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sanhatipal · 8 months

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~~ Shards of Eden ~~

This is my little cove, and where I post art and dump other things occasionally. Come inside,have a look~

I haven't lasted 2 weeks on any other site since the fall of g+, except maybe twitter but that also drove me nuts and I always took long hiatuses, but have been here constantly since 2018. Which...says quite a bit. I'm a doctor by profession,but here on Tumblr for fandom (pretty obviously) and art

My fandoms:

Pandora Hearts

The case study of Vanitas

Fate series (mainly Fate/Stay Night)

The House in Fata Morgana

Shadows House

Rozen Maiden

Tegami Bachi / Letter Bee

Witch Hat Atelier

xxxholic

Witch's Heart/Majo no Shinzou

07 ghost

D gray man

Some others I'm into but not that crazy about: Touhou, Madoka Magica, Princess Tutu, Tsubasa Reservoir chronicle, Totsokuni no Shoujo (and more but my head is empty). I like seinen, josei and a very specific brand of shonen: aka things enough to mess up my brain. I don't enjoy romance, sexual things(says the Fate fan..HAH. but seriously,I don't.), or mecha unfortunately

I tend to draw Pandora Hearts, VnC and Fate fanart most

I collect figures,so you'll see them here,but since ,as you can see,most of my faves are a bit on the below the radar side,there hardly are any figures... you'll see custom figures here,and orginal character figures because I like those too.

I like a lot of things,but mostly whimsical, folksy aesthetics,forests and plants, and glowy flowers and things like wisp motifs (there's no limit actually).My favourite colours are,as you might have guessed, the multitude of shades of red, deep maroons and browns. I love fantasy,and folk tales and Celtic things in general have been my passion for a long,long time ,though I also love things inspired by Alice in Wonderland .

As far as music goes...I sang soprano at a choir for a larger part of my teenage,and choral music is very close to my heart. My favourite genres of music are Celtic, especially Irish traditional, new age, classical/neo classical, sea shanties,and whatever Yuki Kajiura and Mili have going on.

Now...art! When not doing fanart,I like drawing fantasy illustrations, and one day I'd like to illustrate books but that's a pipe dream. I'm self taught,and use mostly watercolour and ink. I also love sculpting. It started with trying to sculpt figures and while that's still what I do most,I sculpt other things too,and in general it has to be the favourite of my scores of hobbies . I also do bookbinding...and music box strips ...and doll customs...yeah there's no rhyme or reason to what I do and don't actually.

Sometimes I post photos of plants,I like taking photos and smelling wet mud

If you want to hop into my DMs to talk about fandoms or fanart,feel free! I would be very happy! Also I really love getting tagged and asked ,but often don't get around to responding because I'm a mess of procrastination...if that happens please don't mind, I really really appreciate it and it certainly made me happy,and I'll get to it as soon as I can.

If you've made it this far,thank you. It's been quite a long post,and thank you for reading,I appreciate it. Here are my other blogs:

@sanhatis-abyss absolute reblog hell,if you're looking for something I reblogged 2 days ago my condolences,you probably won't find it unless you scroll for hours. Sometimes I shitpost there , sometimes I scream about the latest thing that consumed me, that is ,if I don't accidentally do it here. Truly,an abyss.

@amaryllis-arachne my doll blog. I realise not everyone likes dolls,or photos of disembered plastic body parts,so I don't reblog those onto the abyss blog. Sometimes I put pictures of my own dolls there,and sometimes er...yes parts.

If you want my other links, they're all in the blog description. Except my Anilist, but it's really not worth anything,since I don't review or rate or anything,just use it to keep track. I do roughly-monthly uploads on YouTube of craft tutorials and drawings,but there's not much rhyme or reason to that either... anyways,hope you have a great day,and hope you find anything you like in this mess of a red coloured pit.

#oh also I'm Indian #I forgot to mention and can't figure out where to put it in the post so tags it is #feel free to ask me anything #pinned post

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enchantedchocolatebars · 1 year

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🍫From Caleb💌 (Based Off Of This Commission Art)

Today was Bleeding Heart's Day (@animationadventures) - a day of love, blood, and romance for the chibis living in Baby Bonesborough.💖🩸🍫💕

Chibi Caleb and Chibi Clara (My Wittewife), were doing their part to celebrate by exchanging gifts inside of their little owl home.

Chibi Clara goes first, pulling out a stack of heart-shaped pancakes on a plate. Holding them proudly, she smiles. The flapjacks were drizzled with syrup and topped with a small slab of butter in the shape of a cardinal.

She carved that herself.🧈👍

Handing the food over to her hubby, Chibi Caleb's entire face lights up at the breakfast, his grin growing wide. They looked absolutely amazing! A small bit of saliva starts to trickle down from his mouth. Not to mention super duper delicious! He plans to devour them later as the plate gets set down.

Now it was his turn to pull out his present for Chibi Clara! Or rather, presents, since he had more than one for his witch wife. Reaching behind his back, he surprises Chibi Clara with a series of gifts - hearts, a box of candy, a bunch of flowers, balloons, and a bluejay plush!

All for her!

Setting those things down, he does a "ta-da!" gesture at them.

Chibi Clara can't believe her eyes!

IMMEDIATELY, she shows her happiness and gratitude through a hug.

A quick kiss is then given to the blonde's cheek as he smiles sweetly at the affection, a light blush appearing on his face.

Suddenly, a thought bubble forms above his head. Inside it shows Chibi Caleb giving Bleeding Heart's Day gifts to Chibi Flapjack, Chibi Syrup, and Chibi Clara, but not Chibi Philip who looks down in the dumps from the lack of love.

A small rain cloud then drifts over his head and begins to drench him.

When the thought bubble evaporates, Chibi Caleb begins to feel bad. He didn't mean to not get Chibi Philip something. When he tells Chibi Clara through a speech bubble, she excitedly suggests in a bubble of her own that Chibi Caleb get him a princess dress with heels and a tiara!👑💖👗👠✨

When the blonde tries to imagine his brother in such attire, Chibi Philip's arms are crossed against his chest in annoyance as angry red veins appear in the air around him.💢

When the thought goes away, he gives Chibi Clara a nervous smile as a sweat droplet appears on his temple.😅

Yeah, he's not sure if that's the best present for Chibi Philip...

A light bulb suddenly becomes visible above his head.💡

When it clicks on, Chibi Caleb gasps, his eyes sparkling in excitement.

He's got an idea!✨

Meanwhile, in his little cave, Chibi Philip was seen at his desk, peacefully scribbling away in his diary.

Knock, knockity, knock, knock. He looks up. Who would that be? Probably some pesky witch. A groan. Looks like he'll have to scare them off. When he walks out, dagger in hand, he drops his weapon.

He sees something that causes his eyes to turn to hearts - two chibi-sized chocolate carvings of his crushes Jesus Christ and Matthew Hopkins!🍫💕

Both had pretty pink bows around them with tags that read "From Caleb".

Chibi Philip is positively smitten by the sweets as he rushes up to them.

Hearts start to float up from him.

Chibi Caleb and Chibi Clara then pop their heads up from some nearby bushes as they watch Chibi Philip's reaction.

Looks like he likes the gift!

Smiling, they high-five as the words "YAY!!!" appear above them, accompanied by the sound of children cheering.

They did it! :D

Mission accomplished!✅

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louwhose · 1 year

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louwhose art masterlist

Instagram | Drawing tag

Commissions

STUPIDLY PRETENTIOUS

The Legend of Zelda

Fable/Legend DTIYS, Idiot hair Link, Heaven's DTIYS, Twi's Skyrim AU, Minish Cap Beginnings, ALBW Rumors, ghost link/ witch zelda, LU camping, ladye’s daybreak, lively bunch, LOZ sketch dump

Breath of the Wild

Zelda in Shining Armor (my comic)

Zelink Week 2022: One Last Look, Age, Rainy Day, Statue, Sparring, Rituals, Healing

Swords and Storms Cosmere Inktober: Puppet, Weapon, Glass, Chains, Flame, Miscreant, Lantern

Link, Link but in a cool pose, March of the Koroks, Zelink Reunion, Zelink braids, Divine Zelda, Champions meme, Zelink in Gerudo outfits, Calvin and Hobbes Zelda and Link, Zelink kiss comic, Tebasaki Tackle, You are my Sunshine, "Pure" friends, Stained glass monster, Speedrunning a century meme, Anne AU, Swords and Storms AU, S&S incognito, Zelda pixie cut, Zelink reunion redraw, Witch Zelda, Fall Under Your Spell, Battle & Overgrown, Halloween Scholomance AU, I’m Not That Girl, Link would be best dad, Christmas zinc, link_inofficial, The Fallback Plan DTIYS, Physical Touch for Keik, Redraw, Loftwing Letters Zelink, Down Bad Christmas Link, OoT Parallels, Written in the Stars, chrsmsmsmss, Redraw (again)

Tears of the Kingdom

"BotW 2" with BACKGROUND, Dramatic BoTW 2 Link, Feral Link BoTW 2 prediction, BotW 2/ LOTR animation, After the announcement, Ghost, After February Trailer, Journey, Save Him, B’s DTIYS, fond goodbye

Ocarina of Time

Starting struggles, Zelink meet CUTE

Play-by-play sketchdumps: first, second, third + Shink, fourth, final

Expression meme: Link, Sheik, Golden Trio

smol zelink, Ending sad, OoT/ Stormlight, OoT 24th anniversary, 100% cannon secret marriage mistletoe kiss, Skipping Stones | Zelinktines Day 20: Meet Cute, OoT Zelink flangst, Zelink/Deku Mountain Greek inspired, Impertinence, BoTW Parallels, butch impa, wedding shink, magical girl, shink kiss, 200 DTIYS, masks, Sheik-xedo mask, fireboy and water girl

Skyward Sword

Zelink at the start of the game, Groose on the surface hehe, Link with Nightblood, Loftwing Sunset, Sky sandals, Zelink hug, Play with Me, angy link, sweet DTIYS entry

Wind Waker

telink redesign, ocean adventures, Watery Smile, fancy goth vibes telink, recruit uniforms

Spirit Tracks

Hand holding, birds

Dwight in Shining Armor

Expression memes: 1, 2, 3, 4

Shining Smooch Week 2023: Yesterday, Marigold, Crown, Gothic, Heart, Wanderlust, Hero

Dwetta, A kiss like fireworks, Dwetta christmas, Baldric’s Koi fish, Sir Dwight, gotta kill this guy meme, Cow Advocate

Cosmere

Swords and Storms Cosmere Inktober: Puppet, Weapon, Glass, Chains, Flame, Miscreant, Lantern

Rithmatist characters, Vin, Fancy Vin, Vin and Elend flirting, Melody + Icecream, Link with Nightblood, Miraculous / Stormlight Crossover, Swords and Storms AU, S&S incognito, OoT/ Stormlight, Soaring through the mists

Other

Hamin's Flower (Seasons of Blossom), Totally not a king Hesho (Starsight), That dallymart scene in turning red, Yona and Shirayuki, The spy family!!, Anya Smirk/punch (SPY x FAMILY), Anya Peanuts (SPY x FAMILY), Scholomance The Last Graduate vibes, Sesshomaru, TwiYor snuggles, Goblin, El and Orion <3 (Scholomance), FMAB Expression meme, Cecil (Answer Me, My Prince), Edwin, Defiant, slugs and delvers, Wonka, Volo and Akari, Ides of March, Apothecary diaries, Normal jk mafuyu, sketch dump

My Stuff

Fantasy OC???, Witch, Villainess Idiots (OCs), Mermaid Unicorn, Villainess Expression Meme OCs, sky island dragon

#masterlist #lou draws #for the record my distinction between botw 2 and totk is whether it was drawn before the trailer or not #you may laugh at some of these names but believe it or not I put more effort into these than my file names #note to self: last updated 04/12/2024

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goldenwitherphoenix13 · 1 year

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I posted 86 times in 2022

27 posts created (31%)

59 posts reblogged (69%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@circesays

@embraceyourdestiny

@cydanite

@galaxygermdraws

@our-happygirl500-fan

I tagged 85 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 54 posts

#jimmy solidarity - 18 posts

#empires smp - 18 posts

#empires jimmy - 17 posts

#goodtimeswithscar - 13 posts

#hermitcraft - 9 posts

#cursed toy au - 9 posts

#kingdom hearts - 8 posts

#empires smp season 2 - 7 posts

#grian - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#im just imagining the townsfolk are able to feel jimmys sorrow even though they cant see or hear him right now

My Top Posts in 2022:

Cursed Toy AU Pov: You are Pixlriffs about to be saved.

THE BARD IS THE PROTAGONIST PEOPLE! EVERYONE DUCK AND COVER! lol

Finally. A cursed toy au drawing that isn't me dumping the angst on Jimmy. Then again the AU seems intent on doing that. Whatever Joel is gonna do, I'm scared but I have a mallet on hand just incase.

So yeah. Oli saves Pix through the power of music... as cliché as it is I love the power of music so SING JOEL INTO OBLIVION OLI! MAKE ME PROUD! Guess I now have a justified reason to have the song of healing from legend of Zelda majora's mask on my cursed toy inspired playlist. But this was fun to draw, using lighter tones to overlay instead of harsh bright colours or dark edges is always a treat. Note to self, lutes aren't that hard to draw, just annoying to get proportions right on.

Honestly I'm excited on where thus AU goes next. I'm guessing Oli is about to find Jimmy in the next part. That's gonna be fun. If Joel turns up, I have a mallet.

... bonus, thing I made on youcut after the previous part came out. I think it's still accurate, but @circesays can be the judge of that.

60 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

I just realised something...

That's a Rat from little nightmares 1

See the full post

65 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

Saw @aquaquadrant posted the new bit of the hels to pay AU and @lunarcrown did some little doodles of Bravo and Timmy.

I couldn't resist it, I had to draw Timmy. I have found a new son and no one can do anything about it. Take this quickly cobbled together drawing and go.

It's a bit rushed, sure, but I just needed to do this. He's too sweet and huggable and I don't care, he's a pathetic lil guy (affectionate) and I will fight for him and die for him.

Um... hope you like it.

77 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

... New au found. Swamp duo au is now on the radar.

@cydanite I said I'd draw it, you said godspeed, I think my hand just speed ran a drawing.

BEST FRIENDS COVERED IN MUD! Now Shelby has help for when the witch police come for her. Hope you like it Cydanite!

Ps:

Do not tag as a ship it is not a ship that is not a poppy its just a generic flower to give the hat some variety. There are other kinds of flowers on the hat.

106 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Guys. Guys. Listen! Yesterday I learnt a fact and I don't know why I didn't know before!

A group of rats is called a mischief! Rats smp, in its self, is a mischief!

That is, with no competition, the best thing I've learnt in the past 10 years!

107 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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this is how you fall in love

summary : in which their love is really out there making everyone jealous.

pairing : sebastian stan x reader

warnings : language

author's note : i loved writing this, thank you so much for the request <3

tagged : @halahussain666

masterlist

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liked by tomholland2013, robertdowneyjr, y/n_ and 4,819,426 others

imsebastianstan even when i'm away she found ways to make me smile <3 ily

tagged : y/n_

79,729 comments

username I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

username clearly god has favourites

anthonymackie you both make me wanna vomit flowers and shit

username awww

robertdowneyjr i made (yourshipname) happen

username i love my parents

y/n_ i love you, can't wait till you're back home <3

-> imsebastianstan can't wait till i'm with you <3

username i want tHIS I NEED THIS AHHHH

username making me feel so fucking single i hate you all, happy fucks

chrishemsworth you should've seen him, y/n, he was smiling like an idiot when he recieved these

twhiddleston he's been watching this bouquet like a hawk this whole time, they're on set currently, under the watchful eye of sebastian

-> tomholland2013 it's true, he hissed at me when i touched them

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liked by zendaya, lukehemmings, madelyncline and 3,99,178 others

y/n_ a story in two parts. it's so good to have to you home darling, even though you're fucking stupid

tagged : imsebastianstan

82,789 comments

username awww i love them

username yes, this couple right here your honour

imsebastianstan in my defence the bottle was slippery

-> y/n_ nobody asked you to shake the bottle like a toddler playing with rattles you dumb fuck

anthonymackie to this date, i still have no idea why you're dating that idiot

taylorswift date me, i'm begging you

tomholland2013 for once i agree with you, he is fucking stupid

username i love the mcu cast bullying sebastian, even his own gf

username fuck romeo and juliet, i want what these bitches have

username mom and dad

username i JUST know these two are going to chaotic parents, i just DO

chrisevans language!

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liked by anthonymackie, brielarson, y/n_ and 3,89,967 others

imsebastianstan i'm home after 3 weeks and the first thing she did was give me a heart attack, ma'am i want a divorce-

tagged : y/n_

89,728 comments

username IM CRYINH I LOVE THEB

username this, this is my 13th reason

chrisevans please tell you have a video

-> y/n_ sending to the gc rn

username this. is. gold.

y/n_ hah, joke's on you, you were my side bitch all along, meet my wife taylorswift

-> taylorswift sucks to be you sebastian

-> imsebastianstan i see how it is

username i can't - this is too much

robertdowneyjr consider this payback for drinking my lemonade on set 23 days ago

tomholland2013 you're my hero y/n_

username i love them so much like their banter, their posts about eachother, their healthy relationship, i want THIS

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liked by imsebastianstan, tchalamet, taylorswift and 4,297,719 others

y/n_ he bullied me into posting a 'sebastian stan appreciation dump' but on a totally unrelated note, i loVE MY BOYFRIEND SO MUCH HE'S SO PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL I WON AT LIFE Y'ALL

tagged : imsebastianstan

91,718 comments

username sis REALLY won at life

username somebody date me, anybody. please.

username everyone say thank you y/n

anthonymackie that man's so fine

imsebastianstan um no. you posted this saying 'i'm gonna remind every bitch out there you're mine bahaha *evil witch laugh*' don't fucking lie darling

-> y/n_ sir- don't spread lies, you kept hitting me with a pillow till i caved and posted this

username the way they bully eachother

username 'darling' screaming without the s

zendaya could you guys BE any more cuter??

username y/n really out there feeding us

username (yourshipname) supremacy 🛐🛐

tchalamet she texted me at 2 in the morning saying how thankful she is for you, she's a huge softie inside

-> imsebastianstan omg really? y/n_ you loooooove me

-> y/n_ what is it with men and their need to lie, he's lying, i tolerate you. and timothee, i'll see you on set, watch your fucking back. i'm gonna put a knife in it.

-> tchalamet mom, pick me up. i'm scared

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melsworldofmusesarchived · 3 years

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Tag Dumps Pt. 17

Jade’s Tags

VISAGE: petals in a storm (jade’s appearance) CHARACTER STUDY: the florist (jade’s headcanons) WRITINGS: blossoming from thorn buds (jade’s threads) REFLECTIONS: the light keeps me whole (jade’s musings) ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: catch the bouquet (jade’s asks answered) CHERISH: the florist (jade’s likes) YEARNING: irresistibles (jade’s desires) STYLE: the florist (jade’s wardrobe) INSPIRATIONS: flowers blooming in darkness (jade’s aesthetics) INFATUATIONS: petals of my heart (jade’s crushes) LOVERS: kiss from a rose (jade’s ship content) ASSORTED: the florist (jade’s miscellaneous content) OOH LALA: the florist (jade’s kinks ; themes of nsfw) OPEN THREADS: the florist (jade’s starters)

#the flower witch (tag dumps)#VISAGE: petals in a storm (jade’s appearance)#CHARACTER STUDY: the florist (jade’s headcanons)#WRITINGS: blossoming from thorn buds (jade’s threads)#REFLECTIONS: the light keeps me whole (jade’s musings)#ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: catch the bouquet (jade’s asks answered)#CHERISH: the florist (jade’s likes)#YEARNING: irresistibles (jade’s desires)#STYLE: the florist (jade’s wardrobe)#INSPIRATIONS: flowers blooming in darkness (jade’s aesthetics)#INFATUATIONS: petals of my heart (jade’s crushes)#LOVERS: kiss from a rose (jade’s ship content)#ASSORTED: the florist (jade’s miscellaneous content)#OOH LALA: the florist (jade’s kinks ; themes of nsfw)#OPEN THREADS: the florist (jade’s starters)#dumping my trash on the dash (tag dump)

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maybe-your-left · 3 years

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THOUGHT ABOUT IT, needs to happen.

Professor Ren x Professor Reader ONESHOT

“Good morning Professor (Y/N),” your students called out, filing into their seats. Today you had them set up in a half circle. All of them on some big pillows, with their canvases at their feet. It was all about getting to feel the inspiration flow through you this morning.

You smiled from the floor, brushing back your hair to tie into a loose bun. Some paint from your hand smeared on your cheek but that’s okay, it’s art! Art can be anything and anywhere!

“Good morning everyone! There’s coffee and fresh tea in the back! I had my husband go grab some from your favorite shop so we could all relax this morning!”

One of your students yawned, “Thank you professors husband.”

“Oh it was no trouble,” you mused, “It was he and I’s coffee date this morning, we were already there and I thought of all of you.”

Once everyone was settled you told them the plan for the day. Working to connect with the early morning spirits, their souls, how they were feeling today and using the colors to express that. No brushes, no pencils, just the hand to create.

“Oh,” a student piped up, “Professor how was your weekend? Wasn’t it your anniversary?”

You smiled, letting out a sigh as you thought about your wonderful husband. He was so loving, caring, gentle, understanding.... and tall.

“It was fantastic,” you squealed, “We spent the weekend cleaning out the outdoor patio, I used to horde all my art supplies in there. And Ben set it up to be a nice seating area, so many colors and plants and flowers.”

“What did you do for your anniversary?”

You dropped the canvas, thinking intently on what you actually did for your celebration, you knew your students loved to hear about your life. As the textbook oversharing professor, they were thrilled to hear about how eccentric your partner was, calling you ‘true love’ in the purest sense.

“Well, we had a wedding for our cat, you all remember Finn.”

Everyone nodded, “He met some other cat down the street, a stray, and we named him Poe. They had a lovely wedding, both of us cried. Ben loves his cat so much, it was tough for him to realize he had grown up...”

You dabbed at the corner of your eye, wiping away a stray tear from the memories. Ben had Finn before he met you, such a sweet kitty. He loved his cat, which was strange for a man who was so distant at first, but you understood the bond. And now he was all grown up, with a husband!

“What did you guys do though,” they asked once more, “Since it was your 10th anniversary.”

“Oh,” you rolled your eyes, “Ben does things for me all the time, he doesn’t have to ham it up for one day. We spent the morning doing our couples yoga, al-fresco as nature intended, had some nice quiche that I made the evening before.”

“After that, you all remember the bathroom Ben redid for me, the one with the claw foot tub and the living eucalyptus plants lining the windows, we took a wonderful bath together. I don’t want to go into any intimate details, but yoga really makes that man,” you shivered, “Limber.”

Your class laughed, “Professor, you’ve told us stuff about your husband that’s way worse.”

“True.”

“Anyway, after our morning rounds, we went for a walk outside. Our dog Chewie needed some exercise and we both felt like walking the hills behind the house. It was very beautiful. I think I have pictures...”

You moved to get up, wiping the excess paint from your hand on your apron. Scrambling behind your desk for your bag, practically dumping out the contents to find your phone. You frowned when you couldn’t find it, instead finding your husbands phone, “I’m sorry class, I guess I don’t have it today...”

“Oh well, moving on. After that we had a nice dinner downtown, some dancing. My Ben can be quite the romantic when it comes to that, hes an excellent dancer aside from his ginormous feet. And once we got home,” you winked, “Let’s just say we didn’t rest for too long.”

Everyone laughed, congratulating you on your anniversary. How wonderful your life was, how much they love hearing about you and Ben. They so desperately wanted to meet him... but that wouldn’t happen.

Unfortunately, Ben was another professor at the university. In a completely different department, under the English Literature studies branch. Teaching the effects and influences mid century writers have on society today, he was a mean and strict man. Didn’t enjoy loud noises, food, drinks, or phones in his class. He also didn’t go by Ben for his professional name, he went by Kylo Ren. No one knew he was your husband, the same one who helped you rescue a baby bird, or the one who crushes you at chess, or the one who sings while showering, and sleeps with a teddy bear when you’re away.

It would be devastating to his reputation if he knew how much you shared of your personal lives.

However... he did marry you.

Fully knowing how loud mouthed you were, so sharing and compassionate with your students. Even calling them by their first names when he likes to seperate them from himself by using their last names. He doesn’t share anything with them, they barely know that he’s married. All they know is that Professor Ren is mean, and probably eats babies for breakfast.

You moved back to your seat, waving your hand for everyone to focus back on their paintings. Things were getting a little out of control and you did want them to finish these before class was over.

After about ten minutes of quiet murmuring, the door to your room flew open.

“Lovely,” your husband burst in, “I think we swapped phones this morning, yours kept playing that ridiculous shark song whenever someone messaged you.”

“Professor Ren?”

He stopped at your desk, scanning your classroom for the face that had recognized him. You repeated the action, zeroing in on one of your students.

“Good morning Miss Johnson,” Ben cleared his throat, his face dropping into a stone frown. “I was unaware you were in art courses.”

“Um,” she cleared her throat, looking as uncomfortable as you felt, “I’m double majoring.”

“Oh.”

Ben swiftly swapped phones from behind your desk, moving towards you. Cringing at all the paint on the floors and how messy everyone was. He squatted down next to you, his shiny black oxfords creasing slightly. Dressed from head to toe in a black suit, looking the complete opposite from you. His harsh, pale face frowning at all your students. The scar that slashed across his cheek red from his embarrassment, he finally looked at you. “I’ll see you for lunch my love.”

He kissed your lips, quickly standing as if to reverse the action. Over his shoulder he yelled at your mutual student, “Not a peep Miss Johnson, not a peep!”

After he slammed the door shut everyone’s gaze fell to you. Eyes wide and mouths popped open in awe, how was that supposed to be the same man you had told them about?

“Professor?” Rey piped up.

“Yes,” you cleared your throat, “Yes sweetie?”

“Professor Ren, the one who made that girl cry in front of the entire class, is your Ben?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh,” she swallowed, “Professor?”

“Yes?”

“I think I’m switching majors.”

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HAHAHHAA yes. Gotta love a hard ass in the streets and a big lover in the sheets.

i ❤️ kylo ren

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perfidy;tom holland|10

chapter 10: the prop

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: the yellow flowers

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, angst, didn’t proof read, flashbacks in italics

word count: 7.5k

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Third time's the charm. At least that’s what Tom had taught you over the course of the years. Except of course, it wasn’t as charming.

It was funny, how Timothee had shown you the importance of props, but how you had learned about them throughout your whole relationship with Tom.

Props, scenes and dialogues. Tom had taught you the importance of character development because hell, had he made you develop after the last time he’d broken your heart.

You had read somewhere that a heartbreak could be physically felt, you hadn’t really believed it until that particular third time. You had felt how your chest hurt, crushing. Literal pain had come across your entire body. You had forgotten how to breathe and everything had gone blurry.

You believed it now, heartbreaks can be felt. You took it into account for your script. A mental note. You didn’t know if it was more as a reminder for yourself.

Three mental notes.

Heartbreaks can be felt.

Don’t fall back in love with him.

Having your heart broken by Tom had been the worst experience of your life and you didn’t want to go there again.

The number three was important. Three had been a constant in your relationship. Before all of this mess, of course. There were many three times but there were particular ones that couldn’t be exactly forgotten.

Three times had he gone on a date with you.

Three times had he kissed you.

Three times had he cooked for you.

Three times had he held your hand.

Three times had he danced with you.

And three times had Tom given you yellow flowers to apologize.

The third time, it was all ruined. The particular combination of three of the past mentioned had caused the piercing in your heart and your incurable character development.

Most of them really. Everything was probably a combination leading to your heartbreak.

Like when he held your hand. The first time, you had been children. And it had been sweet. You remembered it, perfectly. You had been at a wedding, a friend of your mom and his was getting married. Well, you didn’t particularly remember it, but there’s probably a video of it. With you and your pink dress and the flowers on your head.

It had been short after Tom had given you the first yellow flowers, apologizing for being an asshole from a very short age.

Yes, the first yellow flowers had been after you had pathetically tried to make him kiss you with that stupid movie scene you’d written. After he’d call you stupid and said he’d rather eat a frog than kiss you.

Shortly after that you were at a wedding, for the first time he held your hand because he wanted to.

It had been first at the church, he had been watching you, and he had blushed. And slowly he had held your hand.

And that led to the party, when he hadn’t stopped holding your hand, and he had taken you to the dance floor. As if trying to forget that probably a week before he had pushed you in the hallway at school. Very complicated.

Of course, after that Tom had then smeared cake on your face. You couldn’t expect any less. But it had been slightly nice.

Tom and you had kissed 3 times. The first had been your very first kiss, the second at a party, you were 17. Just after the second time you’ve ever danced with Tom, after he’d taken you to prom. An after party where alcohol was all you needed. Of course you were not in your best state, your feelings for Tom had resurfaced, because he had been an angel for taking you just after your stupid boyfriend had dumped you. There you were, both drunk enough and smittened enough, and that damned Louis guy. You hated him because thanks to him, Tom and you had ended up kissing, fervently and passionately. Or that’s how your friends had described it.

There was a video of that. And it was buried deep in your files, but you didn’t want to think about it. Not that you had filmed it on purpose. Someone on Snapchat had been filming the party and they had captured the fact moment you’d kissed. It wasn’t pretty.

You remembered it, it went something like—“Prom was boring and oh—shit, oh shit, shit, shit, y/n and Tom are kissing. Fucking hell!”

Not. Pretty.

But the third time you’ve ever kissed… that had been even more complicated.

Because what had led to the third kiss was very complicated. Two dates. And the last time you’d danced. The third time Tom had taken you out on a date, and it had all gone to shit. Because the third time you’ve ever kissed, you’ve ever danced and you’ve ever dated lead to the third yellow flowers.

Tom had given you pastel each time to apologize but the yellow flowers meant it was his idea. Pastel colored flowers meant it was coming from Harry, but yellow flowers meant it came from Tom.

He had given you flowers many times, yellow flowers. But only three times had he given you yellow flowers to apologize. The first time you’d thrown them away. The second time, you’d given them back and the third time…. well.

It had been three years before all of, on the night you’d met Timmy, but six months before dating Timmy.

But the context was far beyond that. It all came back to the prank wars, held a year before the incident. In which Tom and you had pulled pranks on each other. Some very elaborate, some simple ones. Like that time you changed his shampoo with condensed milk. That had been fun. Or when he had hidden all your spoons, one by one.

Simple pranks, at the beginning. Nothing too hurtful. But things got way out of hand. So you stopped it.

But of course, you both ended up living on the edge. And at some point, it got slightly forgotten.

You were going to be studying abroad for the summer, Centro Sperimentale di Cinematografia, the place that would coincidentally be the reason as to why you ended up talking to Timmy more and more after you’d met. But that’s another story.

Tom had left either for a press tour or filming. You didn’t remember. But somehow, he ended up in Italy too, and so he decided to join you. You both had agreed on clubbing together, and somehow that led to the very next day deciding to go out together, dinner. Nothing too special. But he had ended up in your dorm room helping you with your homework. You stayed up late, laughing at dumb shit till sunrise.

You didn’t know what exactly had led to that, but being alone and far from home had made you both be decent. A little bit more decent than usual. Your head on his shoulder, and his hand brushing yours.

That had been your first date, or so you had thought. You liked to think of it as a date.

“We should do this more often, hang out, only the two of us,” he had said. “Without having to pretend we hate each other.”

“I’m not pretending,” you chuckled.

“Maybe I am,” he said. “But you know what I mean, look, this was nice, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“Should we go for some espressos since we didn’t sleep shit last night.”

“Maybe.”

“That’s not a yes.”

“It isn’t a no either.”

And you had coffee, but he had to leave.

Which led to the second date, back in London when the summer had ended and when he was back, for a bit.

You went to a pub, alone and without telling anyone. You had had fun again, and you had walked around London. That had been the third time he’d held your hand. And the flame had been sparked.

“I need help believing this is actually happening.” You watched him.

“Why?” Tom asked.

“I feel like you poisoned me.”

He chuckled, “yeah, I thought you had poisoned me, but maybe, you’ve bewitched me in other ways.”

“Oh I am a witch.”

“How else would you explain I’ve fallen under your spell.”

It felt so real, so nice. Just the two of you, walking around London, illuminated by the streetlights, pointing out silly things. Slightly boozed up, but not really. It had been romantic, you remembered as he had walked you to your door and kissed your cheek.

After that you both had been texting every day, and calling each other. No sign of your hatred anymore. Pictures of kisses on cheeks, silly videos.

And it was nice, and maybe everyone started to notice, because you hadn’t been fighting on one of those family reunions. You had even been sitting together.

“You and Tom are finally friends?” Sam asked.

You had only looked at Tom and smiled slightly. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Since when?” Harry chuckled.

“We saw each other back when I was back at Rome,” you explained. “It’s nice not to be fighting.”

It took you only two… dates, now you refused to call them that, but it took you no time to fall in love with him. So deeply. And it felt like listening to your favorite song, or like watching your favorite movie.

Because you’d continue to hang out, not dates really. Only hanging out. Like that one time he only showed up at your door with some pizza and just watched you finish a project. Or that time when he asked you to come over while he was reading a script and you played with his hair.

It had been nice, all a secret. Nobody knew. A perfect secret.

Until it really wasn’t.

Tom and you had gone out again, first for dinner and then he’d taken you to a club, you’d be dancing.

That was the third time Tom had ever kissed you, and that was the third time Tom had ever danced with you, and the third time he’d ever taken you out alone, on a sorta type of date.

Of course, it had been romantic and perfect and nice. And he had laughed and kissed you again. And you had been dancing, even if you were a terrible dancer, and even if you barely knew what was going on.

Of course, that’s when it all went to shit.

Because little did you know that the night would turn to be shittiest day of your life.

Somehow, Harry, Sam, Haz, Tuwaine and some other friends had gone to the same club. That’s when things had started going all downhill.

Of course when they’d seen you they’d come quickly and Tom had turned cold, and walked away from you. Which of course had you wondering if anything was wrong.

“Why didn’t you guys tell us you’d be here?” Harry had asked.

Tom only took a sip of his drink. “Mmh, I did, I did, I thought that’s why you guys were joining us.”

“You guys hanging out together alone?” Emilia, one of your friends, pointed out. “Sounds sketchy.”

“Please they’ve been hanging out alone for a while,” Haz laughed.

“Really?” Harry asked, watching between you and Tom.

“No,” Tom denied it, as he ordered more alcohol. “No, no.”

You frowned. “Well—“

“Are you guys dating or something?” Emily pushed.

Tom frowned. “Please, Emily, as if I would ever date someone like y/n.”

You stayed quiet.

“Anyway, we’re here let’s… let’s have fun,” Tom added.

The night continued and eventually Tom walked away again to get more drinks, you followed after him.

“Aren’t we going to tell them? I mean they already caught us,” you asked as the loud music could barely even let you hear your own thoughts. The blue lights were dizzying you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said as he ordered another drink.

“Tom.”

“Tell them what? Nothing is happening.”

You frowned. “Really, nothing?”

“Why are you acting up?” He frowned. “Just be normal, y/n.”

“I thought—“

Tom chuckled. “What did you think?”

Harry joined the two of you. “What was really going on, guys?”

“Nothing, Harry,” Tom pushed past you, going back to your friends.

“You guys came here alone?” Harry asked, leaning over to your ear so you could listen to him.

“I—well, kind of?” You gulped. “But—I think I should talk to Tom.”

Harry frowned. “What’s happening, y/n?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t want to talk about it with anyone but Tom.

But you went back to the group, and danced slightly. You didn’t want to hide anything, you wanted to keep acting like you were before. Your friends could know. It didn’t matter.

You would sometimes dance closer to Tom and for moments he’d forget everything and smile at you but something had gotten into him and he’d push you away and ignore you.

A group of other people had approached you and danced with you. And at first it didn’t matter. But you recognized some faces, they went to school with you.

You remember taking out your phone and dancing close to Tom, but he only pushed your phone away. “Cmon y/n, I don’t want people seeing us together.”

That’s when you had felt it. Initially. The first pain across your chest.

But if he wanted to play that game, you could play it too, you ignored him and danced with your friends. But then you couldn’t ignore him.

One of the three girls from the other group that had approached you had his hands around Tom. A hint of jealousy could be seen on your face, your stomach jolted and you couldn’t help but clench your jaw. As her delicate fingers were brushing his hair and walking down his chest. As his own hand pulled her hips closer thin as they danced, and as he looked at her and only her. But his eyes went back to you at some point. And he had smirked at you.

You didn’t understand what was going on. Why was he dancing along with the other girl? He was supposed to be dancing with you. Only hours before his lips were on yours and they’d tasted sweet and they had been soft. And his hands had held you so warmly.

Why was he now with her? Where had all gone to shit?

The music had calmed down slightly and some of you had sat down, with little miss short pink skirt cheering everything Tom was doing.

“I seriously thought you guys were on a date,”Emily had pointed out again.

“Please y/n is too…”he scrunched his nose looking at you. “I’m sorry y/n, you’re going to die alone.”

You frowned as you stood up, “Tom, can I talk to you?”

“No,” he chuckled as he looked at the pink skirt. “I’m good here.”

You ignored them as you had gone back to dancing. You joined the group of people who had joined you.

One of the guys had been watching you, his green eyes staggering you as he smiled at you. His dancing had you entranced, but not entranced enough to forget about Tom. But it was true, you couldn’t get your eyes off of him.

“You’re—I’ve seen you in my classes,” he whispered in your ear.

“Oh yes, you seem familiar,” you chuckled as you danced.

“I’m—I’m Tim,” he offered you a hand. So proper.

You chuckled, shaking it. “Y/N, nice to meet you.”

But you looked back at Tom, and even though you had seen it coming, that didn’t stop you from breaking.

You felt like not even the lights had helped you, you felt like there were two single spotlights, one on you as you felt a stab across your chest, and the other one on Tom as he was practically eating the pink skirt up. Her lips were on his. His were on hers.

The music had stopped.

Why was he doing this? How had this turned into your worst nightmare? Only hours before he was kissing you. Deeply. Nicely. Not like that.

Had the kiss been bad? Was it your clothes? Had it been the way you had been too clingy? What had you done wrong?

You felt like you were going to faint. You had stopped breathing. You had to sit down but not with them.

“Hey, are you—are you okay?” Tim had asked you, as you were trying to catch your breath.

“I—I need to sit down,” you said.

“Oh okay, of course let me—“Tim had led the way to his table, but your eyes were still glued to Tom and pink skirt.

“Ah, Hally seems to be having a good time over there with your friend,” Tim pointed out.

“Huh?”

“Tom right? He is—Tom Holland? Hally, my friend—she’s— she's the one—well, getting friendly with him, and that other girl, that’s Emma the one talking to your friend.”

“Oh.” You couldn’t talk to him. You felt sick. Your whole body had weakened and you felt a pain in your chest. A stomach ache. A headache. Everything hurt.

Everything had turned blurry. You barely remembered what was going on, the last thing you remember was seeing him walk out of the place with her. Not you. With her.

You had reached out for Sam, telling him you didn’t feel well. You guess Sam realized what was going on. He didn’t ask much, only if you wanted him to stay and if you were alright.

And you had cried yourself to sleep, alone. Because who could you tell? What did you win by telling anyone this? Why did you feel that way? Why had he done it? A million questions had surfaced.

Where had they gone? Had he planned on doing this?

You hadn’t slept at all. You had skipped breakfast, and lunch. And you hadn’t gone to your class.

You were supposed to go out with the Holland’s, you didn’t go.

Someone had knocked at your door, and you didn’t stand up. You were too busy with a spoonful of chocolate icing that you’d saved for a cake. But it seemed more interesting eating it now that you had a million questions and it didn’t involve any cooking.

They knocked again.

You stood up and finally opened the door, and you saw him. You could tell he hadn’t slept either, for different reasons than yours, of course. He had that glow everybody talked about. And compared to you and your sweatpants, and your puffy eyes from crying.

You gave him a glance as you saw yellow flowers in his hands.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you said as you tried closing the door but he stopped it.

“Y/n I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You crossed your arms.

“For—I don’t know.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me Tom,” you said as you saw the pathetic excuse of flowers he was holding. “You ended up with another chick on a date? And you think I’m forgiving you with that?”

“Please it wasn’t even a real date.”

And those words stung, and the headache was back. Had you read all the signs wrong? Had he backed up because you’d been that bad of a date? Had he gotten bored.

“It wasn’t? It wasn’t?” Was all you could ask. “It was clearly a date Thomas! We’ve been—“

“Oh my god you thought this was real?” Tom chuckled.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

He threw his head back, and rubbed his eyes. “This was all part of the prank war we’ve got going on I thought you knew—“

Something didn’t add up. “You—this?”

“You’ve got to be shitting me y/n you thought this was real?”

“So what was exactly the prank, Tom?” You couldn’t believe him. Was the prank breaking your heart? He won. He had won. And you thought about it. It didn’t make any sense.

“You fell for it?”

“Tom, you’ve got to—But still, prank or not. That was shitty you fucking left me there and—“

Tom sighed as he walked into your apartment. “That was the fucking point, I left you for someone else, that was the prank.”

“What kind of shitty prank is that?” You yelled at him. “Who the fuck does that?”

He looked away. “The point was hurting you, I succeeded didn’t I?”

You were hurt. Even more hurt knowing that he had done this on purpose. What he fuck was wrong with him. You headed to the kitchen trying to catch your breath.

You stayed quiet for a bit, he could’ve grabbed a knife and stabbed you and it would’ve hurt less than this. He didn’t say anything, he was only staring at you. As if he was too proud of himself to admit he was sorry.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You couldn’t believe him. Worst part was you couldn’t even let him you had cried all night, you were so broken-hearted. You couldn’t believe he was doing this. And you didn’t believe him. He couldn’t have possibly planned this. Which made it even worse. Because if he’d seen the chance, it was because he probably didn’t like you the same way and chose instead to use your weaknesses once again against you.

He sighed as he looked around.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You repeated.

“I dunno, thought it would make you laugh and I didn't know you’d get this mad.”

You walked away to your couch.

“You’re an asshole,” you yelled. He followed after you.

“Y/N, come on I Said I’m sorry—“

You picked up a cushion and threw it ahim. “Oh my god leave, Tom! Get away from me. Leave me alone.”

He picked up the cushion and walked over. “No, I’m sorry… I’m not… gonna give this back,” he placed the cushion far from you.

But you threw another cushion at his face as he closed his eyes.

“Y/N, calm down,”he wanted as he saw you with the pint of chocolate icing and you hugged your third cushion. He sat across you, and then watched you, carefully. He did seem sorry, but you couldn’t quite believe him.

You only glared. There wasn’t really anything you could do. He seemed concerned, and conflicted. “Y/N I’m sorry,” his voice was softer as he approached you.

You stayed quiet again for quite a bit. Your thoughts mapping in your mind.

“Did you hook up with her?” You asked after a while of silence.

“Yes I did,”he looked away but then scrunched his nose. “But why do you care?”

You looked away. “I don’t.” But you punched him with the cushion.

“Y/N can you stop—“he frowned.

You only kept punching him, in all honesty it probably didn’t even hurt him. It was only your way to get out all of the anger.

“Y/N, are you done, now?” He asked before you threw it back at him.

“Then why the fuck did you ask me out?”

How were you supposed to react to this? How the hell were you supposed not to cry when it hurt so much? How were you supposed to keep watching him When you could barely breathe. You couldn’t let him see you cry.

“Because I thought you knew this was part of the prank war.”

“How the fuck—“

“Jesus y/n no,” he closed his eyes. “You thought this was real,” he said to himself.

“I didn’t.”

He watched you. “You did.” He stood up and rubbed his face. “Shit, now I do feel like a real bastard. Can you forgive me?”

“No.”

“Fuck, I bought you yellow flowers,” he said pointing at the flowers he’d left on your kitchen counter.

You laughed. “Ah that’s it, that’ll mend everything!”

He rubbed his face. “Oh my god y/n this comes back to you being the same damn fool.”

You stood up. “Excuse me?”

“You really thought I wanted to go out with you?” He watched you.

Of course everything made sense now. You were very stupid, you were a fucking fool for believing it. “No.”

“You’re still like that little girl thinking I could ever—Oh my god y:n, I thought we’d grown past that crush of yours,” he had changed his voice as he paced around the room. He walked around arrogantly.

“I don’t have a crush on you,” you snapped as you walked over. “Get out of my life.”

“Y/N love,” he reached for your hand but you snapped it off. Ldid you really think this would turn out—“

“No, but I can’t believe you’d be such a shitty person to fucking leave me in a place full of strangers and such a shittier person by making a prank that would hurt my feelings, you didnt but I can’t believe you even though of that.”

He looked away. “I’m very aware I didn’t hurt you. You were doing just fine with those green eyes.”

You let out a cynical laugh. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you Thomas. Get out of my life I can’t fucking stand you.”

“Y/N, I’m actually really sorry, can you—“

“No.”

He looked hurt now. But it seemed different as if he hadn’t meant whatever he’d said before. His eyes begged for forgiveness, but he spoke bullshit. Seconds ago he had been such an arrogant son of a bitch but now his sight was begging you to forgive him. But you knew better.

He tried taking your hands. “Y/N please—“

“No,” you pushed him away.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you this way.”

“What way were you trying to hurt me then?” You questioned as you stepped closer, he stepped back. “What the hell were you trying to do?” You walked back to the kitchen and stared at the yellow flowers.

“I—I don’t know,” he admitted. “Please, at least accept the flowers.”

You turned on the stove, took out your kettle.

“Y/N,” he sighed watching you.

“How the fuck did you go from hiding my spoons to wanting to rip my heart off?” You questioned him. “I’m not—I’m such an idiot believing we’d be friends. You’re right, I’m the biggest idiot for forgetting how big of an asshole you actually are.”

He didn’t say anything, and only pushed the flowers closer to you.

You stared at them, you grabbed them and started ripping off each and every one of the petals.

“Y/N—“

You only glared at him. You proceeded to take the kettle out of the fire and then burnt each and everyone of the petals.

He only watched you, he seemed disappointed. He stayed incredibly quiet. So cold to be watching.

When you were done, you scattered the ashes and placed them in a bag, and handed them to him.

“Get out of my life now.”

Of course you couldn't see yellow flowers from that moment on. And he had left without trying anymore. You had cried for months. Heartbreaks can be felt.

Something bright had come from that night, however. Timmy.

From them you had promised yourself you’d never fall for Tom again. You couldn’t. Your heart couldn’t bear it.

But now, you’d slept three times with him. Something had to go wrong. So there you were wondering what this could go wrong with him this time. What would he pull now?

Three things you remembered when you woke up.

Heartbreaks can be felt

Don’t fall back in love with him.

Having your heart broken by Tom had been the worst experience of your life and you didn’t want to go there again.

You didn’t remember when you fell asleep. You remembered talking all night long with him, showing him songs and forgetting about the world outside. But your heart ached, making you remember how he could hurt you again.

Even if you’d woken up in his arms, all cuddled up with clothes on, you knew this was going to go to hell. There was something about spooning with clothes on, somehow it made it more intimate.

You tried sitting up, as you tried rubbing your sore muscles from sleeping on the floor. Tom tried pulling you back to him, he was still fast asleep. It was pretty early. You reached for your phone, 9 am. You had many notifications, you checked Instagram first, your heart warmed up as you saw the pancakes. You kept going through your phone, ignoring the texts you were getting.

Your heart ached when you hovered Timmy’s name.

And it hurt to think that you’d let him go. It hurt to think that your feelings for the dumbass laying down beside you would ruin a relationship so pure.

Harry had texted you, several times. You finally opened the message to realize that now the Holland twins and now even your brother knew that your car was parked right outside.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, and then pushed Tom. “Tom. Tom! Tom” You shook him.

He groaned and only pulled you closer.

“Get off me,” you whispered as you kept shaking him. “Tom wake up!”

“Y/N,” he complained. “Five minutes more…” he said sleepily. “I’ll kiss you in a bit. Calm down.”

“What?” You frowned as you kept shaking him. “Get up, loser, we got caught.”

“Hm?”

“We got caught! Harry—“

Tom woke up immediately and sat up. “Harry?”

“Harry saw my car, they’re asking on the group chat and now they’re—“Your phone started to ring. “They’re calling me.”

“Fuck,” he looked at his phone. “Shit—And we have our breakfast.”

“What?”

“We were supposed to have breakfast as a family to wish Harry good luck, family things—“Tom Dan a hand through his hair. “Okay—So—“He looked over at you. “We—Okay, we aren’t exactly dressed for—“he looked over at you. “Okay—wow I can see those—“

You covered your chest.

“Tom.”

He smirked. “I’m not complaining,” he said, earning a slight punch on his shoulder.

“What’s the plan?” You asked him.

“Do you think they would be able to tell? Don’t you have anything magical in your backpack?”

“Makeup—?”

“Think makeup will cover up that red gorgeous thing?” Tom teased.

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes, pushing him away. But he shuffled closer, placing his hands on your hips. “Tom, get your hands off me, and figure this out.”

He sighed. “Fine—I’ll—I’ll go in, and distract them, you’ll sneak to the bathroom and I’ll just—say I invited you for breakfast.”

“You’re—“You frowned. “Breakfast with your family after hooking up.”

He laughed, and then kissed your cheek. “Getting coupley are we?”

“No, go fix this shit.”

“Fine, I’ll say you came here to say goodbye to Harry.”

He leaned over for a kiss but you stopped him, placing your hand on his lips. He frowned but kissed your hand anyway.

“I’ll text you when the coast is cleared, then you’ll sneak” he warned as he carefully climbed down the treehouse.

You watched him not so sneakily get into the house. You took out your makeup bag to make sure there was no hint in your face that you’d slept with him the night before. You made it as natural as you could, but then you saw it on your neck, a place where Tom had not been able to separate from last night. A bright purple hickey, set on your collarbone. You cursed again and then covered it up. You couldn’t let the Holland’s see this. Not because it involved Tom, thing that you definitely didn’t want them to know. But still, you didn’t want them to know that you weren’t exactly the angel they thought you were.

You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath. You didn’t know what you had thought the night before. You were going to give in, to what? You’d already slept with him and had breakfast and two a.m. conversations. You took out the Polaroid of Tom and couldn’t help but smile just slightly, but the smile was quickly erased. You couldn’t go any further than that, you were on the edge now. You were exactly on the point where if you spent 10 more minutes alone with him and his stupid gorgeous face you’d fall. But you couldn’t. You had those 3 mental notes and you didn’t want to go to that place again. But this was the third time you slept together, you expected him to blow it up. What would he do?

But this felt different. And hell, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t addicted to his kiss. But no, this was wrong. You didn’t want to go there. You couldn’t do that to your heart.

Timmy had texted you again, begging for you guys to talk. He apologized for what he’d done. Hell, hours before you’d kissed Timmy too. It had been a pretty messed up 24 hours.

You were sick for doing what you’d done. You groaned as you ran a hand through your hair.

Tom texted you to carefully sneak into the bathroom, he had them covered and then he’d give an excuse.

You managed to walk into the house, but you caught a glimpse of Sam. You weren’t sure if he saw you, but he probably hadn’t.

Tom texted you again to come out and join them in the kitchen. Of course when you walked out you hadn’t expected to bump into the whole family when you walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, hi!” And suddenly you were very aware of your outfit. Your pair of sweatpants and white t-shirt was probably not an outfit that you’d be wearing any time. Except of course for a hookup. And it was very awkward seeing the whole family dressed up.

You only hoped they wouldn’t put two and two together.

“Y/N love, I’m glad you’re here,” Nikki said.

Dom smiled at you.

Sam was too busy making breakfast as you stared at Tom who seemed as nervous as you were.

“Yeah, I just… came here to say goodbye to Harry,” you grinned, as you looked around, looking for him.

Harry walked behind you and poked your sides, making you jump.

Harry chuckled. “Didn’t see you come in,” Harry pointed out, as he hugged you. “And I’m just surprised you’re not dressed as any of the characters from the Breakfast Club.”

You laughed. “I—Uh.”

“We went for a run,” Tom lied, intruding in. “Uh—well we no, I’m joking no—We were—going to go together to rehearse the—choreography for the movie.”

“Yeah, we were going to do that, but he suggested we go for a run.”

“You guys are getting along now?” Nikki chuckled.

Sam laughed. “Well, Toms paying her to get along.”

“I—well,” you chuckled.

Paddy walked into the kitchen. “Hello, y/n!”

“Hi, Pads.”

You turned to Harry. “So, you’re done packing? Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m—Im ready,” he grinned.

Tom licked his lips. “Well—you can say bye to Harry and then you’re gone, right? Bye y/n.”

“Ah, come on,”Dom frowned. “You’re joining us for breakfast.”

“I thought this was family breakfast,” Tom said.

“Yeah, yeah,” you gulped. “Yeah, it’s alright I was going to head—“

Nikki glared at her song. “Nonsense, Y/N’s like family, so, you’re staying right?”

The whole family stared at you.

“Well… alright?”

You ended up helping in the kitchen, Tom would smile at you from afar every now and then. But you were talking more to the twins, and remembering old anecdotes. They had you and Tom cutting some fruit, and you were even giggling. Smiling to each other. Too good to be true.

But every time you felt the butterflying on your stomach, you had to remember last time. But this was different, you weren’t in love with him. Or were you? But the problem was you knew him too well, and now every single damn movement he did would give you thoughts any lady shouldn’t have. His fingers were too interesting for you.

Of course he noticed, and he hid a snicker as he then smirked at you.

You had to stop and take a deep breath when his hand had landed on your waist to push you to the side. He only grinned and then headed to the table.

Sam approached you with a chuckle. “You guys are friends?”

“No,” you cleared your throat.

Sam laughed staring at you. “If I didn’t know any better—“

“What?”

“Nothing,” Sam smirked. “Just don’t forget I know both of you, y/n.”

You frowned as you watched him leave.

Eventually, you were all sitting down, you didn’t know why or who had changed the sitting arrangement, but Tom and you had ended up on the same side, together. The damn table, two people on each side. And out of everyone you were sitting with Tom.

They hadn’t pointed it out.

Your mind was going crazy. You were losing it, as you realized this was the second breakfast you were having with him. This was breaking all the rules. Especially since it involved his family.

Of course you didn’t expect what Tom was going to end up doing. His hand on your thigh, going up and down. Slowly. Fingers tracing its way, zigzagging up and down. Your eyes only widened as you tried shifting your way away from him. But he only chuckled.

Of course two could play at that game. Your own hand landed on his thighs, close to his bulge. He only coughed.

You had to be very sneaky. This was playing with fire. But your hand slowly rubbed his legs. But you had to be very careful. His parents and brothers were there.

But then he grabbed your hand and then kept holding it, rubbing your hand with gentle circles. You frowned watching him. You didn’t take it away.

And besides that, it was a lovely breakfast. Very nice conversation. You’d always loved the other Holland’s, excluding Tom of course.

But he had kept holding your hand. And only flashbacks were hitting you. It was a constant roller coaster of feelings between it making you blush and remembering the horrible experience you’d gone through.

But this meant something. You hoped. Maybe he was falling for you. Of course you didn’t want to scream victory, but at least you could write about it.

“So what’s the choreography going?” Asked Nikki. “What’s it like?”

“It’s… very 80’s,” Tom said, squeezing your hand.

You cleared your throat trying to pull away but he only squeezed it more and intertwined your fingers. You felt your chest jolt but then gulped.

“Yeah, very—I heard the director wants all Dirty Dancing kind of stuff,” you added.

“Oh, you should help him out then, y/n!” Sam chuckled. “I know for a fact that you know the whole choreographies in that movie.”

“Oh no, she knows the high school musical ones,” Harry laughed. “And sadly we know them too because you made us learn it.”

You grinned. “I’m glad.”

Somehow they continued complaining about it, and your other shenanigans you’d forced them to do while growing up.

“So, you guys are leaving too, right? In two weeks?” Asked Dom.

“Yeah, yeah, New York and Atlanta,” You confirmed.

“You guys are taking different planes right?” Sam laughed. “I wouldn’t want to be on a plane with two young adults fighting.”

Tom laughed. “We are—friends now.”

Nikki grinned. “I actually can see that,” she pointed out. “By now you’d probably be stabbing each other with a fork.”

“Hm, thanks for the idea.” You laughed.

Tom grinned to himself.

Eventually, it was time for you to leave. They’d be getting Harry to the airport, and Tom asked you for a ride.

It had been weird saying goodbye to Harry and wishing him good luck when you really had a lot of stuff to talk about with him. It felt weird not being able to talk about it with anyone. You had your own thoughts to yourself. And you had to wish him good luck and you couldn’t really tell him that he had fucked up about Emma. Not that you would tell him anyways. It was weird that you knew you were hiding secrets from him.

You were driving, and your phone was ringing and ringing. Timmy.

You ignored it, you couldn’t answer in front of Tom. This was absolutely none of his business. But of course his eyes were glued to your phone.

He had stayed slightly quiet because you had been quiet. You were debating with yourself really. What would he do this time that he’d end up with more yellow flowers at your door with an empty apology?

“So—“

You didn’t say anything.

Tom only kept watching your phone. “Seems like Tim Shampoo really wants to talk to you.”

“Chalamet,” you corrected him.

“Champagne showers, whatever his fancy ass name is,” he rolled his eyes. “He really wants to talk to you.”

You eyed your phone. “Right.”

Tom scrunched his lips. “Aaaand he texted you.”

“Tom leave that alone—“

“Let’s see—He says: that he… is still thinking about that kiss,” his eyes widened.

You cleared your throat.

“What kiss?”

You didn’t answer.

“Y/N, what kiss?”

You looked at the road. “Do people not know how to drive?”

“Y/N. Did you kiss him?” He frowned.

“None of your business,” you whispered as you tried turning up the music.

He turned it off. “What?”

“It’s none of your business,” you pushed.

He coughed. “But what if I want it to be my business?”

You scowled. “Why would it be?”

Tom clenched his jaw. “Did you kiss him?”

You had just pulled over at his place.

“Y/N did you kiss him?”

“We’re here.” You stopped the car.

“Did you?”

And you saw the irony of it. How the tables had been turned? But were they?

You rolled your eyes. “He kissed me.”

“When?”

“After the party.”

Tom ran a hand through his hair. “And then you called me?”

You shrugged. “Yes. Does it matter?”

“I dunno,” he snapped. “How would you feel if I had kissed someone else then called you?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Disappointed but not surprised, sounds like some kind of shit you’d doze

Tom only stared at you. “No, y/n… but this, you should tell me that?”

You frowned. “Why?” You questioned him. “We are not friends, we are enemies who happened to be sleeping together.”

“Well but sleeping with you gives me some rights—“

“What?” You laughed. “What kind of rights? We are not exclusive and it was only a kiss.”

“But—“Tom gulped.

“You’re home Tom, get off my car,” you frowned.

“Okay what the hell is going on here?” He watched you. “you were being nice last night and this morning.”

“Well, we’re back to being aggressive,” you gulped. You knew you were defensive because you were too scared of Tom being nice and you were too scared of Tom wanting more. “sleeping together doesn’t change the fact that we hate each other.”

Tom looked away. “It doesn’t huh.”

“No.”

Tom watched you. “But don’t you think I deserve to know?”

“Why must you deserve knowing anything about me?” You snapped. “You’re gonna turn it against me anyway,” you sassed.

He looked hurt. “You really think I’m that kind of person.”

“I know you’re that kind of person,” you frowned..

He sighed. “Y/n.”

You threw your hands in the air. “I’m just waiting for it, Tom, when is it going to come? What’s the name of this game? What are you going to win?”

He didn’t say anything. “Y/n.”

“Seriously, Tom,” you sighed. “Get off my car, I don’t need to have this conversation with you.”

“I thought we were being nice,” he pointed out.

“I don’t trust you.”

He reached out for your hair. “Why are you being so defensive?”

You flicked his hand away. “Really, Tom? You ask that.”

“Well yes,” he growled. “Just last night we were kind of—having a moment?”

“Exactly and then you’ll turn into the asshole,” you sighed. You looked over at him. “I’m sorry if I can’t trust you. I don’t know why that is, maybe because you’ve proven to me many times how big of an asshole you can be so I’m just waiting for it, what’s it gonna be this time?”

“Nothing.”

“Well how do I know that?” You stared at the wheel. “I can’t trust you Tom, I really can’t trust you this time, but expect a text I guess I get bored.”

“No.”

You frowned. “No?”

“What if I want this to be different this time?” He sighed. “What if—“

“This time it’s different,” you admitted. “I won’t catch feelings for you.”

He clenched his jaw. “You’re right, I don’t know why we are having this conversation,” he said. “So, go and sleep with Timmy too if you want. I won’t care,” he said before finally getting out of the car.

“Fine,” you watched him walk away.

“Fine,” he yelled back.

“Fine.”You stared at his house.

Three times had you slept with him, and you’d been the one to fuck it up this time.

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tears-and-lilies · 3 years

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Vasri’s past

Backstory! It’s a sequel to Loui’s past. Vasri is around 16-17ish here.

Tag: @whumpfigure @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @green-eyed-whumpster @liliability @sideblogformindtrash @starnight-whump @milk-carton-whump @abitefullofwhump @unicornscotty

CW: death of minor character (both mentioned and offscreen but heavily implied, we don’t know who the character is), reference to murder (alleged), whipping mention, captivity (sort of), neglectful parental figure, thrown off cliff (into the sea but that’s just implied as it’s a yikes for me), standing near cliff, mental breakdown, whump of minors (implied and emotional whump)

Vasri closed his eyes and rested his head against the trunk of a tree. If he focused hard enough, he could hear the breaking of the waves against the rocks. The air on the island was fresh. He wished he could be like the birds he heard above him. The view must be beautiful from up there.

A scream sounded. He bit his lip. His heartbeat was so loud he was afraid they would hear him, and find him in his hiding spot between the bushes. They were looking for him. He knew it. He didn’t know what he had done this time, but in the end it didn’t matter. It never did.

The Empress was always lurking. You could make one simple mistake, and she would know. And she would punish you for it. After all, she expected nothing but the best of her servants. You would get whipped gravely for spilling a drop of water. She saw everything.

He hoped Loui was okay. He hoped he wouldn’t cause any trouble, he hoped their father would be kind.

For a moment, he thought he heard footsteps. He tried to stay still. Let them walk by, let them walk by.

The bristling in the grass stopped. He almost sighed in relief.

Then, in one movement, the branches of the bush were pulled to the side. Vasri squealed. He couldn’t help himself. He covered his head with his arms.

‘I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, I promise!’

‘Huh?’

He peeked up. A boy was standing in front of him, only a little older than himself. Black hair, brown skin, he looked like a typical Koian. He had freckles all over his face, and a silly look in his eyes. And gemstones, all over his white clothing, sparkling in the sun. He was a prince. Prince Ravi.

‘I-I’m so-so sorry, Your Highness! I thought- I didn’t know-’

Ravi laughed –a bright laugh Vasri had never heard from anyone else before-, and grabbed his arm to… help him stand up?!

‘You’re one of the servants for my great aunt?’, he guessed. ‘Wait! You’re the one from that horse situation! Your horses weren’t even your father’s, they were rented! Right?’

He blushed. ‘I’m sorry…’

‘Stop apologizing! It really isn’t that big of a deal.’

Prince Ravi looked around, then back at Vasri.

‘My great aunt lost a necklace and now she’s making it everyone else’s problem’, he rolled his eyes. ‘It was her plan to go away from the palace and live on this island, but that old witch is bored out of her mind.’

He suddenly grabbed Vasri’s hand and pulled him along. They ran to the cliffs. The wind was stronger here, the sound of the breaking waves louder. But the view was beautiful. The shimmering blue water looked gorgeous from here. A blue haze stretching all the way to the horizon and further.

When he turned towards Ravi, he heard the boy sigh. Suddenly, he reached for Vasri’s head. He took the flower crown off. Vasri had forgotten he was even wearing one. The Empress liked it, he was used to it.

Ravi threw it down the cliff.

‘What- why did you do that?!’, Vasri yelped.

‘Come on. You don’t need it, you’re pretty on your own.’

Ravi winked, and for a second Vasri wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. He blushed again. Did he need to react? What did he have to say, this boy was the prince! Was he even allowed to speak to him?

‘What’s your name?’

Vasri blinked, then stammered: ‘Vasri, son of Chaspar, Your Highness.’

‘Okay. I’m Ravi, not “Your Highness”’

‘Of course! I’m sorry!’

‘…And you don’t have to be sorry.’

Ravi sighed, and Vasri bit his lip. He didn’t want to upset the prince! But if he wasn’t allowed to apologize for his mistakes, how could he make up for them?

‘Vasri, you’re young.’

He was sweating. Was that a problem? Why was Ravi staring at the falling flowers, why that severe look in his eyes?

Suddenly it hit him. Was this a test?

Ravi tilted his head. ‘Your father… I haven’t heard his name, haven’t even studied it I’m sure, so he’s not a noble. Did your father give you to the Empress as a servant so he would be admitted to the aristocracy?’

Vasri could cry. His father told him to never tell anyone. But he couldn’t lie to the prince!

‘You don’t have to answer’, Ravi added, and gave Vasri a faint smile.

He smiled back as best as he could, tucking a curl behind his ear. He didn’t know how he should stand, or say.

‘Are- are you staying at the island?’, he shyly asked.

Ravi nodded, his wide smile returning. ‘Sadly, yes. Well, at least I’m away from whatever’s happening at Koia. Downside is my great aunt, as you’d probably already guessed.’

‘What’s happening in Koia?’

‘My sisters are being murdered. One. By one. By one.’

The cold wind made Vasri shiver. Ravi seemed to be unbothered by it.

Stupid, stupid. I shouldn’t involve myself in such matters.

When Ravi spoke again, his voice was flat. ‘It’s unfair that you’re here, Vasri. Your father could have played it honest. He dumped you here, on Hell Island, to rot away when he’s getting rich. Stupid cockroaches, that’s what they are. That’s what they all are. The advisors, the nobles, your father, that stupid senile Emperor, my great aunt most of all!’

He had started trembling, and Vasri took a step back.

‘I hate them! Why do I have to rot away when my brothers have been murdered! My sisters are dying, and I can’t do anything to save them!’

‘R-Ravi?’

‘All I can do is wait for the day that my poor exiled mother kills herself, so that stupid witch can finally tell herself that she got rid of all her enemies! And then she dies herself, rotting away like the rest of us, covered in maggots as we lead her dead body to some luxurious grave! I hate her!’

A deafening shriek sounded. Someone was pushed down the cliff further away, their body hitting the rocks while they screamed for their life. It happened too often here. Vasri held his arms around him as he watched Ravi fall to the ground, crying.

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sleepdeprivedheretic · 4 years

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Lilium

Summary: Although a witch, you weren’t the one to really summon demons, but your friends had insisted that you could use an extra pair of helping hands to help you with your run-down hut. After fixing the mess of a first attempt fail, you were expecting to summon a lower gremlin. What or who you didn’t expect, was to summon the demon king of hell, keeper of souls, in searching for something that only you could do perfectly.

In explanation of the fic: Each powerful demon has his/her own hell, and in each hell has layers, like onions. So although reader didn’t summon Lucifer, she summoned a pretty powerful Japanese demon who’s element of hell follows close to that of Greek mythology because Rita liked the Persephone vibes. As for the soul thing, those are the souls who just...wind up at his place.

Title name: Lilies are a flower that represent not only unity, love, and devotion, but also the flowers are most often associated with funerals, they symbolize that the soul of the departed has received restored innocence after death. Persephone held lilies in her hands/arms as she was take away by Hades, the flowers turning white as they fell to the ground. Ancient(?) Romans would stuff pillows full of the flowers, the fragrance perfect for love-making ;)

Notes: @youtubequeens, or Rita, requested the beautiful idea of Tai-chan being a demon king in need of something that only the reader can do, and we brainstormed together on the setting and the plot, so the credit goes to her, go ahead and check her on Tumblr <3

Warnings not in order: Cursing, hand cutting for rituals (so blood), being void of a soul (cause, demons), summoning demons, minions, souls of the damned, smut, deals with the devil, having your soul taken and turning into a demon, and hellish stuff.

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“I mean, look at this place, Sister! It’s a dump! C’mon, pleeeease!” Your friend begged. She, along a few others belonged to a nearby coven. Although good friends, they delved into the darker aspects of witchcraft, such as demon summoning, as you stuck to herbal remedies, readings, and a little bit of scrying. Although not against the art, you weren’t well acquainted, and a little nervous.

“You don’t even need a contract! Just bind whatever poor little goblin or gremlin to you, and...you know, have it help you collect your herbs! I know, binding seems a little much, and it’s difficult to get out of one, but they can’t hurt you when bound to you.” Another friend piped up, trying further to convince you. Your gaze fell onto the chalked-up pentagram within your home, surrounded by salt and melting red candles, looking innocently out of place, almost.

“Alright, fine.” You huffed, causing squeals of victorious joy from the gaggle of girls. It wouldn’t hurt, you thought. You lived in the outskirts of the village, within a rugged hut that you called a “store”. Although it was a popular little town, you weren’t doing to well. Your place was falling apart, herbs were harder to find, and although tolerated, your witchy status had alerted and unnerved everyone, except your little coven of friends, who had hidden themselves away deeper into the forest.

Your life sucked, and with your pet familiar, the two of you kept to yourselves as you brewed supper more than potions and remedies, your Sisters popping in from time to time, checking up on you.

Your little orange rabbit snuggled into your lap as you repeated the words in Latin, trying to spark hellfire into the pentagram. No such luck.

“Aw! Is it not working? I’m suuuure my aunt gave me the right spell!” Your main friend huffed into a pout, the two other girls following her example of disappointment.

“Perhaps another time? It’s getting late, girls.” You admitted. Truthfully, you didn’t want to have to deal with more pressure, and your familiar was getting unnerved by the whole thing.

“You’re right. It was fun hanging out with you, Sis! Wish we could do this more, but you know, coven stuff.” The sweet friend smiled softly as she hugged you tightly.

“We’ll be busy, you know, coven stuff. Auntie wants us to clean out the nasty pots, restock the potions, and go on a wild, exciting adventure of grabbing rare herbs, so we don’t know when that’s going to take. Ugh, I’m not leaving, yet, and I miss you, already!” The leader of the girls whined, dramatically throwing her arm over her eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Stay safe, okay? We’ll visit to check up on you. Give Lottie some extra treats for us!” The third one grinned, petting the rabbit. With further words, they left, leaving you warm, yet saddened and alone.

Many times, the fellow women of the coven had offered a place for you, so that you wouldn’t be so alone, and you appreciated that, but you knew that the coven wasn’t one for you. Although not evil, you didn’t want to join for a multitude of reasons. They had strict rules and regulations, following their leader without question as they sacrificed time and energy for reasons that the girls, although close, didn’t tell you what for.

You couldn’t help but feel that it was rather sketchy. Your eyes laid upon the pentagram as the thought crossed your mind. You weren’t fully against summoning things from the underworld, it was an aged old practice that was held with reverence from generation to generation. You held Charlotte close to you, the rabbit sniffing at the air, scenting out scents that your human nose could not deter.

“I smell nothing out of the ordinary. The salt is too strong.” Her voice echoed in your head, and you nodded your thanks. You were curious, you admitted. You didn’t really have much things to do, other than clean your stew pot, tend to the moon water, and pluck the petals off of the dried out roses.

“Something has to give, in order for you to receive.” You said aloud, the wheels turning in your head. A certain flower could help, you thought suddenly, looking at the container of dried out white lilies. You opened the jar spreading out the white funeral flowers among the edges of the Celtic symbol. The scent was almost too pure for such a deed, you couldn’t help but think.

Carving a fool-proof plan to mind, you placed Charlotte down, and grabbed a small blade used for cutting fruits from your kitchen. The little rabbit opted to say nothing, trusting you as her witch to do what you think was best.

You winced as you sliced a small cut into your palm, letting the little blood droplets to drip onto each flower, avoiding the salt as best as you could. Picking up a slip of paper in which had the summoning spell, you began reading the Latin out loud as you channeled your energy at the edge of the pentagram, instead of in between it.

Your breath hitched as bright orange hellfire sparked, not going past the salt as it crackled at the precious crystals and parts of the flowers. You continued speaking the verses, watching in awe as the odd underworldly flames refused to consume, instead it burned brighter at each verse.

As you finished the last sentence with a final quip, you jumped in surprise as the flames reached almost as high as the ceiling, whirling dangerously as it let out smoke and sparks, fizzling as a tall figure behind the flames seemed to crawl from the little circle, you couldn’t see who or what it was, but you were coughing as the unnatural smoke outweighed the dying fire, floating heavily away as you looked up to see your first summon.

You were choked up, not knowing what to say as your eyes beheld the sight when the smoke finally cleared from the deadened flames.

A demon, and not just anything in the ordinary of what you knew about them. He was tall, as tall as the men in your village, and almost resembled a human. His pointed ears were adorned with little ringlets of gold, matching the glittering bracelets and bands that were worn upon his ankles, horns, wrists, arms, and a swishing pointed tail. His attire was something you’d never really seen within your village, but you knew what it was due to your books.

He wore dark orange attire that almost resembled a Doric chiton, except the one he wore, hardly left anything to the imagination, but you weren’t focused on that, right now. What you were focused on, was the demon’s scowl of frustration and annoyance, aimed at you as his tail swished and thumped angrily at the ground, reminding you of an angry cat.

“This fuckin’ circle’s too small! And the hell do you want? I’m a very busy man, ya know!” He growled out, taking in your smaller frame with displeasure. You were surprised by his accent, it was gruff, yes, but it was new, something that you’ve never heard, before.

“I was trying to summon something else.” You stammered, and he faltered in an angry shock, before narrowing his eyes at you.

“Tch! Who do you think you are, summonin’ a king of hell, tellin’ me that you were tryin’ to summon somethin’ else?” He bared his teeth, and you could see little tusks peeking out from underneath his bottom lip. You gave him your name as you found yourself blurting out who knows what.

“I need a um...helper. I needed somebody to look after my hut while I collected herbs...make sure that the villagers don’t torch down my shop.” The excuse slipped out as you stood your ground. It was partially true. His stance relaxed a bit at your words.

“A magic user, huh?” He asked slowly, behavior sharply and swiftly contrasting from his angry tone, as he rested his chin onto his hand in processing the thought. Then his eyes moved onto yours. He unnerved you.

“What about it?” You asked, and he indulged you.

“Normally, mortals such yerself can summon us with ease, only because ya need a contract. You, lil’ witch, were trying to find a binding partner, which uses magic. I may have use for you, yet.” His attitude shifted, and you couldn’t help but relax a little at the honeyed tone. What was with this demon?

“What are you talking about?” You bit out. He let out a victorious grin.

“Yer magic was so strong, it summoned me. A king of hell, a keeper of souls, n’ lord of demons. Bindin’ magic can only get ya so far, it’s pretty much unheard of a mortal summoning somethin’ greater than an ogre, or an oni.” Rolled off of his tongue, eyes now glinting with something that you couldn’t pinpoint. You were surprised. A king of hell? It did explain his jewelry and finery, you silently pinpointed. Despite the shock, you still needed to ask more questions while he was in the mood to be generous with his answers.

“So...you’re needing me to summon demons up for you from the surface?” You offered, and he looked at you with surprise.

“No….I need you to give up your soul, and live with me in hell.” He grinned at the tight atmosphere that he was causing, you froze.

“Tell me, why would I ever want to do that? What do you even want?” You grounded out the last bit, still confused, and getting weary. Your summon had taken a toll on your body, and now you were feeling the lull of sleep due to sapped magic.

“I have two main underlings who are like sons to me, but the three of us can only do so much in carin’ for the undead. Ya see, hell’s a very powerful place, in which it can supply a witch’s magic with ease. Ya know where I’m getting’ at?” He drawled out, and you nodded a little.

“I think somebody of yer stature could really hold the forte down. All you have to do, is just be there, n’ yer magic can calm down n’ soothe the restless dead, making this job a lot easier. Since yer magic is powerful, it’ll be extra helpful n’ dosing the souls an’ lesser devils, down. You give me what I need, an’ I can give you what you need.” He purred at the end.

The thought of being useful did appeal to you, it’s what you ever wanted. Yes, it was a terrible decision and you’ll probably end up being burned, anyway, but you remembered that a bound demon or devil cannot hurt you, no matter how powerful they were. If they hurt you, they hurt themselves.

“I’m not going to give up my soul to burn forever, to live with a demon that I’m not bound to.” You countered, and his eye twitched

“First of all, Sweetheart, my realm is in layers. Where you, I, an’ my boys live, is an environment that resembles your realm, but better. Secondly, you will be bound to me, but not as a servant or master, but as an equal. Somethin’ akin to…” He let the sentence hang as he smiled smugly at you, brows furrowed with cockiness, leering at you from his height.

“Akin to?” You egged him, and he let the rest rolled off of his tongue without hesitation.

“My queen.”

Your brain screeched to a halt.

He laughed at your stunned expression.

“What? Ya expected me to make ya my lil’ minion? No, no, Honey, somebody with yer power, and the sheer gall to stare into my face while arguin’ with me, has already earned my respect. Yeah, you’ll have to turn into a demon, but you’ll be immortal, n’ you can visit yer friends n’ family as long as you like, if you’re powerful as me. Which, you will be.” He threw in his own bait, trying to lure you in.

Understandably, you were stunned. You just summoned a devil. Who wanted you to rule hell with him. And to become an immortal mistress of the night who can help rule over the undead while living forever with him in his realm.

It was tempting, yes, but you were not one who really chased power. You told him, and his eyebrows furrowed, as if thinking further ways to lure you in, and to be honest? You found that you didn’t mind being swayed by a literal handsome devil.

“Well, think about it this way, Princess, I don’t know you well, but you live in a run-down hut, the peasants fear you to the point of possible violence, and you’ve turned your attention to demon summoning. We’re both desperate for somethin’.” He looked at you thoughtfully, tail swishing as you processed it. Hell.

“What about my familiar?” You were caving in, and his gazing expression broke out into a victorious grin as his eyes slide to your rabbit.

“Sure, the lil thing can come, too. Familiars exist in hell, too, but not the cute lil’ rabbit ones. Might be a nice change to have one. Wipe away the salt, n’ we can get started.” He acted as if he had already won, and to be honest, he did.

It was too good of an opportunity to really pass up, and you didn’t really have anybody, and good decisions in your tired state were lacking. You wiped away the salt, and he sighed with relief as he stepped out.

“Man, that tiny circle was exhaustin’ to be in. Now, let’s take you home.” He tucked a fray hair behind your ear. Smiling a devil’s smile, he held you against him, and you tried to keep your cheeks from flushing as he began a mantra of a spell in his native tongue, leaving you awed that it wasn’t the usual Latin. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as a wave of exhaustion and tiredness wafted over you, and your eyes slid shut, darkness over-taking you, but not before hearing a dark chuckle.

…………..

Warm. You were so warm. You opened your eyes, only to be greeted by a bare chest. Your eyes widened as now you were fully conscious, furiously wondering on what the hell was going on.

“So, yer finally awake.” He hummed, and you jolted slightly, looking up at his face with pure surprise, he smiled at you as he held you close to his chest. It didn’t take you long to realize that this was his bedroom, and your mind whirled, vaguely remembering prior events. Sitting up, he whined at the loss of contact, but you paid no mind.

The room was lit up by the flickering familiar orange flames emitting from the white candles slowly melting on top of his dresser, creating a safe, sleepy, and an almost romantic atmosphere. The bed was huge, and took up a good portion of his room, but there was still enough space for some furniture such as the dresser, and a large cage. You sighed with relief, seeing the familiarity of Charlotte within, the little rabbit’s eyes now glowed with luminescence, as if she were something else. It would make sense, your familiar was no longer a normal familiar, since she was in hell, with you.

You looked down, feeling warmed metal against your skin, and that’s when you’ve noticed your new attire. It was a chiton, like his, although a little looser, and you wore the same amount of matching golden jewelry. Your ears stung a little at the newer piercings, but you didn’t pay that much mind as you couldn’t help but think that he went out of his way to undress you and doll you up to match him. You gave him a dirty look, and he grinned in retaliation, enjoying the flushed and guffawed expression that marred your face.

“If ya’re gonna be the part, might as well look like it. I didn’t undress you fully or touch you too inappropriately, if that makes ya feel better.” He shrugged. Although you admit that he sort of have a point, still!

“What happened to me?” You opted to say instead, and he sat up along with you, you jumping slightly as his tail curled around your waist, acting as a small comfort.

“You’re a demon. I took yer soul, and bound it to me. Wish ya could’ve seen it, ‘s so pretty an’ pure, an’ it fizzled nicely within me. Was the only way for ya to come down here, sorry.” He hummed, rubbing his cheek against yours in seemingly affection, eyes glittering as he let you process the words and his bizarre behavior.

Demon. Were you dead? You had no heartbeat, did you? You let your hand rest against your pulse point, surprised by the soft fluttering. You looked at him with question.

“Demon, not fully dead, but not fully alive, either, an’ yeah, you’ll look forever like a human, since ya weren’t born like us. I took yer soul, and gave you one of the multiple that belongs to me. ‘S how we tie our lives together fer eternity, as if exchangin’ rings. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Romantic, isn’t it?”

“I have so many questions.” You murmured, instead. He smiled.

“We have an eternity together, I’ll answer all of ‘em. For now, c’mon. Lemme show ya what yer magic is doing right now at this moment.” He stood up from the bed, offering you his hand, pulling you up to him as you accepted it. He opened the drapes to his balcony’s windowed doors, revealing an ashen gray sunlight that paled in comparison to the candles. Letting you take Charlotte out of her cage, he opened the doors as the two of you stepped outside.

You looked on in awe.

The balcony to your new home, an ashen gray-stoned castle, had a short amount of steps that led into a gigantic garden. You stared in amazement and joy at the flowering plants and trees that grew in your former realm. There were so many plants, you couldn’t name all of them, but you didn’t mind as you looked on in the neatly organized forage of a garden, enjoying the array of greens and different colors of flowering foliage. Your familiar squirmed, wanting to enjoy the plants and be free, and so you let her, knowing that she’ll be smart enough to stay within eyesight.

“Beautiful, ain’t it? It didn’t look like this ‘fore you were here. Sure, some plants such as pomegranates n’ ferns grew, but since it’s such a deadened place, nothin’ really grew. I tried for centuries, n’ no such luck. It’s so beautiful ‘cause of yer magic.” His voice broke out of your thoughts, and you listened carefully as a hint of sorrow passed over his features.

“Pomegranates…?” Your mind raced to the odd familiarity of the setting. Greek clothing, the underworld, and now pomegranates? He leaned down and smirked at you, bringing your hand to his lips.

“Heh, because, ya know…” He grinned, enjoying the way you stared up at him in disbelief.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Can’t say that I don’t have a sense of humor.” He chuckled, and you felt yourself relax, thinking of ways to steer the conversation into another turn.

“You really like this place, don’t you...um?” You wanted to curse yourself. You went through a psychological loop in becoming a queenly wife to a stranger, no less a king of demons, and you didn’t even know his name. How forgetful were you?

Ignoring your inner dread, he grinned as he held your hand within his, rubbing his thumb over your palm.

“Taishiro. Yeah, I rarely visit earth ‘cause all the shit I have to do, n’ so this is my favorite place to relax. Thanks to you, it’s blossoming quite well.” He admitted, pecking your cheek, tail flicking with delight at the prospect of your face pink with the affection. Oh, you were so cute, he crooned.

“What about the dead, Taishiro?” You wondered as you tried out, the foreign language rolling off of your tongue. He looked at you with interest, liking the way his name melded to your own dialect.

“I’ll take ya on a little tour, how about that? Show ya what’s happenin’ and yer new home. N’ later, we can relax in our garden, take a lil’ break to enjoy our Honeymoon.” He purred, and you felt butterflies flutter nicely within your stomach and chest as you nodded.

“Yer familiar can stay outside. It never rains here, an’ she’s not really...alive, anymore. She’ll be fine.” He looked at the little rabbit that was chewing on a blade of grass, absentmindedly paying attention as you agreed, knowing that she’ll be safe.

Without further ado, he took you back inside of the castle, beginning the day.

……...

It was obvious that you were still in shock, and that this wasn’t a dream. He opted to say nothing about your state, as he introduced you to the castle, and the many rooms within. Of course the first thing he had offered to show you, was the dining room, stating that you were probably hungry, and a nice breakfast had been made for you. You blushed furiously, not acquainted with such treatment, and he grinned, pinching your cheek and you huffed at him.

“C’mon, Sweetcheeks, the staff’s all here, n’ they’ve been waitin’ to see what’s been in my bedroom fer about two days.” The sentence had surprised you.

“Two days?” You looked at him owlishly, and he shrugged.

“Turnin’ a human into somethin’ else, takes a toll on the receiver. I’m surprised that it was that short, to be honest.”

You walked along side him as the interior looked unique and odd, nothing of it that you’ve seen before. Colors of orange, gold, and red melded into a comfortable, royal setting as the hallways twisted. Each one sported different types of framed pictures and paintings of animals, spirits, and demons of which were new to your eyes.

Taishiro smiled at your awed and innocent wondering as he began talking, introducing you further into his world, entrancing and entrapping you into the Greek and Japanese themes that he so loved, and you couldn’t help but feel fitted in comfortably within your new home as the two of you continued on-wards towards the dining room, your stomach feeling empty.

You talked along with him, trying to learn and get used to the idea that yes, this was your husband. Your demon husband who was oddly being affectionate with you, despite his earlier, snappish attitude. Although, you were not minding it, preferring the brushing of hands, eyes meeting yours, and little touches, rather than the first thoughts of possibly burning in hell for eternity. He intrigued you, leaving you to wonder on how were you this lucky and yet foolish. All too soon, however, he had guided you into his favorite place that was second to the garden.

The room was beautiful and spacious, with multiple dining ware, vases of freshly cut flowers, and cloths laid neatly upon the long table. The staff were well dressed in their own lesser version of Ionic chitons, small bands of gold littered their collars and wrists, but nothing too extravagant like you and your husband’s. He sat you down, the smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits wafted deliciously to you from the silver plate sitting in front of you. You could feel your mouth all but water as your stomach grumbled with an awakening realization. Taishiro sat next to you, chuckling at your eagerness.

“I know that yer not human, anymore, but we demons can live on an’ indulge on such human foods. Thank our chefs fer goin’ out onto the earthen realm, n’ huntin’ down the stuff.”

“Thank you.” Came out, and who you guessed were the chefs, bowed with gratitude. You tried not to shovel the food greedily into your mouth, paying mind to try to eat with grace. You blanched, feeling a bit of the egg yolk dribble down your chin, and you jumped as Taishiro didn’t miss a beat in taking the opportunity to swipe it from your face with his forefinger, eyeing you with a dark look mixed in with a cocky smirk as he began suckling on said finger, rolling his tongue around it, and pulling it out of his mouth with a wet pop.

You felt as if your face, chest, and ears were burning as he then groaned.

“Delicious.”

You weren’t burning in hell with actual fire, so you guessed he had to come up with other ways, you guessed.

The two of you finished in silence, him grinning with knowing want at your expressions, liking the way how easy and fun it was to just tease you. After saying your formal thanks to the staff, the two of you continued onward.

Most of the rooms, other than the main bedroom, that he had led you, were guest rooms, and the others were sleeping headquarters for the staff and his underling sons. Speaking of which, it did not take you too long to be introduced to them. Cue in bright laughter, oddly mixed in with a rather gloomy aurora caught your attention, and lo and behold, down the hall is where they stood.

“Oooh! Is this her, Tai-chan?!” Noticing your presences, a red-haired young man turned his attention towards you. He nor the other young man were dressed as glamorous as the two of you, but they were unique. The red haired boy, along with the black haired one, both had pointed ears, but that’s where the line was drawn. Red had scaled, burgundy wings, furled neatly behind his back as his reptilian tail wagged slowly, he sported a sharp-toothed grin and radiated sunlight.

The gloomy man had a crystal ball within his clawed hands, cape and hood cloaking his figure as he stared at you.

“Who else would it be?” He muttered slowly, sarcasm lost on the other.

“Eijirou’s the dragon, an’ Tamaki’s the sorcerer. Boys, this is yer Queen.” Taishiro made a short introduction.

“Nice to meet you!” As well as “Hello.” Greeted you, and you mimicked their greetings, surprised by the welcome. You replied your own greetings, feeling a bit nervous.

“Tamaki, would ya show ‘er the souls? I’d like for her to know what’s on the lower layer.”

“Sure.” Without further question, the scryer demon began murmuring his own spell as you stared into the crystal ball, watching with amazement at the sheer focus that was being put into it as it began to reveal answers to your questioning mind.

“See what yer magic’s been doin? Told ya, Nightingale, yer magic’s one of a kind, an’ yer not focusing on it, right now, but see what it’s doin’?” Taishiro gestured towards the mass of ghostly shadows within the ball. They seemed still, as if time had stopped them.

“Rather than deafening screams, wailing, and clattering of chains, we have this. They’re calm, awaiting to be reincarnated. It’s the most quiet that we’ve heard in centuries. None of us has yet the need to intervene and waste our time.” Tamaki opted to explain for you, a small hint of a smile graced his features, while Eijirou smiled warmly.

“It eases their suffering, too! Your magic to them is like a lullaby! You can’t hear it, but others can! It’s why Tai-chan’s been so calm-

“Anyway! Let’s go to the garden, yer not too tired, right? We can continue this later.” Taishiro interrupted swiftly, ruffling each boy’s heads as he gripped your hand rather gently, tugging you along back towards the familiarity of the garden, as you swore you heard two chuckles behind you.

……..

“There is a teeny, tiny detail that I need to explain.” Taishiro dragged you further into the depths of the green foliage, slowly but surely darkening out the sunlight as you couldn’t help but shiver a little due to the anticipation. Where was he leading you? You guessed that he could see in the dark, but you couldn’t, feeling yourself stumble a little.

“Taishiro, I can’t see.” You offered, and you heard a chuckled huff.

“Guess I gotta carry you, hm?” The sentence was your only warning. You let out a shrill yelp, feeling him lift you up with little to no effort into his arms. You liked the way how he gripped you, and seeped into his warmth as he continued walking to who knows where, and oddly enough, you trusted him.

“In order to fully complete the bond,” He startled you, as he finally broke the silence in what had seemed minutes. Setting you down, he snapped his fingers. Orange floating, flickering lights that resembled candles appeared right after, dimly illuminating the area around them. Your eyes adjusted, taking in the scenery that the lights were willing to show. It was a spacious area of smoothed down grass, white lilies and red roses crowned around it, giving it a magical, romantic feeling.

“you need to finally receive part of my power. Sure there’s multiple ways of sharing a mate’s essence, I just thought that this would be more fun.” He gave you a wink, and you felt your heartbeat quicken with a little nervousness. Yet, you found yourself not really surprised. He was your husband, after all. The thoughts of you becoming a demon, him being your mate, and that you ruled souls along with your new family, had been whirling around your head silently. It was only natural to continue, right?

“Only if you take the lead.” You offered, and he smiled, leaning down to finally mesh his lips upon yours in a secured kiss, tail swishing wildly as if joyed. Although a little snappy, he was also sweet and devilish in a teasing, fun way. You guessed that he was probably stressed from working and worrying too hard, thus you didn’t really hold it against him.

“Alright.” He led you to the clearing, laying down as he pulled you down on top, you basically straddling him, heat creeping up to your neck and ears as his clothed hardness poked at your equally clothed entrance. Not bothering to take any clothes off, he rocked his hips, groaning with guttural want as you let out a whimper, feeling the silk cloth of your clothing stimulate your clit as he rutted lazily up against it. His eyes focused up at you as he held your waist tightly, helping you rock your hips in sync with his as his tail rubbed itself against your sensitive, itching to feel you.

“Can ya smell yer own arousal? Mixin’ in nicely with our flowers? Ya can cum anytime ya want too, okay?” He brought you down to kiss your clavicle and neck, your hands gripped his hair as your fingers threaded though the soft tresses and horns, keening as his own teeth latched onto the juncture of your throat as he suckled, minding his bottom tusks as he bit harshly, kissing the bruising skin with tenderness. You choked out a whimper as your hips bucked a little more roughly at his actions, causing him to groan.

You could feel yourself clench with want as his precum and your wetness soaked through your undergarments, creating a slicking friction as the wet squelching noises echo through the dimly lit darkness. You looked down at him through lidded eyes, eyebrows furrowing as you bit your bottom lip, noticing that he mimicked your expression, if it wasn’t for the gritting teeth, You liked this side of him, too, you thought through your itching need to cum.

He could tell that you were getting desperate, hell, he was, too. Yet, he wanted you to come before he did. Taking both hands away from your waist, he placed one underneath your ridden up clothing, and another cupped one of your bouncing breasts, thumb rubbing roughly over a nipple. Taking pleasure in the way that you were staring down at him, swallowing thickly, he let his hand slip into your soiled undergarments, making sure that every time your hips bucked forwards, you could feel his fingers brush against your clit.

“T-Taishiro~!” You gasped, and he moaned, slipping two fingers in as he continued bucking, envying the digits as they stretched your tight and wet heat. Your juices were now dribbling down, creating more of a mess as his now four fingers pumped in and out of you, crooking them and stretching your walls with a gentle fervor as his dick slid between the folds of your labia, continuing to rub against your clothed clit. He ate up your desperate expression, knowing that he was no better as the both of you were about to cum. He picked up his pace as your face was buried in his shoulder, panting loudly and letting out breaths of need.

“Y-ya know, I haven’t done this in centuries. ‘M gunna fuck you so good. Would ya like that?” He nipped at your ear, and you whined wantonly as you felt yourself tighten around his fingers, gripping them like a lifeline and he hissed as you came, cum soaking and dripping everywhere as you stilled, fingers grasped in his hair tightly, and damn if he loved that feeling. He stilled, awaiting for you to recover as you panted, lying against his chest as tears and a little bit of drool temporarily stained your flushed face. He kissed you softly, removing his soaked fingers from your fluttering heat, lust boiling within him as he imagined his cock in there.

“How do ya want this? Missionary and doggy are pretty good positions for first timers, either way, I’m going to claim you, Sweetheart.”

You looked at him through your wet lashes, as if contemplating on what you want.

“What do you want?” You asked instead, and the question caught him off guard, but he grinned.

“You.” He didn’t hesitate.

“Then have me.” You felt a blush at your own statement, but you really wanted to continue.

“Ya sure?”

“Anyway you can, Taishiro. I trust you, you’re not going to hurt me.” At this, his expression softened as he then kissed you with such a tenderness.

“I won’t, but my instincts are screamin’ at me to take ya right here on the ground.”

“Then do so. We have an eternity together, right?” You pondered, and he frowned a little.

“For your-

“I trust you.” You interrupted, looking at him dead in the eyes, as if challenging him. He couldn’t help but smile at your spitfire attitude.

“As my Queen commands.” He kissed your cheek.

It was the only warning you really had, but your blood was on fire with heat and want, and truthfully, if he wanted to hurt you, he had every opportunity to after you wiped away the salt from the pentagram.

Shedding off the both your clothing, the both of you stared unabashed at each other, a red flush tinted his face, and you were blushing furiously. You weren’t really acquainted with seeing an angry-looking cock, veins visible as a drool of precum leaked onto the ground, but here it was, twitching slightly at your intense gaze. The golden glints caught your eye, and your eyes widened with surprise.

“Y-you have piercings-!” You guffawed as he laughed.

“Oh! You’re so cute! Easy to reach’n stimulate, Babe.” He winked and you swallowed thickly as he then decided that enough time was spent staring, and now he wanted to touch you, more.

He placed both garbs neatly on the ground as he gently maneuvered you onto them, your stomach and breasts were cushioned as you gripped the clothing, knees on the cool grass as you basically laid out bare for him.

You jolted as you felt his hot, fat tongue lick a long stripe along your leaking sex and clit, his hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them gently as he decided to make a meal out of you, first. You could only lay there, whining and panting, trying to move your hips in his tight grasp as he licked you with fervor, taking extra time to suckle at your clit, chuckling as he also sopped up the extra slick running down your thighs, kissing them gently and you moaned.

“Taishiro!” You whined at him, silently pleading for him to get to the main event.

“Oh? Ya wanna be fully tainted by the devil?” He purred, and you nodded. You knew that he had to take care of his need, too, and he didn’t admit it, but he was getting a little impatient.

“Easy there, Hon. If anythin’ bothers you, say somethin’, and we’ll stop, m’kay?” He finished, getting an affirmative from you, as he then grabbed his dick, leading it to your sopping entrance, and pushing a little bit in. He was amazed on how the muscles to your opening were loose, letting the head of his dick catch the rim, slipping a little inside.

He froze when you froze at the sudden prodding, opting instead to move his hips rather gently, not going further as you got use to the feeling of what’s already inside you. He decided that rubbing your clit was a good idea, and was rewarded as he felt you loosen up a bit, knees spreading out further as you bit your lip, feeling the gentle rubbing of calloused fingers.

“C-continue.” You murmured, feeling the other piercings now slide past the muscle. It was a delicious feeling of being stretched and stimulated, feeling yourself loosen as you took more of him in.

“Almost in, Sweetheart.” He murmured gently, his other hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. Finally, he moved the last couple of inches inside of your burning heat as he refused to move, letting the both of you take in the feeling of being joined together.

“Ya alright?” He grunted, silently pleading for you to give your affirmative for him to move. He was relieved when you nodded, amazed at himself for gently rocking his hips as you were basically sucking him in. You were in a daze, feeling every inch, vein, and piercing churn your inside walls as your breasts rubbed against the silken clothing, clit still being stimulated as he took care of you.

“Y-you can mo-ve fa-faster, T-Taishiro.” It sounded more needy than you liked to admit, but he didn’t seem to mind. He leaned down, resting his chin against your shoulder as he basically enveloped you from above, one hand rubbing your clit, and the other holding himself from fully crushing you as he let his hips buck with more fervor, both of you seeing each other’s needy expressions.

“Takin’ me in-oh! So well, Darlin’. Ya’re s-suckin’ me in so-damn! Nicely. Don’t know ya that well, but ‘m so fond an’ proud of ya.” He kissed your cheek tenderly, contrast to his hips positioning themselves in a new angle in a snapping motion. Your head spun with stars as you felt the piercing on his tip, hit something inside you, letting out a “do that again!”. He would chuckle, if that statement didn’t turn him on so much.

“Y-you’re doing such a g-good job, too! Ah! Like y-you a lo-ot!” You admitted, trying your best to return such actions of affections. He rested his cheek against your cheek, taking his free hand to interlace his fingers with yours as he felt you tighten when he rolled his hips, aiming for the spot that kept making you clench.

“’C’mon, cum fer me, Baby. Lemme feel ya milk a century’s worth dry.” He growled into your ear, eager at the prospect as much as you were as you suddenly stiffened, your walls tightening around him desperately as you let out a whine, chasing the fleeting feeling as you reached down and gripped his fingers onto your clit.

“T-Taishiro! O-overstim-ula-t-ed!” You cried out, tears pooling around your eyes in frustration as your body kept clenching around him and the electricity of your high was going haywire, consuming you into a mess.

“J-just a lil! More!” He tore his hand away, sitting up as he gripped one hand on your waist tightly, and the other pressed down on your back, snapping his hips, churning your sensitive walls with an animalisitc frenzy. You could only whine, laying there and taking it as your mind was in a blank state as you felt him get bigger, suddenly. To your relief, he gave one final thrust.

A hot warmth coated your raw insides, mixing in with your own cum as you felt him still. You whined softly as you felt full. Moments passed as the two of you huffed and panted, letting the cool air chill the two of your sweaty bodies down. He pulled out of you gingerly, you whimpered at the loss as you felt cum and slick leak out. He paid no mind, plopping down to the side of you, and pulling you back onto his stomach as the two of you took each other in, cooling down from intense highs.

He cupped your face, and began trailing soft kisses wherever he could reach, and you couldn’t help but rasp out giggles, the fog clearing from your head as you descended back towards your normal mental state of closure.

“Beautiful. Mmm, ya took me so well, an’ ya looked so pretty n’ debauched. Don’t care, I’m gunna say it, Princess. I love ya.” He admitted so softly, hands smoothing down your back as you felt your heart softened as you gazed down at him.

“I love you, too. I know for sure that I will love you more when time passes.” You kissed him tenderly, letting your own growing affections seep into the kiss, and he let out an odd guttural of purring, enjoying the fulfilling feeling of a partner doting on him. The lights flickered, as if trying to lull you to sleep, but you weren’t sleepy, yet.

“I want to talk. What’s your favorite color? Why do you purr? How did you meet your sons? I want to know every bit about you.” You murmured into his chest, peeking at him through lashes, enjoying the surprised and pleased look that you were receiving. You didn’t care about the time, letting him ramble at each question you had, enjoying the way his heartbeat quickened as his breathing chest fell up and down, him talking excitedly as he threw in his own questions, pleased to know about you, more.

“Ah~! I don’t think ya can’t get any cuter~.” He rubbed his nose against yours in affection, and you were surprised to hear the familiar purr echo through his chest.

“What about your purring?”

“Yeah, happens now an’ then when I’m truly happy.”

“That’s wholesome and cute.” You admitted truthfully, liking the way his eyes danced with light at your confession.

“I wanna go again.” He said suddenly, and you flushed, realizing that he was stirring to life, again. You didn’t mind. You told him, and he smiled, kissing you.

“We’ll take it a lil’ more slow, this time. Face to face. Preferably ya kissin’ me, more.” He smiled, pinching your cheek playfully. You kissed him in false retaliation.

“Yer still a lil’ wet, so ya wouldn’t mind if I just-?” He asked, and you nodded, feeling his member catch onto the rim of your used entrance, the both of you moaning as he slid in easier, this time. You were wet and loosened, and instead of focusing on chasing your highs, the two of you paid attention to each other.

Not many words were said as you did what you pleased, kissing, touching, and enjoying his softened expression at your inquisitive hands as he held onto you, returning your affectionate gestures as the atmosphere resonated with the flickering candles: soft and romantic as the two of your hips met in a slow, sensual pace, not racing against time as you felt him continue to purr, much to your satisfaction.

You were still satisfied from earlier, but he still managed to make you cum again, this time it wasn’t as intense, but it didn’t matter, for your head cleared a little more quicker, getting to enjoy his desperate look as he quickened his pace. He looked debauched and desperate, eyebrows furrowed downward, pools of wetness gathering at his eyes as he bit his lip, only to open his mouth and call out your name as once again, he came inside of you.

“Damn, I think that I can forever make love to ya.” He panted out, sweaty chest rising and falling as one of your hands soothed circles around his waist, the other bringing his own to your lips as you kissed the back tenderly.

“I feel the same.” You admitted truthfully, and he let out another set of purrs.

……….

“Oh my goooooood! Oh my god! Sister! Where have you beeeeeen?! It’s been like, a year since we’ve last seen you!” Your friend hugged you tightly, relieved tears threatened to spill. Taishiro and you had decided to take a visit on the earthen realm to collect the rest of your things, if the villagers hadn’t destroyed your hut, that is. Luckily, your place was left untouched, and you came across the wondering group of girls, fretting over you, your state of dress, and looking at Taishiro with concern.

“Sis, did you finally summon a hireling? He doesn’t look like a gremlin?” One asked. You had to keep in your laughter as your husband’s eye twitched with annoyance.

“Um, I used a different method on the summoning spell. This is my husband, Taishiro.”

“Whaaaaa-?”

“King of hell, keeper of souls, blah blah. Look, me an’ my Queen are going to go, now. Yer all annoyin’.” He griped, snapping his fingers as the portal to your home had opened, not giving your friends time to wave their goodbyes as he dragged you home, and oddly enough, you didn’t mind.

……..

Your eyes glinted in the moonlight as the juice from the pomegranate seeds stained your lips red as you eyed the stunned man. Centuries had passed, and you and your husband had lost track of time, not aging as your magic grew in power, melding perfectly with his. Your adopted sons had moved on, finding their own mates, bringing them to your realm to visit regularly, and your love for Taishiro grew immeasurably.

Unfortunately, since he was an ancient demon, he had to reincarnate once every one thousand years, letting his soul reset into a body although resembled his own, his memories were long gone, leading you onto a twenty-nine year old man-hunt for your reincarnated lover.

“I may have a use for you, yet.” You let the words soothe over the young magic user, his eyes widened in something akin to recognition, although confused.

“Alright, Dumplin, What’dya need?” His accent was the same, except it belonged to a young man, this time, and not a demon.

“I’m Queen of hell, lady of the lost souls, and I’m in need of a king.”

“So familiar…” He gripped his head, eyeing you with confusion, yet there was a hint of your husband’s glint within those eyes.

“It’s because you know me. Very well.” You hummed at his confused expression.

“Alright, I’m curious. Lead me.” He gave in.

You smiled. It wouldn’t take long for the two of you to be reunited, after all.

………..

End! Give Thanks and Credit to Rita, or youtubequeens on tumblr for the idea and us brainstorming! I tried to fix any plot holes, I fell in love with the setting and mythology and other things, so I’m pretty proud of this fic :3

#Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum #fatgum x reader #mythology #demons #witchcraft #A lot of things really #I don't know why I added the familiar #I just like bunnies #Hades and Persephone vibes #This is for you Rita #I hope you like it #I tried #Plotholes but imagination #Ig #Sorry #Will I stop being a simp?#No

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Day 3: "Well I wasn't going to do that."

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Manon wakes up to darkness. She can feel a soft body, breathing gently, at her back and the itchy scrape of grass on her legs. They must have fallen asleep after their midday meal. Rubbing the late afternoon grogginess out of her eyes, she attempts to wake her beast up by gently stroking his belly. Abraxos purrs, snuggling deeper into himself and wrapping the protective wing around her tighter.

"Oh you big baby," She grumbles, and then pokes him in the side with a sharp iron nail. It's not enough to hurt, just to startle.

He wakes up with a yelp, growling at her. His own claws pierce the ground, as if to say 'I've also got some and I'm not afraid to use it'.

"I did try to wake you up gently," She raises a brow, "Don't look at me all betrayed."

He responds by huffing and unfurling his wing.

The world is bright, brighter than she would have expected at this time. The realization that summer is fast approaching the continent is not a welcome one. She prefers the cool nights and snowed terrain. But nonetheless the setting sun is beautiful, a tapestry of gold and red and purple. Her heart clenches ever so slightly at the thought that Asterin would have loved it, would have probably made them stop training or whatever they were doing and appreciate the glowing world.

She doesn't have time to think on it any further because Abraxos let's out a low growl, one she can feel through the ground. He's on guard. Someone's here.

Immediately her iron nails flick out, her teeth slicing at her gums as they protrude. Her wyvern bristles his wings, spikes catching broken shards of light, and stares unmoving at the cluster of trees before them.

She slips into a predators state, as lethal and terrifying as the beast beside her.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are?" Her voice is all witch, all killer.

There's a rustling, she takes a step closer. A branch cracks, Abraxos snarls. A string of curse words bounce around the forest, she frowns. And then a girl, as small as Elide, stumbles out, hopping on one foot, her bow tucked over her shoulder haphazardly.

There is a strange smell coming from her, like human... mostly. But under it, power. So much power. And it is ever changing. Like a river’s course. Abraxos smells it too because he sniffs curiously and starts padding towards the stranger.

They don't notice, too busy attending to their injured foot, which seems to be bleeding if the gods-awful stench of exposed blood is anything to go by.

The wyvern is right by their head, and he takes a long sniff, as if burying his nose in his precious flowers.

The girl screeches, falling onto the ground with a painful thud. The beast takes the chance to pounce, shoving his admittedly large, obviously lethal maw toward her much smaller, much softer body.

Manon can see the fear in her eyes.

"Can you call your monster off?" They stammer.

Abraxos takes the opportunity to open his mouth, as if to eat her whole. She watches the theatrics in amusement.

The girl, braver now, attempts to wriggle her way out, already reaching for her bow, which had been flung to the side when she fell.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Manon attempts to hide the feral grin threatening her lips.

"Then what exactly do you suggest I do?" The girl snaps.

She shrugs, as if she couldn't care less what the outcome of this little kerfuffle is, "Either your worst or your best."

The girl opens her mouth, blue eyes flaring with anger.

Manon releases her smile, "Although I suggest not doing your worst. He has very sharp teeth."

"Well I wasn't going to do that." She growls, "But thanks for the advice." She starts wiggling again, trying and failing, to remove herself from under a wyvern the size of a small village.

Abraxos pays no mind as he continues to explore this strange new person and their even stranger scent.

"What are you?"

"Excuse me?" The disbelief in their voice makes Manon laugh— an unusual rusty sound, but welcome all the same.

"You do not smell fully human," She frowns, moving slightly closer, "That is why he is sniffing you."

"I was born human but got turned fae when I died." She says it as if it's a question she's answered a million times. "Will you tell him to get off!" There is no patience in her expression. "My leg hurts and I need to make sure I'm not going to bleed out."

The witch makes a show of surveying her. "You're not."

And just when the girl looks like she's about to explode, eyes blazing, cheeks red as blood rubies, Manon strokes a hand down Abraxos' wing and mutters a command in his ear.

With a final whiff he shakes out his body and takes off to the skies.

"If it was that easy why didn't you do it in the first place?" She sits up, huffing.

"Since I no longer kill men for entertainment I've needed to find it elsewhere."

The glare she is given is enough to melt the Terassen snow. But a wince follows the heated expression and it tugs at something in Manon she hasn't felt in decades.

Crouching down she takes the girls leg in her arms and surveys the damage.

"What do you think you're doing?" She attempts to pull it back but the witch looks up, gold eyes narrowing.

Manon knows she didn't bring any supplies, this intending to be an afternoon trip only, so she resigns to tearing off strips of her undergarments hidden under her riding leathers to keep out the stubborn cold.

"What is your name?"

The girl is quiet for a beat, and Manon thinks she'd going to be stubborn about this too. But then she looks up and there's a curious look in those blue eyes.

"Feyre."

"Manon." She rips the linen. "Do you have water? Or better yet ale?"

The frown is back, and it is effort to stifle her laugh. "I was out hunting, I don't drink." She dumps some water over her leg, watching rivulets of blood flow down the skin and onto the ground.

"What were you hunting for?"

"Information."

Manon hums, tying the cloth around the cut. "Did you find it?"

The girl's— Feyre's skin is smooth, and cold to the touch.

"I found you," She says it as if she hasn't quite decided if that's worth something or not, "And your beast." She shudders.

"He is a wyvern."

"He is nosy."

The witch laughs at that, and it surprises her enough that she laughs harder. And when she looks to Feyre, expecting to see a scowl, she is pleasantly surprised with a soft, half smile. It makes her look so completely different. It makes her look beautiful.

A screech from above ricochets them back to reality, and they are stumbling to their feet, awkwardness and curiosity and embarrassment already pulling them to opposite sides of the clearing.

Abraxos lands with a soft thud, and proceeds to hunch down, as if waiting for Manon to get on.

"My stead demands we're off." She rolls her eyes.

"Thank you," Feyre gestures to her leg.

"I hope you find what you're looking for." She climbs on the wyvern.

Those blue eyes chase something untamable, as she picks up her bow and stares directly at her. "I think I already have."

Feyre disappears into the forest. And all Manon can think is maybe she’s found what she was looking for too.

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