

Ominis shook his head. If he were ever to be master of the house, he had to start getting used to the furniture being his. He splashed water on his face to freshen up, and got dressed for a formal dinner.  Ominis only ever dressed up for meals with his family, but it felt far too casual to be informal in front of his ward.

Ominis descended the stairs, the scent of a rich roast chicken guiding him to the dining room. Golly had set up a full seven course meal, which was far too decadent for Ominis’s taste.  She had always spent time laboring over Ominis’s favorite foods as a child, and he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he no longer liked figgy pudding. But it had been years since he’d seen the little house elf, and he wanted to make her feel useful after being lonely in the house for so long.  Golly hummed as she set the dishes on the table, clearly happy to no longer be alone in the house. 

Ominis listened to the clock chiming and frowned. “Where is she?”

Golly sighed loudly. “Wouldn’t count on her to be on time, Master Gaunt.”

“But your feast will have gone cold.” He complained. Disrespectful child , he thought.

Ominis sat at the table for another thirty minutes, waiting and tapping his feet against the marble floor. He was about to stand and barge out of the house looking for the girl, when he sensed a figure sauntering into the dining room.

“Golly, I’m back.” A feminine voice called out. “What’s for dinner?”

 Ominis raised his wand, a bit taken aback.  When Marvolo had said she was a girl, Ominis assumed a child–but the person entering the dining room was a woman , probably his age. She was tall, and he could sense her hair swishing around, as if it were in two long braids. He could smell the scent of the coast lingering on her frock, and the mud on her shoes.

Ominis stood up abruptly.  The girl stopped in her tracks, glaring at him.

“Who are you?” she snipped.

Ominis cleared his throat, bowing his head slightly. “I’m Mr. Gaunt. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

She said nothing, slowly approaching the table. “You aren’t the Mr. Gaunt I know,” she stopped right in front of him, appraising him. “You’re…much younger.  Certainly more handsome.”

Ominis brushed the back of his neck, fighting the blush he could feel creeping on his face. “You’re referring to my older brother, Marvolo.”

She sniffed. “Yes, much more handsome.  Your brother is quite brutish.” He could feel her eyes raking over him.

“I may be blind, but I can sense you staring,” Ominis snipped. “And it’s rather unladylike.” He maneuvered to the chair next to his, pulling it out for her.

“I wasn’t raised to be a lady, Mr. Gaunt,” she taunted him as she sat down. “But if that’s what Marvolo desires of me, he’ll have it.”

Ominis frowned as he sat back in his chair. He wasn’t sure how his older brother was so well acquainted with the young woman, and he certainly didn’t want to know.

The two of them sat at the dinner table, the silence thickened the air.  For quite some time, Ominis could only make out the sound of teeth gnashing on meat, and Golly humming from the butler’s pantry.

“How did you find your travels?” The girl quipped, the soft clatter of her silverware breaking the silence of the room.

“Quite nice.  I used to spend a lot of time here as a child, and I missed the journey.” Ominis hummed. “Weather is delightful this time of year.”  He felt silly, exchanging pleasantries about the weather with his house guest.  If he were truly to be the man of the house, he should brush up on better conversation topics.

The girl cleared her throat. “I didn’t know Marvolo had a brother,” she admitted. “How much younger are you?”

Ominis stiffened, blinking his unseeing eyes at the table. “Fifteen years.  I was born while he was away at Hogwarts, so we’re not very close.” He paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes. “You didn’t go to Hogwarts.  I would’ve known you.”

“Father wanted me to stay close to home; his profession is quite dangerous, so he couldn’t imagine me being far away.” she said simply. “Mother tutored me though.”

“And what does your father do?” Ominis inquired.

She hesitated. “Rare artifacts.  One might call him a treasure hunter. We traveled frequently with him.”

“And life on the road is much safer than Hogwarts?” Ominis probed.

“I quite liked it.” she sniffed. “I’m well traveled, I’ve studied all over the world, rather than being cooped up in a dodgy old castle.”

“It’s not dodgy,” Ominis rolled his eyes. “It’s fantastic, one of the best places to be.”  Ominis counted Hogwarts as one of his happiest places–Hogwarts, the Sallow cottage in Feldcroft, and Aunt Noctua’s home.

She shrugged. “Then you haven’t traveled enough.” She tilted her head, changing the subject. “I find it strange they sent a man to watch over me, not another governess.”

“Well, I’ve heard you’ve chased all the nannies away.” Ominis chuffed.

She smiled at that, and he bit down on his lower lip to hide his smile. “I’m twenty, I don’t need a governess. I was hoping they’d send a companion, but I suppose you’ll have to do.”

Ominis set his cutlery down, wiping his mouth politely. “Look, I don’t mean to imprison you here. I won’t say that I understand exactly why I’ve been charged with your care, but I promise to treat you with respect and make sure you have everything you need for your own comfort.” he hesitated. “We both clearly have duties to our family to attend to, but I won’t restrict you.  Go about your day as you wish, and I’ll do the same.”

Ominis could feel her heated stare.  She leaned back in her chair, playing with the end of one of her braids. “You and your brother couldn’t be more different.”

He tipped his wine glass towards her. “I consider that a high compliment.”

_____

His ward had retired to bed, and Ominis decided to take a walk around the property.  He swirled a glass of wine in his hands as he stomped through the yard towards Noctua’s garden.  Perhaps he could hire a groundskeeper to tend to the land once the house was passed down to him.  Poor old Golly deserved a retirement; he could free her once he became the master of the house. He’d pay her a fair wage, just like Noctua used to…

Ominis wasn’t much of a drinker back in London; Sebastian always enjoyed hanging out with their classmates at the Leaky Cauldron, and he was a happy drunk.  Ominis, on the other hand, would be drunk just from social exposure.  He normally found drinking alone a bit depressing, but something about being in a house that was almost his made him feel like celebrating. Golly had opened up one of the good bottles from the cellar, and he wouldn’t let it go to waste.  He felt good; the tangy red liquid had him feeling warm all over, and the salty breeze from the nearby ocean was just as intoxicating.

He didn’t need his wand—Ominis could retrace his exact steps to the garden gate, having made the journey hundreds of times as a little boy without a wand.  Once, Noctua had made him count his paces, and he still found himself doing so as he approached the wrought iron gate.  He put a hand out to pull it open, frowning when his hand met air instead of the handle.

It was already open.

Ominis pulled his wand out of his pocket, taking a large gulp from the glass in his other hand.  He knew it was ungentlemanly, but he wiped his mouth with his billowing sleeve.  Wand raised and tip lit red, he pushed forward to see who might be in the garden so late.  It was nearly eleven o’clock at night, and he was the only one out of the house.  Ominis readied himself for a duel in case it was an intruder–his heart raced, hoping he wouldn’t have to defend the women in the house.

Ominis heard the soft hum of a voice in the distance; they were singing to themself, kneeling on the ground.  he could also hear the sharp slice of shears, and the sound of branches and leaves being piled up on the ground.  He held his wand in the direction of the sound, sensing the outline of a young woman on the ground.

It was his house guest; she was kneeling on the ground in her nightgown, her two braids dangling as she leaned over the garden beds.

“What are you doing?” Ominis barked.

She startled. “Oh, Mr. Gaunt.  I didn’t realize you’d be walking out here so late.”

“What. Are. You. Doing.” Ominis seethed.

He could sense her standing up, wiping her hands on her lap. “I was tending to the garden—Golly mentioned the old owner was a dab hand at herbology, and the whole thing was teeming with weeds, it was a shame.  I’ve been trying to fix the garden beds, they’re all so overgrown with ivy.  You know, it can be an invasive species if planted too close—“

“Don’t!” Ominis yelled, kicking the shears away. He knelt down on the ground, his wand discarded, feeling the garden bed. “You’ve trimmed it too far back.”

The girl scoffed. “Excuse me, I know what I’m doing. Besides, if you let it overgrow, snakes can start burrowing underneath.”

“You’re disrupting them,” Ominis growled. “Leave it be!  This isn’t your garden.” He patted the ground; Noctua’s violets were gone. “What have you done with all the flowers? Where…where did you get those shears?”

He knew the girl was staring at him oddly. “I found them in the garden shed; Golly said I could use them and the apron.  Mr. Gaunt, I’m only trying to help—“

She was wearing Aunt Noctua’s apron, he realized. Her apron, her shears, her garden, all in the hands of a stranger.

“Well, stop it.” Ominis growled. “You’ve ruined it. And take that apron off, it isn’t yours.” He bellowed, perhaps louder than he should’ve been, given the late hour. He patted around the ground, trying to get a sense of the landscape.  It all felt so different, everything familiar was missing.  Noctua’s daffodils, violets, and her beloved bluebells were all gone . “What are you even doing out of bed?” Ominis barked. “It’s terribly improper for you to be out here at this hour.”

“I’m sorry,” The girl mumbled. “I could go to town, get some seedlings. It was just in such bad shape–”

“Get out,” Ominis hissed, waving her off. “Go back to the house, go back to bed, and stay out of the garden!”

She backed away. “I-I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave you.” Without his wand he couldn’t see her retreating form, but he could hear her bare feet thumping the ground as she ran. 

Ominis took a deep breath. He knew it was unkind to have yelled at her—he didn’t even know the girl.  But the garden was Noctua’s, no one else’s.  It was up to her to decide what was a weed, what was overgrown, what to take away or prune.  When Ominis was little, he only ever acted on her orders, making sure the garden was exactly to her liking.  Noctua loved her little plants, each and every one, even if they didn’t have any magical purposes. 

Life itself is magic, she once said.  

But Noctua was dead, the garden was too neatly trimmed, and the snakes didn’t have a refuge to hide in. The house no longer had Aunt Noctua’s warmth; it no longer felt like her.

Ominis stayed in the garden and wept.

#hogwarts legacy fan fiction #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x oc #ominis gaunt x reader #noctua gaunt #marvolo gaunt

[naisilla]

The Emperor's New Muse Part .8

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: Stuck with Kayn.

Sterile light bounced off of the white walls into your waking vision, you felt blinded, having to shield your eyes with your forearm as you sat up from the medical bed. Only, your wrists were restricted with an all too familiar feeling. Once your eyes adjusted to the brightness you were pissed to see that indeed you were cuffed with the same shackles you wore the last time you were held on the Fractal Shear.

Looking around you figured you were in the medical bay of the mother ship. It was a very large white room with an abundance of beds and equipment. Compared to the Morningstar the Fractal Shears was way more advanced in medical technology.

It seems that one of the Medic A.I bots had patched you up, your scythe wounds and bruises have been sterilized and dressed. Kayn was keeping you alive, but why?

No one else was in the Medic Bay, only the various robotic aids accompanied you in the room. You were left to your own devices. Hurridley you checked your wrist but as you feared your holo watch was stripped from you, preventing you from contacting your friends.

Dammit, what now? What was your next move from here? As you were wondering exactly that a set of proud strides approached your room. Looking up you watched as the frosted glass doors slid open revealing the Ordinal himself behind them.

You brace yourself as the ordinal begins his stride towards you, the sound of his heavy footsteps punctuating the silence that surrounds you. Upon seeing you, the ordinal's gaze hardens as he stops just a few meters in front of you, his expression stony and his jaw set. You try to sit up straighter, making sure to appear as imposing and confident as you can, despite the circumstances.

Kayn looked absolutely menacing, a deadly mix of confidence and arrogance that radiated off of him. You could see the sharp gaze of his one visible eye as it scanned over you, studying you from every angle. What he was thinking was unclear, the reason he kept you alive, but it didn't look like an act of kindness.

"You haven't made a pathetic escape attempt. That's a first".

"I'm just biding my time".

Kayn chuckles darkly as if let in on an inside joke you weren't privy to. "Borrowed time darling, the clock is ticking".

You fown at Kayn's implication. "What do you mean by that?"

Kayn's dark smirk stretches into a mischievous grin. "Currently we are traveling back to Demaxia_Alpha. When we arrive I will exchange you for the templar."

You shoot Kayn a skeptical look, a swell of smug confidence beginning to rise within you. "Oh really? You actually think Yasuo would actually give up Sona for me?"

"Oh, I know he will, because it's already been arranged." Kayn chides, his chest puffing out pridefully as he tilts his head upwards to glare down at you like a snob.

"That's the shittiest lie I've heard you bluff yet."

"Oh, but it's true because I wagered an offer that drunken captain could never refuse."

"And what would that be?"

"All charges regarding the murder of his brother Yone will be lifted, along with a handsome reward will be paid for their cooperation. I'll enroll that loyal dog Malphite into the most prestigious medical school in the galaxy and that girl Jinx will get a large shipment of the empire's finest weaponry to do with as she pleases. As for the Templar, I promised to not evaporate all of the Templar orders situated throughout the galaxy and you get to live."

You stare at Kayn in disbelief. "And you honestly think they believe you?"

"It doesn't matter whether or not they believe me. I can most definitely make all of those promises come true with the snap of a finger that's the power of an Ordinal."

As you let his words sink in, an overwhelming sense of dread began to wash over you. Perhaps he was right about Yasuo being eager enough to trade a single hostage for all of those things.

You had your doubts that they didn't take Kayn seriously, only Sona seemed the most determined to stop him from opening the Ora gates. The others ran around the galaxy on the run from the Ordinal rather than trying to put a stop to him.

But surely your friends know better, they must have a plan to con Kayn. Yes! An ambush where you could escape from the Ordinal and keep Sona out of his clutches. You just had to play along until it was the right time to strike.

"Oh and before you think of trying anything at the exchange just know that you and your friends will be instantly executed."

The ordinal grins at you smugly as your eyes widen in disbelief. He continues to brag about his power and position with an arrogant confidence that is almost suffocating; you don't know what to say about the absurd situation he has put you in. You clench your bound hands tightly, the shackles digging into your wrists and the dread of the situation settling into a sickening feeling in your stomach.

"Your delusions of grandeur never cease to amaze me; you know that, right?" You snap back, trying to maintain some grip on the situation by fighting back against his arrogance.

Kayn's eyebrows raise as you continue to challenge his pride, causing you to feel a small wave of confidence as you refuse to bow down to his arrogance. His smug smirk falters slightly as he studies you intensely, seeming to ponder whether or not to make an outburst.

Instead of letting your response get through to him, the ordinal responds with a smug look. He simply laughs the comment off. "Oh darling you have no idea what true delusion is if you think this is arrogance. I assure you this is mere confidence, no room left for doubt when you've achieved everything you set out to do. I can already see that fire in your eyes, you're plotting something aren't you?"

You roll your eyes at his attempt to instill fear in you, but as he says this, a small seed of worry begins to sprout in your mind. You had hoped they would have a plan to try and ambush the ordinal, yet what he just said seemed to imply that either he knew of such an attack and had already prepared for it, or they did not have any such plans. No...your friends would not let Kayn come off with the upper hand, they couldn't.

The trip back to Demaxia_Alpha was a three day flight meaning you were stuck with the Ordinal for three days too many. Surprisingly you weren't thrown into the prison, At first, you thought it was strange that he would let you roam the ship at all, considering he hates your guts with a passion, but you would soon realize why the ordinal has you here instead of in the prison...

You knew better than to cause havoc now, you were far too weak and still recovering from your last encounter with the Ordinal. It was best to bide your time until you could reunite with your friends on Demaxia_Aplha. Until then, it was up to you to be on your best behavior around Kayn...

The ordinal continues to watch you like a hawk, his eyes following you around with every step you take. With such a long flight, the silence has become suffocating...yet you can't help but let out a small smirk when you see the discomfort on his face. It almost seemed that he was growing anxious as well, a thought which brings you a small bit of satisfaction. At least you were irritating him back with your mere existence.

With three days to kill you were forced to be on the same ship as Kayn. The ordinal was confident to let you roam as a guest with your shackles constantly monitoring you. Fortunately, the Fractal Shear is large enough for you to get away from the Ordinal. Unfortunately for you, there wasn't much to do in the mother ship.

There was the Control center installed with an Admin, a Navigation system, and a manual cockpit the size of the Morningstar.

A communications/conference room laid out the longest glass table you had seen with your eyes lined with dozens of office chairs and massive mounted monitors and hologram screens. (You were unsuccessful at trying to contact the Morningstar).

A barracks facility to house the thousands of soldiers that were stationed with the Armada.

A giant cafeteria for soldier personnel only. (As it turns out, high superiority figures had their own separate dining area)

The engine room that powered this mother ship was divided into upper and lower segments along with requiring a huge reactor that was so hot that personnel were not allowed inside without fire proximity suits.

There was the medbay which was fully automated by top of the line A.I medicine bots.

A security office system with multiple rooms for surveillance and monitoring the internals of the ship.

Oxygen, Electricity and Water systems, training rooms for the soldiers this ship had it all. As you begin to explore the fractal shear, you quickly realize just how enormous this starship truly is. It's an astonishing feat of engineering, every room is carefully designed to maximize efficiency and power. You've never seen technology on this scale before, and it's certainly impressive. Yet, you can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the sheer size of everything, and it's all so… sterile…

After exploring the entire ship you come to a realization that there is almost no way to avoid the relentless, overbearing presence of Kayn. Everywhere you go, there he is. Watching you with his cold glare, waiting for you to slip up and give him a reason to take action. You have to be careful not to do anything that would arouse his suspicion, or you may quickly regret it...

You and Kayn remain tense towards one another, neither of you speaking to the other outside of snarky retorts. The long hours of silence were deafening, it made you wonder whether or not you would make it out of this alive. Every moment felt like your last and there was no telling what the ordinal would actually do with you once they arrived.

There was definitely nothing that could compare to the constant dread and unease of having Kayn watching you and your every move. Your eyes met his numerous times, but you always tried to look away before things got too awkward. It felt like an inescapable standoff with little room for maneuvering. The only thing that somewhat eased your tension was exploring the ship, but as you were finished with that, your impatience began to grow.

It hadn't been one full day yet and you were done with Kayn constantly following you, as if you weren't constantly monitored by the stupid shackles.

"How did you do it?"

When you think that the silence can't get any more deafening, the ordinal suddenly speaks up. His words echo into your ears, catching you off guard as you are caught in the middle of examining something. A hint of boredom and irritation can be detected in his voice, yet there was an underlying layer of threat to it as well. As he speaks his eyes keep watching you intently, awaiting your response.

"Excuse me?"

Your words slip out before you can suppress them with a much harsher tone than you intended, unable to hold back your frustration at Kayn's constant presence. When he finally takes notice, your heart skips a beat, and your stomach drops. Damn it, was this finally it? Were your last seconds on this Earth? But to your surprise, Kayn seems more bored and irritated at you than the usual threatening.

"How was it that you are such an excellent spy? The Zuanite records show that you've been working as a powerplant janitor since you were 14 up till when we first encountered.

Unless you were a child soldier like myself I have no idea how you were skilled enough to pull off matching me in combat, especially without bio-mechanical enhancements or ora augmentations.

Or how you snuck through my Armada's guard, fooling us all with an unassuming facade, pretending to be some rebel wannabe when in actuality you were a spy working for the Morningstar all along."

You blink at Kayn bewildered. "You...think...I'm a spy?"

"I know you're a spy, look at you. You're using manipulative tactics to evade my questioning right now! But I have you figured out (y/n) I have you pinned, I have connected to dots."

You shake your head dismissing him with a smug chuckle "Far from it Kayn you don't know the first thing about me."

Your smug chuckle only seems to exacerbate his already growing irritation towards you. He grits his teeth as he seems unable to tear this mysterious spy persona you've put up.

"Prove me wrong." He states coldly, his eyes narrowing as if he expects you to fail the moment he says those words.

His arrogance knows no bounds as he waits for you to answer his challenge. In spite of the fact that his words are dripping with sarcasm, there is a sense of anticipation in his demeanor. It seems he is actually hoping for the opportunity to prove you wrong.

So you decided to start with divulging your backstory, albeit a concise version. From your traumatic childhood on your home planet to the struggle of making a living in Zaun while resenting the empire for it to how your antics as a mediocre rebel got you into joining the Morningstar AFTER your encounter with the Ordinal.

"So you were actually a rebel wannabe caught for tampering with one of my fleet ships. That wasn't some clever facade..."

You nod your head hoping to convince the Ordinal that his suspicions are false, but you can tell by the way he keeps looking at you that he isn't buying it. His piercing gaze and his sudden change in demeanor have you at a loss for words for a moment, you have no idea what to say to get yourself out of this and convince him otherwise. 

Kayn was unsure of whether to believe you or not, he used to pride himself on being an excellent judge of character but when it came to you he had his doubts. What if you were fooling him again? There was no way he was wrong all along right?

"That still leaves my questions regarding why you were skilled enough to rival me in a battle, if your story is true then you had zero training in combat yet you still managed to challenge me. Without any ora augmentations whatsoever."

"I have no fucking clue either Sherlock."

The fact that he continues to push this subject despite your responses made you wonder if he was just being stubborn or really couldn't accept your reasons. Kayn's brow furrows, concentrated in thought.

"what planet did you say you were from again?"

You never bothered mentioning the specific name of your home planet until now.

"Navori".

Kayn snaps his fingers as if clicking the pieces together.

"Ah yes, past the ring cluster, shares the same star system as Ionan. A barren wasteland now." The Ordinal mentions while opening his holo deck, searching through files of data.

"No thanks to your empire."

"The Demaxian empire has been rapidly expanding in the last generation, we need to continue harvesting ora to fuel our grand civilization," Kayn speaks not looking up from his holo deck.

"And you do so through draining planets dry, executing all life inhabiting it. It isn't ethical."

"It is for our survival."

You stare at Kayn disgruntled, Kayn was too stubborn to see how ruthless and destructive the empire had truly become.

A moment later Kayns green eye sparkles and he lets out an "aha". He turns to you motioning to a large text file he had pulled up on his holo deck. 

"Looks like your race was gifted in some unique abilities..."

As Kayn makes his discoveries, your own heart skips a beat and the realization of what he was alluding to dawns on you. You had never given any indication that your race had anything special, yet somehow he has figured it out.

"Don't think you're the center of the universe now, it's only a few advanced adaptions," Kayn warns his tone edged with annoyance. "You're just a mesomorph, with more strength and pain tolerance than most other humanoid races." The ordinal scrolls through some more data. "Looks like most Navoran tribes were excellent fighters due to their warrior culture...they would have made excellent soldiers for the empire."

"If only you didn't kill them all."

"Oh please they were savages, primitive beings with no sense of progression or technology."

"We were in harmony with our planet, we lived contently with nature and that's all we needed."

He seemed to be oblivious to the fact you and your people's way of life was much more peaceful in comparison to his own conquest. The thought that your small society was destroyed to make room for his empire made your blood boil. The thought of your people living in peace and harmony only to be slaughtered brutally by the empire for its greed seems to bring up an anger within you that has been simmering for some time.

Kayn noticed how your jaw and fists clenched in anger. "Oh no, looks like I've angered the primitive, you better not go all savage warrior on me."

The Ordinal was lucky you were both injured and in a situation where you were greatly outnumbered and a hostage for an exchange. In any other circumstance that asshole would be suffering the wrath of a 'savage primitive'.

Kayn watched as you closed your eyes and breathed deeply, your jaw and fists unclenching as you forced your body to calm down. It surprised him. The last time you were here on the Factal Shear as a convict you would have most certainly put up a fight. You were so reactive the first time you two met, now you were restraining yourself from lashing out. Because of what was on the line, Kayn had finally gotten you under his control, and that thrilled him.

The following two days back to Demaxia_Alpha were torture, purely because of how Kayn was insufferable both physically and mentally.

You tried to hide in your room but the Ordinal would not have it, you still had to use the bathroom or go to eat and whenever you did Kayn was always there in person watching you.

He clearly didn't trust you to not make a move, some sort of attempt to escape the Fractal Shear. Even though he had the highest security measures and surveillance on the ship along with a GPS on your shackles he still continued to personally monitor you. Totally invading your personal space and physically tormenting you with those damn restraining shackles you hated so much.

You did your best to ignore him, trying to make the most of your time onboard. Restricted to only walking around. How boring.

"This isn't some vacation, you are a glorified prisoner so be grateful you haven't been thrown into the cells."

You shot Kayn a look flipping him the middle finger which he refused to acknowledge.

That was the mental torture, how he constantly had to say something that always managed to tick you off. As if his racist remarks the previous day weren't enough to have you fantasizing about choking the life out of the Ordinal.

"At least in the cells, I wouldn't have to see your stupid face all the fucking time."

Kayn gives you a stern look. "Fine I'll grant your wish."

Well, shit.

And just like that, you found yourself taken to solidarity confinement. You had passed a few cells currently occupied by prisoners of various alien races, all beaten up and worn down. You took pity on them as they stared at you with an empty gaze, already broken before they could be transported to the jail located a few more planets away. You doubted they did anything actually criminal, the law enforcement within the empire was unstable and prejudiced.

At least now you had your peace and quiet away from Kayn, with an installed sink/toilet unit, shower, and a concrete bed you had all you needed for the remaining two days.

But without a window or no day/night lighting cycle you were stuck in a purgatory of what felt like an endless stretch of time. The only thing that helped you keep track was the meals fed through a tube system within the walls.

It was cramped in your cell, barely a seven by ten foot space but what could you expect, you were no longer in a guest suite.

"It's just two days it won't last forever". Now you had time to think to yourself about what was going to be your next course of action.

In two days you were going to arrive on Demaxia_Alpha, where supposedly Yasuo and the Morningstar would also arrive to handoff Sona in exchange for yourself and a lot of extra bonuses.

There was no way Yasuo was going to actually comply to this arrangement. Kayn could not be trusted and Sona would not be in safe hands. You could not allow those ora gates to be opened for the sake of the universe.

So when the handoff did happen it was up to you to go along with the plan until it was time to escape with both Sona and yourself. But without any communication with your friends, there was no idea as to what their plan was.

Friends huh? You finally see them as your friends. You realized that you were no longer referring to them as just the Morningstar crewmates. You liked that, you liked that they were your friends now and that they would do anything for you just as you would for them.

Kayn's harsh words came back to your mind.

"Oh and before you think of trying anything at the exchange just know that you and your friends will be instantly executed."

You knew he wasn't bluffing, he was prepared to slice you in half down the middle just the other day. It was only whispers from Rhaast that had spared you. The scythe was intelligent, using you to bait the Morningstar into giving up Sona. Even if both sides knew that the other wasn't to be trusted the Morningstar didn't really have a choice.

Well they did, they could continue with their mission and cross you off as a casualty. But they didn't, they were coming to rescue you, yes there were more benefits to them than just getting you back but everyone knew Kayn's promises were all a ploy.

You were going to escape soon, and you were going to enjoy outsmarting the ordinal once again. You could tell the Fractal Shear had landed a while ago and you patiently waited for Kayn and his soldiers to approach your cell.

Soon enough they did, and the dungeon walls echoed with marching footsteps that got closer and closer to your isolation cell. The door slides open at Kayns presence and he stares down at you with an expectant look.

You are in the middle of getting up from your bed but his soldiers are already handling you into a restrain.

"Get off of me" you hiss the roughness of being held putting strain on your healing wounds. But the soldiers remained silent only obeying the command of their Ordinal, forcefully walking you out of the mother ship and outside.

Part Nine: Finally here

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[katia-dreamer]

Another Mask Dropped

Vex can’t help but yawn as she unplaits her braid. She’s so damn exhausted. Saving the world should come with a warning. She’s about to snuff out her candle when she hears footsteps outside her room, followed by a soft knock. 

“Vex, are you awake?” Percy asks. 

“Yes.”

“May I come in?” he asks. 

“Of course." She walks to the door, and upon opening it, she is greeted by the sight of Percy standing in the corridor. Instantly, she notices the dark circles under his eyes and unshaven jaw. He looks about as tired as she feels. 

“Is everything all right, darling?”

“Yes, everything is fine. I simply need a favor,” he answers.

“What is it?” she asks. There's a beat. Percy nervously scratches the back of his neck, and apprehension stirs in her gut. “Percy?”

“I need a haircut,” he gestures to his hair, which is a little scraggly. “It’s driving me mad. I don't want to do it myself, and I'm hesitant to ask anyone else. I figured it was likely that you cut Vax's hair at least once and-"

“You want me to cut your hair?” The words sound strange on her lips. 

“Yes, please.”

They stare at each other for a moment, and after she finally nods, Percy presents a pair of shears to her. She gestures to the chair she’d been sitting in a moment ago. While she lights some extra candles, Percy sits down. He looks uneasy, and she doesn’t have to ask why. This was a layer pulled from between them; another mask dropped. She could tell him this could probably wait, but she doesn’t want to.

Instead, she moves behind him and brushes her fingers against his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

He inhales sharply but says, “Yes. You’ll know if I’m not.”

"I will," she agrees. “First, I have to get your hair a little wet."

“I should’ve thought of that,” he mutters.

“It’s fine, darling,” she replies as she dips her comb into her water basin, then turns back and raises the comb to his head. 

If she does this, there’s no going back. Oh well, it’s too late now, anyway. 

As she runs the comb through Percy’s hair, she notices how soft and thick it is against her fingers. A wave of fondness crashes through her, and she pushes it aside. After a few strokes, the motions are more natural. Soon, Percy’s head is suitably wet; the stark white strands are now darker and cling to his head. For some reason, it makes her curious about what his hair looked like when he was younger. 

“Tip your head forward,” she says. He does as she asks, and Vex slips the comb into a section of his hair, pulling upward until it reaches the ends. Then she grips the hair below the comb with her fingers and finally removes the comb. She raises the shears. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

She snips, and his hair falls to the ground at her feet. “That was relatively painless.”

Percy does not answer. Vex continues working, and every time she brushes the back of his neck with her hand, she notices how warm and smooth he is to the touch. She wonders if she would feel his pulse against her fingers if she allowed herself to linger there.

“Vex, you’ve gone quiet back there."

“Are you complaining?” she teases, hoping he won't pry further.

“No," he says. "However, I am curious what you are thinking.”

“Why did you ask me to do this and not Vax? He’s good with sharp things.”

“I trust you.” The confession makes her smile, and then Percy continues. “Besides, things between Vax and I have been complicated since the tomb."

“They have been," she pauses, wondering how to say what she wants, then finally settles for, "I am not my brother, Percy.”

“You are not,” his reply is firm but not cold.

The air in the room thickens, and her blood warms curiously. 

“You can tip your head back toward me now."

He does as she asks, and her fingers move further up his head. When they brush his forehead, she’s not surprised that his skin is warm there too. She’s also close enough to him now that her stomach is pressing against his back, and his scent teases her senses. Gods, this was so intimate. 

It needs to end before she does something rash. She makes one final snip then she moves her hands away.

“Finished. What do you think?”

Percy looks at his reflection in her mirror. “It’s much better than it was.”

Vex steps back, eager to regain some distance, while Percy stands and brushes off his shoulders and neck. “Thank you, Vex.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Sorry about the mess,” he gestures to the hair on her floor.

“It’s fine,” she answers, finally looking at him.

Their eyes meet and lock. Something pulls tight between them. 

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Once he’s gone, Vex sinks clumsily into her chair because her knees are suddenly and inexplicably the consistency of jelly. 

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