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lipglossanon · 8 months

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Trick or Treating

dark stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, daddy kink, collaring, nipple play, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, spitting, pussy slapping

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“What’re you doing?”

You continue to wrap the tootsie pop with tissue and tie it with a little black and orange ribbon.

“Making some scary ghosts to hand out,” you keep your eyes on the makeshift ghost as you dot some eyes and a mouth with a sharpie.

You shiver to feel Leon stand behind you, broad hands settling across your shoulders. Shifting in your seat, you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Thought it would be cute for the trick or treaters tonight.”

“It is cute,” his mouth ticks up in a half smile, “you’re cute.”

You bite your lip and go back to the pile of suckers and tissues, slowly making your way through them all. Leon’s mouth ghosts across your neck, dropping soft barely their kisses on your skin, biting the skin above the pretty collar you’re wearing. Shivering, your brain and hands kind of stall out as his hands slip down to cup your breasts, fingers quickly finding and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric.

“Oh? What a naughty girl,” he tsks making you whimper, thighs pressing together.

“Daddy.”

You sigh and mewl as he teases your nipples and massages your breasts while softly kissing your neck and shoulders. He keeps his mouth soft and light while his fingers pinch your sensitive buds harshly, making slick flood your panties at the juxtaposition.

“Want you, daddy,” you plead up at him, eyes wet and needy, “please.”

“Don’t you want to finish your cute Halloween project?”

You shake your head, “No, I need you now daddy. Please?”

“Mmm got my little girl trained so well,” he purrs in your ear, nipping the shell, “alright let’s go up to your room.”

You eagerly move from the table, grabbing Leon’s hand to lead him to your room.

Once your door is shut, he’s on you in a flash, pushing you roughly down onto your bed and caging you under his body. Your body burns hot to have him still so hungry for you, even if you’ve done this song and dance for quite a while now. You crave him just as much as he craves you, so you wrap your arms and legs around him to keep him close.

He grabs the leggings you’re wearing with a gleam in his eye, “You like these a lot?”

You shrug shyly, “I like them but they’re not my favo—“

With a grunt, Leon’s tendons flex in his forearms as his biceps bulge while he rips a wide hole along the seam in the crotch of your leggings. Whining, your thighs part even further as he laughs and smacks your panty covered pussy.

“Should I rip these too, pretty girl?”

Your head nods jerkily, body visibly shaking with excitement, “Uh huh, please daddy.”

With another flex of his muscles, your panties tear apart, seams popping as the threads snap baring your soaked cunt to his ocean dark eyes.

“Mm so fucking juicy,” he dips his head and licks a stripe across your pussy lips and clit.

“Daddy, oh, s’good,” you keen, body arching up to meet his mouth.

“I guess daddy gets his sweet treats a little early,” he chuckles meanly, biting your thigh hard making you sigh and moan into the painful feeling.

He buries mouth between your legs, kissing and licking your swollen clit before his tongue lathes across your pussy lips. Trailing his tongue across your cunt, he licks into your clenching hole and groans at the taste.

“Daddy,” you squirm, hips humping up into his mouth as his dark eyes watch you fall apart on his tongue.

His tongue flutters inside your pussy, fucking in and out of your messy hole until sloppy wet noises are all you can hear in your bedroom. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you tug him until his nose is grinding against your pudgy clit making you moan.

His big hands are digging into your hips, holding you up against his face so he can lick into your greedy cunt deeper than before. Thighs twitching, your legs wrap around his head, squishing his face against your soaked pussy as you grind against his mouth.

He slips his tongue out of your hole and kisses his way up to your sensitive clit, suckling the swollen bud into his mouth and letting his tongue circle against it again and again until you’re back arches off the bed.

“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you pant, hands scratching as his scalp.

“Then cum, get daddy’s face all messy,” he coos, “be a good girl and cream daddy’s face.”

His thumb circles your clit as his mouth drifts back down to your clenching hole, tongue sliding in and out teasingly until you’re whining for more. With a mean chuckle, Leon fucks his tongue into your cunt as he roughly pinches your swollen bundle of nerves. He keeps up the rough pinching until you’re wailing out your climax, pussy gushing slick all over Leon’s mouth.

With a low rumbling moan, he laps at your cunt until you’re whimpering from overstimulation and tugging his hair.

“Daddy, daddy, wanna kiss,” you pout.

He groans again, “But baby, I am kissing you.”

He kisses your clit messily making your hips jump. He goes back to licking and sucking at your cunt, tongue sliding back into your soaked hole.

“Want you to give me more,” he pulls back to spit on your pussy, making your clit throb, “let me eat you up, baby.”

Your eyes roll back as Leon pins you down to the bed. The last thought your muddled brain forms is it’s going to be a long night.

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projectniko · 8 months

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Day 5, Mspaint! I did some mspaint art and couldn't decide on what to draw. Then I went- screw it, I'M DRAWING THE MLP PRINCESS DUO. My idea was to do everything in mspaint, including the composition, the painting and rendering part. I actually love the baby Luna part, she's my favorite.

#ms paint #art #cringetober #cringetober 2023 #october #promptober #digital art #princess luna #princess celestia #filly luna #mlp g4 #mlp #mlp luna #mlp celestia #day 5 #ms paint art

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familyvideostevie · 8 months

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october 1, 2023 - october 31, 2023

promptober! daily fics for a whole month featuring:

steve harrington remus lupin bradley "rooster" bradshaw sirius black eddie munson james potter

expect to see: fluff, friends to lovers, first dates, flirting, angst, no good at waiting, sick!fic, pre-relationship, fall vibes, spooky vibes, smut, and more!

all smut will be marked mdni and 18+ and contain explicit warnings/descriptions

all fics will be posted at 5 pm central time. keep track of what has been posted here once october starts! all fics will be tagged #fvspromptober23

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october 1: steve harrington | after the events of august, steve and bee girl (you) wake up in your new house | no good at waiting one-shot, fluff | 1.1k

october 2: remus lupin | you and remus make soup on a fall day | fluff, a bit suggestive | 1.1k

october 3: bradley "rooster" bradshaw | you go to a tailgate with your friend bradley | friends to lovers | 1.5k

october 4: sirius black | sirius watches you garden | early relationship, fluff | 1k

october 5: eddie munson | you and eddie go mushroom picking | fluff, friends to lovers | 1.2k

october 6: james potter | james brings you to a campfire with his friends | fluff! james being flirty | 1.1k

october 7: steve harrington | you run into your ex and he’s wearing your scarf | mostly angst, maybe some fluff! hopeful ending! | 1.2k

october 8: remus lupin | you and remus fool around on a spooky path at night | 18+, minors dni, fem!reader, semi-public sex, unprotected sex | 1.9k

october 9: bradley "rooster" bradshaw | a girl who isn’t you hits on rooster at oktoberfest | jealousy (not really), fluff, established relationship | 1.1k

october 10: sirius black | you and sirius try to watch a scary movie | 18+, mdni, fem!reader, unprotected sex | 1.3k

october 11: eddie munson | you and eddie go to the harvest festival | fluff and first date vibes! | 1k

october 12: james potter | you encounter james at the bus stop | fluff, pre-relationship, flirty friends | 1.1k

october 13: steve harrington | the power goes out at family video | a little spooky, steve being a shit, fluff | 1.2k

october 14: remus lupin | it’s picture day with your friends | marauders being silly, fluff | 1k

october 15: bradley "rooster" bradshaw | after a hookup, you and bradley spend an unexpected night together | friends to lovers, only one bed, 18+, mdni, fem!reader, sex, porn WITH plot | 3.7k

october 16: sirius black | sirius takes you on his motorbike | first-dateish, fluff | 1.5k

october 17: eddie munson | you injure yourself carving pumpkins with eddie | some blood! fluff, a little suggestive | 1.1k

october 18: james potter | somehow, you end up in the flat of the guy across the street who walks around naked in front of the window all the time | 18+, mdni, a bit of accidental voyeurism?, some exhibitionism, smut, fem!reader | 4k

october 19: steve harrington | you find a guy at a halloween party dressed in a matching costume. guess you have to hook up with him, right? | 18+, mdni, smut, fem!reader | 2k

october 20: remus lupin | you get sick and remus takes care of you | friends to lovers, sick!reader, fem!reader, fluff | 1.3k

october 21: bradley "rooster" bradshaw | how does bradley really feel about you? | enemies(not really)-to-lovers, miscommunication, fem!reader, fluff | 2.3k

october 22: sirius black | your coffee shop gets a new barista. he’s very enthusiastic | grumpy!reader and sunshine!sirius, fluff | 1k

october 23: eddie munson | you and eddie go apple picking…and hook up in the parking lot | 18+, mdni, fem!reader, established relationship, car sex, unprotected sex | 1.8k

october 24: james potter | james forgets his gloves on a walk along the river | established relationship, fluff, first i love you | 1.2k

october 25: steve harrington | you want steve to go to the halloween party with you, but he’s being dense | friends to lovers, fluff | 1k

october 26: remus lupin | you’ve been on three dates without a kiss. will today change that? | first kiss, early relationship, fluff | 1k

october 27: bradley "rooster" bradshaw | you and bradley take a bath together after a long day | 18+, mdni, fem!reader, slight overstimulation, aftercare | 2.7k

october 28: sirius black | will a haunted house finally bring you and sirius together? | pre-relationship, friends to lovers, some fake gore | 1k

october 29: eddie munson | a stranger gives you his jacket | rockstar!eddie, flirting, fluff | 1k

october 30: james potter | you find a photo of the two of you in james's pocket | established relationship, fluff | 1k

october 31: steve harrington | last halloween didn’t end that well for you and steve. but this year? much better. | a no good at waiting one-shot, fluff, smut, mdni, 18+ | 2.4k

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adelaideoldburg · 8 months

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SSO PROMPTOBER 2023

Day 5 - Cliff

#sso #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #adelaide oldburg #denny's #ssopromptober2023

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plisuu · 8 months

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Happy Whumptober! I'm a little late with the sharing, but I decided I'd try to tackle a promptober this year. Days 1-5 are up on Ao3 - mind the tags.

Rating: M

Relationship(s): Cullen x Male Trevelyan, Post-breakup Solas x Male Trevelyan (Queerplatonic)

General Warnings: Whump, Angst, PTSD, Flashbacks, Lyrium Addiction/Abuse, Torture, Captivity, Drugging, Restraints, Body Horror, Graphic Description of Blood and Injuries

Individual chapters contain additional warnings.

Connor Trevelyan is brought back to Skyhold after being rescued from the Red Templars in Emprise Du Lion. His recovery goes less than smoothly, riddled with flashbacks and nightmares as his companions find themselves in a race against red lyrium.

Day 1 below the cut:

Day 1: Safety Net wc: 1057 "But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps."

Connor stirred, his body heavy with exhaustion and… mostly exhaustion. It was a struggle to open his eyes at all. Everything was too bright, too sharp, too painful and heavy and Maker he was so tired. Had he slept? When was the last time he really slept anyway? Time had been a blur, day and night blended into an eternity in the dark, only able to tell the passing of hours by the schedule of the red templars that traded shifts outside the cell door.

Now? The world was blinding, sun scattered over snow and filtered through glass. What did he remember? Shouting, swords hitting shields, cutting flesh, the clamber of armor, the soft glow of magelight, and then pain. Excruciating pain. There was nothing else after that. Before all of that even? Only more pain. He tried to block it out, the hum of red lyrium, blood on stone, on fiber, on steel—his mouth flooded with the taste of it, and he lurched to the side, heaving.

A warm, heavy hand pressed against his shoulder, another smoothed his hair back, and he choked, a sob wracked with pain and sick and fear. Every movement was met with burning strain. He was too heavy, he felt like lead, every movement sluggish, every attempt to get away from those hands was too weak and he couldn’t think, and the room was too damn bright and—

“Fuck. Hey, it’s alright. You’re going to hurt yourself, just breathe, okay?”

The low rumble of Bull’s voice washed over him, so close, and yet…. He couldn’t trust it, shouldn’t trust it. Another dream—or nightmare, what was the difference at this point? But he stilled anyway, afraid of what might happen otherwise. He heard a quiet sigh from the other side of him, a whisper of breath.

“Pain if I don’t obey. Pain if I do, but then it will stop. I can breathe, I can’t break, I must breathe and wait and they will come for me. This isn’t them, they will come. They have to.”

“Hey kid, I don’t think that’s—”

The voice was closer, Conner felt a cool hand on his cheek, the brush of fabric, the shade of a wide brim blocking the sunlight that streamed in from the windows.

“We came. We found you. You’re home. Safe. Skyhold. The Iron Bull is here, and me, and I am not a demon. Solas is coming to help stop the singing.”

The room was silent then, aside from Connor’s labored breath. He considered the words, his surroundings, and opened his eyes, slowly. A pale face peered down at him, a look of focused concern on his features, stringy blonde hair clinging to the frame of his gaunt face, a figure no demon had been able to parse from his memories.

“… Cole,” Connor managed, his voice a hoarse croak. He grimaced at the sound, and then flinched at the pain that the expression caused him, the world beginning to spin as he grew lightheaded from the effort. He sucked in a sharp breath that crackled in his lungs, and agonizing pain radiated through his chest. It was an endless cycle of breathing and pain feeding into each other until he forced his mind to empty, focusing on his fluttering pulse and some silently repeated words of the Chant, inaudible and hardly formed. Eventually, the burning ebbed into a dull ache and Cole pulled his hand away.

“Yes,” The boy finally replied. “I found you, in the Fade, but Dorian found you first, and then Cassandra, and then The Iron Bull. Cullen wanted to be there, but the red made it hard. He will be happy you’re awake, I should—”

“Cole, don’t. Not yet. It will only cause the Commander more pain, to know but not be able to see him.”

The door shut softly, accompanied by the quiet footfalls of bare heels and worn leather on carpet alongside the clinking of bottles filled with liquid.

"Please inform Cassandra that the Inquisitor is awake, though," Solas continued.

Cole nodded glumly before simply disappearing, and the elf took his place, hovering over where Connor lay as Bull shifted to accommodate his presence.

“I can only save you from certain death so many times, Inquisitor,” Solas chided him, the words stern but not unkind, gentle yet guarded, a light jest to conceal the worry. Connor closed his eyes again, trying to will away the pinpricks of tears that threatened to spill. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t show weakness, not here, not now, not after already having his dignity shattered by requiring rescue. Not after Weston wrung every ounce of vulnerability from him and used it against him. Not after Solas had already quietly left him alone and floundering in Crestwood, unsure of what he had done wrong. He swallowed around the lump in throat and kept his eyes closed.

Solas placed a cool cloth over his forehead and pulled some of the blankets aside, seemingly content to ignore the turmoil that roiled away inside him. All of that was forgotten, however, as Solas began to carefully unwrap bandages from around his torso that were stiff with blood and stuck to the skin in numerous places. Bull helped, murmuring quiet reassurances as he propped Connor up, but most of them were either lost in the pain or possibly in Qunlat, Connor wasn’t sure. All he knew was how much it hurt, and he hissed in pain and tensed, but did not move. He had suffered worse.

“That looks… bad,” Bull grunted.

“There is still red lyrium in the wound,” Solas replied. “It is a miracle we found you when we did, Inquisitor. Any longer and… The infection has progressed quite a bit, but is still manageable. The lyrium’s growth, however, while not as bad as it could be given the circumstances, is not insignificant. It will be difficult to remove.”

Connor didn’t reply. He couldn’t. ‘Looks bad,’ did not begin to cover the gashes and raw scabbing that covered him, angry and weeping, or the faint glow of red that spiderwebbed beneath bruised and mottled skin, spreading from a significant wound in his side that still bled freely. He felt himself going lightheaded as Solas continued to speak, his limbs going slack. He heard Bull swear, and then the world spun and went dark.

#whumptober 2023 #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #red templars #my writing #whump #angst #i apologize for nothing

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fyeah7kpp · 8 months

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7KPP Promptober Day 5

Happy Thursday! I got distracted earlier so I'm a few hours late, but here's day 5!

Day 5: Counter

Feel free to interpret this however you may wish. As before, please be sure to mention us or tag “7KPP Promptober 2023” if you want to participate. Also, feel free to check out the original announcement post here to find other prompt lists you could consider following instead!

Happy creating!

-Mod Tina

#7KPP #Seven Kingdoms: The Princess Problem #7KPP Promptober 2023

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balladofaldelis · 8 months

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PROMPTOBER 2023 DAY 5: STRIPES

This one was really hard but I got through it! I had an idea but as I was writing I lost track of it and it went somewhere else entirely, but I think I'm okay with where it went. :) Draco and Regus are in this one!

PROMPTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

TW for gore

Draco knows better than to get himself into petty fights. Most people know better than to get into petty fights with Draco.

He's everything a person wouldn't want to face in combat. Freakishly tall, fairly muscled, two horns on his head, a tail with jagged spikes, wings, draconic feet... even without his body, he's intelligent, a tactician, strong, swift: a killing machine, an amalgamation of deadly traits put into one man. If Draco didn't know better he'd think his father made him that way on purpose, to be his greatest monster.

He embodies it regardless. As he wanders the back streets of Capital Gore he knows he looks like trouble.

Draco sets himself up in a bar for the night, when he finally finds one. It's a back alley sort of place, run-down, not the sort of place a Prince should be. But he doesn't mind. When he was in the army in the civil war he'd go to all sorts of establishments with the men. They'd drink whatever there was, pick fights with anyone that stood in the way of whatever mission the special forces were on, do near enough whatever they pleased.

He's calmed down since then. Most of the time, anyway. Nights like tonight are a rare exception.

He will admit, he's drank a little. Not enough to completely numb his mind but enough to take down the barrier that would usually stop him from finding his way out like this. His nerves are buzzing and his long ears twitching, taking in the chatter around him. At first there's nothing of note being discussed, but eventually he hears the murmur of his name spoken among patrons, hushed whispers remarking how unusual it is to see him around here.

Draco keeps to himself for now. Chatter is nothing to worry about, after all. He stays at the bar to drink, tail curled around the stool and wings drawn close to his body.

Someone joins him a little later, words slurred as he greets him, "The great Draco Sanguis in a place like this? What's the occasion?"

"Melancholy," Draco sighs, his eyes flitting up to assess the human. He's built well from exercise but his skin is tight around his muscles and his face gaunt. One of the poor folk of Capital Gore, no doubt. There's no ring on his finger to indicate he's married, nor would any respectable man - at least as Draco sees it - be out so late away from their children. An ache settles in Draco's chest at the thought, the sorrow that brought him to the bar spreading throughout him and alongside it his restlessness. Draco does not handle emotion well: it often leads back to the same old violence.

"There's nicer places to settle your sadness than this. Unless you've come to laugh at us poor folk. That seemed to make your darling brother happy," the man retorts, stumbling over his words.

Draco prickles, the tip of his tail twitching. "Are you stupid, or do you have a death wish?"

"Is that a threat, pretty boy?" the man grins.

Draco is undeniably in a place of privilege, by no means should he look down on the common folk. But for people like this he has none of his patience nor humility. Draco gets up from his stool, towering over the man, glowering down at him. "It can be. Do you know who you're messing with?"

"The man that lost his own son?" he bites back, laughing to himself loudly. "Boy must'a been desperate to get away from you if you can't find him." When Draco goes stiff, brows furrowing, the man continues with a smirk. "Ex-guard, I am. Got to hear about all those little endeavours. That's right, that means I've got Sanguis protection too. Can't do shit to me, reptile. Means I can do whatever I want to you."

Quickly the man stands, pushing Draco harshly. He measures his strength immediately: more than expected, not enough. Draco is steady on his feet, the push making him take only one step back, but forcing that restlessness up, boiling it into anger. His fingers twitch and he reaches out to take the man's shoulders in his hands, twisting and throwing him to the floor by the door.

"Outside, if you have the stomach." Draco steps over him. Behind him there's a commotion within the bar, lifting its former silence into an excited murmur. They're expecting a fight, to see the Prince take a few punches. Draco knows it will not end so prettily.

He waits outside the bar for a few moments, drinking in the glow of the moonlight, lifting his head to Mother Artemis above. The stars shine down on him like a protective light, soothing, gentle. But Draco has none of Her tenderness. No, he is only full of rage.

"What, got under your skin?" the man says as he saunters out with a stagger, clearly inebriated. "If only daddy dearest took better care of-"

He never finishes his sentence. Draco lunges for him, pushing him to the ground, wrapping hands around the man's throat with a cry of fury, squeezing, constricting. The man croaks under him and Draco sees red.

"Oh, how terrible it must feel," Draco hisses, a growl rumbling in his throat, draconian in nature, "to not be able to run your mouth." The man's vocal chords try desperately to create some sort of a sound. Draco's rage can only be ignited further. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

But he doesn't stop, hands slapping weakly against Draco's, legs moving uselessly, and he can't take it. Quinn swirls in his mind, the boy he lost, the joys that disappeared from his life that day he couldn't find him in his room.

"Get away from me? Get away from me? All I did was protect him," Draco spits, releasing the man for just a moment, hands trembling too much to squeeze, "from fuckers like you. Putanas yos, you speak like a man that's never felt a loving touch in his life. What do you know about my son? What have you gone around saying about my son?"

By now the man's eyes are wide in fear, seeing Draco in a complete frenzy. He must've been sure the Sanguis protection all guards and ex-guards have would protect him, that Draco wouldn't infringe upon a code from his own family, that he would have thicker skin. But he doesn't, and nobody speaks of his boy like that. Nobody has any right - no, so he deserves this, doesn't he?

"Prince Draco-" the man begins, but Draco sees red. He flares his wings wide, encasing the man's view in salmon stripes. His eyes dart around, stunned by the display like prey dazed by a predator, his vision dashed deep pink.

With a cry that starts guttural and becomes a scream, Draco tears his nails into the man's throat. They don't breach at first. No, he has to claw. But his nails are long and sharp and with enough force he draws blood. But blood won't do. There's more to be done, more justice to be served. He claws deeper, stronger, the man's screams shrill in his ears. At first he begs, then Draco opens up that poorly-shaven throat and severs the tubes inside until all he can hear is the desperate wheeze and whistle of air trying to travel through. Blood sputters from his jugular, filling his windpipe, splattering out of his mouth and bubbling in his nose as he tries to breathe, fighting a losing battle for his life.

All Draco can do is stare, his hands dripping scarlet, arterial spray battering his clothes. They're nothing special anyway, nothing he will miss. He wonders if people will miss this man. He wonders who he thinks about as he relives every beat of his life. He wonders if he has family waiting for him at home.

That's what tears him out of his haze with a gasp of clarity. He draws in rasping breath after breath, his heart battering his ribs. He clutches his chest, shaking his head. Who knows who this man had left? He's someone's son - is that someone awaiting their boy to return home to them?

Draco's eyes are wide, his entire body shaking, as he gets to his feet. I got what I wanted, didn't I? This is what I wanted. But gods, he wanted a fight, not a murder. Maybe he should've thrown a punch first, not let him speak for as long as he did. A million possibilities run through his head, timelines where his hands aren't coated in the stolen life of another.

By now the patrons of the bar have moved past their shock and started to filter outside. Before they can approach him Draco beats his wings, lifting him into the air far enough to land upon one of the rooftops. He just has to make his way to the side of the Palace, then he can make his way through the portal and stagger his way back home.

To my father, he thinks, my father will understand.

But as he staggers across them, remnants of adrenaline turning his legs weak, he finds himself unable to continue. Eventually he collapses atop the roof of some shop towards the middle of Capital Gore, where the streets are guarded. He looks down at them for a moment, his chest filling with a deep ache. "Gods, Quinn, you'd forgive me, wouldn't you?"

He almost expects an answer, to hear that youthful voice tell him he would, but there's only the whistling of the cold air, reminiscent of the man's desperate wheezes. He can't stand to be alone a moment longer.

He drops down from the roof, staggering up to the first guard he sees, though it doesn't take long for a small group of them to surround him, concerned for their Prince drenched in blood. When he speaks he sobs, hardly aware that he'd been crying at all, "Please, just take me home."

That night he finds his father, who immediately draws him a bath in a tub and takes his own hands to washing him, gentle and tender. Draco sobs the entire time, flashes of the man in his mind, flashes of his son, flashes of everything that used to be. He feels pathetic lying here like a child, letting his father wash the blood from his wings and his hair and his face, especially so late at night when they should both be sleeping.

Regus doesn't know about Quinn. In fact, none of his family do. The guard... he must have been assigned to Draco's room, must have overheard something or seen Quinn poke his head out, curious about the world. His heart aches, wondering if he should come clean, but he's disgraced himself enough tonight.

As he dries off he sits with his head in his father's lap. Despite his wet hair, Regus doesn't mind, petting his head gently, his eyes closed.

"Are you ever afraid of losing anything?" Draco asks softly.

"There is not a man in the world who is not afraid of loss," Regus answers, the deep rumble of his voice soothing Draco. "Don't be troubled, liveloúla," Draco almost recoils at the nickname - he'd taken it from Regus to call Quinn, "it is inevitable that we will all lose things. Be thankful for what you have in the present, and treasure what you have had in the past. What is it that's brought you such melancholía?"

Draco hesitates, casting his gaze away. "Sometimes I lay in bed at night, thinking."

"Ah," Regus chuckles, "don't we all? Pay little mind to your imagination at night. Sometimes it exists only to upset you."

After a few moments, Draco's ears go a little red with embarrassment, but his heart is soft as he whispers, "Can I sleep in your room tonight, patér?"

No matter the fact that his son is grown, no matter if he could easily say no and tell Draco to grow up, Regus loves his children dearly. Regus smiles down at him, opening those bizarre red and gold eyes. "Of course you can, dear. Do you want me to speak to you like you're little again, too?"

Draco snorts at the joke, sitting up and letting out a sigh, wiping his eyes free of the wetness there. "I'll go get dressed into my night clothes."

"Go on then. Don't get into any more trouble on your way," Regus chuckles, calling the guards to tend to the bath as they depart.

That night Draco sleeps well, the man no longer haunting him as long as he has his father nearby. But his chest still aches with the sorrow he'd tried to drown, everlasting. He wonders if one day it will ease, or if it will always be there until the day Quinn comes home. And gods, he better come home. There will be a great party on the day he does, so grand that everyone will want to attend. He'll make sure to show his pride and joy to his whole family, and keep the secret that drove him out no longer.

dividers: by saradika

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