#serpents-den's asks

[melanirana]

Finally! Somone else who loves Naga DCAs!!!!! I love your art style for all three boys! They are gorgeous! I can't pick a favorite!!! Agdgfgjfghsdfhafsda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love all three of them, but there is a clear outlier. (I love white-lipped pythons, they're so pretty)

@naffeclipse the naga boys

#the serpent den #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf eclipse #fnaf au #ask me

[bleedinghearth]

Cue a very serious Hunchback, kicking the door open, holding all manner of weaponry on his person as he stomps towards Teddy, cocking the lever of his Matter Obliterator Ray. "Let's...rock."

"Mate, we don't even know where this clown is. Let's figure out what kind of information we can extract from the turncoat, then we'll worry about pointing the sapient whirlwind that your father has become in his general direction. Patience, Igor. We'll get our chance."

#IC #suntdracull #ask; #Event: The Serpent's Den; #omega timeline;

[theostrophywife]

shut up kiss me.

pairing: theodore nott x reader

song inspiration: shut up kiss me by angel olsen.

author's note: everyone say thank you to my love @writingsbychlo for fueling my delusions. constantly spamming her with my ideas because i have no self control when it comes to this man. there’s just something about theo fighting that makes me absolutely feral but i’ll hush now before i spoil it 🤭

Theodore. Fucking. Nott. 

Those three words fueled your rampage as you marched across the quidditch pitch. The audacity of that cocky, arrogant, silver tongued Slytherin knew no bounds. For years, you tolerated the pompous prick and the rivalry between you, but today he had finally gone too far. 

You cleared the field in less than a minute, passing by confused players as you angrily seethed. You spotted a shock of familiar platinum blonde hair and walked right up to Draco Malfoy. 

“Where the hell is he?”

He chuckled, perfectly aware of your longstanding enmity with his closest friend. “What’s he done this time?”

“Where. Is. He?” you repeated through gritted teeth. “Don’t make me ask again, Malfoy.” 

The blonde paled several shades when he saw the fire burning in your gaze. “Locker rooms. I wouldn’t go in there, Y/N. They’re still shower—“ Draco sighed as you brushed past him. “Whatever, it’s your funeral.”

The locker rooms were steamy, the heat and humidity clinging to your school uniform as you stalked through the aisles. The Slytherin players startled when they spotted you amongst their midst. 

“Well, well, well,” Mattheo drawled as he leaned against the wall. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips and he smirked when your eyes flickered over his body. “What do we have here? A sweet little Hufflepuff marching straight into the viper’s den.”

“Where the fuck is he, Riddle?”

Mattheo grinned lazily. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that, sweetheart.” 

“You know exactly who I’m talking about. Your arrogant prick of a friend who sent my fucking date to the hospital wing!” 

Before you went to sleep last night, you had done so with a grin on your face after a wonderful date with Alec Stone at the Three Broomsticks, but then you arrived at breakfast this morning with no Alec in sight and the rumor mill rampant with talks of Theo pummeling some poor Ravenclaw in the courtyard. 

You were going to kill him. 

“Sorry, love. Doesn’t ring a bell.” 

You frowned, purposely bumping against Mattheo as you walked further down the dimly lit aisle. In your trail for vengeance, you ran into a very flustered looking Enzo who yelped as he sought to cover his very naked torso. 

“Y/N,” Enzo said, hastily wrapping a towel around his waist. “What are you doing in the locker rooms?”

Behind him, the sound of the shower running echoed against the marble tiles. “Is he in there?”

Berkshire’s face fell. “You heard about the fight?” 

“It wasn’t a fight,” you said angrily. “He pummeled Alec so badly that he’s currently in the hospital wing with a concussion and several broken bones.”

“Just hear him out, okay?” 

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “Hear him out? Your precious Theodore beat the absolute shit out of my date and you want me to hear him out? For what? What reason could Theo possibly have for doing what he did to Alec? He couldn’t stand to see me have fun for two fucking seconds? This is low even for him and you know it, Enzo.”

“You don’t know the whole story, Y/N.” 

“Well then please point me in the right direction so I can hear from the arsehole himself.” 

“He’s in there,” Enzo said, pointing to the shower stalls. “But I’m warning you, Y/N. He’s in a proper foul mood.” 

You huffed. “That makes two of us.” 

The steam from the showers rose up like a malevolent fog, curling around your feet as you stormed through the stalls. You found him in the farthest corner, water trickling down his back as he faced the tiled wall. His body language was tense, like a serpent preparing to strike. A crimson trail swirled against the marble as blood dripped from Theo’s bruised knuckles. The sight of it incensed you. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” 

Theo whipped his head towards your direction, his dark curls plastered against his cheek. Those watercolor eyes were stormy, the blues and greens flickering with anger as he met your gaze. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said dismissively. 

“Bullshit!” You countered, stepping further into the stall. The steam barely covered Theo’s naked form, but you weren’t about to let that deter you from demanding answers. “You owe me a fucking explanation.”

“For what?” 

“For what?” you repeated incredulously. “You beat Alec within an inch of his life and that’s all you have to say for yourself? Honestly Theodore, have you gone absolutely mental?” 

“He deserved it.” 

“Why? Because he took me out on a date? Because you couldn’t stand to let me have this one thing? You absolutely loathe the idea of me being even remotely happy, don’t you?” 

Theo clenched his fists as his jaw twitched in anger. “No. I loathe the idea of that miserable excuse of a human being breathing the same air as you.” 

“So you beat him to a bloody pulp?” 

His voice was cold and icy, cutting through you like glass. “He’s lucky I didn’t do worse.”

“What do you have against Alec?” You moved closer to Theo, closing the gap as you poked his chest. The shower streamed over the both of you, blurring your vision. The water was hot against your skin, but it paled against the heat of your own anger. “What did he ever do to you, Theo?” 

Theo gripped your wrist. You were vaguely aware of his nakedness, but he made no move to hide it and you were too furious to even care. “Don’t say his name. I can’t bear to hear you say it after what he said about you this morning.” 

You stepped backward, flinching. “What—what are you talking about?” 

When you met his gaze, you startled. You’d never seen Theo this angry before. His eyes, which were usually dead and expressionless, burned with a cold sort of fury. 

“I heard him in the courtyard, bragging to his stupid friends. I thought he was just chatting shit, so I kept back. I only came down for a smoke, but then he said your name.” 

The pit in your stomach grew. “What did he say?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure you wanted to know. Not if he was this angry over it.

“The stupid fucking prick was talking about your date. The dress you wore. The smiles you gave him. The hand holding through Hogsmeade. Then one of his gormless mates asked if he got lucky.” 

You froze at his words as a horrible feeling washed over you. Theo loosened his grip on your wrist, but didn’t let go. 

“Do you know what that sodding idiot said? I will, soon enough. I can tell she’s raring to go.” 

Tears pricked at your eyes. You felt like you were going to be violently sick. 

“And his friends—those miserable fucking wankers started betting on how long it would take. Two dates. Three. A month.” Theo’s hands were shaking, violence spilling over into his veins. “That smug tosser smirked and said he could’ve had you out in the hallway. That’s how eager you were.”

“I barely even touched him!” you said angrily. “I kissed his cheek good night and that was it.” 

“I know,” Theo said, his voice low and rough. “I know you. I knew he was lying, so I fucking lost it. I walked over there and just punched and punched until my knuckles were bloody and bruised and all I could see was red. I wanted to wipe that stupid fucking smirk off his mouth.” 

You could picture Theo putting out his cigarette ever so calmly before walking over to throw the first punch. You’d seen him fight before. He was relentless. Where Mattheo was pure fire and rage, Theo was as cold as ice. There was nothing but lethal calm in those dead eyes as he delivered blow after blow in absolute silence. 

“Eventually, Blaise and Enzo pulled me off of that prick.” He averted his gaze as if remembering the moment. “When his idiot friends finally peeled him off the floor, I spit on the fucker. I told him to consider it a warning. That I’d do a lot worse if I ever heard your name come out of his mouth again. I promised him that a concussion would be the least of his worries if he didn’t stay the fuck away from you.”

The tears fell down your cheeks despite your efforts to keep them in. The anger all but faded from Theo’s eyes as soon as he realized that you were crying. You were so, so stupid. For thinking Alec was a nice guy. For being so giddy after your date only for him to turn around and spit vile lies about you. 

For crying in front of your worst enemy.

The color drained from Theo’s face as you cried into your hands. You felt him shift beside you, debating whether or not to come closer. 

“Don’t,” you said through a broken sob. “Don’t come near me.” 

Theo flinched at your words, looking visibly pained. His voice was soft and soothing when he spoke again. “Tell me how to fix it. Do you want to yell at me? Punch me? Go ahead, love. I can take it.” He sounded desperate. “Just please, please don’t cry.” 

You hugged your arms around your waist and glared at him. “Why do you even care?” 

He paused, fingers flexing at his side as he fought the urge to reach out and comfort you. 

“Because I care about you!” The exasperation in his voice made your chest tighten. “I care that you let that stupid idiot take you on a date to the Three Broomsticks. I care that you fucking smiled at him when he gave you roses even though I know you prefer sunflowers. I care that you kissed him on the cheek when he dropped you off at your dorm.”

You sniffled, utterly perplexed at his words. “I don’t understand. We hate each other!” 

Theo visibly softened, the tension leaving his body. “I could never hate you, Y/N.” He reached for your hand. Your first instinct was to pull away, but you let him trace soothing circles on your skin. “I may tease you. Prank you. Annoy you. But I’ve never hated you.” 

Theo wiped the dried up tears from your cheeks. No fresh tears, which he took as a good sign. “I don’t even think you remember this, but I tried asking you to the Yule Ball in fourth year.” 

The memory surfaced. You were reading by the Black Lake and Theo had asked if you had a date. You said no, to which he promptly asked if he could take you. You left in a huff, thinking that it was just another way to rile you up. 

“I thought you were just trying to get a rise out of me. If I would’ve known…” 

Theo paused. “How could you not know? How could you not see?” 

The rage crashed against you like an errant wave. You didn’t know if you were angry at Theo or yourself, but you exploded either way, unable to keep your emotions under control. 

“Because you never told me, you idiot!”

“I never told you, but I showed you.” He smiled crookedly. “I'm not good with words, obviously. Every time I open my mouth it’s like I say the perfect combination of words to piss you off. So I learned to tell you how I felt through my actions.” 

“Haven’t you ever wondered why your favorite study spot in the library is always free? That’s because I threatened anyone who came near it. Or how you never seem to run out of quills despite the fact that you manage to break one every day from how hard you write? I always replaced them when you weren’t looking.” Your heart clenched at his words. “I even bribed first years to bring you hot chocolate when I knew you were pulling all nighters.” 

You stood there, staring at him. This wasn’t the cocky, arrogant Theo that you knew. He was looking at you so earnestly that it physically hurt how endearing it all was. 

“Why would you let me think that you were an inconsiderate jerk this whole time?” 

Those hypnotizing eyes pierced right through you, filled with a sadness so heavy that you felt it weighing on your chest. 

“Because at least you were thinking of me.”

You swayed gently. The water had long seeped into your bones, making you shiver as all of your clothes stuck to your skin like paper. You were convinced that your body had gone into shock. The range of emotions you were currently experiencing was turbulent to say the least. You stood in stunned silence, just taking it all in. Then the impact of his words hit you all at once. 

Theo watched as your bottom lip trembled. Panic seized him as you began crying again, this time not bothering to hide it from him. “Fuck I’m sorry, Y/N. Please don’t cry.” 

He didn’t know what to do. Should he comfort you? Should he keep his distance? Theo felt like he was doing a rather exceptional job of mucking things up. 

“Why are you saying sorry?” You said between hiccups. “I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

Theo caressed your cheek. So gently. Like he half-expected you to recoil. That only set a fresh wave of tears to spill onto your cheeks. 

“You have nothing to apologize for, love.” 

“Of course I do!” you nearly wailed. “I’ve been horrible to you. I’ve thought the worst of you, but all this time you were doing all these sweet, considerate things and I never even noticed. You should’ve told me, Theo.” 

“I—I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way,” Theo said softly. “It was better to have you hate me and still be part of my life than risking not having you in it at all.” 

Because at least you were thinking of me. 

It was the saddest thing that you’ve ever heard. For years, Theo settled for being your enemy because he’d rather have your hatred and loathing than indifference. He sustained himself on the bare minimum because he thought that was all he deserved. 

“I’m sorry, Theo. I’m so so fucking sorry.” 

Theo was absolutely distressed. “Fuck, look Y/N. Let me just finish up here and get my towel and when I’m dry and slightly less naked then we can talk, okay?” 

You sniffled, wiping your tears away. There was no way you could wait. Not after everything Theo had just told you. Not after everything that he’s been telling you all these years. Theo had literally and figuratively laid himself bare before you. The least you could do was to even the playing field. 

So you unlaced the gold and black tie around your neck. Unbuttoned your blouse and threw it somewhere behind you. Stepped out of your skirt and stared at Theo head on. 

“Oh—Merlin’s beard, what in the hell are you doing, Y/N? Are you trying to send me into cardiac arrest?” 

You shook your head, smiling slightly. Theo was determined to look everywhere but at your very exposed body. You were still in your bra and panties, but the black lace really didn’t leave much to the imagination. Especially when the water clung to every inch of your skin. 

“You were vulnerable with me,” you said simply. “So I’m returning the favor.” 

Theo felt like he was definitely headed for an early grave. He tried to think of something—anything—other than the girl he’s been head over heels for since third year standing naked in front of him.

“Theo,” you said softly. His name had never sounded half as good coming out of anyone else’s mouth. He wanted to bottle the sound. “Can I—can I hug you?” 

He could’ve sworn that his heart had stopped beating. The air had all but left his lungs, deflating his entire body as though he’d fallen off his broom and plummeted through the sky at breakneck speed. 

Theo didn’t recognize his own voice as he said, “Of course you can, Y/N.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before you dashed into his arms, nearly toppling him over from the force of it. You were a tiny little thing, but you were stronger than you looked. He smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes as you hugged him. For a minute you and Theo just stood there under the trickling water, holding each other as though you were the only two people alive. 

If this was all the affection you were willing to give him, Theo would’ve been content to hold onto you until you grew tired of him. His slender fingers traced down your spine, drawing soothing circles against your skin as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You felt safe. Like nothing bad could ever happen as long as you were with him.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this. There was just this spark between you. Perhaps that was part of the reason why you had been so angry this morning. 

It hadn’t just been because Theo sent Alec to the hospital wing, which you were now thankful for after hearing all the disgusting things he said about you. It was also because you thought that he had ruined your chance of feeling that rush with someone else. The same rush you got when the two of you were arguing. The same rush that was noticeably missing when you kissed Alec last night. 

Things with Theo had always been electric. You attributed it to mutual loathing, but that wasn’t the full story. Sure he made your blood boil sometimes, but he also made you feel alive. You were terrified to admit it to yourself, which is probably why you said yes to Alec in the first place. 

You sighed as Theo’s fingers tangled through your hair. He gently pulled your head back and looked at you in the most heartbreaking way. 

“Y/N,” he said hoarsely. Theo’s gaze dipped to your mouth as his arm snaked around your waist. “I think I might die if I go one more second without kissing you. Will you please put me out of my misery, love?” 

You couldn’t help but smile. “Gladly.”

Theo held his breath as you pulled him down to you, lips brushing shyly at first. Then you leaned in and kissed him. And he truly and honestly thought that he had died. 

Your lips were soft against his, tasting of strawberries and mint toothpaste. He cupped the back of your head and tilted your chin to deepen the kiss. Before, Theo thought he could’ve sustained himself from a simple hug, but right now, he couldn’t even control himself as he gorged himself on your taste. 

He chuckled when you tried and failed to get on your tiptoes to offset the height difference between you. Theo caressed your cheek and smiled against your mouth. 

“Need some help, love?” 

You nodded before pulling him back down again. This time, the tender kisses turned more heated as he locked your legs around his waist and pressed your back against the wall. You gasped as the cold tile made contact with your bare skin and Theo took the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. 

Merlin’s beard. Theo kissed with his entire body. There wasn’t an inch of you that wasn’t touching him and the skin to skin contact set your body on fire. You’d kissed other boys before, but they paled in comparison. You couldn’t get enough of Theo. You ran your fingers through his hair. Wrapped your legs more tightly around his waist. Trailed kisses along his jaw and neck and throat. 

Then he fucking moaned. 

It was a low, rumbling sound that sent tremors over your body and shook every fiber of your being like a devastating earthquake. You wanted to hear him make that sound over and over again. 

“Y/N,” Theo said, his forehead dropping to yours. “Before I lose all sense of self, I want to—no—I need to tell you—”

“What is it, Theo?”

“If we do this, then you have to understand what it means to me,” Theo whispered. “I may be terrible with words, but it’s important for me that you hear me when I say this. I want you. Not just physically, but in every sense of the word. I wanted you in third year when you first told me off for being a dick to the first years and I want you now even though you came in here to defend a prick that definitely doesn’t deserve it.” 

“What are you saying, Theo?” 

“I want you to be mine, Y/N.” 

You beamed. “Like, your girlfriend?”

“I don’t think girlfriend is a strong enough word to express how I feel for you, but it’s a start.” He moved the hair out of your face and cradled your cheek. “So yes, I suppose I do want you to be my girlfriend. I want to hold hands with you in the hallways. I want to look up at the stands during my games and see you cheering me on. I want to take you up to the Astronomy Tower and kiss you under the stars.” 

“And you say you’re bad with words,” you teased. “I want to do all those things and more with you, Theodore Nott. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

“Good, cause you’re mine.” Theo said matter-of-factly, those adorable dimples making an appearance on each cheek. “You were mine even before you knew it.” 

He kissed you again, but this time it was soft and sweet and it filled your stomach with butterflies. Theo no longer felt the need to hoard as much of your affection as he could because you had just given him the ultimate reassurance that he would have plenty of you in the future. 

You sighed contently against him, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. He shifted, pressing kisses against your neck. Your fingers froze when you felt him stir underneath you. 

“Theo,” you said slowly, biting back a smirk. “Is that what I think it is pressing against my leg?” 

He groaned. “We’re half naked, in the shower, heavily making out, and you just agreed to be my girlfriend. Of course I’m hard.” 

You stifled a laugh. “Theodore Nott, is emotional intimacy turning you on?” 

“Everything about you turns me on.” 

“That’s helpful to know,” you said with a little smirk. “Especially when we're dueling and I’m losing.” 

“Merlin’s beard. My girlfriend’s downright evil.” 

You grinned so hard that your cheeks ached. Theo peppered kisses all over your face before setting you down. 

“I suppose we should head to dinner soon. My teammates watched you march in here in a fit of rage. They might think you’ve murdered me.” 

“There’s only one problem,” you said as you finally turned off the shower. “I’m soaking wet.” 

“I bet you are, darling.” 

You rolled your eyes. “From the shower, you wanker.” 

He grinned and kissed the top of your head. “It’s alright. I’ve got some extra clothes in my locker.”

Ten minutes later, the two of you walked out in the quidditch pitch hand in hand. Theo’s sweater completely enveloped you and he smiled a little at the sight. You received a few interesting stares as you made your way through the castle halls, but one look from Theo and they all quickly found something else to gawk at. Having a scary boyfriend was already paying off. 

On the way to dinner, you ran into Enzo. The git had the biggest smile on his face when he saw that you and Theo were holding hands. “So you heard him out after all, huh?” 

“Yeah, we sorted out our differences,” you said with a smile. “Coincidentally, I gained a boyfriend out of the whole ordeal. Happy now, Berkshire?” 

“Absolutely chuffed,” Enzo said with a grin. “See you lovebirds at dinner.” 

Theo rolled his eyes as his friend disappeared into the Great Hall. He turned, squeezing your fingers. “I should warn you. My friends can be a bit…much.” 

“Don’t worry, I think we all got fairly acquainted in the locker rooms. If they tease us, well I’ve got a perfectly scary boyfriend to fend them off.” 

He chuckled. “A scary boyfriend with an even more terrifying girlfriend.” 

You winked, kissing his bruised knuckles. “This school won’t know what hit them.” 

“Neither did Alec,” he said with a satisfied smirk. You gave him a reprimanding glare, but it was half-hearted. You didn’t actually feel sorry for the prick. “Sorry. Too soon?” 

“You know you can’t punch everyone that says anything bad about me, right?”

“Of course not. I’m perfectly capable of kicking them too.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Shut up and kiss me, Theo.” 

“Yes ma'am.” 

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[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Supernatural Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: This idea was inspired by a Reddit prompt.

Ever since you were little, you’ve always attracted unwanted attention from supernatural creatures. You were like a magnet, a special enigma that only certain entities were aware of. Werewolves would try to take you to their dens, sirens would always try to lull you towards the sea with their voices, fairies would try to guide you to their forbidden forests. The list could go on and on.

Mythological creatures thought to be made up scary bedtime stories would always line up outside your door. It didn’t matter how old you were. Childhood memories consisted of these monsters trying to kidnap and force an adoption upon you. Teenage/adult years consisted of marriage proposals and courtship. No matter where you were, there was always a stalker up your trail following you.

Having friends was basically impossible. Every interaction you’ve had with another person has always ended up badly for them. Whether they be mutilated beyond recognition or become a seeping liquid you knew better then to go out and make friends. Thankfully, you’re family was never harmed by this ordeal and you moved as far away from them as possible to keep them safe.

Currently, you have a dilemma on your hands and right now it’s because of a certain Naga.

“Do you like my skin?” He asked in a tense voice. As he stands before you with his long serpent tail wagging through the air like a dog.

“It’s very pretty” You knew better than this. You felt like an absolute fool for picking up his shedded skin. Honestly, you should have just ignore it and went on with your day as if nothing was there.

“I’m so happy you think that way. If you like it that much let’s get married and I can give you as much as your pretty little heart desires. I’m so happy I decided to approach you. It took me months of prepping and working my skin to make sure that it shined brightly when it came off”

“It’s happening again,” you thought. Interactions like this happen on a daily basis. It would be strange not to see one marriage proposal a day from these guys. No matter what you did or how much you changed your appearance, these guys would always come back with eyes filled with love. Everyone of those supernatural creatures had their own unique version of courting and expressing their love.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think I’m ready for marriage”

“You don’t have to be, as long as you come back with me I’ll make sure to treat you right and absolutely worship you. Being in your presence and being the only thing to brace your eyes is enough for me.

“I need some time to think about this, my emotions are still unclear”

“I understand this concern of yours and shall agree to give some time to ponder about this. However, I shall be coming back within a month's time and if you are still unsure I will take you back with me whether you like it or not” The naga states as slithers out of your yard and back into the forest.

The day just started and you were already exhausted. It honestly did not matter if he came back or not because, as said before, at least one supernatural creature was at your side. When he comes back, there would most likely be a bloodthirsty fight between two entities and you were sure as hell not going to get in the way by stopping the fight.

Well, there’s no use in moping around might as well just go back inside to make dinner for yourself. Walking towards your kitchen you go to pick up some food but before you could everything in your house was being knocked over.

“Seriously, again?!” You were honestly getting so sick of this. Your ghost admirer seemed to have barged into your home and was making a mess of it.

“If you’re going to stay here you might as well help me cook dinner” Honestly, the audacity of this man has you appalled. Out of all your obsessive admirers, the ghosts were definitely the most annoying. Every single day they always barge into your home and there’s nothing you can do about it because they can quite literally go through your walls.

“I’ll do it but only if you call me husband” he says lovingly as he starts to make his form appear visible to your eyes.

“Please, husband” And just like that, ingredients start to fly through the air. Hey, I mean who are you to deny free labor. If they're always going to make an appearance in your life might as well just make them useful.

After dinner, you decided to take a long needed bubble bath. Sometimes you wonder what life would be like if you were just a normal and average person. It didn’t really even matter anyways, it’s not like those wishes would ever become a reality.

Moving your way out of the bathroom you start to make your way to bed. As you lay there your eyes begin to droop and sleep begin to succumb to you.

It would have been a peaceful scene had it not been for the vampire staring at you through your window…

Pt.2

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere harem #yandere scenarios #yandere supernatural #gn reader

[kaciidubs]

Two Too Much | Spooktober 2023

@goblinracha asked: Shy, cute little Naga!Minho who rather let you grind your cute little cunt along his slit before splitting you open with his cocks. He coos and hisses sweetly as your eyes roll, all while he mocks you

❣ Summary: It was rare for Minho to allow you to engage in anything sexual while he was in his half-serpent form, but, with time came trust, and with trust came experimenting. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.2k ❣ Warnings: Naga! Minho [half-human, half-serpent], smut, service dom! Minho, double penetration, mythical anatomy, grinding, praise, degradation, teasing, coming early, implied multiple orgasms ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags:  Minho is referred to as Min and Honey, Reader is referred to as kitten ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023

“There you go - just like that, little kitten.”

Your heart fluttered at his praise, though the sweet sentiment was caramelized with the heavy lust that thickened the air of the den, merely fueling the hunger between your legs.

It was rare for Minho to allow you to engage in anything sexual while he was in his half-serpent form, choosing to make an equal level of comfort for the both of you and keep the intimate acts only for his full human form - but, with time came trust, and with trust came experimenting.

You straddled him with ease, goosebumps decorating your skin from the sensation of his cool, smooth scales against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs - you had always admired the emerald green color, fawned over the slight holographic reflection from nearby light sources.

Your bare pussy slid against the slit on his front, your own arousal mixing with the lubricant glistening from where his cocks were hidden, the faint bumps from the tips underneath providing a mind melting texture to grind on.

“You’re really into this, hm?” Minho mused softly, his ears practically glowing red from the blush that took over his human half, “I’ve never seen you this worked up before, kitten.”

His hands held your waist, not in the hopes of guiding your hips to change or encourage your pace, but to simply touch you - ground himself in the reality of you still wanting him in this form, you still loving him in this form.

A breathless gasp floated past your lips as you dragged your hips just right, your clit bumping against the slight notch at the top of his slit. “Y-You, ah- You say that like it’s a bad thing, Min.” You looked up from the extension of his torso to catch his loving gaze, noting the cheeky lift of his eyebrow as he waited for your words. “I told you - I love you in any form.”

Minho’s sharp eyes widened, heart fluttering at the earnest tone in your voice, before blinking away his awe and settling back into a bemused expression. “You’re making such a mess - you think you’ll be able to handle me?”

Tucking away the memory of him being effectively flushed by your statement, your head bobbed in a nod, “Always, Min.”

“All of me?”

You were fiercely aware of the prominent presence of his erections, shuffling yourself out of his grasp and back enough to see his cocks slowly reveal themselves; equal in girth with the second being slightly longer than the first, twitching and glistening from his natural arousal in preparation for what was to come.

Though this wasn’t the first time you’d seen his arousal in this state - or, even pleasured him in this state - this was the first time he’d let you take both of him, and you were more than up to the challenge.

In an act to answer his question, you rose onto your knees and crawled back up his lap, hovering over his lengths with bated anticipation; the tip of his first cock bumping against your clit while the second pressed hotly against the curve of your ass.

Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, your fingers welcoming the warmth radiating from him as you lined it up to your dripping entrance. Blinking up at him with sparkling eyes, a fire of determination blazing within your irises, you pouted softly, “Help me?”

A soft grunt escaped him as his hands moved - one going to the swell of your ass cheek, gripping the flesh greedily, while the other went to the shaft of his second dick, guiding the tip to notch against your opening with the first.

His eyes found yours, firm yet caring, grounding you for a moment, “Are you ready?”

You shook your head in a short nod, “More than ready.” 

Double penetration was something you were no stranger to, and thanks to Minho’s openness of indulging in your interests - and subsequently adding them to his own colorful list - you were readily prepared for what you’d wanted to do since you’d seen this form.

The stretch was slow, overwhelming in more ways than one as each cock stretched your walls when you sank down - grounded by the warmth of his hand on your hip. 

“That’s it - big stretch, hm?” He hissed, lips parted, revealing the sharp point of his fangs. “Fuck, taking me so well, look at you.”

Your pussy fluttered, both to your delight and dismay - squeezing his cocks against every sweet spot within you and coaxing your orgasm closer than you anticipated. A low moan fluttered past your lips as you shivered in his hold, eyes slipping shut as you tried your best to focus on bottoming out at the very least.

Working past the dizzying stretch of the widest parts of his dicks, you soon found yourself sitting flush against his lap just as before, now mind numbingly full and absolutely swimming in endorphins.

“M-Min,” you keened, head lolling forward, heavy pants escaping you, “honey, please.”

It was too much and not enough, the greed of lust begging you to start riding him while the overstimulation of your cunt cried for release.

Minho shivered, sharp eyes watching as you sat before him, taut as a bowstring waiting for him to pluck - and pluck he would.

His second hand mirrored his first on your hip, squeezing the flesh generously, “My needy kitten, asking for me to fill you like this yet you still can’t do anything for yourself.” Pulling you further against him, he dragged your hips forward and back as if you were nothing but a toy for him to use. “Maybe next time you’ll learn how to take me like this further, how’s that sound?”

Your hands flew to his forearms, blunt nails pressing crescents into the fair skin as he rocked you back and forth, the stimulation being more than enough to lead you closer and closer to your climax. “Y-Yes, sounds good, Min - s-so good!”

“I’ll teach you how to take my cocks, no more of that stupid toy, doesn’t even compare to the real thing, isn’t that right?” He goaded, rocking you faster against him, keen ears picking up on the lewd sound of your sopping pussy squelching with each movement.

A breathless sound of agreement floated through you as you nodded rapidly, staring at him with glossy eyes - eyebrows pinched slightly and lips parted with short whimpers. “Mm, n-needed this, needed you, ah- please.”

His hips rolled, sending the ribbed tips of his cocks grazing against your g-spot that had your back arching near demonically - your orgasm suddenly tearing through your body with much less of a warning to you.

Your vision went black, searing white heat shooting through your veins as your ears rang and breath stopped, your pussy throbbing rhythmically around his lengths in hopes of taking him over with you.

Eventually, you came down from the unexpected orgasm with a whine, the slick of your cum merely making everything between your legs that much hotter and slipperier; when your vision came back to you through dots of black, you were met with brown eyes sizing you up as if you were his next meal.

Hell, you were close enough.

Minho let out a slow breath, his tongue peeking out to lick the corner of his mouth, “That’s one.” He hummed, a sly smirk working its way onto his lips, “A bit fast, but that’s okay - let’s show you how it feels to ride me, shall we?”

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[palesweetscherryblossom]

Surprise adoption

Warning: Mentions of violence, non consensual hypnosis and kidnapping.

Even as a young kid, the forest always creeped you out. With all the urban legends about monsters roaming around, hunters disappearing or ending up gravely injured, it certainly didn’t help your bias against it.

So imagine your horror that your older brother, Izuku wanted to take you on a little expedition in the damn place. You and Izuku were orphaned, but were generously taken in my Toshinori, head hunter and beloved icon of your town.

Whereas you preferred to stray clear from all the gritty things hunting entailed, Izuku was fully invested in it.

“I wanna go home, please Izuku?” You asked, hands tightly clutching your clothes.

The moon hung overhead, sounds of chirping from birds, water flowing through streams and crunching of leaves highlighted your surroundings.

Izuku looked at you, his hand reassuringly patting your H/C locks.

“Don’t worry Y/N! Just one more thing and then we can go back.” He said, handing you the lantern.

You frowned as the two of you walked on. One thing Izuku noticed was how pungent the air was over here, it reeked of venom and rot. He cracked out his notebook from his satchel, quickly writing it down. “How weird.” He muttered, you huffed.

“Izuku, it smells over here.” You whined, visibly cringing at seeing a rabbit’s skull.

“D-do you think we might be in naga territory?” You asked, Izuku’s breath hitched at the possibility. Ah, naga. Fearsome creatures with deplorable reputations to boot. Half man, half serpent.

Toshinori once recounted his encounter with a naga once, who was bold enough to attack him head on. Long fangs, red eyes that rivaled rubies, shaggy blue hair.

Many legends circulated about this particular naga, especially about his thirst for destruction and murder. Izuku looked down at you, a friendly smile on his face.

“Probably not, it’s probably just some poisonous frogs or something. But even if it was, I would never let them hurt you.” He assured, you felt a little better.

“We’ll sock them in their faces and skin them for boots!” You announced, Izuku nervously smiled.

“Probably not sis.”

Another notable thing about naga is how some tended to hunt at night, at least Tomura Shigaraki did. The most feared creature in the jungle, by man and beast alike.

It didn’t help that he was accompanied by his equally violent and dangerous mate, Dabi. A alluring, handsome creature but equally deadly.

Blue and black scales slithered across the floor, as the two searched for a late night snack. “Seriously Tomura, I don’t know why you insist on doing this at night. It’s too damn late for this.” Dabi complained, Tomura regarded his mate with a mere look.

“The big and juicy rabbits tend to come out at this time of night. Besides, those stupid, fucking hunters drive away our larger game.” He said, sniffing the air.

Dabi shrugged, his mate did have a point. Possums, sloths and the occasional taste of human flesh wasn’t cutting it. “I thought that those dumbasses would take the hint from the last time.”

Shigaraki gave a raspy chuckle. He really outdid himself that time, they still had the chunk from the hunters leg in the den! “You’re quite the sadistic bastard.” Dabi said in a loving way.

“Which is why you mated with me~” Shigaraki taunted, nuzzling Dabi’s face before narrowing his eyes and sniffed the air again.

“What? What do smell?” Dabi asked before sniffing the air himself. Humans, filthy humans. Shigaraki loathed them, Dabi loathed them.

The two followed the scent, eventually finding themselves in a tree, spying on you and Izuku.

“Oh, it’s Toshinori’s brat.” Shigaraki hissed, his rattle shaking slightly. His hate died down a little once he saw you, clutching onto Izuku’s hand as he gave you some facts.

Oh, how you looked utterly adorable to him. Shigaraki and Dabi had been wanting some hatchings of their own, as nagas tended to feel that way. “She’s precious.” Dabi muttered, a paternal spark igniting in him.

Shigaraki nodded, turning towards his mate. “I’ll go greet our guests.” He said, slowly slinking into view.

“Well now, it’s a hunter in training!” You froze at hearing the raspy voice, Izuku flinched as well. He turned around and was met with the sight of the naga. “GAH!” Izuku yelped, nearly dropping his lantern as you gave a yelp.

“Now now, there’s no need to be scared.” Shigaraki said, Izuku frowned whilst you hid behind your brother. “I’m a friend, always eager to assist with a weary traveler.” He assured, his red eyes looking at you.

You whimpered and hid behind Izuku. “Aw, what’s a little cherub like you doing out so late?” Tomura cooed, Izuku cleared his throat. “Back off, we don’t need your assistance. Besides, we all know what you really want.”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed, Toshinori sure knew how to raise a stubborn brat. “Oh? Would you mind telling me then?” Shigaraki taunted, inching closer to Izuku.

Their noses barely touching. Izuku could smell the venom from Shigaraki’s breath, he remained firm. “Tsk, tsk, so stubborn.” Shigaraki said, his tail prodding at you softly.

You yelped as Izuku stood protectively in front of you. “L-leave us alone!” He snapped, Shigaraki didn’t flinch, only giving an amused look.

“You must be so tired, let me fix that.” The naga purred, inching closer from his branch perch. Izuku instinctively stepped back as you hid behind your brother. “No need for the fear fawns, you’ll fear as right as rain once we’re through..” Shigaraki assured, his voice raspy yet sweet. Like candy covered poison.

Shigaraki had a variety of powers but his most useful one was hypnosis. Often used to ensnare his victims into a state of calmness. It was his method to use if he was feeling lazy. Izuku stepped forward, a dagger in hand. Oh, how naive was this poor boy? No worries, Shigaraki and Dabi could make it right.

Izuku attempted to speak but nothing came out, his body felt heavy, all thoughts of resentment, escape and fear slowly melted away. It was like he was trapped inside his own body. His mouth felt unusually dry, like it was stuffed with cotton. Yet, he felt nice? Oddly relaxed even. His joints went relaxed and posture was lazy, his legs felt like jello.

“Izuku?!” You cried, tugging on your brother’s clothes. “Zuku!” You helplessly whined. Shigaraki frowned before inching closer, Izuku couldn’t hear you. He stumbled around like a newly born deer before ultimately dropping his weapon and almost collapsed to the floor himself. If it wasn’t for a black tail with horrifying purple scars, which caught him with ease, it wrapped around your brother’s torso. Much to your horror, you attempted to run but Shigaraki tripped you and swiftly coiled his tail around your ankle. The flaky and rough scales dug into your skin, causing you to whimper and wince at the pain.

“Don’t worry fawn, he’s alright and soon, you’ll be too.” Shigaraki said, quickly ensnaring you in his power as well. You weakly fought back as your defiant words withered away into weak whines and squirms. Your body eventually succumbed to Shigaraki’s control, your vision hazy and eyes droopy. “Zuku..” You muttered softly. You wanted to go home, the smell of the venom and dirt made you sick.

You craved the crisp vanilla and poppy smell of Toshinori’s manor. To be tucked into your bed, surrounded by the comforts of knowing that the monsters couldn’t get you.

“Aw, my sweet hatchling.” Shigaraki crooned, picking you up and cradling you. He nuzzled you, obviously excited to bring you to his nest. Dabi joined Shigaraki’s side, a lazy smirk on his face.

“She’s quite precious.” He mused, kissing Shigaraki’s cheek. “But, what about her brother?” The two looked at Izuku, who was still in Dabi’s grip. The black haired male frowned. Izuku kinda reminded him of someone he desperately wanted to forget. Shigaraki handed you over to Dabi before taking Izuku in his own grip. He regarded his mate with a devious smile, his fangs on display and crimson eyes filled with satisfaction and plotting.

“Well, you know what they say, two is always better than one.”

You and Izuku should’ve stayed home

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[ghostlyforxst]

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere Tendencies, Inappropriate Language, Snake creatures (nagas), punishments, and Mentions of Gore

CHARACTERS: Bakugo Katsuki & kirishima eijirou

WORD COUNT: 1k

A/N- it's random, short oneshots with headcannons. In my opinion, uhm, it helps get more written and more for you all to read. So, enojoy and posses my inbox with your ghostly desires!

Ps. @officialabortive asked for pt. 2! Letting you all know Tumblr is not allowing me to reply or comment on any post, I'm not ignoring yall! If you have question or anything, the best way to get ahold of me is through my messages or inbox!

The two serpents cradled you, brushing past the leafy undergrowth as both approached their nest. Your lip quivered, crying, and squirming in their grasp. You needed to get home, even if your parents were no longer with you, it was better than being with them.

"So restless," Kirishima cooed, "we're close to the den."

"I don't want to be at your stupid den!" You grunted, your fist pummeling against his chest. "I want to go to my home!"

"That's not nice," He glowered.

"You're not nice," you sneered, "you took me away from home and killed my parents!"

Bakugo whirled around and snarled, "You're acting like a fucking brat, brats get punishments and apparently that's what you need!"

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU disciplining you by lashing you with their tail or leaving you out of the nest to suffer from the chilled air that nipped at your skin, teaching you that you need them—who's going to keep you warm if they're not there?

*•.¸✧PLATONIC YANDERE BAKUGO tends to chasten you the most, you reckoned, but both equally discipline you. Kirishima is just the more lenient one.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU pampering you after each punishment; cuddling, assuring each other that you won't do what you did again, tickling your face with kisses, and et cetera.

_

Their soft snores and murmurs were still perceivable, thankfully, since you had managed to detach yourself from the grasp of their twitchy tails. You smiled, short of breath, and tread towards the entrance of the hollow tree—this was your opportunity.

You peered your shoulder, their snoozing silhouettes had stayed motionless.

"It'll be okay," you whispered.

You stepped out into the night and made a run for it, haven't a clue which direction your massacred village was. You couldn't be bothered by that because you were going to be elsewhere, gone from their suffocating presence. You tore through the foliage, your bare feet becoming tender and your breathing becoming ragged, eager to escape. A heartening feeling fluttering within your chest, but then only to be vanquished when hearing the low hissing and crunching of leaves from behind. You yelped, bawling, being plucked from the ground.

"Where the hell did you think you were going, huh!?" Bakugo hollered, furiously.

"Let me go, Let me go, Let me go!" You screamed, repeating as you clawed at his hands.

"You'll learn to accept and love us as your parents, give it time." Kirishima assured, coming from behind Bakugo.

"No, the both of you are delusional. I'm not your son/daughter and you'll never be my parents, I hate you!"

Bakugo's chest rumbled angrily and Kirishima whined dismally. You knew after those words, you were in trouble.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE BAKUGO hauling you back to their den, scolding you the whole way, and tossing you roughly into their nest.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU punishing you by scourging you with the small of their tail, three lashes for each of them, and a scolding from Bakugo immediately followed after.

*•.¸✧. PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU never trusting you by yourself again, one is always with you or a person they trust is with you.

_

A month, a month of feeding the two nagas delusions of being your parents. Your spirit and resistance had been demolished. To them you were progressing, recuperating various of their affections. You haven't even tempted to make an escape again, being able to trust you to take you outside.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU sunbathing on a sizable rock, you snuggling between them. Even if you were drenched in sweat and complaining that you were hot, but that's if they did not feel like moving.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU floating in the river having you rest on one of their chest when the summer days were sweltering.

You and Kirishima splashing each other while Bakugo is preparing lunch for all of you.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU trying to teach you how to hunt, but your standing dumbfounded or crying because bakugo killed a rabbit.

_

You turned away, pushing Bakugo's hand away, refusing to eat the raw meat.

"You need to eat," Bakugo urged.

Three days, three days since you've been taken and three days since you haven't eaten. The two captures were worried, they could only get you to eat the fruit they've forage for.

"No."

"Why not!?" Kirishima asked, panicking.

"It's uncooked."

"Stop being picky and eat it!" Bakugo frowned, shoving the bloody meat towards you.

You turned a deaf ear and scooted away from him.

Bakugo huffed, "Fine, you can starve!"

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE BAKUGO learning human recipes to be able to get your 'picky' self to eat.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE BAKUGO loving the pleased hums and praises you give him after eating his food.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE BAKUGO making sure his ingredient are the best and freshest for his little snakling. Kirishima will start their own little garden of vegetables and herbs, getting you to partake in it for some quality time.

_

You look between the two, watching as Bakugo and Kirishima bicker over a name for you.

You loured before suggesting your name, "what about Y/n?"

The two halted and pondered on the name before nodding their heads.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU agreeing on your name because that's what you wanted.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU before deciding on your was going to name you [favorite other name]

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READER CALLING THEM PAPA:

*•.¸✧ CHILD READER conflicted with themselves, despising the uneasiness of being alone. Though calling out for Kirishima and Bakugo, but silence greeting them.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU coming back from hunting to find you distressed, triggering their primal instincts to protect and them hastily asking questions.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU baffled when you leaped into their arms, finally addressing them as your papas.

*•.¸✧ PLATONIC YANDERE KIRIBAKU feeling euphoric when hearing those words from your mouth and praising you there and then.

"Such a good little snakling you are, our baby."

"We're so proud of you!"

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[demonscantgothere]

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 192k | 5.7k chapter [38/150] Ch. 38: Like Starting a Stone

During the First Age, the War of Wrath changes course. On the island of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, one of Sauron’s former strongholds—is the seat of the Necromancer’s power. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod after capturing Felagund in his dungeons, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself.

“There is someone else in the fortress,” Galadriel murmured to him, the backs of her fingers catching along his rough stubble.

She felt his brow furrow from where their skin was pressed together, and he lifted his head in confusion. “Someone else in the fortress?” he then asked.

Galadriel turned her head to look at him in the eyes. “Yes,” she whispered softly, “Thuringwethil had someone with her. A woman.”

“Oh, that’s normal,” Halbrand simply replied, brushing it off. He did not even seem to be bothered that they were being watched from the shadows by the two of them, Thuringwethil and her stranger of a companion.

“That is normal?” Galadriel shot back, unable to believe her ears.

“Yes, that is normal,” Halbrand reiterated with more firmness. He shook his head haphazardly as if it was nothing, even shrugging his shoulders, too. “She does that all of the time. I’m used to it.” He furrowed his brow again, only this time he seemed somewhat more lost in his thoughts. “You get used to it,” he added quietly—as if this was something that she, too, would come to learn about Thuringwethil.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Can we get some jabberwocky pickle :0?

Of course! Something about pickle being a monster hits this little sweet spot in my brain.

This is the final piece short story piece to the the Alice in Wonderland collection. I’m not making any more to this.

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

The Beast

Pickle as the Jabberwock

You wandered too far. You were able to escape Katsumi but at what cost? You were hopelessly lost in the forest. A forest that seemed a lot more bare than the more whimsical one where Katsumi lived.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a loud screech. Your eyes darted to the side to see some sort of owl like creature approaching you. It’s talons glinted menacingly under the moonlight.

A shriek escaped your lips when the creature tried to snatch you up, but a brown blur prevented that. An even larger creature attacked the owl monster, ripping its wings off with ease. Loud crunching noises could be heard as it feasted. It’s bat like wings chilling you to the bone.

You shivered in fright before collecting yourself. You needed to get away.

You slowly tried to tiptoe around the hungry beast but the snap of a branch alerted it of your presence. How foolish of you to not properly look where you were going.

The creature turned around, your eyes widened at how human it looked. The.. man (was it a man? You weren’t sure) tilted his head at you in shock. His golden eyes studied you in curiosity. He was a beautiful man… if only his teeth and his claws were so sharp. Not to mention the terrifying wings and tail he had. He was no human. No one here in this world truly was.

The monster quickly closed the distance between you two. His nose sniffed your hair in interest before he cooed.

You nearly began to bawl your eyes out when you felt his tongue glide across your cheek. This place was getting stranger and stranger… you really wanted to go home…

You glanced up at the man whose serpent tail began to wag at you like a dog. A collar around his neck surprising you.

You slowly reached a hand up to examine the name tag on his collar.

“Pickle?” You asked as the beast’s eyes lit up. His hands clapped together when you finally said his name.

Large arms wrapped around you as Pickle scooped you up into his arms. The large man dragged you towards his den in a hurry.

He was so lucky to finally find a mate her in wonderland! He’s been alone for so long…

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[mikhailwrites]

Waiting for Connection 11 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

I've ran out of pre-written stuff and need to write some more to connect things I already have, also it's Serpent's Coil's turn to occupy my time so I'll be taking a brief break from Waiting for Connection.

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Soap leaves the window open, the gushes of fresh air soothe him. But it’s November and this is Manchester. It’s cold as hell that freezed over. Soap takes a lungful while enjoying the warmth of the blanket. The smell of rain and cold mixes with something else. Earthy musk that makes him think of home. Not Glasgow; his childhood home. John buries his head in the blanket. The smell gets stronger.

Soap’s eyes close and he falls asleep soon after.

Simon stays awake till the early hours of the morning. The quilt is not very warm, luckily, Ghost had always run hot. And there’s also Stripey, curled up on Simon’s chest and providing extra warmth. The reason Simon is awake and staring at the ceiling is the man in his living room. Shortly after Simon’s discharge, he found living with such a degree of privacy hard. Sleep was difficult for a few months before his brain switched. It’s the exact opposite now. Falling asleep while someone else is in the flat makes him a little antsy.

Simon tries to calm down. Soap has been invited, and he is welcome to stay. Ghost is safe. He turns on his side, facing the half-open window. The cool breeze plays with the curtains. He watches the fabric dance long enough to feel his eyelids grow heavy and slowly close.

The morning comes with its blue-grey bleakness. Ghost slept only a few hours, and since the state of perpetual sleep deprivation, too, is long behind him, he feels like shit.

“Christ it’s freezing in here,” Simon exclaims the moment he sets foot outside the bedroom. Soap is still tucked in, the man pretty much created a den out of Ghost’s blanket. Simon can’t honestly tell head or tail.

He crosses the room, closing the window and turning back to Soap. “Rise and shine, soldier!” Ghost raises his voice to its old commanding tone and level.

The reaction is instant, just as he expected. Soap’s head emerges from the warm cocoon he’s made for himself. He’s all sleepy, mohawk sticking in all directions. He looks like a damn puppy. “Ah... guid mornin'... or... jist mornin', really. Whit's the time?”

Simon frowns as he tries to decipher John’s accent. “It’s oh-six-fifteen,” Ghost says as he goes to the kitchenette, putting the kettle on.

“Too early,” Soap moans, but he does get up. John yelps as his feet touch the freezing-cold floor.

“Should’ve closed the window,” Simon notes, not even concealing his amusement.

John’s gaze lingers on Simon’s face for a second too long, yet he doesn’t ask why the other man looks so haggard. Simon appreciates the sentiment. He takes out a box of cereals, two bowls, milk and spoons and places everything on the table.

“Thank you,” John smiles, still half asleep.

“Not a morning person, John?” he asks casually as he brews the tea and brings both cups to the table.

Soap sighs, running a hand through his messy mohawk. Styled, it looks good, but Ghost quickly decides he likes it more all dishevelled. “Not exactly.”

“You sure the military was the right choice for you?” Ghost smirks.

“I have my doubts,” Soap nods, digging into his cereals. “They keep telling me I’ll get used to it, but at this point, I don’t think it’s happening.”

“Some get used to it, some don’t, not that anyone really cares either way,” Simon shrugs.

“Aye,” John agrees, sipping on his tea and grimacing as he shakes his head. “Tea? Never could understand the British obsession with tea.”

“A good cuppa makes everything better,” Simon says like a memorised mantra.

“Now that is a load of crap,” John snorts, “don’t tell me ye actually believe it.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Either way, you don’t have much of a choice, unless you’d like to criticise my hospitality, that is.”

“British bastard,” Soap mutters quietly.

Simon raises an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“I said I’m very grateful,” John smiles in an exceptionally sweet manner.

“Of course you are,” Simon regards him with a knowing smile before checking the time. “We should get going.”

As soon as he says it, John’s smile falters. Simon’s itching to ask, but reins it in. If Soap wanted to tell him, he would.

They get to the station in time, of course, Ghost wouldn’t let John miss his train, even if man himself doesn’t seem to care much about it.

“It was real nice seeing you in person, Simon; maybe we could do this again sometime?” John says, looking up hopefully.

“I’d like that,” Ghost nods. It was nice. Real nice. Talking to someone like that, and in person. He feels slightly sorry that John has to go so soon.

John turns around to check the departures as something in the broadcast catches his attention. “Well, that’s my ride.”

“Safe travels, Johnny,” Ghost says and freezes. Soap pauses as well, looking at Ghost with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Ghost has no idea where the nickname came from. “Sorry.”

“No… no, it’s fine,” John smiles, even though he has no idea why it’s fine. He never liked that nickname; it always felt a tad too childish. Well, it doesn’t from Simon. “See you around, Si,” Soap smiles, waves and trots to his train before Simon even realises he’s just been given a nickname of his own. It’s only fair he supposes as he turns around and leaves the train station.

#Folks if you like the story I'd love to hear from you either here on AO3 don't be shy! #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

[naffeclipse]

Sobs in I've missed so many AUs during my tumblr break gkfjhdgkjfh I need to know about these nagas and tigertaur I'm seeing and every other version that has popped up while I was gone aaaaaaa!!!

Chaotik, ahhh! There is so much, but essentially, you can find out about an AU that amounts to every version of my Eclipses (and a few Suns and Moons) as nagas and all are chasing after one poor Y/N. It's called the Serpent Den and you can find the tag here! It was born from an ask of What if Orca Eclipse was a naga, and his specific story is called Blackwater Lure. You can go through that tag here! It's a bit intertwined with the Serpent Den but it does have some of its happenings!

As for the nagas and tigertaur, that's from my naga AU that I intend to write as a full-fledged fic. You can read the ficlets here! I haven't explained too much about it yet, but it's got an abandoned jungle park, scary monsters, and a very untrusting Y/N to boot!

#chaotikanvas #there is so much happening and that's not counting the various y/ns from the apex polarity universe alsdjfalsf #if you have any more questions please shoot me an ask!

[bleedinghearth]

“You experienced in bombs Teddy?” Igor said, stuffing a large medical bag with all sorts of weapons and equipment “Whenver we find where Roxxy is, you can help me disarm the bombs. If you want to that is?”

Igor mentions bombs, and at first, there's a haunted, distant look in his eyes, the shine and the warmth therein dulling to an icy, frigid horror. For a moment, he's not here, his hand going to the ragged scar raked over his right eye without him willing it to.

And then, almost like a switch, he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut, and refocuses, that determined scowl returning to his brow.

"Well enough. Defusing a bomb en't as easy as it looks in the movies, Igor. I'll follow your lead."

#IC #suntdracull #ask; #upsilon timeline; #Event: The Serpent's Den;

[anto-pops]

The Serpent's Paramour CH 3 - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: Sebastian, while sassy and demanding as ever, is being nice. Too nice. It's confusing as hell.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit language, emotional turmoil

Chapter 3 now up here on Ao3

The days rolled by in a hazy blur.

At least, you were pretty sure it had been days. Sebastian hadn’t been lying when he’d said you were allowed anywhere but outside the house– seeing as you’d been stopped by the Ashwinders scattered throughout the halls anytime you so much as glanced at the exits. The oppressive, hateful stares of the dark wizards made your skin crawl, so instead of suffering under their bitter gazes day after day, you’d opted to stay in your room. There wasn’t much else to do aside from sleep the hours away, though you realistically didn’t sleep much at all. 

You were sheep in a den of wolves. Every sound had you waking with your heart lodged firmly in your throat, and even after barricading the door with every available piece of furniture in the room, your unease lingered.

 During your first full day in captivity, you’d been woken up by the sound of the dresser screeching across the floorboards as an Ashwinder you’d never seen before pushed the door open. Your eyes had narrowed at him upon realizing that the lock to the bedroom really was just for show, and despite the mask that covered the bottom half of his face, you could tell he was scowling at your makeshift blockade. He had let you know that Sebastian was waiting for you downstairs for breakfast and to make your way there when you were ready. 

Out of sheer spite, you didn’t go. 

No one came to fetch you and force you to attend, much to your relief. Instead, you had taken advantage of the spacious bathroom at your disposal and filled the tub with water hot enough to melt your skin off, but you relished in it all the same. After being so tense for the last forty-eight hours, the bone-deep ache in your limbs diminished some, and you’d stayed submerged in the water for close to an hour. Climbing out was more difficult than you cared to admit, if only because being locked away in the bathroom felt like an added layer of security between you and the strangers beyond the door. Afterwards as you’d combed through your damp hair with your fingers, you found that the reflection that stared back at you in the mirror was unrecognizable to you.

You looked sickly. Years of living your impoverished lifestyle had left you skinnier than you’d ever been, and the sharp, contouring lines of your face were a testament to that fact. Shadows rimmed your eyes and gave you something of a haunted appearance, which was magnified by the dull, lifeless glint in your irises. While your hair was longer after a few years of forgoing trimming it, it was dry, brittle, and fell into an unmanageable heap over your shoulders. You wondered if getting your hands on any styling products would improve the state of the otherwise unremarkable mop on top of your head, but you refused to ask Sebastian for anything. 

Even though he was responsible for kidnapping you, he clearly hadn’t put much thought into having a woman staying in his house. Hell, you didn’t even have a change of clothes at your disposal since your belongings were still missing. 

With that somber thought in mind, you were left with no choice but to slip back into your flimsy nightgown before padding out of the bathroom. Not even fifteen minutes had gone by after fixing your barricade and slithering back under the covers when the telling sound of the dresser screeching across the floorboards greeted you. The same Ashwinder from the morning poked his head through, his tone flat and monotonous as he let you know that lunch would be ready for you in the dining room shortly. 

Once again, you adamantly stayed put in bed. Your stomach voiced its disapproval at you loudly, but if there was one thing about you that had remained consistent into your adulthood, it was your stubbornness and willingness to hold a grudge. 

By dinner time, you’d anticipated for the usual to happen; the dresser screeching as it was shoved out of the way, a head poking through the crack in the door, and your inevitable refusal to go downstairs. You wondered briefly how long you could keep this up before you’d collapse from malnourishment, but as it turned out, you wouldn’t have to. The tiny clock on the mantle read seven o’clock exactly when the bedroom door was pushed open, but instead of seeing a person, you saw a tray of food being levitated through the crack in the entrance. It came to rest on top of the dresser before the door shut, and you held out for a minute before the smell of roasted meat pulled you from the depths of the covers. 

If only to prolong your life and better plan your escape, you ate in contemplative silence. 

Two more days passed by exactly like that. You were no longer being invited to mealtimes with Sebastian, instead being hand delivered food on a tray within the sanctity of your very nice, very commodious cell. Despite the space to move and the amenities that came with the regal seeming chamber, you refused to view it as anything other than that– a gilded cage. The majority of your time was spent pacing the length of the room while you munched on bread, trying and failing to formulate a scheme that would result in you breaking out without anyone noticing. 

Since you refused to set foot outside your bedroom, you knew sorely little about the layout of the house. There were at least two stories, the second of which you were currently holed up on. The main floor contained the dining room with two conjoining sets of doors that led… somewhere, and a long hallway that also led to a place not yet discovered. From the massive wall of windows that lined the side of your room, you could make out some sort of a garden located either in the front of the house or in the back of it, but it was hard to tell with the towering hedges encasing it. 

In short, your planning was going quite poorly. 

As if not knowing the structure of the house wasn’t bad enough, you didn’t even have the necessary tools at your disposal to survive an escape attempt. No shoes, no additional clothing, no wand. Maybe being denied those basic essentials had been intentional for this very reason. The thought made your blood boil at the indignity of it all, and you contemplated just how long you could last before the magic from the repository would start fighting to be let loose. 

Early in the morning of the third day, you were beginning to go stir crazy. Even though there was no proof to back up the claim, you were positive you’d worn a path in the hardwood floor from your nonstop pacing. The buzzing in the back of your head was your only companion, growing louder and louder day by day as Isidora’s magic grew restless in your veins. All of your nails had been effectively chewed into nubs, the sheets on the bed were half strewn about the floor, and the panes of the windows were looking very breakable. You were considering ripping off the vertical columns of the four-poster bed to smash a hole through the glass to throw yourself from, the two story drop be damned. 

Your brow furrowed as you brought your thumb to your mouth to gnaw absentmindedly at the nonexistent nail there, and in the midst of your pondering, you heard the bedroom door open and bang into the dresser. Without turning to check, you remained facing the windows, assuming that the noise was simply due to another breakfast delivery. You’d hardly touched the last one, but you were definitely thirstier than usual, and you were honestly looking forward to the glass of juice that always came with your modest morning meals. 

“If you wanted to redecorate the room, all you had to do was ask, princess.” 

Your hackles raised and your spine stiffened instantly at the sound of Sebastian’s voice, and it was then you realized that you hadn’t actually heard anyone speak words to you in the past two days. As exposed as you felt leaving your back to him, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his existence, so you dutifully ignored him both verbally and physically. 

A resolute sigh sounded from him, and you listened warily as Sebastian entered the room and shut the door, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the floorboards as he planted himself somewhere near the bed. “I told you you weren’t a prisoner here, yet you insist on treating yourself like one. It’s mind boggling, honestly.”

“Is there some other way you expect me to behave aside from staying the hell away from you and your cronies?” In the reflection of the glass, you could see Sebastian turn to stare at the back of your head, and you knew why. Your voice sounded rough– raspy from days of not being used. 

“Touché,” he relented after a short moment. “But I don’t see where starving yourself factors into that line of thinking.” 

If there had been anything within arms reach for you to throw at him, you would have done it in a heartbeat. Instead you had to settle for crossing your arms stiffly over your chest as you addressed the window once more. “Leave. Me. Alone.” 

“Not until you agree to stop acting like a brat,” Sebastian chided, throwing himself down on your bed and tucking his arms behind his head. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re all skin and bones. Keep this up and you’ll be dead by the end of the week.” 

Your magic stirred beneath your skin, the comment leaving you aggrieved in the worst of ways, and you felt the wards of the house working to smother the power that yearned to boil over and lash at him. He of all people wasn’t allowed to criticize your appearance. For him to so much as think he had the right to tell you what to do made your heart thrum wildly in your ears, and you spun on your heel to fix your icy glare directly on the brunet. 

“Fuck off, Sebastian. You don’t have the right to tell me what to do. You honestly want me to just blindly trust a single word that comes out of your mouth? To ignorantly assume that I won’t be harmed if I set foot outside this room when all I was met with when I tried was your stupid harem of dark wizards shadowing me everywhere I went? You kidnapped me, you’re forcing me to stay here, and now you have the audacity to tell me how to cope with it? Go to hell.” 

He rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow to better meet your scrutinizing gaze, and his fingers tapped thoughtfully against the mattress. “Alright, fine. I’ll tell everyone to stay posted at the exits and quit following you if it makes you that uncomfortable. But I meant it when I told you no one under this roof will hurt you. Even if you trust nothing else out of my mouth, trust that. Have I ever lied to you?” 

“Oh, I can remember several occasions,” an accusatory finger was jabbed in his direction, trembling with barely contained rage as you took in his infuriating level headedness. “How about we start with when you lied about laying off the dark arts? Or when you stole my Herbology homework and told me that Leander had done it and I ended up cursing him out in front of the whole school? Or, wait– I know– how about the time you disappeared all day without a word to anyone, only to show up in the catacombs controlling a horde of Inferi with an ancient relic?” 

His brows drew together at the last statement, but otherwise he seemed wholly unfazed by your monologue. “Technically I never lied then, I just didn’t tell you what I was planning.” 

“That is literally the textbook definition of lying by omission, you ass!” 

Being unable to utilize your magic in such an emotional state made you twitchy, so you took to running your hands through your unkempt hair as you began pacing in front of the window yet again. Sebastian watched you curiously, taking in your agitated appearance with something strikingly like amusement twinkling in his eyes. It pissed you off that he could remain so composed in the wake of your fury, but more than anything, it confused you. He should hate you– loathe you, even. After standing back and letting him be turned over to the Ministry, there was no sensible reason for him to be anything other than cold towards you, even if he did need your help. The snarky, tolerant persona he had displayed since speaking with you the first time made no sense to you. 

Finally, Sebastian looked away, letting his head fall back against his shoulder as he set his sights on the canopy overhead. “I think I miss the old you. She was never so rude to me.” 

You decided not to mention that the ‘old you’ had been the one complacent in his arrest, “Well, I don’t. She was a coward– too afraid of hurting your feelings to tell you what a prick you were turning into.” 

Dreamily, he muttered, “You have such a way with words.” 

“Shut up.”

“You need to eat something,” he urged you again, and one of your eyes started twitching.

“I. Don’t. Care. Leave me alone, I liked you better when you were staying the hell away from me.”

Sebastian scoffed, running his fingers through the front part of his hair as he chewed his lip thoughtfully. You hoped to the gods that he was on the brink of giving up– that he would leave again and allow you to stew in your anger in solitude– but of course that was too much to hope for. He sat up on the edge of the bed a split second later, letting his long arms dangle between his legs as he craned his neck back in your direction. “Let’s make a deal; if you leave this room and come downstairs to eat a full meal, I’ll give you a tour of the gardens. Just me, no Ashwinders included.” 

You paused, looking out the wall of windows as you swallowed thickly. Of course you had wanted to go outside since the day you’d arrived, but to suddenly have the option dangled right in front of your face almost felt like a trap. “Why would you let me go outside?” 

Sebastian flashed you an easy smile, and the sight was like a punch to the gut when you realized how young it made him look. His mature features shifted before your eyes, leaving you face to face with the boy you’d called a friend during your fifth-year instead of the twenty-something year old dark wizard that had kidnapped you. It was easy to forget everything he’d done when he looked at you like that. Too easy, in fact. So you stared down at the floor instead. 

He sighed as he stood up, then you heard the creaking of the dresser as it was levitated back over to its original resting place against the wall. You knew it would be moved back in front of the doorway later, but he didn’t need to know that. Sebastian strode for the exit, casting a coy look at you over his shoulder. “Because it’ll be easier for you to plan your grand escape if you can scout the grounds,” he joked, warranting a frown from you. “And because you’re withering away in here out of pure spite. It’s not the easiest thing to overlook, so what do you say? Do we have a deal?” 

Sebastian opened the door, beckoning you towards it invitingly as you fisted your hands in the hem of your nightgown. As distrustful as you still were of the man, he did have a point. You were rotting away in here, and the chance to set foot outside and breathe some fresh air was too good an opportunity to pass up. 

Wordlessly, you shuffled towards the open door and waited for Sebastian to close it behind him before following him down the stairs. Nothing had changed in the three days you’d spent locked inside the bedroom; the walls were still mostly void of any decor, and the smell of dust continued to tickle the back of your throat as you made your way into the dining room. You saw two Ashwinders stationed beside one of the doorways you hadn’t been privy to going near, and with a wave of his hand, Sebastian dismissed them. They looked at one another cautiously before obeying, leaving the two of you alone to feast on the decedent spread of food that covered the table. 

Your eyes lingered on Sebastian’s back as he walked to the same seat you’d occupied days prior, your brows disappearing into your hairline as he pulled the chair out and gestured for you to sit. How… chivalrous? What exactly was he playing at? Despite your reservations, you sat down and allowed him to push your chair in, watching guardedly as he sat down directly beside you instead at the other end of the table like you’d expected. It all seemed so much more intimate given the close proximity, and you couldn’t help but shift uneasily in your seat at the thought. 

While Sebastian set to serving you some of the eggs and sausages that lined the table, you thought back to his earlier comment in the bedroom. “You know, with all your teasing on the subject, you don’t sound at all worried that I’ll find a way to get out of here.” 

He shrugged, setting the serving spoon down before picking up a spatula to plop two pancakes onto your plate. “Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. I have every intention of making it hard for you, though.” 

The laugh you huffed out was dry and devoid of any humor, “What, are you planning on booby trapping my room or something?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of making you fall irrevocably in love with me so you don’t want to leave.” 

He had to be joking. There had to be a jibe hidden away in that statement somewhere, but the longer you stared at him, the less certain you became. Sebastian looked relatively serious as he picked up a bottle of syrup and drizzled it over the top of your breakfast, not bothering to look at you as you openly gaped at him. 

You were fairly positive you had been in love with Sebastian during your fifth-year. His consistent acts of service and toe-curling praises had understandably paved the way for a sort of crush to form, but that was all it had amounted to in the end. A crush. How else could you explain your blatant disregard for his poor decision making back then? Love is blind, as they say, but even Ominis had called out Sebastian’s steady descent into madness whereas you had made countless excuses to justify his actions. What was that, if not love? 

Towards the end, your infatuation had evaporated rather quickly once you’d realized how far under Sebastian’s manipulations you had fallen. Somewhere along the way he had taken advantage of your kindness and willingness to help, and it had been his undoing. Falling in love with him was such a far off concept to you now, it was almost laughable. 

“What, nothing to say?” He goaded you with a lazy smile. “No ‘shut up, Sebastian’ or secret declarations of love that spanned across the last five years?” 

Forcing your face to remain impassive, you evenly retorted with, “I wouldn’t fall in love with you if you paid me to do it. I’d sooner elope with a Dugbog.” 

You were startled by Sebastian’s booming laughter, the sound rich and belly-deep and entirely genuine. His head tipped back and his hair fell away from his forehead, revealing more of the sun kissed, freckled skin you’d failed to notice the last time you spoke with him. When he caught his breath and wiped a nonexistent tear away from his eye, he turned back to you with that youthful smile gracing his features once more. “Whatever you say, princess. I’ll take the loss in exchange for getting to see something like that.” 

In the next half hour that followed, you were surprised to admit that you’d ended up scarfing down two whole plates. When the trays delivered to your room often arrived, the food was warm but not hot, and something about digging into a steaming, freshly cooked meal in its entirety after so long was too enticing an opportunity to pass up. The buzzing in the back of your skull lessened some, and you found yourself relaxing into your seat more and more over time. Sebastian had simply watched quietly as you gorged yourself with gusto, looking strangely content by the time you set your fork down and pushed the plate away from yourself. 

Your cheeks flushed as you took notice of his unwavering focus on you, and you attempted to hide the redness of your face with your napkin as you wiped your mouth. “Sorry… guess I was hungry.” 

Instead of teasing you or boasting about being right like you thought he would, Sebastian simply shook his head and stood from his seat before charming away the dirty dishes. “Don’t apologize, I’m glad you ate something,” he admitted softly. “Come on, let’s go. A deal is a deal.”

Sebastian didn’t wait for you as he strode towards one of the sets of doors in the massive dining room, and your eagerness to get outside again overpowered any reservations you might have had about following him. Without a word, you hurried after him, stopping a few feet short as he produced his wand to cast a simple unlocking charm before throwing the grand oak slabs open. 

Even though you knew you’d been heading to the garden, you hadn’t expected it to look so colorful. 

While the house’s interior seemed to take gothic architecture to a new level, the exterior was something straight out of a children’s book. Cobblestone walls lined with moss and ivy loomed overhead, towering at least fifteen feet tall, and the hedges you had previously spied through your bedroom window took up the entirety of the far side of the backyard. Clusters of wildflowers decorated the ground, running right up to the edge of a small pond that sat in the middle of the enclosed space, and the body of water was surrounded by intricate stone carved benches. It looked like the kind of place you would find alongside a cottage in the woods, not the dreary, colossal manor you found yourself inhabiting. 

As soon as you stepped out barefooted into the lawn, the brisk, autumn breeze was blowing your hair off of your shoulders and caressing your cheeks. Your eyelids fluttered as you took in the earthy scents that met you; the pollen from the flowers, the bark from the trees, the damp dirt beneath the grass. In that brief moment of tranquility, you felt lighter than you had in days. 

The feeling was fleeting, however, seeing as you were immediately stifled by the wards that evidently stretched outside. Your magic strained against the invisible, oppressive force that worked to smother your abilities, and the sense of peace you’d barely been able to enjoy for a full minute evaporated into nothing. You shuddered at the loss, letting your head dip towards the ground as you wiggled your toes in the dew covered grass, and you became acutely aware of Sebastian’s prying eyes fixing on you. 

He wordlessly shrugged off the wool overcoat he had on and stepped behind you, ignoring the way you tensed as he draped the warm, thick attire over your shoulders. 

“I’m fine, you don’t have to–”

“You’re still in a nightgown with no shoes on,” he muttered quietly, as though he was only just now realizing it. He adjusted the flipped collar of the coat, letting his fingers linger against the skin of your neck for a moment longer than necessary, and the contact had your stomach churning. It was the first time he’d touched you since bringing you here. “I’ll have Nora bring you some new clothes later. She should have some things that fit.” 

Sebastian stepped away from you rather suddenly and shoved his hands in his pockets as he casually moved further into the garden, leaving you frozen with confusion as you watched his retreating form. Your chilled hands clasped the woolen collar of the coat tighter around your neck, your brows furrowing and your heart clenching in your chest as you contemplated why the man was being so tolerant of you– so nice, even. On his orders, his Ashwinders had stolen you from your room in Bainburgh and brought you to him, stripping you of your magic and your freedom. He had taunted you and told you to your face that you would help him obtain the relic he needed whether you liked it or not. In doing so he was jeopardizing his safety and yours, all because of the dark power within you that would inevitably consume you without the aid of the ancient magic sites or your wand. For all intents and purposes, he wasn’t someone you should let your guard down around, much less trust. 

But then there was you. The girl– now woman– who had stood back and let him be taken to Azkaban all those years ago. Back then, you had been afraid of what it would mean to not speak up– too anxious at the prospect of doing nothing about Sebastian’s infatuation with the dark arts, only to regret your complacency later on. Ominis had said as much to you in the Undercroft that day. He had thrown your feelings for your mutual friend in your face and told you that your blind loyalty would only enable him, and that as much as he didn’t want to, turning him in was the only option. 

You had been running on fumes at that time, too overwhelmed with Ranrok, the Keepers, and Sebsatian’s antics to state your case and dissuade Ominis from making a decision that he would grow to regret. Your cowardice had resulted in Sebastian’s expulsion and inevitable incarceration within Azkaban, and the guilt you felt had inevitably transformed into a deep resentment towards Ominis that you were never able to shake in the years that followed. Guilt could never unmake those choices, however, and you had been prepared to live with that lingering feeling for the rest of your life.  

But despite all of those things, the man before you was being gracious towards you. Alarmingly so. 

Sebastian stood at the edge of the pond, gazing down into the murky water and looking like he was wound tighter than a spring. You shifted uncomfortably in place, torn between moving closer to him or staying where you were. The latter choice ultimately won out, and you called to him from where you stood mere feet beyond the door. “Why are you doing all of this?” 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to elaborate. Sebastian turned slightly to glance at you through the corner of his eye, his expression blank and unreadable. Then he looked away to direct his reply to his boots, “I told you already, you’re no good to me dead.”

You couldn’t have held back your outburst if you tried, “Then force feed me! Throw a blanket at me, shove my feet in a pair of ratty slippers or something instead of offering me a whole new wardrobe and being so patient all the time. Why be so hospitable?” 

“Would you rather I be cruel?” Sebastian turned to face you this time, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he stared you down. “Do you want me to treat you like crap– to be the villain you think I am? The one you thought I was five years ago? Would it make it easier for you to cope with your decision to condemn me to a lifetime in Azkaban? Is that honestly what would make you feel better?” 

“I–” you stammered, at a loss for words as you averted your eyes to spare yourself from his critical stare. Instinctively, you pulled his coat tighter around you as you attempted to shrink in on yourself. It was the first time he had openly acknowledged what you’d done. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole rather than be faced with the painstaking remorse that came with his declaration. He waited for you, though. He waited for you to say something to counter the accusation he’d hurled at you, and in the end you settled with, “You should hate me.” 

“Should I?” 

“I let Ominis turn you in,” you practically whispered, squeezing your eyes shut to hold back the biting sting of tears forming. 

Sebastian paused, then said, “You did.” 

“I don’t know how you can stand to look at me. I don’t know why you’re able to crack jokes and pretend like everything is fine, or act like nothing happened. I don’t understand, Sebastian.” 

“…I don’t know either,” he reluctantly divulged. Your eyes snapped open to meet his dark gaze, a new kind of mask settling over his face. One that was cold, unyielding, and distant. “But know this; I did hate you. For what time I did spend in Azkaban, I felt nothing but hatred. For you, for Ominis, even for myself. It was the only thing that kept me going.” 

Your next breath caught in your throat as your grip on his coat turned white knuckled. “And now? After you use me to get your relic, what then? Will you kill me?” 

A crack formed in his mask then, barely noticeable beyond the slight softening of his eyes, but you saw it all the same. “I don’t think I could kill you if I tried, princess.”

“That’s not exactly reassuring,” you countered, ignoring the tender way he said the nickname. “There are worse things than death.” 

“There are. But none that I’m intent on submitting you to. As for what comes after you help me get the relic, well… I suppose that remains to be seen.”

Before you had the chance to press him further, you were yelping in alarm as a figure dashed outside from within the dining room, their arms pinwheeling as they dug their heels in the grass to avoid colliding into you. Bowler hat was already staring at you incredulously when you turned to face him, and you were surprised to find that he was without his face mask this time around. His jaw was lined with salt and pepper stubble, the same color as his hair, and the weathered look to his face confirmed your previous assumptions that he was well into his fifties. If he hadn’t been sneering at you with his icy blue eyes narrowed in distaste, you would have almost said he was relatively attractive. 

He jabbed a finger at you as he addressed Sebastian, the former Slytherin lazily making his way towards the two of you. “I thought she wasn’t allowed outside.” 

“Relax Devlin,” Sebastian waved off the older man, planting himself protectively beside you, and you immediately realized that he was at least six inches taller than his associate. “I brought her out here. She needed some fresh air.” 

“Careful being alone with this one for too long,” Devlin side-eyed you attentively, presumably thinking back to the last time he had been in a room with you. “She’s a hellcat straight out of the fiery pits of the Underworld if I’ve ever seen one.”

“If you don’t know how to talk to women, just say that,” Sebastian said antagonistically. 

Devlin swore softly under his breath and rolled his eyes, then tapped the empty space on his wrist where a watch was meant to go. “We need to get going,” he said, his gaze momentarily returning to you as he contemplated how much of the discussion you were privy to hearing. “You’re needed in London.”

Whatever was waiting for Sebastian in London must not have been anything good, because the mere mention of the city made him go rigid. His demeanor changed completely, and when he glanced down to meet your shrewd gaze, you could have sworn he looked worried. You wanted nothing more than to ask him what was in the city– to get a sliver of information out of him to shed some light on what he was up to– but you already knew he wouldn’t tell you. 

He sucked in a slow, steadying breath before exhaling roughly. “I know it’s wishful thinking to hope you’ll listen to me, but go back to your room and stay there.” 

So much for being allowed to walk freely through the house. “When will you be back?” 

Sebastian grinned smugly, cocking his head to the side and causing his grown out bangs to brush across his forehead playfully. “Going to miss me already, princess?” 

Devlin groaned, mockingly gagging at the unabashed flirting the brunet displayed, and you frowned at the thought of locking yourself back up in that cold, empty room. You still needed to escape, but that plan would remain a working progress without your belongings on hand– and if you had to choose, you would much rather linger in the garden and enjoy the outdoors. 

Sebastian must have somehow read your dour thoughts plainly on your face, because his tone softened as he insisted, “Just go inside, I’ll be back later tonight to chaperone your explorations. Don’t wander far,” he added jokingly. 

Prick. 

With a hefty sigh, you turned to make your way to the door, shooting Devlin a dangerous look as you passed him. His blue eyes made a full trip around their sockets, but he otherwise said nothing. The grass disappeared from under your feet, replaced by the cool, hardwood floors of the house that sent a chill up your spine, and as you turned around to watch the two men depart, the double doors were already sliding shut with a soft click. A resounding crack came from the garden– a telltale sign that they had apparated– and you were left standing alone in the dining room with Sebastian’s jacket still draped over your shoulders. 

You don’t know why you did it. You would deny it until the day you died, but as you ascended the wide staircase leading to the second floor, you shamelessly brought the collar of the woolen coat to your nose. You were met with the familiar scent of cedar wood and worn parchment that was so uniquely Sebastian, it made your heart flutter. 

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[sleeplessdreamer123]

I got inspired by this, but I don't like writing on Twitter, so Tumblr it is!

Oh, how Aemond looked at Lucerys, it was like the most devout septon staring at the statue of the Maiden, how his gaze spoke of a thousand words of worship without even a whisper leaving his lips. If Lucerys would but look at him, he would see it. See the look of a man who would do anything for him. But he doesn't.

Lucerys sat there, as still as he could be, ignoring everything around him. The crown of the queen mother will be placed on top of his head today, a burden he never wished to have, yet agreed to carry, for the sake of his remaining brothers, for the chance to have his mother's blood on the throne. He nervously placed his hand on his growing belly, trying to gather any sort of courage he would need to face them all.

That was when Aemond reached out for his hand, and Lucerys allowed him to hold it, for he needed comfort, no matter who gave it. He has began to do that more often than not. Lucerys absentmindedly reached for his necklace, one with seven pearls, from his grandfather, Corlys. To remind him of the Seven Tides, his grandfather once said. He wished not to remember them. Remembering how said tides almost embraced him forever once he fell from Arrax's back. How he was captured by the very man who continues to hold his hand. How it lead to the downfall of the blacks, to the death of his family. He still wore it, though, for his own comfort, he sees it as a promise that his grandfather would be there to support him, and he needed that. Here in the den of snakes, it is wise to ally himself with the sea serpent.

Soon, their names were announced, and he and Aemond entered the throne room together. Lucerys' grip on Aemond's hand tightened at the sight of the crowd. They walked towards the throne, and Lucerys felt sick looking at the throne next to the throne of iron.

They were crowned by the High Septon, and the crowd cheered, as it would mean the end of the Targaryen civil war, the end of the dance of the dragons, and the new era of peace for the smallfolk. Soon, they were made to sit on their new thrones.

He and Aemond must look like quite the pair. Aemond, in dark green clothing, with the Conqueror's crown sitting on top of his head, his eyepatch taken off, revealing the blue sapphire, on the Iron throne still stained with Aegon's blood, and he, wearing a translucent veil with the crown of his mother, in the whitest dress Aemond forced him into, with a mint green sapphire in place of the eye Aemond took, sitting on a throne of ivory and bone. It was Aemond who asked a craftsman to create this gods be damned chair. Even now, he felt sick, and he was sure it wasn't because of the babe. He prayed to the Faith of the Seven, to the Fourteen Flames, to anyone, that they may forgive him for sitting on the chair made using the bones of his family.

Lucerys could only beg in his heart, for it to be over, so he may stop desecrating what's left of his family's bodies.

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It went dark in the end. I regret nothing!

Thoughts? Violent reactions?

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[dalishthunder]

Throw a Dart at the Map (p1)

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (Gender Neutral Reader) Rating: Mature Words: 1131 Additional Info: Pining... Fluff and pining, Takes place after "Honor and Glory", Takes place during the Island Quest

During the Great War, there had always been a twinge of sadness when the battle ended. Whether the skirmish was won or lost, there were dead to count and name. Letters to write... and no time to mourn.

After Nebarra had begun mercenary work, that had shifted to a disappointment that his bloodlust could not be fully sated. The battle ended before he'd barely wet his blade.

And now... it was more relief. Relief and the wanting to see that furiosity and passion on your face longer. More often. It was odd to think that he'd been traveling with you for over a year now. But he wasn't about to ask you to bed just to see your expressions or passion between battles. You certainly didn't feel that way about him anyway. You were Skyrim's darling. The most eligible person in the entire province and even other parts of Tamriel....

Oh, Old Soldier...

He looked over to where you stood at the bow, cold sea air whipping all around, wreathed in the glow of the auroras above. There was something so wild and serene about it... about you.

It was the first time he'd gotten to be alone with you in probably close to a month. He wasn't even quite sure why you'd volunteered to come out here with him just to make a bit of coin.

Probably needed a break from all the pomp and circumstance.

Before he knew it, he'd made it to your side, leaning against the railing, shoulder bumping against yours as the waves rocked the ship.

You gave him a smile, eyes tired, haunting in the soft green glow, before leaning against him.

"You know..." He started after a long, long while, "We can go anywhere we want to now...."

A laugh bubbled from your throat like champagne, "We? You mean you're not sick of me yet?"

"Never said that." He almost wished you could see his grin. "But as far as traveling companions go, I supposed I could do worse. And someone needs to make sure you don't get yourself killed doing something irrationally stupid."

"That someone is Xelzaz.... For both of us."

"He does have a better head on his shoulders than most, I'll give him that."

You chuckled, and after a moment, you asked, "Where would you like to go?"

Home.

"Somewhere warm."

He wasn't quite sure if it was a good idea to bring you to the Isles. The Thalmor had started to show... interest in your activities, and bringing you into the den of serpents as it were would be unwise. No matter how certain he was that you would get along well with his brother. His parents....

Gods what a dumb turn of thought. You could absolutely not meet his parents.

Ever.

How much wine had he had already?

Not enough.

You straightened up, turning around so your back was against the railing and you could look at him. Your smile was intoxicating. "Alright. I'm down for that. I'm kind of interested in seeing the Sea of Pearl. Maybe Topal Bay?"

"Ohohoho, look who's been brushing up on geography. And here I thought I'd be able to mock you forever for being a dullard."

You gave him a halfhearted shove. "Sorry, been too busy saving the whole world to know every world detail up to your standard."

"Excuses don't look good on you, my dear Dragonborn."

You rolled your eyes. "So, it's settled then?"

"That you'd a dullard?"

"No!" You smacked him on the shoulder, and he just snickered. "That after everything's over we're setting sail for the Sea of Pearl."

His heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, it's settled. Once this whole mess has been dealt with, we're going south and getting some good wine. Something full-bodied. Actually, have you ever tried metheglin?"

You shook your head.

"We'll have to get some when we head south."

"What's it taste like?"

"It's a honey liquor. I haven't had any in ages.... There was a small town near where I grew up that made the best lemon infused metheglin. Last time I had it was the night before I was shipped off. Let me tell you the hangover while I was signing away my life to The Dominion was probably the worst one I've ever had." He let out a breathy chuckle. "I thought I was going to vomit over the poor hag's shoes." You laughed again, "You'll have to show me sometime."

"Maybe after the Sea of Pearl and Topal Bay."

"I'm holding you to it."

"I said maybe."

"Too late, you've already gotten my hopes up, Nebbadiah." Your smile was infectious, and as he realized the way he'd been leaning in, he was very, very glad for his helmet. He was sure kissing you was one of the dumbest ideas that had ever cursed his mind.

"Bad idea...."

"Oh..." Your smile faltered. "Yeah... sorry, that was a silly idea. The Thalmor don't really like me... no need to stir the pot even more by going into the heart of The Dominion...."

"On my oath, I will protect you if we ever do. Besides, if I'm going to retire on Auridon and buy a vineyard, the Thalmor had best get used to you or have a blade shoved through their gut."

It was difficult to make out in the dim green light, but he was pretty sure your cheeks flushed... or perhaps it was wishful thinking. And then you headbutted his shoulder. "What's the point of retiring if we can't relax."

We.

Yes, he was very glad for his helmet.

"Hmmm... I suppose we could settle for southern Cyrodil instead if we really have to." He drawled.

We.

Your forehead was still pressed into his armor. He was afraid if he moved, the mood would shatter; That nebulous future together fade on the wind....

"I think I want to travel a lot more before I retire."

"We've still got plenty of time left." After all, you were supposed to be the avatar of Talos or some such nonesense that the nords had made up. And as much as he liked to complain, Nebarra wasn't even technically middle aged.

"We've still gotta get Xelzaz to Highrock.... And figure out what happened to Lucifer."

He rolled his eyes, of course you'd have to bring them up while he was trying to live in some stupid little fantasy. He looked out over the horizon, spotting a small island. Someplace to dock for the night and potentially hide the boat until he needed it again.

Because as much as he'd like to believe the wine, and talk about sailing away or settling down together, he needed to live in the real world. So, reluctantly he pulled away.

"Yes, well, like I said, plenty of time."

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[dramioneasks]

Hello! Maybe this is a hard ask to answer, but could you guys rec dramione fics with the best villains/antagonists in your opinion.

These are fics that I found had unique mysteries and were very AU (in a good way):

Femme Fatale By: cleotheo - M, 26 chapters - Draco Malfoy’s new position as an Auror for the British Ministry throws him head first into a hunt for a serial killer. Working with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, he sets out to catch the killer as well as entering into a romantic relationship with their other colleague, Hermione Granger. Murder mystery with a side helping of Dramione romance.

The Assignment - Nightbloom7 - E, 17 chapters - Cursed objects are causing death and destruction. When the objects themselves are found to hold no trace of Dark Magic, the Department of Magical Artefacts is stumped. Draco Malfoy leant back in his chair and crossed his arms in bafflement. “And your professional assessment is that the best way of gathering evidence is sending Granger and I together to a sex club?” “Worried about your reputation, Malfoy?” Hermione asked flatly. He scoffed. “Hardly. If I were outed for going to an expensive parisian sex den it would be considered very much on brand.” "That’s why it’s so important we’re believable as a couple. We should talk about touching,” Hermione insisted. "Touching,” Draco repeated, alarm bells going off in his mind. "As in how much of it you’re okay with, where…" "Casual touching,“ he nodded. "But also, passionate touching,” Granger pressed. Merlin’s beard. Draco was quickly coming to the realisation that he was likely to regret this.

The Order of Serpents by bl_crtz - E, 43 chapters, Words: 190,103 - During the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter walked into the forbidden forest, died, and walked out with crimson eyes as the new vessel of the Dark Lord. Since then, Hermione Granger served as an elite member of the True Order, isolating herself from other Order members and going on missions alone, not only haunted by the loss of her best friend, Harry, but Ron who had run away after the battle. Three and a half years later, Draco Malfoy shows up with his two year old son on the Order’s doorstep seeking to switch sides. Together, Draco and Hermione are forced to deal with not only each other, but their own past and confront who they’ve become because of the war.

Tremble & Depart - DarkoftheMoon - E, 30 chapters, Words: 139,609 - Draco Lucius Malfoy. Death Eater. Disposable. Life on probation at the Ministry meant keeping his head down and his mouth shut. On his first field assignment he’s tasked with investigating an abandoned Death Eater manor hiding more than a few secrets in its walls. Stuck with the only witch who agreed to work with him.

The Best of Me - MrsRen - M, 21 chapters - Officially, Hermione Granger was killed in action during the Battle of Hogwarts. Unofficially, Draco Malfoy has never stopped searching for her. Years after the war during a mission in France, his salvation comes in the form of a little blond boy and a familiar half-Kneazle.

High on Magic - LightofEvolution - M, 18 chapters - After years of living a life as a successful doctor, Hermione is needed in the world of magic again. A dangerous drug causes dramatic problems for the magical society, and it’s up to Hermione to solve them. And then there’s this certain blond Auror she can’t get out of her head… AU, EWE

The Fool, the Emperor, and the Hanged Man by ianthewaiting - M, 28 Chapters - Ten years after the fall of the Dark Lord, Hermione Granger leads of life of self-imposed obscurity, that is, until the day Headmistress Minerva McGonagall is murdered and a certain ‘hero’ is responsible. DM/HG, written originally in 2007-2008, and finally making its debut here! AU, DH-EWE, non-canon elements, time travel, character death, etc.

Hunted - bex-chan - M, 36 chapters - Forced to work together when their old schoolmates start dying, Hermione & Draco must overcome their differences to solve the mysterious deaths. The tension in the office is getting rather…heated. Mature themes. 4years PostHogwarts/War. EWE.

Inheritance By: bifmonzo - M, 31 chapters, Words: 190,240 - Draco is an Auror. Hermione is just trying to do her job. Neither of them are prepared for what happens after she wakes up hungover in his bed. And someone, but there’s really no telling who, has a secret that threatens the reality upon which their entire world is built. Dramione, nine years post-war.

WANDS OUT! - persephone_stone - M, 10 chapters - Albus Dumbledore appeared to have the perfect life: a successful career as a novelist, a loving family, and a dedicated staff. But when he is found dead of an apparent suicide on the morning of his 90th birthday, the life that seemed so perfect from the outside begins to unravel at the seams. With a team of investigators on the case, a greater mystery than any Albus could have written begins to unfold, full of lies, secrets, and murder. There’s only one thing to be sure of: everyone is a suspect. Join your favorite HP characters on a manic murder mystery romp, adapted from the Rian Johnson movie Knives Out! Note: Reading this will not spoil the movie, and having seen the movie will not spoil the story. I invite you to enjoy both!

Sins of the Past By: cleotheo - M, 36 chapters, Words: 100,880 - When Scorpius Malfoy and his best friend, Alex Zabini, go travelling the last thing anyone expects is for the two boys to run into trouble in Wizarding Britain. But when Alex is found unconscious outside of a nightclub and Scorpius is on the missing list, the Malfoys past comes back to haunt them as it becomes clear that someone is after revenge.

-Lisa

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