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magicalink · 2 years

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NSFW Dream: First time with Scaramouche on his desk in a cyberpunk AU!

So today was finally saturday and I took the chance to take a nap after lunch and was blessed with another NSFW Genshin dream!

This one was a little longer so instead of just writing a summary I'll try to write it down as a fic in second person so that you can enjoy it too!💜

Warning! Smut under cut!

cw: scara x f!reader smut, stepcest, Yae is your mom and is married to Ei, you all live in the same house in a cyberpunk city called Neo TokyoYork 3, sorry but I swear I even remember the name and yes it was this cringy ,you both are 18 and in the last year of hs, not proof read, first drabble, not much sense of plot bc it was a dream, sex on desk, sex in shower, unprotected sex, risk of pregnancy, breeding kink, Scara is referred as Kunikuzushi, Kuni is a turbo virgin discord mod not even his mom loves and has been horny for his stepsister since the beginning and just wants to fuck her already so he takes the first chance he has.

He was tired.

It was another gloomy afternoon in the busy Neo TokyoYork 3, the sky so polluted that the sun couldn't illuminate enough, so the streetlights were already on. Houses were rare in this huge metropoli filled with ridiculously tall buildings, but his mother was one of the richest bussinesswomen in the country, so they could afford the enormous mansion in which they lived.

He used to have a peaceful existence, until his mother decided to marry yours. Since you and her came to live in his house, his patience was starting to wear down. He was a nitpick and a misanthrope, but he didn't really have anything in particular against your mom. The problem, were you.

You were fucking unstandable. A little ray of sunshine, totally opposite from him. And so fucking compliant, always doing chores no one ever asked you for, making dinner and cleaning the whole house up and down. Fluttering all around the house with your fucking short-ass skirts, as if trying to provoke him. Yeah he was convinced you were fucking trying to tease him. To see how much more he could stand.

He was already going crazy. He found you hot since his mom introduced you to him. Now, having you living in his house, sleeping every night in a short and thinn nighdress just a thin wall away from him was driving him insane. He was breathing steam. He wanted to fuck your brains out.

And today you simply went too far.

Sweeping the floor of the livingroom while he was watching tv in the sofa was one thing. Clearing the table while he was finishing eating, leaning with your boobs near his face was another. He could even stand you crossing the corridor from the bathroom to your room with jusr a thin towel wrapped around your dripping body, coincidentally in the exact same moment he was getting out of his room.

But taking the chance of both your mothers being out to invade his room with the excuse of helping him cleaning it was crossing the fucking line. This was his territory. His virgin ratcave. Not even his fearsome mother could force him to clean his disaster. It was his to reign upon!

But here you were. You had pushed your way through his door despite all of his complaints and whines against it. Now you were inside with your annoying shining smile, feigning innocence as always, picking up clothes from the floor because it was so full of them you couldn't even sweep it.

You were touching all over his stuff, moving his precious things out of their places, dusting the shelves while your mini skirt swayed at the rythm of your arm.

"Y/N get the fuck out" he said with a rather calm voice, contrasting with his bitchy screams from earlier. He was breathing steam at this point, his full body sweating not only from the anger but also from the months worth of repressed lust he was holding back.

"Oh, come on Kuni, don't get mad, I'm just giving you a little hand. I'm just tidying up a bit" you chimed in a high pitched voice "You'll see that with a little bit of effort we can make this place look much better!"

Now you were messing with his desk. You pushed the screen and keyboard of his pc to the side, making his blood boil.

"Y/N I'm warning you" he panted, a big frown on his face, his eyes glued to your butt which was swinging in front of his face as you cleaned the desk, barely covered by your short skirt, hypnotizing him.

"Don't be a meanie" you said "You are always locked in this gloomy hole of yours. You don't even open the window!" You added, grabbing the curtain that was behind the desk.

"There's no point in opening the fucking window" he grunted between gritted teeth, getting angrier by the second "The sun is down already. And you can't even see it in this fucking disgusting city!"

"Poor Kuni, always pent up in this dark place, alone. Don't you get lonely in here, Kuni?" You asked him, still pawing over his belongings. You wished his answer was a yes. You wished that he asked you to stay there to keep him company.

"Y/N get out of my room" but that was his somber answer. He reached the door with his hand. But instead of opening it to push you back out through it, he closed it behind the two of you.

"You're so anti-social, Kuni..." you kept nagging him, still giving him your back, dusting his piles of videogame boxes, pretty aware of the sound of the door signaling that you were alone in that room. In the entire house.

"Y/N this is your last chance, get the fuck out" he sentenced. A naughty smile formed on your lips.

You knocked a metal pencil holder with your duster. It fell to the floor to the other side of the table, making a strident noise that made him rug his noise and a mess of school supplies all over the floor.

"Oops!" You said, leaving the duster aside "I'm sorry, I'll pick everything up" you giggled, and procceeded to bend over the desk, rising your butt high in front of him, to reach for the things that were on the ground.

Kuni's eye twitched. That was his last drop of patience. There was simply no way you weren't provoking him. You were simply begging for it.

So you were getting it.

But you didn't expect his virgin ass to be as straightforward as he was. He was always repressing it, but now he exploded and was willing to let everything out. You deserved it.

He strided with heavy feet in your direction and towered over you, who were resting with your stomach on the desk. Then, without any more warnings–he considered he had given you enough already–he simply lifted up your skirt with one merciless hand and yanked your pretty white panties down with the other.

"Kuni!" You exclaimed when you felt the cold air on your folds, completely surprised by such a display of boldness. You clearly had underestimated him.

A wide smile crept to his lips upon seeing your bare butt served to him like that. It was even prettier than he had imagined. He panted in anticipation and without wasting another second he pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. It was hard as a rock and throbbing in desperation. He had been waiting for this moment for months and he wasn't waiting another second more, so he placed a hand on each of your buttcheeks and let out a chuckle. The desk had the perfect height.

Without a second thought, he spanked his dick all over your ass.

"Y/N stop acting this slutty already" he scolded, finally pushing inside of you with all the strength his thirsty body had "You already made me angry"

You gripped the other edge of the desk with both hands to be able to resist his thrusts without falling. Damn! You were expecting a reaction but definitely not this! You thought you had him in the palm of your hand and he took you completely by surprise! Maybe you had teased him too much? You never thought he could be this bold! It was better than expected, he made you so, so wet...

"Ah...!" A needy moan escaped your lips, and he chuckled again.

"Knew you were waiting for it" he said upon feeling how ready and dripping you were.

"You're so daring Kunii!" You even had the nerve of scolding him, while pushing yourself against his hips to be as stuck to him as possible, as if having him plunging through your guts wasn't enough proximity for you.

"You really have no shame, Y/N" he said, his hands kneading all over your butt, feasting on your beautiful body that he had been fantasizing with since the day he met you "I'm gonna fuck you until this disrespectful tendencies of yours get fixed"

The sound that emerged from your throat was more similar to a purr than to a moan, a high trill of bliss that meant that you were willing to do anything for him as long as he kept fucking you.

You didn't know if he was able to understand such an animal display. You only knew that he was finally fucking you after you had waited for what felt like an eternity for you, and you were savouring and enjoying every second of it. Every push, every thrust, every centimeter in and out.

The sound of skin slapping skin flooded the room, he was rutting inside of you with such passion that the desk was being shaken back and forth. It was like a dream come true. For the two of you.

You were moaning like a hentai protagonist just to show him just how happy you were of having him inside of you. To stimulate him even further. To let him know that you wanted more and more.

He had his bangs stuck to his face due to the sweat that was dripping down his forehead as he kept slamming inside of you.

It was even better than he expected. Than he dreamed you to be. Than he imagined while fucking his fist, locked up inside his lonely, gloomy room that you had lit with your lewd presence.

Having touched up all over your ass already, he started moving his hands up your body. Willing to give him anything he wanted, you quickly threw you shirt over your head so that he could explore every inch of your body he desired.

His hands traveled from your waist up to your back until cupping your breasts. Of course his virgin ass was unable to unclasp your bra. You panted. Yeah, that was the pathetic Kuni you were crazy for! You wanted more of him, so you lifted the bra over your head too, giving him free way to grope your boobs as much as he wanted.

He too started to pant over your back, your willingness making him crazy. He knew you were teasing him, but he never expected you to be as desperate for him as he was for you. He wasn't gonna waste a second of it.

"You were always provoking me from the beginning, weren't you?" He smiled, pawing your boobs with both hands, exploring them, getting to know them, completely sure that this was the beginning of a long relationship with them, discovering the nipples with the pads of his fingers. You moaned in response, eliciting another chuckle from his throat "You damn naughty girl...Gonna give you a first time you can't forget!" He groaned, already hanging from the edge.

"F-first time?" You asked in between thrusts, this time your innocence being real. Then you covered your mouth with your hand, realizing what he had thought. Yoy wished you didn't say anything, you had ruined his dream. You felt bad.

He grunted again.

"Should have known it wasn't your first time" he said with a forced smile.

"Kuni! I'm 18!" You protested.

"Who knows how many dozens of idiots you have seduced with these dirty tricks of yours already!" He said, thrusting even harder "You need someone to put you in place!"

"Kuni!!" You chanted the pet name he had forbid you to call him and now he loved to hear from your lips like a mantra "You are so dramatic! I've only been with two people before you!"

"I don't remember asking...you" he said with difficulty. You felt his breath hitch and his dick pulsate a few times inside of you. Then a wave of warm liquid and the length turning soft, dissapearing along with the blissful sensation.

You heard the lewd sound he made when pulling out from your pussy, which was now a mess of slick and cum, and then the one of the waistband of his pants when he put his cock back in.

"Kuni..." you let out a whine. You felt his hot seed drip down your thighs, which you pressed together, desperate for friction.

I mean, you were happy of having his cum in and over you, but it hadn't been enough. You wanted more.

A few moments of deafening silence passed, they were unbearable for you. So you decided to turn in his direction to look at him.

"Kuni! Was this your first time??" You asked, your heart beating hard, feeling tight in your chest.

He snorted a loud laugh.

"Of course not!" He exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips, feeling insulted.

Of course it was! It was written all over his face. You smiled from ear to ear, filled with happiness. You had been his first time! You wanted to squeal. But you didn't want him to get defensive and make a scene, you wanted to fuck him again, so you pretended to believe him.

It had been really short, honestly. He didn't last much. But it was his first time and he had been horny and pent up for months, so you thought it was normal. And you had enjoyed every second of it like pure gold. It made your whole body burn and your heart was set on fire. You had always been horny for him but now you were at a whole nother level. You were crazy for him and willing to do anything to get him.

"Did you like it?" You said, giving him the puppy eyes.

He exhaled another laugh, looking at you with squinted eyes.

"You really are out of control..." he murmured, tracing a finger all over your butt, making you desire him even more.

You shook your ass from one side to another, hoping to tempt him.

"Again? Please? Again?" You begged, rising your butt high.

He took a good look at your pussy to save it in his long term memory. He never thought he would he able to see it, much less having turned it into such a masterpiece. Your inner lips were reddened by so much blood being cencentrated there due to your arousal. Same with your clit. And it was dripping with his thick, white cum.

"Again? Already?" He tried to make fun of you, hiding the fact that he was terrorised of not being able to get hard again "Look at you, now you are making a bigger mess of my room" he said, pointing down at how your leaking pussy was dripping drops of cum, dirtying the floor. Your panties, hanging fron your ankles, were a drenched mess too.

"You need someone to correct you" he laughed

At first you were sad and alarmed because you thought he was going to abandoned you, but your worried were quickly dispersed when he put his hands under your stomach to pick you up and lift you in the air.

"Where are we going?" You asked, filled with excitement as he carried you towards the door.

"To get you clean" he said, heading to the bathroom "You are a disgusting mess" he added. The truth was that he loved to see you like that, but he wanted no mess to hide for when your mothers got back home.

You let out cute whines as he carried you inside the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You felt cold when his arms abandoned you to go and open the water tap of the shower.

"Kuni!" You squeaked, extending your hands towards him. You wanted nothing but to be sticked to him.

"Stop whining" he smirked in your direction, undressing in front of you. You observed him, amazed by the look in front of your eyes. Finally! Naked Kuni all yours yo devour! "Get in already" he ordered.

You nodded and procceded to toss the few pieces of clothing you still had on before jumping into the shower with him.

"Ahh" you sighed in pleasure. The water was just warm enough, and being by his side made your heart shake with happiness.

"If wonder if there's a way to get such a dirty girl clean" he made fun of you while hugging you from behind. His hands quickly ran down your body, helping you clean your pussy.

"You are a meanie" you huffed while resting your back on his stomach "I already told you I've only been with two guys and..."

"Yeah, yeah, it's impossible to forget such idiots" he hissed, now moving up to play with your boobs, pretending to wash them.

He hated your ex boyfriends with his guts. Honestly he hadn't met Guy, the first one, because you had broken up with him upon transferring to his school, but he hated him nonetheless.

The other one was Huffman, the shredded, idiotic quarterback of the football team all the girls were crazy about. He hated him blind. He had hated him for being popular since middle school, but he started truly despising him when he started going out with you. His step sister. The girl he was most deperate to bang and the one who was strictly forbidden.

He had to bite his tongue off and refrain himself fron jumping down at his throat everytime he came home to pick you up. He only wanted to snitch you from his arms and fuck you in front of him and have you all for himself. But he only could lock himself up in his room and discharge his rage on poor radoms in online games, desperarely trying to forget about you, avoiding the thoughts of Huffman kissing you and touching you on your date that were torturing him. He never had thought for a single second that all those months you were wishing he did it. That you would have preferred to have him asking you to keep him company in his gloomy room, to sit on his lap while he was playing videogames than to go out with Huffman to boring games and parties.

Those had been difficult months for the two of you. You had been unable to forget about him with Huffman. Your teasings to Kuni had been scaling, getting more and more desperate until exploding like this. Finally, you had him. Kuni had no idea why you would change the celebrity, ripped quarterback for a cave rat like him, but you had yanked the tag of incel from his forehead along with his virginity from his dick and that had boosted his ego over cloud nine.

He was confident now. Maybe he hadn't been your first time, but he was determined to make you all his. He was kind of dumb and still didn't quite grasp just how crazy for him you were.

You turned around in his arms and hugged him, taking him by surprise.

"Kuni..." you moaned his name, making his heart jump. Your lips landed on the crook of his neck. He clumsily put his hands around your waist, pretending to be calm and in control.

You kept hugging him and kissing him, making him pant.

"What's up with you, Y/N?" He said with a half smirk "You want me to go easy on you?"

"I want you" you sighed, lifting your hand to caress the back of his head. A loving smile formed on your lips upon lookinh at him in the eyes while running your fingers through his silky black hair.

His lips trembled. Damn you made it so hard for him to be calm and in control. You made his heart throb way too hard. No one had ever wanted him before. And now having the person he most wanted wanting him too was so much to handle. He was right, you were completely out of control. You drove him crazy and made him do wild things just like the one he did in his room, lifting your skirt and fucking you raw like that. He had never been that courageous. It was you who drove him insane.

"You're so damn..." you didn't let him finish. You realized he was finally hard again and you were determined to show him your devotion towards him.

You directed him a loving gaze again and knelt down in front of him in the empty bathtub, clinging from his legs.

A low gasp escaped Kuni's lips when he felt you had put his dick inside your mouth, all wet and warm to comfort him.

"Oh my..." he sighed, trying to pull himself together. He wanted to act all hard and you were giving your best to melt him all the way to his heart.

You gently caressed his thighs as you kissed and licked his dick like you were starving for it. He felt every kiss to his tip like a scratch on heaven's door. One of his hands grabbed the water tap for support while the other one traveled trembly to your head. He caressed it clumsily and grabbed your hair, making a big effort not to moan like a cat in heat.

You hummed happily in response, ready to give him your all. You were always polar opposites. You weren't afraid of showing him your feelings. All you wanted was to see him happy. To show him that you would do everything for him. To demonstrate him that he didn't need to keep his walls up in front of you, that you loved even the most weak and disgusting parts of him and that he didn't need to hide anything from you.

You opened your mouth wide and laid your tongue flat under his shaft, bobbing your head to engulf it completely.

Kuni let a moan escape his lips making you happy when he felt his dick touch your throat.

He gritted his teeth. He wanted to make you his, not the other way around! His walls were definetely hard to bring down.

"Damn..." he grunted "You are so good at this...is there anything you haven't done yet??" He asked, frowning down at you.

You gave his cock a deep suck while pulling back to leave it with a lewd pop sound.

"Cut it out with that already" you whined, looking up at him with puppy eyes "I don't care what I've done with others before, I just care about doing things with you now!" You exclaimed.

Well that seemed to start convincing him.

"With me?" He said with squinted eyes, a half smirk appearing on his face.

"Only with you, Kuni..." you nodded, your hand reaching for his hand that was on your hair. The both met on your cheek.

"So from now on you will do everything only with me?" He teased you.

"Only with you, Kuni!" You exclaimed with shiny eyes, swaying your butt in excitement "You'll be my last and only, I swear!" You declared the content of your heart.

Well that was more than he ever expected.

"Goddamn..." he panted. You were trying to suck his dick again but he forced you to stand up "Come here, you've earned it, come do it again"

"Yay!" You couldn't avoid celebrating it out loud, grabbing the taps of the running water and positioning giving him your back, arching it to give him a good look of your ass.

He wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands on your belly and the other one on your breast. He reached your neck with his mouth when he pushed inside of you again.

Again, it was pure bliss. Paradise. This was all he had ever wanted. But it was better than he had dreamed. He wasn't precisely big and he was aware of it, so he never thought you would be so impossibly tight around him, squeezing him as if trying to milk him dry.

And you kept arching your back, smashing your butt against his hips, making the clapping sound louder and louder.

You were driving him crazy.

His online friend Childe had told him several times to stop reading so much hentai because it would fry his brain and make him expect unrealistic things and that he would get dissapointed when finally getting laid. He had told him that in the real world, women didn't get that wet. Well this was the first time he had seen a real pussy and he was fucking amazed at how dripping you were.

And it was that you were horny as fuck. You had been wanting this since you had moved in with him. You had been teasing him, trying to get his attention for such a long time. You had desired him so much, masturbating alone in your bed while wishing with all your heart that he crossed the fucking wall to your room to fuck you blind.

It didn't matter that Huffman lasted longer or that his dick was way bigger. You had enjoyed the two minutes Kuni had fucked you more than your entire relationship with him. That was the only dick you wanted, the one of your pathetic, anti social, universally hated and crabby, bratty step brother next door. He was the one you were head over heels for since the beginning. You had nade a big effort to resist your urge for him when your mother had introduced you to him. But upon moving all together it got impossible. It was set in stone. You were in love.

"I-love-you-Ku-ni!" You exclaimed, a syllable in between each of his delicious trusts.

Damn you went too far.

"What the fuck did you just say??" He demanded, his dick impossibly hard inside your warm and loving walls. He nibbled on your neck, pulling moans out of your lips.

"I love youuu~" you cried from pleasure, one of your hands letting go of the tab to reach down for your desperate clit. You were finally getting close to the edge.

"Who do you love??" He insisted, rutting inside of you passionately.

"You Kuni, I love you!" You moaned only for him to hear.

"Only me?"

"Only you!" You chanted.

"Forever??"

"Forever!!" You yelled, circling a finger over your clit at the rythm of his thrusts.

"You'll di anything for me??" He asked.

"Anything!" You exclaimed "Please, Kuni, please love me too..." you whined, a centimeter from the edge as two big tears rolled down from your cheeks becuase of the physical and emotional effort.

"Fine" he said, smirking against your neck "I'll love you too" he whispered in your ear "I'm gonna love you and fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name" he laughed.

And you finally reached it. That knot that had been building inside of you such a long time ago finally realeased, exploding in the first real orgasm you could really call like that in your life.

Finally. Finally you had your beloved Kuni inside of you. All over you. All for yourself.

You came and he realized because of the spasms of your walls around him. He did his best to keep the rythm and not cum to let you ride and enjoy your orgasm to the fullest. And miraculously, he succeded.

He felt your body lose strength and falling limp. He catched you, supporting all your weight in his arms.

He never felt more proud and happy.

"Are you satisfied now?" He whispered in your ear, tickling your now oversensitive body. You weakly nodded, lifting the hand that was on your clit to cling from his neck.

"I love you" you said, presenting your bare heart to him, raising your head to ask him for a kiss. Your first kiss.

That sight yanked a smile of pure happiness out of him, and he caressed your lips with his thumb before leaning down to concede it.

Finally. You were finally kissing. It was unveliebable. For the two of you.

It made you so euphoric it gave you enough strength to lift your arms and wrap them around his neck.

It was a hungry, deperate kiss that turned into a full make out session, hands caressing all over each other's bodies.

"I can't no more, Kuni..." you whined, pointing down at his dick that was still inside your tired pussy. It was overstimulated and his thrusts now felt like burning your skin.

"How come?" He said, biting your ear "You can't? For me?"

"It hurts" you squeaked,, squishing his face between your neck and your shoulder due to the pleasure of his bites.

"Hmmm" he pretended to scold you while pulling out.

He continued to kiss your neck, dilighting you. Then he slowly started to lower doen, guiding your body, until kneeling on the empty bathtub.

He set you on all fours in front of him, under the warm water. He took a moment to admire just how beautiful you looked. He started caressing your butt again.

His dick throbbed upon touching it. Then a marvelous idea crossed his mind.

"Eek!" You yelped when his pre-cum leaking tip bumped against your butt's entrance "Kuni what are you doing??" You protested, looking back at him.

"Just getting in through the back door" he let out a little chuckle.

"What?? Are you crazy?" You questioned a little alarmed.

"Why?" He smirked.

"I..." you stammered "I don't know how it feels..." you said, flushing.

Hus eyes shone brightly.

"Oh so there is something you have never done yet!" He exclaimed triumphantly. Now he definetely wanted to do it. To be the first person with whom you do something finally.

"Well, yeah..." you murmured.

He naughtily bit your ass.

"Didn't you say you would do anything with me?" He teased.

"Kuni!" You whined "You're a meanie!" You scolded.

He laughed, the sound sending pleasurable shivers up your spine.

"Come on, wouldn't you like to have your beloved Kuni inside of you like that?" He provoked you, hovering over you, the sound of his voice deepening making you desire him more and more. The truth was that yeah, in fact , you wanted to entirely absorb him.

"But I'm scared" you said.

He stood in his knees, caressing your butt, positioning himself behind you.

"Let's give it a little try. I promise that if it hurts I'll pull out"

"Right away?" You asked.

"Right away" he guaranteed, kissing your upper back, your legs instinctively opening under him.

"Okay...I'm trusting you..." you squeaked, rising your butt higher for him. He licked his lips, delighted at the sight in front of him.

"Here we go" he whispered, pushing in, wrapping your entire body.

You let out a sound in between a moan and a whine, trying ti adjust at the new sensation.

"Hurts?" He asked, pushin in ever so slowly.

You didnt quite know, it was strange and new.

"Wait" you said when you felt he was pulling back "Don't get it out yet!" You exclaimed.

He chuckled and you huffed at him.

"Just keep doing it!" You ordered. He was such a meanie!

He smirked and started moving back and forth, much more delicately in comparisson to when he fucked your pussy.

"Ah.." he exhaled, his high approaching rapidly. If your pussy was tight, this was a whole nother level.

You kinda liked it. It felt like he was scratching the crumbs of your horny itches away. And he was so subtle and slow it felt like he was cradling you. Now that the horny beast you had became was appeased, you were starting to feel more sleepily lovey dovey.

"Oh..." just when you thought you were dozing off, he gently pulled out to cum all over your lower back. You liked it. His semen was warm as the water of the shower, that slowly started to wash it all away.

Kuni heavily exhaled, resting his forehead in your back. When you turned your back to look at him, he made a big effort and leaned back to seat. He pulled from your hand so you got up and sat on his lap. You cuddled on his chest, under his chin, almost purring.

He patred your head lovingly, still unable to believe that all this was finally real and not another wet dream. He held you in his arms tightly, still a bit afraid of it really being a dream.

It didn't matter. If it resulted to be a dream, he was determined to go and make it reality again.

Fortunately for the both of you, it was real and you enjoyed his cuddling thoroughly.

"Do you love me Kuni?" You asked looking up at him with puppy eyes again.

He sighed and looked down at you. Yeah you were out of control. And he loved it.

He didn't answer with words but with a passionate kiss.

After a magical make out session, he stood up and when his blood pressure adjusted he gave you his hand to pull you up too.

"Let's get cleaned before our mothers get back and see the mess we made out of our lives" he said with a little smirk on his face.

You exchanged looks complicitly. The only obstacle for your relationship now was the one between your mothers. If they hadn't married, what you just did wouldn't have been forbidden. But neither you would have had the chance of all of this happened under the same roof.

You got out the shower, cleaned the bathroom and the stain of cum on Kuni's room's floor. Washed all the dirty clothes, put some clean ones on and dried you hairs so that they wouldn't suspect you had bathed together.

Fortunately, you had enough time.

By the time your mothers were back, you were drinking tea at the kitchen table and Kuni was watching tv on the couch like nothing had ever happened. Like he still hated you.

You greeted the both of them like normal.

You agreed to keep your kisses and hookups a secret from the world. You tried to appear distant as you always were but you couldn't help but to want to baby him 24/7.

One afternoon you mom catched you with a bag fool of sweets you had never eaten before and a slushy of Kuni's favorite flavor. You knew he had a sweet tooth and wanted nothing but to feed him.

You gave Yae a lame excuse. She found it strange. She realized your relationship had changed. You were afraid that the fact that you were fucking like animals every day was written all over your face. Fortunately that wasn't the thought that crossed her mind. She simply thought you were already getting along.

You waited until she went upstairs to sneak into Kuni's room, where he finally made your dream come true.

You sat on his lap, feeding him sweets while he played videogames on his pc, his hands caressing and groping you every time he could get them off from the mouse and keyboard.

You were the most happy you had been in your entire life, and there wasn't a care in the world.

Until he got tired of playing videogames and turned his pc off to play with your boobs.

You had come to learn he was a real fan of them. And you were delighted to having clinging from your breasts, kneading them and nursing from them for hours. You loved it, it felt amazing and it made your pussy ridiculously wet. It made it ready to get banged. But it also make your heart flutter with a sweet and caring love for him.

When he opened his eyes to look up at you, you caressed his head and smiled at him lovingly.

"I love you with all my soul, Kuni" you mused, headpatting him and pushin his fsce deeper into your boobs.

"I love you too" he said, lost in love, with a nipple muffling his mouth.

"You're my sweet little baby" you murmured.

That made his two brain cells make synapsis finally.

"Hey Y/N, talking about babies..." he started "At what hour do you take your pills every day? I've never seen you taking them" he said pensively. You had been spending a lot of time together that week, and as he said, he had never seen you taking them.

"Pills? What pills?" You said, tilting your head in his direction.

He felt like a lightning had striked him and got up, starting ti get nervous.

"You know, birth control pills" he said, sitting straight to look at you in the eye.

Your eyes widened as big as his, a trembling smile appearing on your face.

"Birth control pills?" You repeated, feeling a bit uncomfortsble.

He got impatient.

"Come on Y/N, don't joke around with this" he almost begged.

You gulped.

"I'm not on birth control" you admitted, shrugging nervously.

"And you tell me this NOW??" He exclaimed, terrified.

"What made you think I was on birth control??" You replayed, getting nervous too.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you let me fuck you raw and cum inside of you this entire time?!" He almost yelled, containing himself to not be heard outside the room.

"I've always used condoms!" You defended yourself "It's not my fault you didn't have any!"

He stood up, sitting you on the gaming chair to start walkin from one corner of the room to another. He had to bit his tongue not to yell you. The truth was that the time he lifted your skirt, pulled your panties down and fucked you bent over his desk he didn't think about anything. But since you didn't complain or show any worry, all the following times he fucked you during the week he assumed you were on birth control. How come you were so calm if not??

"Why didn't you tell me??" He complained, exasperated.

You flushed, embareassed, and looked down at your feet.

"I didn't even think about it" you admitted.

He huffed heavily, unable to believe such a surreal situation.

"You make my reasoning go numb!" You whined, tears prickling the corners of your eyes "I'm lost in love with you! That was all I thought this week!"

He hurried towards you, extending his hands into the air, not knowing what to do to solve the situation and prevent you from crying. He was desperate.

"Don't worry, don't worry, we'll get out of this" he said, trying to convince the both of you, completely scared.

"You mean you don't want it??" You asked, the tears threstening to spill down your cheeks.

"Y/N for Archons sake, remembet why we were hiding?? Our moms are married. We are fucking step-siblings! And on top of that, we haven't even finished highschool, what the fuck would we do with a baby?! My mother will kick us out of the house!" He exclaimed exasperated. He only realized he had said it out loud when he saw you sobbing.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, calm down. Don't cry" he said, easing off his tone and wiping away your tears "We'll solve this, don't worry" he assured you, patting your back.

You hiccuped, making a huge effort to stop you cries.

"I'm sorry" you said, wiping your eyes with your sleeves.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked that question earlier" he sighed, caressing your hair "Don't worry, it's only been a couple of days, maybe we still have hope" he already had a plan "Ima disguise myself and head to a pharmacy at the other side of the city where no one could recognize me and buy the morning after pill, yeah, thsts exactly what I'm gonna do" he said, aiming to go for his coat.

You pulled from his arm to prevent him from getting away.

"But it's the morning after pill, not the week after pill!" You sobbed.

You destroyed his little hopes.

"Well it's worth the try. Let's have hope. And come on, when couples try to do it on purpose it takes them months and months! We can't be as unlucky as to..." you crying again interrupted his desperate blabnering.

"So you don't want it!" You sobbed.

He looked at you skeptically.

"What do you mean, Y/N? You want it? Is that why you didn't say anything?" He asked, his brows raised in disbelief.

You looked at your feet, ashamed.

"I didn't even think about telling you because the idea of getting pregnant by you made me horny as hell" you admitted, hiding your face in your hands "This week has been such a dream come true I didn't even think about the consecuences! I didn't even took into consideration if you wanted it or not! I'm sorry, I've been an idiot" you sobbed.

Kuni sighed. Even in this situation, your words made his dick build a tent in his pants.

He kept caressing your hair.

"Are you telling me the truth?" He said with a stern tone.

"What do you mean?" You asked, looking up at him. You saw lust in his eyes instead of anger.

He cupped your chin with his hand, locking eyes with you.

"Does it make you wet? The idea of me getting you pregnant?"

You nodded.

"It makes me horny as fuck" you admitted, pressing you thighs together.

He kissed you roughly.

"You are completely out of control" he repeated for the nth time, and just now you realized how right he was "I'm gonna fuck you into your senses. But after I get back. Now I'm going to get that fucking pill and a decade worth of comdons" he said, putting on a coat, a hat, some glasses and a facemask. Fortunately, it was normal in that unhealthy city for citizens to protect their respiratory sytems like that.

"And don't cry!" He said before opening the door and ascertain that the ground floor was clear of mothers. Then he whispered "sit and reflect upon this. If you end up getting pregnant , which I beg the Arcons doesn't happen now and I know you would fucking love, I swear you will be the one working to support the family, because my mother would kick us both out!"

You shot a hypnotized look at him and he knew he was unsane at that moment but he could swear your pupils were heart shaped.

"We'd be a family??" You questioned, almost drooling.

"Y/N!!!" He scolded "You're hopeless! You're really getting it when I come back!" He screamed in a whisper, closing the door behind him to leave the house.

You still felt a bit guilty, but you giggled upom seeing him like that. You tried to relax on the chair, waiting patienly for him to come back from the pharmacy.

You rubbed your belly with one hand.

Whether you got pregnant and had to work to support a family with Kuni or not and you got to continue you everyday life until you finished highschool, keeping your relationship a secret, you were happy as long as you were by his side.

You still didn't know Ei very well, and you knew she wasn't very fond of his son. But you and your mother Yae had a good relationship and you knew she always rooted for true love. You were sure that if she knew how much you loved Kuni she would understand. That she would forgive the fact that you banged the only one boy that was forbidden. Because it wasn't to ruin her new marriage. It was because he was the only one who made you feel like that. You were head over heels for him.

Honestly the best outcome would be that you didn't get pregnant.

But still, the idea of being pregnant with his baby got you insanely horny, so you decided that while you waited for Kuni's return, you would play with yourself fantasizing about it...

Woosh! That was really long! I actuslly can't believe I was able to actually complete a work, and in a single day! I'm exhausted and I'm going to sleep already, hoping to rest and see Scara again. This was rushed and based on a dream that really didn't make much sense and I had to invent an ending bc it really didn't hsve one and honestly I dont't know if I'm cintent with the ending🤔 Again this was not proofread so I'm going to sleep and probably after I'm rested I'll check it and see if I fix it 😅 I hope there are more Genshin smut dreams in the future!

Ps: I got obsessed with step brother Scara after reading xianoii's Rocket and have been thinking about this scenario every night before going to sleep for months now, a dream like this was bound to happen, step brother Scara literslly can't leave my mind! Or should I say...Kuni?? Damn I'm head over heels for this lovely cave rat! 💜

#Magical dreams #fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin x you #smut #kunikuzushi

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rhaemaya-valwynn · 2 months

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Warm my Soul- Naga!Jotaro Chapter 2 (1/2) Study Master Disaster

Hey everyone, I thought I'd drop in and give at least half the chapter of 2 for you guys to have something to eat. I apologize for the lateness, a lot happened over Christmas and I've been stepping away from the JoJo community as a whole due to it. Things are rough here and I find I have little time to enjoy life, let alone write. Been dabbling on this chapter for too long and wanted to give what I have for now. Just know Im still here, just trying to find sanity and recover. <3 - Rhae

The wildlife in Jotaro's habitat was more diverse and intricate than you had initially thought. Upon further investigation, you realized how much effort had truly gone into making this home for him. Birds, lizards, frogs, beetles, bats, and all manner of things lived here. It was as if they had plucked a chunk of the Naga's natural habitat up and put it in Washington State.

Thankfully, nothing in there was severely dangerous that might harm the faculty or Jotaro. However, after nearly a year and a half of stable recovery, Jotaro had regained the majority of his weight and was almost fully recuperated. This meant most things didn't threaten him anymore, as he was now a wall of sheer muscle. No one could force Jotaro to do anything against his will, which was both a blessing and a curse as his care took on new rules and roles.

On one hand, this meant no more interactions like Angela's could happen. If he didn't want you there, you would know, immediately.

But on the other hand, this meant playing to his good side. If you could find it, since his distrust of people was only cemented after the big 'A' Incident' as your coworkers came to call it. Still, some people tried to push their luck with him some days, making him more quick to snap.

If fortunate, you'd escape with your bones intact but a few bruises. Those unlucky would be wearing a cast at minimum.

Kyoshi had warned you and others during Jotaro's recovery that healthy Nagas were some of the most dangerous Cryptids. Due to their bulk and sheer muscle, one would think they moved slowly. But that was not the case. Naga could move swiftly and quietly when motivated, crushing their prey with alarming strength that would only get stronger as they grew.

And they never stopped growing.

As if that wasn't bad enough, each Naga was equipped with potent venom strong enough to stop your heart in three minutes flat at a young age, with older Naga killing within forty seconds. When asked, Kyoshi refused to elaborate on how the venom worked, merely stating that: "Dead is dead, regardless of how you get there."

So, seeing as you had become Jotaro's primary caretaker, there were often moments when your mind would run rampant with thoughts of him lashing out at you in a fit of anger.

Though you knew in your heart that he wasn't like that. Jotaro may have been an odd cryptid. Silent, reclusive, and poor social skills all lined up to make him seem like a wall that would lash out at any moment. But you knew Jotaro enjoyed company that wasn't there to irke him and that he was polite and cordial to those that gave him respect. So you figured, after everything, the chances of him wrapping you up in his nine-meter tail and snuffing out your life while injecting you with venom were....minimal.

On a happier note, the herd of capybaras you had met on your second day in the man-made rainforest were joyfully friendly after several 'snack' filled encounters and would come trotting from their sunbathing spots to greet you every morning thereafter.

Perhaps a little too eager for snacks and their beloved 'scritches.' A word shared by the older veterinary assistant Tomoko Higashikata, who was typically tasked with giving you the healthier snack buckets on your way in after a noticeable weight gain had been noted in the animals. Jotaro always gave her a weird look when he decided to wait for you at the entrance and saw you talking to the woman. She never said anything out of place, just interesting facts about cryptids and animals, but you never had the guts to ask Jotaro why.

Some coworkers lamented their jealousy over your closeness to the snake man as time passed, and no matter how much you reminded them about Angela, they still flapped their lips in gossip. Eventually, you had given up as people would assume things with or without encouragement. Deep inside, though, you were glad to have broken the barrier between Jotaro and the world, regardless of how others viewed the relationship.

Like a lifeline, you were his bridge to civilization. Or so you hoped. But humility usually beat that thought into the dust when it reared its ugly head. You were never the type to boast or view yourself better than others. The world had enough of those kinds of people already. You just wanted to help in any way that you could.

So you began to delve into researching Naga in a subtle effort to find ways of helping Jotaro. One day, you asked Tomoko about Naga's, and she practically talked your ear off in excitement as they were her favorite. An interesting note of information from her was that Nagas typically are multiple species of snakes in one, Jotaro being a mixture between a Green Anaconda, reticulated Python, and the King Cobra. This explained his massive size, along with the type of venom he made and its extreme potency.

He wasn't so thrilled when you asked about his heritage, eyeing you with suspicion as he straightened during one of your morning walks. Two Toucans, one named Fruit and the other Loops, bounced on his tail in excitement, thinking it was time for treats.

"Why do you want to know?" he had asked sternly, glaring at you from the corner of his eyes.

"I just thought-" you hesitated, hands suddenly shaking as his shadow overcasted you. "Maybe it could help?"

Jotaro tutted in annoyance and had turned to you sharply. "Our deal doesn't include my past. Don't ask again." You shrunk down and nodded till he finally relented and continued the slither along, though he refused to speak further till you returned to his home to begin your work together.

The deal.

An accidental mishap, a sheer off-chance that somehow earned you a sliver of his trust. The Naga had caught you studying for a test during two-person care that had been initiated after Angela to prevent further offenses to the facility's residents. By being new to the facility, Jotaro had given you the benefit of the doubt of not being involved with Angela and that your care for him was genuine and not out of unwanted lust or illegal desires. While your coworker was on the phone in the next room, letting the doctors know that Jotaro had refused to eat or take his medicine again, it happened.

"What are you reading?" the Naga had asked you, causing you to jump in fright and launch the book across the room. The Naga frowned at your response, leaving you staring at him with your mouth wide open in shock.

He had never spoken before or deigned a reason to use words over hissing and growling.

Yet, there he was, asking about your homework. Stuttering, you tried to apologize, but Jotaro tutted in annoyance, "Just answer the damn question," he rumbled darkly.

While part of your brain went wild over what was happening, the other, more rational section was screaming danger and to flee. When Jotaro wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned to return to his nap, you blurted out: "Oscar Veilto's Domain of Earth and Air."

To your surprise, he turned back to you with curiosity in his eyes. "Odd book for casual reading," Jotaro remarked dryly.

"It-I'm studying to be a Domain Nurse," you tried to clarify, blushing as you looked away in embarrassment. There's nothing like telling your patient you're studying him as part of your school work to start a healthy conversation...

"What did you think of his assessment of Pheonix's in chapter thirteen?" he continued, asking casually, but Jotaro's eyes belied the interest that was gripping him.

"Well, I thought he focused too much on how they mated, rather than why. Being born full of mercury gives them very little time to adjust or adapt to a new way of making young. Spontaneously combusting alive in an effort to burn away their poison tends to leave little room for descendants to change and become more." You rolled your hand as you talked, making gentle gestures as you pictured the bird in your hands.

Freezing on the spot, you nervously look at Jotaro, fearing the worst for running your mouth. Only, he was gazing at you with an intense look. Observing you down to the details. Gulping, you go to apologize when he suddenly nodded in agreement. "Yes, deeply flawed observations on Veilto's behalf. It's pitiful that they still have it in circulation for newer generations to base even more flawed hypotheses on. And people still wonder why they went extinct....."

You could feel yourself gaping again at him in shock. It was the most Jotaro had ever talked...ever. All because you had brought in a biology book on Cryptids. Coughing as you reigned your expression, you hesitantly ask, "Do...you know a lot about Cryptids?"

Jotaro deadpanned at you, the monitor in the background beeping loudly before the end of his tail twitched. "Perhaps...." he murmured, sinking into his pillows as he cast his gaze away.

You hurried to apologize, but the opening had sealed shut, like the snapping of a bear trap, and Jotaro returned to ignoring everything around him like a rock with moss growing on it.

You thought it was an opportunity gone and lost. Trying to put it behind you, you focused on studying again after retrieving your book.

Then, to add insult to injury, you failed the test miserably the following day. It was almost comical.

Almost.

While you swore you wouldn't be caught dead studying for a test at work again, during your next dual caretaking of Jotaro, he practically sprung on you. Verbally, that is.

"Failed the test?" He had hummed in observation the minute your coworker had stepped out to grab more rolls of gauze.

Caught off guard, you merely turned to look at him, pen frozen above the report you were making. "P-pardon?" you asked, tongue tripping over itself.

"The test," Jotaro repeated, eyes narrowing slightly at you, "The one you were studying for." When you still stared at him in perpetual shock, he sighed deeply before explaining further, "Veilto's Domain?"

A sharp rush of heat hit your face as you blushed in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?" you had muttered mostly to yourself.

Jotaro's lips quirked slightly, barely noticeable in your staggered state. "I know the emotional distress a bad test in college can do..." The Naga continued.

A short laugh escaped you at the insanity of such a comment. A Cryptid, talking to a human about college tests.

This was absurd.

"Must have been a horrible score," Jotaro noted, eyeing you up and down again, forked tongue escaping his mouth to taste the air.

He had never done that before.

The opening had returned.

Your gut clenched in warning, but your heart chimed to you in a soft voice.

'Go on, tell him," it said.

"Twenty out of a hundred," You sighed in defeat, looking down in shame. Jotaro huffed, a strange noise from his frail body that made you worry.

Looking up at him again, you tried not to pry or seem desperate to keep the conversation going. He clearly had trauma from something, which meant you could only lead him so far out of his prison which was his mind and body.

Several minutes passed, and you feared that the opening had clamped shut on you once more. But then, "Who is your teacher?"

Eyebrows knitting, you looked around to see if this was some sort of prank. "Mr.Garauange," you answered.

Jotaro's eyebrows shot up, "That old wrinkly toad is still alive?"

"Unfortunately," you rubbed your temple just thinking of him. "Most bitter man I've ever met. Feels like he enjoys watching you suffer."

"He does," Jotaro answered with a snap of his jaws. You blinked twice in confusion before he waved your concern off. "I was under him for almost four years before he gave up on teaching 'my kind.'"

"Were you.... the one that got away?" you hesitantly asked, your fingers becoming clammy at the braveness of the question.

Jotaro laughed. Actually laughed. Dark and thrumming even in his weakened state. "Is that what he named me? Good grief, he couldn't come up with something more subtle....or original?"

Shuffling slightly, you nervously giggled at his joke, unsure how else to respond. The Naga fell silent, eyes distant as he became lost in thought. "Does he still allow a single retaking for failed tests?" Jotaro questioned, focusing his attention on you once more. You nod, and the Naga smirked devilishly. "Good, hand me your book," he grunted as he pulled himself up on his bed.

Now, you blanched in horror. "Why?" you demanded in fear, clutching your book to your chest like an elderly woman with their purse.

Jotaro snorted and huffed twice as he settled into a better reading position, "I want to play a little game on the toad." Extending an arm, he made a grabby motion. When you opened your mouth to refuse, he rolled his eyes and his hand. "Humor a sick cryptid." Looking around wildly, you expected some show host to come out and exclaim that you were just punked.

Or whatever they called pranks these days.

When nothing happened, a hot flush made you realize a drop of sweat was rolling down your face. Inhaling deeply, you thought to yourself, was offering a simple book and getting educational help from a nearly extinct species that hard?

The answer was yes, yes, it was.

With a herculean effort, you stepped forward and cautiously handed the book over. Jotaro took it from you respectfully, his massive hand holding the human-sized book like a small notebook. Carefully, Jotaro pulled it in and nestled it in front of him. A sneer crossed his face, "Personally edited by the toad himself... Good grief, I take it he expects you to take his words as law?" He opened it with the tentativeness of someone risking getting bitten.

You let Jotaro read for a few minutes, apprehensive as he glossed over the chapter you had marked for reconsumption. "Fae, huh?" he remarked after turning a few more pages. "Easy to get lost here. They range from pixies to faries and even changelings. Do you remember which one he chose for the test?"

"All of them..." You say softly as you rub your arm and look away from his piercing gaze.

"Of course he did," Jotaro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Asshole."

Hearing him swear threw you off a bit, making you jerk back to gape at him with puzzlement. A smidge of understanding hit you. Like switching shoes to ones that fit better, not perfect, but less tight and restrictive. You watched in silence for a few minutes as Jotaro perused the book.

#jotaro kujo #naga!jotaro #warm my soul #chapter 2 #jjba fanfic #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x reader #Alive i swear im alive!#half a chapter update

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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OKAY OKAY...hear me out— Monster au braintot,

Cheka having a lil play date with Mini!Yuu

Like— NRC will be in complete shambles. Peace? pftt—what's that? Don't know her–

it's probably gonna be like the the disaster girl meme

Crowley: *sitting in a burning office* "...this is fine."

Narrator: It was, in fact, not fine.

Pfft, oh my god, I love seeing all this brainrot silliness and cuteness you guys have! It enables me to create sweet scenarios or unleash pure chaotic gremlin shenanigans on Twisted Wonderland! 🤣

Honestly, the only reason the ida of a play date even happened in the first place was because Cheka snuck into the school to see his uncle and he wound up playing with mini!Yuu the whole day. This was a blessing in Leona's book...at first.

Then the researchers approached him to arrange more playdates after seeing the positive connection the two had and stressing the importance of the child's developmental skills and emotional growth. "Whether they're monster or human, it's important for Yuu to have someone close to their age to grow and develop," one told him when he first tried to turn down the idea of his nephew visiting more often.

Needless to say, he didn't have much room to argue once Cheka asked his parents and his sister-in-law made the call. And so the first of many supervised playdates was arranged.

At first, the kids were perfectly content to do arts and crafts in a small part of the library. Paint, glitter, pipe cleaners, puff balls, glue, popsicle sticks...anything creative that could be done, they made it. Cheka had fun drawing and painting stuff for his uncle and parents while Yuu had fun creating a masterpiece they thought the staff and their favorite big brothers would like (which later do get put up in their rooms/on the fridge). Everything was going smoothly...

And then the supervisor stepped outside, and when they came back...wellllll...

"How did you two get glitter on the walls?!"

"Forget the walls, how did they get footprints on the ceiling??"

"I was only gone for five minutes! How could they have made such a mess in that short amount of time?"

"Look Uncle Leona! We're really close now!"

The two toddlers were giggling happily as the researchers looked around in pure confusion. Leona, who had come to pick Cheka up to send him home again, couldn't help but stare. "How the hell did you two get stuck together with regular glue?" he asked.

"We were trying to make our own slime goo," Cheka told him, lifting his hand up and pulling Yuu's hand up with the gesture. "But...it grew legs and ran away somewhere."

"...please tell me you're joking..."

"His name's Mr. Sprinkles!" Yuu chirped happily. "Can we keep him?"

It was later discovered that somehow someone accidentally mixed up a container of animation powder with glitter, resulting in the little science project literally becoming animated. By the end of the day, "Mr. Sprinkles" had terrorized quite a few students before eventually being caught and kept in a glass jar where little hands wouldn't be able to easily access and free the artificial monster.

Yuu is already asking when Cheka can come over to play again. This time there is going to be much more supervision to ensure nothing like that happens again though! 😂

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #twisted wonderland mini!Yuu #twst mini!Yuu

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walker33961 · 6 months

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H E A V E N S TREAT 🦋

- After recent mission ,Yn wasn’t feeling well enough to be on the next brief … Her mind was flooding with the things which Phillip faced and some of her major traumas were on repeat in her mind …The way she was treated by her parents..specially her mother .

The way she always body shammed her , The toxic signs and lines which bullies use to spit everyday whenever she entered her class

And now , blaming herself for Phillip’s injury, it was not her fault..not at all ..but still she was blaming herself..

She’s the strongest shadow after Phillip ..both mentally and physically..but sometimes the strongest has the most blood boiling traumas …

……….

3 : 22 AM

……….

- A shadow was passing by her room . Stopped by the noise coming from yn’s room . Noticed that yn was scratching her legs , hands and was going toxic over herself .

The shadow knew about their relationship .. He immediately reached at Phillip’s office ..

*The shadow knocked his door , Phillip allowed to come in*

“ Somethin’s wrong mate?” *phillip with a confuse tone*

“Yn is scratching her skin harshly as if she’s trying to peel it off, noticed while going outside for some fresh air” * worry in his face *

*All the papers in Philip’s hand fell on the floor while he rushed to yn *

“ You and your friends pack some energy, we have a brief at 7 am “ *Saying this Phillip was rushing towards her *

*the shadow left and Phillip entered her room*

*yn not aware of his presence, cries muffled by her hand , red scratch marks with blood ..visible in the dark*

* lightly shaking her*

“ Darlin’ it’s me ..please look at me “ * he was shattering inside *

* yn raised her head in shock*

“ Please don’t look at me ..I..I’m not good …I’m..“ *trembling ..looks down*

*shocked by her response ,

raises her face by grabbing her face softly *

“ N..no no no no , who told you this ..give me a name “ *phillip getting ready to make that person taste the difference of military and him *

“ Lea…leave me Phillip ..I’m a disaster..I’m fat ..I’m not capable to be yours ..I’m all trash..I couldn’t protect you from injury ..I ” * tears running wild*

“ YOU’RE MY PERFECT GIRL ..MY BEAUTIFUL.. MY QUEEN OF HEARTS, IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT“ * him placing kisses over her face*

* kissing her lips with love in surprise *

“ Those beautiful lips , all mine…..Soft like cotton and feathers “

* coming down to her neck while kissing all the way , marking with purple - blue hicks*

“ Such soft skin … illuminating God’s blessing“

*Yn straight up hugging him *

“ Just stay with me Phill..please “ *snuggling into his chest*

* him brushing her hair with his fingers *

“You’re always pretty and sweet f’me doll , you’re my everything “ *kissing her over her hair , smelling her scent *

*yn leaving little snores sensing her sleep after little sobs *

“ Heh .. Damn how I got you sweetie , My Heavens Treat“

*later he fell asleep on that position *

- It was 1 hour left for the briefing ..His shadows were searching for him ..to found him sleeping ..hugging yn like a soft fluffy bear .. lips over her head .. one shadow took a photo in Polaroids and later he gave it to Phillip..he was blushing hard … he kept it on his transparent chest pocket in his vest ..showing that he’s taken by a heavens treat …

: 3 ~ @alypink @bellgraves @welldonekhushi

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abyssruler · 2 years

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Zhongli’s kids going succession war or potential mini council??? Ningguang losing her mind sometimes???? Liyue and Inazuma being more populated and developed because their archons have heirs??? All three nations becoming a federations? Alliance??? (Pusey) Politics.

Each kids has their own primary adepti companion/adviser btw. It would also be interesting if some of them actively chose to head certain industries or areas instead? Maybe some kids focus on economics, education, etc??? Diplomacy!!!! (Issue should be gnosis but that has so many outcomes like what are the fatui doing????? Touch Scara and choke.)

Just imagine Scara holding the Teyvant version of the chancla and getting his misbehaving siblings to stop causing trouble lmao. I love him.

Venti and Zhongli basically going: can’t claim the next kid if I nut in reader first!!!! (Ei just looks at these idiots as if she’s not one of the simps involved in this horny disaster.)

Traveler to the archons: Have you tried pulling out? Even better, get off your wife and stay off!

To this day, Diluc can’t believe someone legit married the alcoholic baby faced twink of a bard who almost lives in his tavern. Are you okay high priestess? Do you need help? -Wait does this mean Venti had a harem of nuns this whole time? Diluc is awake at night with cursed knowledge and questions. (Bonus if Diluc ends up marrying one of Zhongli’s kids and Venti looks so betrayed.)

Traveler ends up accepting babysitting as commissions because the mora makes them unable to say no.

And now I’m distracted by potential political marriages thanks. Love the brain rot. Teyvant blessed the structural integrity of Reader coochie. God bless. 10000000000/10 Archons approved.

just imagine dance of the dragons kind of drama going on, which is ironic considering who their father is. zhongli’s eldest being the most vocal about being his rightful heir, the others forming factions and the more ambitious ones saying they have more right to it because they’re worthier blah blah. the other kids who don’t really want the title of geo archon rally behind the sibling they support. it’s a very chaotic mess and osial gets pushed to the back of their mind until he comes strolling in. the best way to be united is to have a common enemy, so they have a cease fire for a moment. when they find out zhongli gave away his gnosis, a lot of them become disinterested in becoming the geo archon. so the topic is pushed away. for now.

then beisht comes and the topic gets thrown back in by the eldest. at that point, all the other kids have settled into their own hobbies and interests, so it’s only really the eldest who feels like it’s their birthright. along with cloud retainer, they come down to criticize them only to get their ass verbally handed to them by ningguang. they’ll claim it was love at first sight.

ohh i love the idea of them becoming an alliance but that’s probably a one way ticket to getting celestia’s attention on them so they nope out of that one.

scara is definitely used to handling his rowdy siblings. whenever they try to sass him, his harsher side comes out, “don’t use that tone on me! i used to change your diapers when our parents were too busy banging each other to care!”

venti eventually gets that kid he wants within a year of him waking up. so i hc venti to have been in mond for about a year or two before the traveler arrived, which makes the mond archon quest so funny. because diluc and jean (before their suspicions were confirmed that venti is barbatos) are in a constant state of bafflement on why they’re bringing this teenage-dad-looking bard over their self-appointed mission of taking back the holy lyre der himmel and saving dvalin. venti’s just chilling with his baby in a sling on his chest because it was his turn to take care of them. dvalin being hesitant to attack venti on starsnatcher bc of the baby. ok but since this is the mond archon quest and reader is the high priestess, i’d imagine she’s a very constant and integral figure throughout the quest.

diluc ending up with one of zhongli’s kids omg i can see it. growing up with zhongli constantly complaining about barbatos and how alcoholic he is but then having to listen to him lament about wine and something something. they grow up interested in the process of wine making. they travel to mond after venti’s return to meet their long lost stepfather and end up meeting diluc in the process. and the rest is history. venti cries about him being the indirect reason they ever met.

traveler is gonna be drowning in mora after each commission. they’re the kids’ favorite uncle/aunt and always asks traveler to show them cool tricks using multiple elements.

god bless reader’s holy coochie. wars have (almost) been waged for it and three archons (almost) recreated the archon war for it. if venti was there 500 years ago they definitely wouldn’t have come to an agreement.

#this au has my heart yall #genshin x reader #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #ei x reader #raiden ei x reader #asks #anon #1st mass #not sfw

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chiisanakurisu · 5 months

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Amagüestu

Hi y'all, it's been a while since I last shared anything of my writings, so there is a fragment of the current story I'm working on, which was submitted to @gigagendergt's Gt Autumn writing contest 😊

CW: slight mention of death, mentions of natural disasters, indirect mention of transphobia

“You know, I’ve thought about organizing a little Amagüestu party, just for the four of us.”

It was an unusually warm October evening. I was in the porch, chatting with Carmina while Tommy played with Sophie by the vegetables garden.

“Amagüestu?”

“You know, roasted chestnuts, sweet cider…”

“I know what Amagüestu is!” I replied, slightly annoyed, “It’s just…I don’t think it’s the best idea right now, Carmina”.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well…I don’t think it’s the moment to celebrate anything, the way things are. After what happened and how we have been struggling…I don’t see a reason why it would be appropriate”.

The old woman chuckled. “Fía, the only reason we need to celebrate is us. We are here, and we are together. And precisely because of the way things are we need it. Don’t you think we all have earned a bit of joy?” Carmina signalled subtly at the two kids playing a few meters away.

I glanced at them, and my heart instantly felt warmer. A chubby teenager boy, holding a child no bigger than his palm and wrestling her with his other hand ever so gently. If it weren’t for the abyssal size difference, anyone would have thought they were siblings. And truth was, Tommy had turned out to be like an older brother for littlest Sophie.

Even if I wasn’t in the mood for a party, I had to admit Carmina was right; this place and getting to be part of this makeshift family had been a true blessing. After losing my home and having to be relocated, Carmina had been the first in the village to offer me her house to stay and practically took me under her wing. A few days later I would meet Sophie, a child whose very existence was already a miracle. Despite not being more than nine centimeters tall, she managed to fill the room with her inner light. The beginnings had been a bit rough, but we quickly became fond of each other and now life without her was unthinkable. And as for Tommy… the beginnings had been rough too, and unorthodox to say the least. But he had proven to be a reliable kid who too had wanted to protect Sophie since their first meeting, and they adored each other.

A mentally ill woman from the city, a small-town old lady, a tiny little girl and a runaway trans teenager. What a group. Not bad for being in the middle of nowhere after the collapse of civilization.

“Alright, I’m in” I replied with a smile. “I really hope there are enough chestnuts and apples to do this…I heard harvest wasn’t good this year” I added, a bit concerned.

Carmina smiled too. “Then we’ll all have canned peaches, and it will still be good.”

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A few days later, I was picking chestnuts from a large bag with the help of Sophie, who Carmina had instructed to only get “the finest ones”. The young girl was doing her job diligently, almost yelling at me every time she would find the tiniest defect I hadn’t been able to notice. I was an endearing sight, although of course I took her orders as seriously as she deserved.

Once we were done, I set aside the basket with the selected chestnuts and allowed myself to stretch my arms.

“Will you make frixuelos for the party, Curuxa?” asked Sophie, sitting with her back against the wicker basket.

I chuckled. “Don’t you think it’ll be too much food?”

“I bet there won’t be a single one to spare, no matter how many you make!” replied the girl enthusiastically.

“Okay, okay”, I conceded, “if I have flour left after I’m done with the apple pie I’ll make some, promise.”

Sophie beamed up in response. I wasn’t exactly an expert in getting the dessert right, but I guess she just loved too much the anise flavored crepes sprinkled with sugar.

I set my hand palm up next to the girl, offering her a ride to the kitchen. “Come on. You can help me knead the dough, but only after you’ve washed your hands.”

Sophie didn’t think twice before hopping onto my hand.

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I made my way to the porch, holding a freshly made apple pie with both hands and the basket with the chestnuts hanging from my bent arm. Sophie, as usual, was in my shirt chest pocket, peering out in excitement.

We saw Carmina and Tommy already there, a few bottles with sweet cider on the table. Carmina was setting the table while Tommy carried the grill. I smiled fondly, remembering the older woman assigning tasks and deciding Tommy would help her carrying the heavier stuff since she would need “the strength of a young man”. The boy had blushed slightly at the validating comment, and then accepted the assigned task with a smile.

Once it was all set and with the scent of roasting chestnuts filling the air, we were ready to start.

It was a delightful evening. Four people who couldn’t be more different sitting at the same table, laughing and enjoying a simple, yet delicious meal. The three humans couldn’t help glancing adoringly at the tiny girl sitting on the table by my side, totally unbothered by the giants surrounding her and happily digging into a chestnut that was bigger than her head. I was so happy that she was feeling so safe and confident around us.

“You were so right about the frixuelos, Sophie” I commented amusedly, “they didn’t last more than what, half an hour?”

“Told you so!” replied the child, and we all chuckled.

The sun had just set, and so our little party was over. There barely were leftovers, aside from some spare chestnuts. Carmina took them and solemnly threw them to the ground. “This is for the deceased to eat” she declared ceremoniously. Nor Tommy or I knew of the ritual, but we both nodded in respect. Sophie did seem to know though, as she stared longingly at the nuts on the grass covered ground. I cupped my hand around the child in a supportive gesture, and she leaned into it. No more words were needed; wherever her mom was, she would be safe and loved.

It was a good thing we had managed to find each other in these troubled times.

#giant/tiny #borrowers #g/t writing #folklore #asturies

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rassvetsky · 2 years

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Hi! First time doing this so I'm a bit nervous haha. As an idea maybe a meet cute with Eddie Munson as the reader being a part of the gang and they meet when, for an example, Steve and Robin need smth and reader either has it or helps them find it or smth. Just reader being a part of the gang and Eddie meeting them. Hope it gets you ideas!

Bonus points if you can make the reader a bit stupid and just a mess hahaha

Wish you well!

hi love, thank you so much for the request <3 it's quite short and rushed but i hope you like it! requests are always a blessing so you don't have to be nervous at all! have a wonderful day ^^ [bites you affectionately]

Culprit

eddie munson x gn!reader.

when you're brought to the hideout to meet this mysterious guitarist everyone's been gushing over for months, a small disaster ensues.

[1k] | clumsy!reader, meet-cute, dustin being paranoid, eddie being protective over his prized possessions, my poor english skills & mistakes you should definitely hmu about.

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated <3 not proofread.

When your friends brought you over to the Hideout to help set the stage before the show, you didn't plan on tripping over the thick cables connected to the amplifier and spilling your drink over the amp, not at all. And if you think about it, nobody ever trips on purpose- but Dustin was adamant about how Eddie, the guitarist whom they'd been trying to introduce you to for weeks, would definitely hate you forever for being so careless as you sat there, half-empty cup in your hands as your sad gaze met the heavy-looking equipment which wasn't buzzing with static the way it did before the incident. Steve stood over you, arms on either side of his torso with his mom mode turned on to a full, as Robin made her way towards the edge of the small stage to take a seat next to you.

"I'm pretty sure we can buy him a new one somewhere," she spoke, her voice barely over a whisper as you heaved a sigh. Dustin spoke before you could find a chance to, shaking his head feverishly. "Find something like that and come back before the show starts? Yeah, good luck! I accidentally tugged a bit hard on the tremolo of his guitar once and I swear, he tried to murder-"

"Jesus, just calm down, okay?" Steve finally intervened, his hand coming up to rest on Dustin's hair -disregarding his groans of protest which finally brought a half-smile on your lips- as he shrugged. Eddie might've been a terrible over-reacter at times, specifically if it was about things we had passion for, but surely, he wouldn't be that bad. "He'll be here in a few with the others. Yeah, he might hate you for it, but I'm sure he knows how to fix it or somethi- Oh, great."

"Why is my amp wet?"

Well, there goes Robin's master plan.

You turned around a bit at where you were seated, before jumping to your feet, palms clammy with anxiety as you watched the bundle of curls move side to side with each of his attempts at getting the amp to turn on. A bandana adorned the wild mess of his hair, big shiny eyes getting smaller with a rather adorable frown. When you finally managed to lift your gaze from the chains dangling from his jeans -strategically placed on the left side of his hips so that they wouldn’t scratch his guitar, you guessed-, a shaky breath escaped your lips. Although you were sure you could explain yourself, all of that courage slowly vanished when Dustin and Robin started tugging each other away from the future crime scene, a supportive smile on their lips. You returned your gaze to the boy before looking over at Steve, who only offered you a knowing look before walking over to the amp. "It's not that bad, right, Eddie?"

It was good to finally put a face to the name -which Dustin religiously talked about- but not like this. Not when you haven't even officially met him, and you were pretty sure he was going to hate your guts. "Just an accident!" you managed to blurt out in a meek manner, just as he started to speak while in the process of turning around. "Accident, really? It's Dustin, isn't it? I swear, if I get my hands on that little shrimp-"

He almost froze when he noticed you, right in front of him, realizing you were the one who spoke. Head tilting to the side slightly, as if he was studying you, knitting his brows as he raised one hand to get a hold of yours, to shake it. "Eddie Munson. May I ask who's the culprit, exactly?" he pointed out towards the amp, giving you enough time to take a deep breath before introducing yourself shortly, and getting quieter by the second. "It's me. I didn't mean to, though! I just tripped and- I'm very sorry, I'll pay for it."

Eddie met your eyes again, ignoring the way Steve's gaze was on both of you and the alarms blaring in his head were way too obvious to read, as he simply stared at you. His expression was far too unreadable, and you started to get uncomfortable- or scared, even, before his stoic scowl shaded off to a lopsided grin. "Did those dipshits scare you away from me, sweetheart?" he spoke, tone way softer than you thought it'd be like, as your eyes searched for Dustin and Robin in disbelief. "Jeff has a smaller spare in his car, I'll just ask him to fetch that. You'll pay if I can't fix it though." he trailed off, before offering you a wink and walking over to unplug the amp, leaving you speechless as you mindlessly followed him.

"So, you're not mad? Like, not at all?" you asked nervously, toying with the rings on your fingers. He just scoffed, rather playfully, before dangling the cord in his hand towards your direction. "If you didn’t seem as mortified as you are right now, I’d be. Lucky for you, I've been wanting to meet you for a while, so I’ll let this one pass." relaxing visibly upon his words, you nodded and brought your hands together on your back, shifting your weight between your two feet. "Well, thanks- I'll just join the rest, then." a smile tugged the ends of your lips upwards as you took a step backwards. "Good luck, Eddie."

"I hope you like the show, sweetheart."

As you dragged your feet towards the bar where your friends were waiting, you noticed Nancy grin towards you while she set her purse down on the bar. "You finally met Eddie, huh?" nodding slightly with your eyes following the curly metalhead, you took a deep breath and smiled, unknowing to the fact that you'd come here far too often from that point onwards to cheer for him after his shows, often with your fingers intertwined on your way to his van together afterward.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic

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imfromthemiddlekingdom · 11 months

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I have so much feels regarding Miriel and Feanor. If my mother, whom I love dearly and gave her life for me to live, were stated as being allowed to be reembodied but the only thing standing in her way of being able to is the fact that my father was a horny pos who wanted to fuck this blond bimbo and have babies with her, therefore depriving my mother of her chance at life FOREVER. I too would be resentful and full of hate for anything and everything that represented their Union and my mothers sundering from me.

Finwe and Indis are both in the wrong. He was so young when they wed and had Findis, he barely had time to process his mothers death, however temporary it may have been for an elf in Valinor, but then his dad went “hey so uh, I really want to have more kids and in order for me to do that your mother would have to stay dead forever! YOLO!” I would feel so much resentment not only to him but the other person who was responsible for this. He obviously couldn’t blame his dad, the only living parent he has, so he projects all his loathing and resentment of his father to Indis and her children and their children afterwards. Because how can he hate the last living parent he has when there’s a perfectly good target for all that pent up rage within sight that would not make him an orphan twice over?

You might object by saying that “one year of the year if the trees is like 10 sun years!!! He was perfectly grown!!! He should get over it!!!” But I ask you. How would you feel if your mother, who you either never had a chance to know or knew only sparingly when she was bed ridden died and your father took away her chance of being reunited with you? My father died of his own folly and stupidity and still I miss him to this day, if I lost my mother too I would be devistated beyond words, and we’re HUMAN. We know we only have one shot at life and no chance of reuniting with those who’ve passed on in our life time, but with elves, they can be reborn. They know that death is only temporary. So when your mother died you think to yourself, “I’ll just wait for her to feel better and then she can come back to me and father and we’ll be a family together again!” And that choice is taken from you, your mothers body, which was resting in the gardens or Lorien, is then gone and you now cannot even pretend that she is merely sleeping.

As far as I know, no living souls may visit the dead in the Halls, he no longer can hold his mothers hands and can no longer pretend that she is there, she was so sick when she passed that asking her to make a choice that would affect her for the rest of eternity isn’t the way to go. I suffer from severe depression, and in bad days I think I would be better if dead, and if I had lost my will to live and some godly being demanded that I make a choice right this moment(!!!) to return to life or be forever dead, I would have chosen to remain dead since I cannot think of why living would be better. To put so much pressure on a dead woman, who may or may not have died due to postpartum depression, is not the way to go in any situation where Finwe may have wanted to get a divorce or have more kids.

Elves are immortal, they do not die, why can’t Finwe not wait for who was supposed to be the love of his life? Why did Indis, a supposed friend of Miriels, decide that her getting her happily ever after is worth sundering her FRIEND from her son forever? Why does Indis get her happily ever after and Miriel does not? I can see why Feanor would be so against Indis and her children because under similar circumstances I would have been the same, seeing others get what was promised to me, in the blessed lands where everything was supposed to be BETTER and not getting it anyways is a recipe of disaster.

I do not feel any sympathy for Indis, not really, not when she willingly deprived her stepson of a chance for a mother, not when she willingly agreed to have kids with someone knowing that one of his kids would never have that fea bond with his mother ever again. I cannot sympathize with her selfish desire for dick, not when it hurt a child, which was what Feanor was.

I cannot imagine how Feanor might’ve felt seeing his half siblings with their mother and feeling that gaping hole in his soul knowing that I order for them to exist his mother is gone forever. To look at his brothers and sisters and see what may have been if his mother didn’t put so much of her into him, and feeling so guilty that “if only I didn’t exist my mother would still be alive”. To have it rubbed in his face, no matter how unintentionally, by his father and his new wife when Findis was a newborn that, maybe just maybe, some of the rumors are right and that him and his mother truly are marred because Indis bore a child successfully without dying so there MUST be something wrong with them.

To have that reminder of your mothers death constantly for years and have your father be so happy with his new family that it seems like he’s forgetting all your mother represented, to have the Noldor replace your mother, one of the people who represented what the Noldor are, with one of those golden Vanya princess, is unimaginable to me.

Maybe it’s a personal character flaw of myself but if I were in Feanors shoes I may have done something worse than pull a sword of my half brother when he was trying to convince my only surviving parent to disavow me.

#the silmarillion #feanor #miriel #Indis #house of finwe #sons of finwe #finwe

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slightlyslytherinthings · 1 year

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Secret fears Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 (final)

Include: Y/N, Sebastian, Ominis (some side characters as well)

Trigger warning: angst, crucio

It will be split into parts.

As the DADA class begin Prof. Hecat welcomed the students and started to explain the todays lesson.

"Good morning everyone, this day lesson, I want to teach you a quite important spell, it will help you face your fears and to overcome them."

Unsure what that meant, everyone was looking at each other. You looked at your best friends, Ominis and Sebastian. Sebastian whispered to you, "Don't worry. I think she is speaking of the ridiculous charm."

"Ridiculous charm?", you asked. "Yes it can be used to defeat boggarts.", he explained. Even more confused you questioned, "Boggarts?"

"Mr. Sallow, instead of only explaining it to Y/LN. Why don't you bless the whole class with your knowledge?"

"Sorry. Prof. Hecat. The ridiculous charm is a spell to defeat boggerts, which forms into the observer's worst fear. By casting it you have to think about something funny, to turn the boggart into something amusing. The incarnation word is "Riddikulus".", Sebastian explain.

"Correct. 10 points to Slytherin.", Hecat said with approval. "Now I want all of you to perfom the wand movements as I do and speak clearly the incarnation 'Riddikulus.'"

After everyone in the class tried to follow Hecate up, you messed the performance up. "Y/N, what are you doing- wait let me help you" Sebastian said amused by your hilarious movement. He put his hand over yours and guided you to move it correctly. Your face expression quietly thanked him. He grinned at his success pridefully.

"What is a lesson without real practice" Hecat continue, "I want you to line up before the wardrobe."

As Hecat moved the tables and chairs to the side, every student moved to the middle in a crowd. With whispers of any direction, about what everyons worst fear might be and already try to get a clue how to shape it into something funny. You heard someone say, "...that is going to be so good, knowing what Sallow fears, will surely help me to win the next duel." You tried to recognize who said that and searched where the voice where coming from. Of course, Leander just said that. You tried to bottle up the urge to punch him, for talking like that over Sebastian. Sebastian noticed your frustration and calmed you. "Don't worry this fool will never have the chance to win a duel against me." he winked at you.

The first in line was Everrett who was first quite confident but as Hecat open the wardrobe, a wibbly wobbly thing just came up and shaped in different ways just before it got a clear shape of Everretts worst fear.

He was not exactly knowing what he feared, maybe some beasts, maybe even Imelda who won in a broom racing duel and humiliating him in front of everyone but for his surprise it was his broom, which he worked so hard for and saved up every knut to buy the one in his intrest for so long. Just laying there in tiny pieces with brand marks.

With a devastating look on his face he heard laughter behind him. He started to rationalize and concentrate again, with a smooth hand performance he said "Riddikulus". As the spell hit the boggart it starts turning in a huge stink bomb exploding in same secound.

Everyone was coughing, and screaming, some even started to gag. You pressed your robe on your nose to cover it, the smell was awful, like rotting meat. The tables had turned, Everett was the only one laughing. "Quite good execution, you will earn house points for that but for putting your classmates in such a disaster, I will also have to give you minus points. It's 0 then." Hecat confessed, covering her nose and performing a spell to distinguish the smell.

"Next one please", as you heard Prof. Hecat. You could feel hands on your back pushing you forward. You were nervous not of the fear itself but what possibly would be your fear. You overcome a lot of things in the last years. You escaped death so often, you faced to many dreadful things you couldn't imagine what could be the worst one. You look to Sebastian, who gave you a comforting glance, which expresses that he is believing in you and your capabilities. As you moved forward closer to the boggart. You still tried to figur it out, dark wizards, trolls and goblins or even spiders weren't so scary at all anymore since you already encountered so many of them, you got used to it. What could it be then?

You stayed straight towards the boggart, watching quite closely what it could turn into. It took a while as you could start to see a silhouette, you started to deny it. As you could finally see what the boggart assumed your worst fear, you got immensely confused. Not knowing what that supposed to mean. Concluding from the fast whispers behind you, it was clear that you weren't the only one being confused. As you look over your shoulder to Everrett who also tried to riddle why the boggart turn into that. Leander also was confused and frowning giving you a serious side eye. Your eyes filled with perplexity wandering to Sebastian searching for comfort and support. But his confidant smile turned into disbelief, he himself looked like he would face his own fear.

You could see Ominis nearing his head to Sebastian to ask him in what creature the boggart turned into. But Sebastian couldn't answer, he was crushed by not knowing what that supposed to mean.

You know you had to face it, so you tried to bring up confidence, even without support from Sebastian. Saying to yourself, you have to overcome it and to find out what that boggart is trying, in fact you got furious that this vicious beasts is playing games with you.

With a deep breath you looked straight into your fear into that boggart. The fear that you faced was no one else then Sebastian.

Sebastian Sallow, well the boggart, who portraits itself as Sebastian Sallow. Started taking a wand to his hand. You unsure what it supposed to mean, positioned your wand in the direction of the Sebastian-boggart. But you hesitate to cast the ridiculous charm, since you forgot in the heat of moment to think about something funny infact, you were far from hilarious thoughts. Because you begin to realize which fear you were exactly facing. For your classmates they could assum it was about a silly crush towards him. But it was darker than that, darker than those innocent teenagers around you could possible even imagine.

The boggart performed with the wand movements of a charm you unfortunately knew to well. You couldn't speak or move, infact you felt petrified. As the boggart called the cruciatus curse on you. You fall on to your knees, your limbs started to cramp, putting your hands toward your chest with pain, your eyes nearly rolled into your head.

Hecat intervene after a moment of shook, not knowing to expect something like that to happend.

As Natty stormed foward, "Riddikulus!" she said turning the Sebastian boggart into colibris. Hecat performaned a spell to capture the boggart back to the wardrobe. She dismissed the class with an exercise to write an essay about boggarts and that everyone should try to think about their fear and how to overcome them. She ordered Everrett and Natty to help her carry you to St. Mungos. You blacked out as they grabbed your arms to get you up.

#hogwarts legacy #slytherin #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian x reader #ominis gaunt

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 1 year

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Devotional Hours Within the Bible

by J.R. Miller

Under God's Wings (Psalms 36:7)

“How priceless is Your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge under the shadow of Your wings!”

Some of the most expressive illustrations of the divine love and care employed in the Bible, are taken from the ways of birds. For example, this beautiful figure of a bird sheltering her young under her wings, runs through all the Scriptures, as a picture of God’s sheltering love.

We find it often. Boaz welcomed Ruth from her heathen home to the land of Israel, “The Lord recompense your work, and a full reward be given you of the Lord God of Israel, under whose wings you are come to trust.” In one of the Psalms we find the words, “My soul takes refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.” In another Psalm is the prayer, “Hide me under the shadow of your wings, from the wicked that oppress me.�� In still another Psalm is this word of confidence, “He shall cover you with his feathers, and under his wings shall you trust.” Then, in the New Testament, our Lord gives the picture yet added beauty and sweeter and more sacred meaning, by His wonderful adaptation of it to Himself. Addressing those who had resisted His love, He said, with a great pain at His heart,” O Jerusalem, Jerusalem. .. how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings !”

Thus the image is a favorite one in the Bible. Here it is expressed in words of great beauty: “How priceless is Your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge under the shadow of Your wings!” While a picture of a bird sheltering her young beneath her wings is before us, let us think of the wings of God and what is beneath them.

They are wings of mercy. “How priceless is Your unfailing love!” This is mercy kindness to the undeserving. Under God’s wings is a place for penitent sinners. If it were a place only for good people, sinless people it would have little comfort for us. The angels might go in there but we could not. But it is a place for sinners.

When you look closely, you see that the wings of God are stained with blood. Some birds, when defending their young, put their own bodies between them and the danger, themselves receiving the stroke that was meant to destroy their offspring. Open your Bible and you find that Jesus has been wounded. Up there, amid the bright glory of heaven, He appears as One that has been slain. Look at His hands, those hands that always were so gentle and there are great wounds upon them! Look at His feet, those sacred feet that bore Him on so many errands of love, that the penitent woman kissed and wetted with her tears, and there are wound - prints in them! Look at His side, over His heart, that heart which throbbed with so much tenderness and love and compassion; and there you see a spear-wound! You ask how Jesus received these five wounds, and you are pointed to the answer, “He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities. .. with His stripes we are healed.” Then you understand it. Jesus interposed His own blessed body to receive the woundings that would have fallen upon us. That is the meaning of the blood upon the wings of God. The wounds were received in saving us. Beneath these wings is mercy, because LOVE has suffered for us!

The wings of God are wide-spreading. You have seen a hen stretch out her wings to cover her brood; yet hers are not broad wings. They can shelter only her own little family. God’s wings are infinitely broader. For six thousand years they have been gathering human souls under their blessed shelter and yet there is room!

In Malachi, there is a wonderful word which speaks of the coming Messiah as a Sun, the Sun of Righteousness, whose spreading beams are likened to wings, under which there is healing. Think how widely the sun’s radiant beams reach, when that orb is in the zenith. God’s wings spread over every spot on earth, in which is a penitent soul. We know how the invitations ring out to the weary, the sinful, the lost. The God of the Bible is the God of the sinning and the sorrowing and of those who have failed and fallen. His love is as wide as the human race and as free as the sunshine. No sinner has fallen so low but that the wings of God can reach out over him. There is room beneath these wings for all classes for the happy children, for the strong young people, for the feeble old people.

Sometimes there seems to be no place on earth for the aged. They cannot keep pace any more with the hurrying ranks, and drop behind. Sometimes even the children, whom they sheltered in infancy, for whom they toiled, suffered, and sacrificed; appear to forget to keep a warm nest for their parents in their old age. But there is one place where aged Christians are never in the way. There is one home from whose door they are never turned away. There is room under the wings of God for the aged. God’s voice is heard saying: “I will be your God throughout your lifetime until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you!” How many dear aged people, has God folded to sleep as gently as ever a mother folded her babe to her bosom!

So there is room for all the wise man and the ignorant, the strong and the weak, the healthy and the trembling invalid, life’s victors and the defeated, the pure and gentle and innocent, and the worst sinners. These wings of God are wide-spreading.

God’s wings are gentle. The warmest nests in this world, are those which human love prepares for its dear ones. We know how the mothers tuck their babes away in their little cribs, with pillow of down and soft blankets. We know how warm and gentle a place every true and happy home is for children to rest in and grow up in. We know what tenderness a noble, manly husband prepares for the wife he loves and takes into the shelter of his strength. We know what tenderness many a friendship makes for the life that it enfolds, throwing about it life’s fondest gentleness, blessing it with all delicate thoughtfulness and attentive ministry, and sheltering it from life’s rude storms and harsh contacts.

We all long for tenderness. To live without it is dreary indeed. It is a blessed thing that it comes to us in so many sweet ways in life. But the love of God is gentler than the fondest human gentleness. Have you ever thought how suggestive of tenderness, warmth, and softness the wings of a bird are? There is something almost human in the way the mother-bird cares for her young. What is softer than the downy feathers she spreads over them?

Some birds build their nests on a rock. Underneath it is bare, cold, and hard. But what do the young birds care, so long as over them they feel the warm covering of the mother-bird’s feathers? Some of God’s children find the earthly nest under them bare and cold. They have to endure the experiences of poverty. Their lot has in it many hardships. They have trials. At times afflictions are their portion. Not all have human love’s tenderness about them.

Not every heart’s nest in this world is lined with down. There are homes that are not gentle. There are lives with fine feelings and sensibilities, which move as amid briars and thorns and are hurt every day! There are many whose relations with others are not of the kind to give comfort. There are children who do not know what the refinements of gentle home-love are. There are hearts that are hurt by ingratitude, by coldness, by rudeness, by incessant unkindness, by unfaithfulness, by betrayal, by wrong and injustice. But the gentleness of God is over all who will nestle beneath it and it never fails, never lacks in tenderness.

What a warm place this is to which to flee in time of sorrow! Some of us do not yet understand this. We cannot see the stars until the sun goes down and night comes. We cannot know the marvelous tenderness of God, while yet we are surrounded and overshadowed and blessed by rich and unbroken human tenderness. There are many things about the love of God which we cannot learn until we lose earth’s good things.

Again and again people say in their times of bereavement and sore trial: “I cannot understand the experience I am having. I felt as the sorrow approached, that I could not possibly endure it, that my heart would break. But when it came, there seemed to be something enfolding me, so that I was not crushed but could even sing in my grief and loss.” A friend wrote once, when he was watching beside his brother’s deathbed, that he was learning not so much the meaning of sorrow as he was learning the meaning of God’s comfort. Some of us understand this from our own experience. As we entered the valley of grief, and the darkness deepened about us we felt a Presence we could not see; the darkness seemed to be struck through with a soft, heavenly light. There was something we could not describe, which strangely comforted us, keeping us calm and quiet.

We call sorrow a shadow, and we talk about it falling upon us, and deepening, until sometimes all the light of earth is obscured. But it is the shadow of God’s wings. What seems darkness is only the darkening of earth’s dim lights, that heaven’s light may shine about us. Sorrow, for a Christian, is not God’s withdrawal ; it is His nearer coming. We shall never know how warm and soft a place there is beneath the wings of love until we creep there out of earth’s nights and blasts of storm.

In this world we nestle only, as it were, under the outer edge of this broad shadow. We do not, therefore, experience the fullness, the best, the blessedness which lies up nearer the divine heart. Then, what we call dying is, for a Christian only going in deeper beneath these wings. God’s grace is very sweet, even on the earth but heaven is far better.

There is a great comfort for us in this lesson, when we stand by the bedside of our believing friends and watch them pass into the shadow which we call death. It is painful for us to have them go out of our arms into the strange mystery. Yet they only nestled up closer up under God’s wings! That is the true meaning of dying.

Notice what this Psalm tells us is under these wings of God. There are four things.

Satisfaction is the first. “They shall be abundantly satisfied!”

Joy is the second. “You give them drink from your river of delights.”

Life, larger, fuller life, is the third. “With you is the fountain of life.”

Light is the fourth. “In your light we shall see light.”

These four great blessings are found beneath the wings of God satisfaction, joy, life, light.

When we are dwelling beneath the wings of God, and under these wings have such marvelous blessings why should we ever be afraid? Why should we dread to see our Christian friends pass out of this life! To depart and be with Christ is very far better!

God’s wings are also wings of refuge. “How priceless is your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of your wings!” When the storm comes, the mother-bird gathers her young beneath her wings and shelters them, bearing herself the pelting of the hail but keeping them safe and warm. So Christ gathers His people beneath the wings of His love when the tempest breaks upon them.

“What tempest? From what do we need a refuge?” Does anyone ask the question! Have you never felt the need of a refuge for your own life? Have you never felt yourself driven by fears, by dangers, by alarms, by the wild tempests of sorrow or of doubt needing some refuge, some secure place to hide, where you would be safe from the angry strifes?

In all such times and experiences, there is a refuge beneath the wings of God! There is a refuge there, because it is mercy’s place. Under the wings of the cherubim, was the mercy seat. We have sinned. We need atonement. Those who flee beneath God’s wings, beneath the outstretched arms of the cross have nothing to fear from their sins. They are forgiven. “There is now no condemnation.”

But this is not the only sense in which the wings of God give a refuge to men. You know the restful feeling that steals over one when after a day out in the world, amid its strifes, cares, and competitions, its babble of tongues, its insincerities, its disappointments; he enters his own sweet and happy home and shuts his door. Home is a refuge to his heart. He finds love there, sincerity, no enmity, no competition, no sharp dealing. God is home to the human soul that trusts in Him, “Lord, you have been our dwelling - place from all generations!”

There is a sense in which a noble, true, and faithful human life is a refuge to many others. But the best human refuges are only frail and temporary. You turn some day for shelter and find your friend dead. Then when the shock comes, the temptation, the sorrow, the fear, the danger -and you want to fly to him, he is not there, and you are left to fall. Human refuges are well in their place, as gifts of God, as shelters for an hour ; but you need to have the Rock of Ages for your refuge! Then you will never find your hiding place removed, when you need to flee into it. In any hour you can creep into that shelter, and sing:

Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Your bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on You is stayed, All my help from You I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Your wing.

#James Russell Miller #Devotional Hours Within the Bible #Under God's Wings #Psalms 36:7 #March 13 #2023

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Returning Home Chapter 7- Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Thorin Oakenshield x Bellarose Baggins

Description: After leaving Rivendell the Company comes across a thunder battle, where Thorin manages to anger Bellarose within two seconds after potential disaster. Unfortunately they don't get to resolve anything before they come into contact with Goblins.

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The next morning, just like Thorin previously said, the Company was up and moving right at dawn. The sky was still pink as they made their way up one of the pathways that lead away from Rivendell. As they reached the exit of the valley Thorin stopped and stepped to the side so he could address the others.

“Be on your guard, we’re about to step over the edge of the wild,” he said. “Balin, you know these paths. Lead on.”

“Aye,” the older Dwarf responded before taking his place at the front. Bellarose was also near the front of the group so they wouldn’t lose her, but she still stopped to get one last glance at the beautiful valley. She hated having to leave so soon. She didn’t acknowledge the Dwarves passing her until Thorin continued.

“Bellarose, I suggest you keep up,” he added, making her look at him. She nodded silently, stepping behind Bifur as he squeezed through the exit.

The Company made incredible progress considering the time crunch they were on. They hooked through the wilderness of Middle Earth, over ranges, mountains and plains until they finally got to the Misty Mountains. The trail was narrow and dangerous with a cliff on one side and steep drop on the other. A fierce storm rolled in not even a minute after they began traversing the trail. It rained so hard Bellarose almost couldn’t see in front of her. She held onto Kili’s sleeve as they walked just to make sure.

“We must find shelter!” Thorin yelled behind him, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to last much longer in these conditions. No one answered him, instead Dwalin suddenly shouted at them to watch out. Upon looking up Bellarose saw a massive boulder hurtling through the air, hitting the mountain above them. The Company pressed themselves against the mountain as rock and rubble fell around them.

“This is no thunderstorm,” Balin realized aloud. “It’s a thunder battle! Look!” As if on cue a stone giant came into view, ripping off a massive boulder from the top of the mountain.

“Well bless me, the legends are true,” Bofur exclaimed in awe, stepping closer to the edge of the trail. “Giants! Stone Giants!”

“Take cover, you’ll fall!” Thorin yelled, pulling him back.

“What’s happening?” Cried Kili as the giant threw the boulder at a second stone giant, which appeared behind them. The boulder hit the second one head on (literally), which caused the mountain to shake. Bellarose held on tighter to the younger Durin as the rocks beneath them began to give way from the impacts of the falling rocks. Then the ground between Kili and Fili (who was right in front of his brother), effectively separating the Company.

“Kili! Grab my hand! Kee!” Fili called, but it was no use as the piece carrying Kili, Bellarose, and several other members began to move.

“What’s happening?” She heard Ori question, sounding scared. The girl couldn’t answer and instead held onto the younger Prince tightly as the piece of mountain they as well as a few others stood on continued to sway. Kili covered Bellarose as the piece fell into the mountain with a loud bang similar to a clap of thunder. They boy landed on top of her, the two of them falling into a heap and grunting at the impact. Faintly she could hear Thorin yell Kili’s name in anguish as the mountain piece they were previously on fell, revealing the groups to each other.

“It’s alright! They’re alive!” Gloin exclaimed from behind Thorin. Bellarose rested a hand against her thumping heart and sighed in relief. She glanced around to make sure everyone was okay, then her eyes widened.

“Where’s Bilbo? Where is my brother?” She cried, which caught the others’ attention. It only took a moment of looking around before they found him dangling over the edge.

“Bilbo! Grab my hand!” Bofur exclaimed, attempting to reach for the Hobbit’s hand. Ori wasn’t far behind him, which prompted Dori to call a word of caution to him. Bellarose bit her nails worriedly as she watched the scene unfold (she knew she’d just get in the way if she tried to help), then looked over as Thorin moved to the edge. A loud gasp left her lips as he dropped down, also dangling as he grasped Bilbo’s arm, hoisting him up into Bofur and Or’s hands. She and Dwalin rushed over to aid Thorin up.

“I thought we’d lost our burglar,” Dwalin breathed out.

“He’s been lost ever since he left home,” Thorin grumbled, which made Bellarose’s jaw drop in surprise. “He should have never come. He has no place amongst us. Come on.” With that, he turned away and led them to what looked to be a large cave. The girl stared at him in shock for a moment as Bilbo stood, then she offered him a reassuring look.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s not thinking right now,” she muttered, patting his shoulder comfortingly. Immediately her smile dropped as she began following the King. Once they reached the cave he removed his arms but kept a grip on her hand.

“It looks safe enough,” Dwalin said simply.

“Search to the back,” Thorin instructed. “Caves in the mountains are seldom unoccupied.” After several dwarves searched as far as the cave would go, Thorin gave the all clear.

“Right then,” Gloin said with a sigh. “Let’s get a fire started.”

“No,” Thorin said immediately. “No fires. Not in this place. Get some sleep, we start at first light.”

“We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us,” Balin pointed out. “That was the plan.”

“Plans change,” the King answered simply before looking at Bofur. “Bofur, you take the first watch.” Bellarose set her bag down near the back of the cave then sat down. As she began to settle down for the night, she felt someone plop down beside her. Upon looking over, she realized that it was Thorin. A frown settled on her lips as she turned away from him, laying on her makeshift pallet. She could practically feel the Dwarf’s confusion at the gesture.

“Is something wrong, Bellarose?” The King questioned. He received no response from the girl. Maybe it was immature to give him the silent treatment, but she was angry and hurt about what he said about her brother. Sure he may have been clumsy at times, but he was out of his element here. He risked a lot by joining this Company but Thorin didn’t seem to understand or appreciate that. What he said was completely out of line, and unfair to Bilbo. So, instead of saying anything, she laid down and faced away from Thorin, trying to fall asleep.

Thankfully she did just a few minutes later, but it felt like no time had passed before she heard someone yelling for everyone to wake up. She groaned softly, then huffed in annoyance. Couldn’t this wait just a few more minutes? Apparently not because she’d barely opened her eyes before the floor beneath the entire Company cracked then fell from under them. This was no floor at all, it was a trap! Everyone screamed as they fell down a chute, slid through a tunnel then finally landed in what looked to be a giant wooden cage. Bellarose groaned as Nori fell on top of her, earning a pained apology from the Dwarf.

As the Company attempted to get up a horde of goblins suddenly raced at them full force. The Hobbit didn’t even have time to scream as they were attacked. The goblins took their weapons away before beginning to drag them down a vast network of tunnels and wooden bridges. Bellarose kicked and screamed (like everyone else) the entire time until one of the goblins grew tired of her and just picked her up from behind, carrying her the rest of the way to wherever they were going.

Eventually they ended up in a large almost arena type room. Bellarose’s best understanding was that it was some sort of throne room. If it wasn’t for the giant throne in the middle of the room, the equally large goblin wearing a crown while sitting on it definitely gave it away. What an ugly creature he was, too. He was far larger than any other goblin in the room and had warts all over his swinging chin. Bellarose couldn’t help but shiver at his mace, which was topped with a skull. She was dropped unceremoniously by the goblin that held her then managed to stand again in time to watch the King jump off his throne, trampling several goblin servants in the process before approaching the Company.

“Who would be so bold as to come into my kingdom?” He questioned. “Spies? Thieves? Assassins?”

“Dwarves, Your Malevolence,” one of the Goblins that had been a part of the capture responded with a small bow.

“Dwarves?” The King repeated.

“We found them on the front porch,” another one added.

“Well, don’t just stand there, search them! Every crack, every crevice” he demanded before facing the Company. “What are you doing in these parts? Speak!’ The Company just looked between themselves unsurely once their weapons had been taken away. When the King realized that he wouldn’t get an immediate answer, he continued.

“Well then, if they will not talk, we’ll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest.” He pointed directly at Bellarose as he finished speaking, making her eyes widen.

“Wait!” Yelled Thorin. Kili pulled the Hobbit beside him before moving to stand in front of her protectively as Thorin stepped forward, which surprised the King.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the Mountain,” he bowed dramatically to the Dwarf, then paused. “Oh, but I’m forgetting, you don’t have a mountain. And you’re not a king. Which makes you nobody, really. I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg.”

“Azog the Defiler was destroyed,” Thorin said gravely, refusing to believe what he was hearing. “He was slain in battle long ago.”

“So you think his defiling days are done, do you?” The Goblin King laughed before facing a tiny goblin, which sat in a basket in the air with a slate in his hands. “Send word to the Pale Orc - tell him I have found his prize.” The small goblin wrote down the message, then pulled a lever which caused the basket to start sliding down a system of ropes and pulleys while he cackled. Bellarose found herself looking at Thorin, both concerned and worried. Though he didn’t outright show it she could see that he seemed to be in the same boat, which didn’t make her feel any better.

“Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! You’ll be beaten and battered, from racks you’ll be hung. You will lie down here and never be found, down in the deep of Goblintown,” the King sang jovially as dozens of goblins entered the throne room carrying what looked to be instruments of torture.

Bellarose’s attention suddenly turned to that goblin servant when he suddenly gasped. He threw down the sword he was holding, landing in view of all the goblins. The goblins all seemed to recognize it because they retreated from it, howling in fear and rage. The Goblin King ran back to his throne like a scared child, turning to point back at the sword once he reached it.

“I know that sword! It is the Goblin Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks,” he cried out. As he spoke the rest of the goblins began whipping the Company with ropes and leaping upon them, biting and slashing them in the process.

“Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!” The King yelled out, which only spurred his subjects on.

Bellarose gasped in pain as one of the whips hit her back, making her fall forward. Just faintly she heard Thorin call her name worriedly but she couldn’t look at him as a goblin grabbed her and began yanking at her arm so hard she believed it would fall off. She attempted to pull away from it with all her might, but it seemed to have an iron grip on her.

That is, until a massive explosion of light suddenly blinded everyone. With the light came a shockwave so powerful that it flung goblins, destroyed the torture machines and knocked everyone else down. After a moment most of the lights in the area faded away, which allowed the Hobbit to see once again. She looked up in time to see a tall shadow with a pointy hat appear, walking towards the Company. It was Gandalf! She had never been so happy to see the Gray Wizard in her life.

“Take up arms. Fight,” he instructed the Company, and when they didn’t do anything at first he yelled. “Fight!” That got everyone up and they began fighting the goblins that surrounded them. Bellarose ducked down to grab her sword from the troll cave and turned just in time to stab a smaller goblin straight through the chest.

“He wields the Foe Hammer, the Beater, bright as daylight!” The Goblin King cried out, pointing at the sword Gandalf wielded. The Hobbit paid no attention however as some of the Company began heading towards their pile of weapons, which she stood beside. She crouched down and began passing weapons to the others.

“Bellarose watch out!” Fili yelled from somewhere she couldn’t see. She turned around quickly then gasped in surprise as the Goblin King ran at her, swinging his mace. Out of nowhere Thorin jumped forward and deflected the goblin’s blow, which caused him to stumble backwards and fall off the edge of the platform they stood on into the dark depths below.

“Follow me. Quick! Run!” Gandalf yelled, beginning to run down a long pathway leading away from the throne room. Bellarose was hauled up by Fili and they ran after the Wizard side by side, cutting down goblins around them. Despite how many they were taking down, there were still hundreds of goblins following them.

“Quickly!”

“Faster!”

“Post!” Dwalin yelled after seeing the horde of goblins running at them from the front. Without the need for any more instruction, several of the Dwarves cut a guardrail post from the side of the path, grabbing it and holding it like a massive spear as they charged at the oncoming goblins. The post swept the creatures away which allowed them passage down the path, taking out any other ones that got close enough with their designated weapons.

The path felt like it lasted forever, and the Hobbit girl was growing concerned with how tired she was getting. She didn’t have the stamina or strength of a Dwarf - even Ori’s strength surpassed her. At this point she was basically relying on adrenaline. Finally the Company managed to get to a bridge between two walls of the cavern. As they tried to cross it the Great Goblin suddenly broke through from underneath the bridge and pulled himself up. The Company was forced to halt so they didn’t get too close, which allowed the hundreds of goblins to approach them from all sides.

“You thought you could escape me?” The Goblin King laughed, swinging his mace twice at Gandalf. The Wizard almost fell as he stumbled back to avoid the weapon, nearly taking Bellarose with him as she attempted to catch him. Thankfully the Company helped him catch his balance.

“What are you going to do now, Wizard?” The King questioned menacingly. In response Gandalf leapt forward and stuck the goblin in the eye with his staff, causing the King to drop his mace and clutch his face in pain as he cried out. With his stomach no longer guarded the Wizard sliced the Goblin King which made him fall to his knees, holding his stomach.

“That’ll do it,” he nodded, practically accepting defeat. Gandalf swung his sword one final time and sliced the King’s neck. Finally the goblin fell down dead, and his heavy weight unfortunately caused the bridge to start shaking.

Before anyone could move the section of bridge the Company stood on broke away and began sliding down the side of the cavern. The bridge slid at a terrific speed down the cavern’s wall, demolishing everything in its way. The Company gripped onto whatever part they could of the bridge and each other, screaming in terror. Bellarose clung to Fili, the Dwarf’s free hand holding onto a support beam of the bridge so they didn’t fly off. Finally the bridge slowed down and landed at the base of the cavern. The force caused the bridge to break apart, burying the Company in timber and wood. Bellarose thankfully managed to roll out from under the debris also using the force of their fall. Gandalf stood up from the pile of wreckage and inspected the others, who were still stuck in the wreckage.

“Well, that could have been worse,” Bofur said optimistically as he sat up. His words immediately came back to bite him as the body of the Goblin King suddenly landed on the wreckage, squishing the Company further. The girl flinched, happy that she wasn’t in that, as Dwalin yelled out.

“You’ve got to be joking!” The Hobbit quickly stood and began helping the others out from under the goblin. After helping Oin and Gloin out of the wreckage her gaze fell on Kili, and was confused to see him staring up in shock.

“Gandalf!” He cried out as Bellarose followed his gaze to see thousands of goblins running after them, which made her gasp.

“Oh!”

“There’s too many!” Dwalin called. “We can’t fight them.”

“Only one thing will save us: daylight!” The Wizard exclaimed quickly. “Come on! Here, on your feet!” The Company got up with a newly found haste. Bellarose got to work helping Ori out before she was swooped away by Fili, who held a tight grip on her wrist as they all ran after Gandalf down a dark corridor.

After a few minutes of running the Hobbit sighed in relief as daylight filled what appeared to be the exit of this cursed place. The Company picked up their pace and ran down the side of the steep, tree covered mountain. Once they figured that they were safe the Company slowed to a stop to catch her breath. Bellarose couldn’t help but laugh in relief as the adrenaline continued to rush through her, and she found herself hugging Fili excitedly. Gandalf took a quick headcount, then paused.

“Where’s Bilbo? Where is our other Hobbit?” He questioned, borderline demanded. Bellarose immediately began looking around desperately. This couldn’t be good. Dwalin cursed the Hobbit, then attempted to blame Dori, to which the Dwarf vehemently denied.

“Well, where did you last see him?” The girl asked worriedly, gripping onto his arm.

“I think I saw him slip away when they first collared us,” Nori spoke up hesitantly.

“And what happened exactly?” Gandalf asked. “Tell me!”

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Thorin retorted bitterly. “Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it.”

“No,” Bellarose shook her head quickly. “He wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes he would,” snapped the Dwarf. “He has thought of nothing but his soft bed and warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door. We will not be seeing our Hobbit again, he is long gone.” While everyone seemed disappointed, Bellarose became angry.

“Thorin would you just-”

“No, he isn’t,” a new voice spoke from behind them. Bellarose turned around as Bilbo stepped out from behind a tree. Immediately her anger was replaced with joy and she rushed over to him.

“Bilbo!” She exclaimed in relief as she jumped into her brother’s arms. As the siblings embraced, several others surrounded him, also exclaiming joyfully.

“How on earth did you get past the Goblins?” Balin questioned as they finally gave him some space.

“Well, what does it matter? He’s back,” Gandalf responded for the Hobbit.

“It matters,” Thorin countered, which made everyone look at him once again as he walked over to the Hobbit suspiciously. “I want to know. Why did you come back?” Bellarose was ready to scold the King, but stopped when Bilbo placed a hand on her shoulder. He offered her a reassuring grin before looking around.

“Look, I know you have doubted me. I know you always have. And you’re right, I often think of Bag-End. I am not like Bellarose who is always ready to jump at the chance for adventure. I miss my books, and my arm chair and my garden. See, that’s where I belong; that’s home. And that’s why I came back. Because…you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you, but I will help you get it back if I can.”

His answer understandably surprised everyone, but no one said anything at first. Bellarose hesitantly glanced at Thorin only to see him already looking at her. A small smile appeared on her face when she noticed the repentant look in his eyes after hearing Bilbo’s speech. There was hope for him yet. The moment was interrupted when they suddenly heard the howl of a pack of Wargs. That meant only one thing. Orcs were near.

“Out of the frying pan,” Thorin muttered, glancing at Gandalf.

“And into the fire,” the Wizard concluded. “Run.” Without a second thought the Company began running away. As long as they stayed together, they could get through anything.

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Marezan the Dull

The dossier detailing Marezan Whetstone's list of former students is nearly as long as that detailing the list of complaints against him. A meddler, an inveterate busybody, and someone who even among the Sidereal Exalted believes herself to know best, Marezan Whetstone was sifu to hundreds of students: Sidereals, gods, others who wanted a taste of her obscure martial arts. Too, she was a curator of the sword, having been a scholar of Vaneha's Imperial Daiklave in her mortal life. Unfortunately, Marezan's method of cultivation usually involves making everything worse, then waving at his students and telling them to have fun! It's true that her students achieve record heights in record time, but most of them end up sending letters of gratitude from afar lest Marezan get it into her head that their skills need brushing up.

And then disaster struck, and Marezan lost her edge. The deathknight Wheel and Weight of Grinding Time impaled Marezan with a lance of countervalent hours and killed him -- or so we all thought. Even so, Marezan clung to life. These days he's a shadow of what he once was, but he's alive, and the Abyssals have shown their hand. So she gathers a new crop of students, furiously training them to sharper and sharper points, in order that we might survive what's to come.

Marezan wears a checkered white-olive overrobe embroidered with gold like a cloak around her shoulders. Underneath that, the ceremonial armor of Vanehan high military, though Clan Uema's seal has worn away entirely over the century since he Exalted. Marezan was cursed or blessed with chaotically ambiguous gender, and enjoys it, though she'll pick one or the other for a resplendent destiny. He usually wields a starmetal daiklave named Synchrony, but he once had a variety of swords for every occasion -- most of which were stolen or lost in the years of his presumed death. He is attempting to synthesize the Constellation of the Spear into a new martial art. This, her antagonistically manipulative and prideful bearing, and her current position much lower on the food chain, have caused many former enemies to come out of the woodwork.

Caste: Secrets

Birth Sign: The Spear

Exaltation Sign: The Treasure Trove

#hour in rainbow #category 5 blorbo incident

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Liability: Chapter 4

Summary: A mating bond is supposed to be sacred, right? It seems to be working out just fine for everyone but him. At the first Solstice Lucien tries to spend with the Inner Circle, just to see his mate, everything goes wrong. The second Solstice is even more of a disaster than the first one. And there seems to be no end to his descent to rock bottom. As Lucien navigates his everchanging bonds with family, old and new friends, and enemies, his thoughts race towards self-destruction, only halted by a mischievous and dangerous glimmer of hope, a thread tying him to reality. And that thread is indestructible. Is that a blessing or a curse?

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Warnings: major angst and some promise of adventure in the next chapter. Eris has arrived.

That’s what you get for a tiny sliver of hope creeping up your spine. He wasn’t even angry. The talons of disappointment shot directly into his heart. Why did he have to leave that room just at that moment? Why did he have to see it? He winnowed out of the River House. He would never come back.

All Rhysand heard was the distinct hiss of magic. He stepped outside of his office and Lucien was no longer there. He… winnowed out. Again. The home his mate and newborn were sleeping in, Lucien Vanserra could winnow in and out of. He cast his mind out, searching for those present. Feyre upstairs, with Nyx, Helion accompanied by Amren, Varian and Mor. Azriel and Elain. Azriel and Elain. It all made sense.

He stormed towards the hall and cleared his throat loudly. The pair jumped apart.

“What are you doing?” The High Lord demanded, his eyes flashing violet. Tendrils of dark power rippled from his skin as he waited for Azriel to explain.

“Why is that your business?” Elain challenged, though her cheeks were flushed.

“It is my business when your mate is in this house. How long am I meant to count on his discipline before he snaps?”

Elain folded her arms across her chest. “So what? I’m supposed to live like a nun because I have a mate I don’t want?” Azriel squeezed her shoulder gently.

Rhys ran his hand across his face, his frustration palpable. “He caught you. He winnowed through my wards. All of them. He could’ve just as easily gone for Azriel, which would have been a problem the size of the Moon. Especially if Azriel killed him.”

Elain flinched, looking between the two brothers. She hadn’t thought about it. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. “But I’m not obliged to be with him, am I?” Her will was cast in iron. No meandering dreams and ridiculous future possibilities would change her mind.

“He has no claim‒” Azriel started, to protect her from Rhysand’s wrath.

“You, Azriel, should know better,” the High Lord growled, slivers of darkness pouring from him. “He has no claim, as I had no claim, if you need to refresh your memory. Remember what I was like? Does he not deserve at least some decency?”

“I didn’t realize you were so interested in protecting his feelings,” Azriel answered sharply, his hand not leaving Elain’s shoulder.

“I truly don’t care what happens to Lucien Vanserra one way or another,” the High Lord waved a dismissive hand. “He is Feyre’s friend, so she does, which means I shall too. And, if your lust-filled thoughts would subside, you might remember that the male you keep poking and poking incessantly is connected to Autumn, Spring, and well-liked by the people of Dawn, to name a few. Even if his intentions would never be to harm the Night Court, you know Beron would use his son’s mistreatment to advance, to do something brash, to rope in Tamlin, and on top of our problems with Koschei and the human queens, this is the last thing I need to deal with.”

Elain listened carefully, her face sharpening into cold rage. “So… I’m a pawn in your game?”

Rhysand looked at her and for the first time, Elain saw that simmering rage that made Rhysand famous for being the strongest High Lord in existence. “I do not wish to use my mate’s family as pawns. But you’re here, you live here and I expect you to not cause problems.” She opened her mouth to protest but Rhys raised his hand to keep her quiet. “You don’t owe Lucien anything. You don’t owe me anything, you don’t owe me to string him along. But it would be decent and safe to at least reject the male. In that case, even if he loses his wits and tries anything, Azriel, and even I, would be justified to protect you. No one just claims a female in the Night Court.”

Elain pressed her lips into a thin line, frowning at Rhys. “So, what? I just tell him to leave me alone?”

“Do whatever you want, but at least not when he’s right here.” His gaze shifted towards Azriel. “He winnowed out of here. Straight out of here. I wouldn’t have known had I not heard it as I was leaving the office.”

“Do you think him a threat?” Azriel’s voice was cold and deadly, ready to strike at any moment.

“Truthfully, no. I don’t. But you can’t keep doing this until he truly snaps. I don’t want his blood on my hands.”

A few weeks had passed before Lucien requested a meeting with Rhysand. He didn’t go to the River House, he didn’t even really want to step foot into Velaris, but he didn’t have much of a choice. Rhysand invited him to the townhouse that had used to be his home before his family outgrew it.

“I don’t want to report to the shadowsinger,” Lucien muttered, extending his legs as he sank into the armchair Rhsyand had offered him. “Can that be arranged? I can talk to his spies, or deliver news to someone else, write letters, or‒”

“You don’t have to report to him.” Rhysand interrupted his ramblings, his voice not unkind. “I know this is unfortunate enough. You can reach out to me directly and report that way.”

“I’d prefer not to go to the house either. This seems alright. Or I have an apartment in the city as well, for now,” Lucien hummed, pursing his lips. He didn’t know if there’d be a reason to continue paying for that place. He never stayed there. And now he probably never would.

“It can be arranged. If the bond is chafing you, it’s for the best.”

“It’s not chafing me,” Lucien snapped before he could bottle up his rage. His fingers sank into the armrests of the armchair, digging into the leather. “I just don’t wish to be exposed to all of this. It’s shit enough as it is.”

Rhys merely nodded, furrowing his brows. “I wish it wasn’t this way. But you must understand that I will protect her and her choice.”

“Do you see me interfering?” Lucien bit out impatiently, his one good eye lighting up with that fire that burned in his veins. “I haven’t interfered in anything she’s done, ever. I just wish to protect my own sanity, so I would like to avoid putting myself in situations where the Mother is further testing my ability to just swallow all the shit that is being shoveled down my throat.”

“Understandable. And I don’t want to scold you, Lucien. But my mate’s sister, and my brother, they will be protected. Don’t do anything brash,” Rhys warned.

“Of course.” Lucien didn’t push this conversation further. He stood and winnowed out of the room, his magic flashing white as it cut through the wards of yet another home Rhysand thought to be proofed for his family. You’re definitely Helion’s son, he thought to himself. Would this be his burden to uncover? Would he cause more trouble by letting Helion know? Would he even believe him? Would the Lady of the Autumn Court suffer if her secret was revealed? Rhysand rubbed his temples, lost in thought.

Your stress thoughts are distracting me from my class.

I’m sorry, darling. I’ve had a visitor of the red headed variety, he answered his mate.

Eris or Lucien?

He didn’t bother explaining it, he simply showed the conversation to Feyre. There was no reason to keep anything from her. His mate… she was everything. His heart ached at the thought. Lucien’s good eye had held no emotion, it had seemed as dead as the mechanical golden orb clicking about in his head.

I can’t lie, I’m glad Elain is here, with Azriel, but seeing Lucien like this… he used to be a completely different person, Feyre commented, her mind wrapping around his, as if to make sure that her bond was as strong as ever. Rhysand welcomed the gesture, letting comfort and solace wash over him.

I think I would’ve done something brash by now. It’s been nearly three years. I barely managed three months, he confessed. Just thinking about the time when Feyre had still been betrothed to Tamlin, when he had gotten back to Velaris, the way all the joy had been sucked out of his life, as though he couldn’t breathe. I would’ve definitely done something brash by now.

Well, you are a brash person, aren’t you?

She still hasn’t rejected him. I think he’s avoiding being near her.

Maybe he’s trying to avoid the rejection? Feyre mused, earning a sigh from Rhysand.

All this talk of depressing mate issues is making me miss you much more than usual. Cut that lesson short, or I’ll show up with at home High Lady duties to hand out.

He could hear Feyre’s delicious giggle in his mind. He let it wash over him and fill his chest with happiness, like it always did. No other could elicit such a response. Only her, and Nyx now.

This is one of my High Lady duties, Rhys. You’ll just have to wait your turn.

“You look like shit,” Tamlin commented, in his fae form now more often than not. The Spring Court still hasn’t regained its beauty, the land was barren, the magic weakened by remnants of Amarantha’s blight, and the High Lord’s mental state seemed to affect it as well. He was in ruin, and so was his court.

“If you’re one to talk, then I must truly look like shit. I mean, you were covered in fur an hour ago,” Lucien shot back weakly, his voice missing that teasing edge it had once had.

“It’s easier to block the thoughts out that way. Maybe I should turn you into an actual fox for the day, so you can run around and wrangle some rabbits to soothe the rage,” Tamlin suggested with a smile. It was strange to hear it, to be comforted by him, sort of.

“I’ll pass. I don’t have much rage to work out,” he answered simply. Rage would have been easier. More manageable. Tamlin merely nodded, running his fingers through his hair.

“I’ve started clearing out the briars. I don’t want the servants to do it. I want to be perceived as at least a somewhat manageable High Lord to them before I reach out to try to rebuild this court…”

“You need help then?” Lucien asked silently.

“I didn’t say that to trick you into helping me,” Tamlin muttered his answer. “You can report to the Night Court that I’m… improving, I guess, but I don’t wish to‒”

“I want to do something to keep my mind busy. Cutting overgrown thorns seems like it needs a lot of attention, it’ll take a fair amount of time too,” Lucien said, cutting off Tamlin’s rambling.

“If that’s what you want, I could use a hand,” Tamlin nodded, getting to his feet in a swift motion.

Within an hour, Lucien had taken off his emerald jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and started working on cutting off the overgrown briars that dug into the manor’s walls, almost as though they were squeezing the life out of it. It was laborious work, the rose bushes grew into thick branches covered in thorns. They dug into his skin whenever he wasn’t paying enough attention, they required considerable force to cut them off, even with the help of various tools. And the manor… it was all but destroyed under the thick bramble. The entire scene was a metaphor laid on so thick, Lucien wanted to roll his eyes every now and then. The manor in ruin, just like the High Lord who lived in it, the thorns digging into the walls, just like Tamlin’s pain, the neverending briar surrounding the home, the way his old friend’s heart had been engulfed in rage directed at himself as punishment, and at others to keep them away. Lucien wasn’t certain if Tamlin perceived all of that. He seemed lost in thought, pulling the thick branches off the manor’s walls with the incredible physical power the land had gifted him long ago.

“It’s funny,” the High Lord began after some minutes spent in sort of comfortable silence, “the way we both landed in a similar situation with an Archeron girl.”

“It’s not quite the same, is it?” Lucien challenged, annoyance washing over him. “You treated Feyre like shit, Tam.”

“I know I did. And I know you didn’t treat your mate that way, and I know my shortsightedness played a role in your situation now.” Tamlin’s eyes were fixed on the manor’s wall as he spoke. “Other than what I’ve done to Feyre, the thing I regret the most is the way I treated you, especially after we escaped Under the Mountain.” No response came from Lucien, so Tamlin continued. “I am sorry, Lucien. Maybe you don’t wish to come back here, and I respect your decision. But you’re welcome in this court, even if it is in shambles. You’re welcome here.”

“Thanks,” Lucien croaked out after a few moments of silence. He wouldn’t come back, not to live here, not to end up back under his thumb when things would inevitably start looking up. But he wouldn’t make an enemy of Tamlin. He would heal these wounds as he did with others. If not heal them, at least cauterize them so the pain could finally stop.

A few hours of work, efficient but exhausting, and the manor was at least recognizable as the estate it once had been. Evening was upon them by the time they dug the house out from under all that bramble. Tamlin huffed out a chuckle, throwing the last of the branches into the large pile they had been creating over these few hours. “Do me the honors and burn them, please,” he asked and Lucien obliged. His hand filled with the familiar lick of fire, hot but never burning, and he sculpted it into a ball that he dropped atop the briars, igniting them instantly.

“Get your fiddle, maybe the light and the music will attract some of your court,” Lucien suggested. It would be good for optics to see the High Lord celebrate. Tamlin, surprisingly, obliged. Lucien brought up a barrel of wine from the cellar, just in time for his old friend to start playing an oh-so-familiar tune of the Spring Court. Soon, members of the court came by, sentries, curious wraiths and faeries, even some high fae from the nearest settlement. Someone was roasting meat over the large fire, females were singing the song Tamlin was playing, and, Lucien observed with some pride, maybe his people would start believing in the High Lord of Spring again.

He would remember this day as a sunny one, gleaming dimply in the eternal darkness his mind had trapped him in.

Her skin was the most beautiful shade of rich brown, tanned in the gentle autumn sun. Sprawled out on the blanket below him, he could see the flecks of gold in her eyes, how long her eyelashes were, brushing against her plump cheeks with such grace. She smelled like freshly cut grass, wild rivers, the chilly air on a cold morning. He had never been so in love before. She had to be his mate, the bond would snap any day now. He would marry her, he would leave his title, his father, his home, everything for her. Two russet eyes met two of dark ebony, he ran his fingers down her cheek gently as he whispered “I love you” for the thousandth time to her. To make sure she knew. She would shudder, wrap her arms around his body with a giggle, tease him about being sappy before whispering the words back to him. And then her body would be under his, like clockwork. Covered in blood, lifeless, the radiant rich skin turning grey, those dark eyes flecked with gold never opening again. Her blood was all over him, her neck… cut so brutally, the life snuffed out of her with such force.

That’s usually when he woke up. Sometimes he woke up screaming. That hadn’t happened in a long time, not that he had noticed anyway. Tamlin certainly had noticed, long ago. Since then, the dreams only came infrequently, usually after a particularly hard day. Jesminda. She hadn’t even been his mate… if he had just left her alone, she could’ve found her own mate, she could’ve lived a long and happy life. She could’ve been happy forever, without him and his ridiculous family troubles that he couldn’t really even understand sometimes. Why was he the one singled out, he couldn’t tell. He never even wanted to be High Lord.

The dreams returned in frequency now. Sometimes Jesminda’s face morphed into Elain’s. She would look at him lovingly, she’d whisper that she loved him and then the cauldron would swallow her. The blood, Jesminda’s blood, would mix with that dark water. Sometimes both of them would be murdered by his father. Sometimes the bond would break.

He took up a habit of only sleeping when he absolutely couldn’t take it anymore and a dreamless, restless sort of slumber claimed him for an hour or two.

The autumn months passed without incident. He stayed away, met Rhys at pre-arranged locations. Sometimes the High Lord winnowed to see him in the human lands. They didn’t talk about Elain. The last time he had stepped foot into Velaris, Feyre had invited him to solstice.

“You can come earlier. Or the day after. I wish to see you, Lucien. You’re my friend,” she had pleaded. He had agreed.

And there he was again, two boxes in hand. Feyre smiled widely and hugged him, inviting him in.

“How are you?” she asked gently, surveying him with those bright blue eyes.

“I’m well,” Lucien answered his typical answer. Feyre narrowed her eyes. “Happy early birthday,” he smiled smoothly, handing one of the neatly wrapped boxes to her. “It isn’t much, but I thought it to be fitting for a HighLady, and her baby, heir to a court.”

Feyre unwrapped her present with endearing excitement, examining the leather-bound tome carefully. The golden lettering on the almost comically large book read A History of Prythian and Its Seven Courts.

“It is a revised edition,” Lucien hummed, gesturing for Feyre to open the tome. He tapped over the very last chapter of the Contents. Feyre Cursebreaker: The Liberation of the Seven Courts. “It has some nice art of you.”

Feyre opened the tome to the last chapter with delight, blushing lightly. “Oh, Lucien, this is beautiful… I didn’t even know something like it existed.”

“The Day Court is filled with scholars and scribes who keep our histories. Most courts have their own, but Day is known for compiling these large anthologies and things. I thought you would appreciate it, and… an heir to a court should know of all these things, so I brought Nyx some homework,” he explained with a small smile.

“Oh, he’ll be delighted, I’m certain,” Feyre smiled fondly, flipping through the book carefully. “Thank you, this is very thoughtful of you. It’s beautiful. Have you been to Day?”

“Yes, I visited Solaris a month ago. I was trying to look into Vassa’s curse, but I haven’t come up with much.”

“Did you ask Helion?” Feyre asked softly.

“He gave me access to the libraries and a scholar to help, but she hasn’t come up with much. We’ve been going through ancient spell books and any information about monsters, the prison, old gods…” Lucien ran his fingers through his hair, heaving a sigh. “There’s a lot of useless information to swim through to find a mention of Koschei’s name at all. I’m fortunate enough to take some of the books home.”

“That’s really nice of Helion,” Feyre murmured softly, her eyes glinting.

They fell into easy conversation for a while. It worked. They had managed to heal their friendship over the last few months, even though the odds had been stacked against them. He stayed away from the topic of mates as much as he could, but Feyre let Elain’s name slip in conversation accidentally. There wasn’t a universe where he could simply ignore it.

“How is she?” He asked silently, the dull ache settling into his chest.

“She’s doing well, I think, she’s much better than after the Cauldron,” Feyre answered, avoiding any details. But Lucien needed to know.

“She’s seeing the spymaster, right?”

“Lucien…” Her tone wasn’t unkind, but it held an edge of warning anyway.

“I won’t do anything. I just want to know. I can feel it through the bond anyway…”

“Then why do you need confirmation?” Feyre questioned quietly, looking into his eyes, as if to search for the answers there. “Why hurt yourself further?”

“Ignorance isn’t bliss when she sends these bursts down the bond every now and then, and I know she’s having a good time,” Lucien shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. “I know I don’t deserve much, her time, her love, her… anything. I deserved to at least be told. I thought I did.”

“You weren’t together, you weren’t even speaking…”

“Because she wished to have nothing to do with me, not because I didn’t want to,” Lucien snapped and blew out a breath to steady his mood.

“I know… I told her to handle it at least,” Feyre mumbled silently, her eyes cast towards the ground. “You did deserve that much. To be told at least.” Lucien merely shrugged, his fingers tapping over the box he had brought his mate.

“I got her this. I’ll stop doing this for next year. It feels pathetic, and I don’t want to be the creepy male who can’t take a hint. I guess she can consider this a farewell present, if she opened it.”

“What is it?” Feyre asked, leaning closer to Lucien to look at the box.

“I’ve collected packets of seeds from a few different courts I visited throughout the year. They’re flowers from the human lands, from Spring, from Autumn, even Day. Maybe she’d like them.”

Emotion flashed across Feyre’s usually composed features before she smoothed them into an easy smile. “That’s a brilliant idea, Lucien. I’m sure she will enjoy them.” He merely nodded again, letting the conversation move back towards easier territories.

He was just about to leave, after a few hours spent with his friend, he had put his jacket on and was headed out of the house when he smelled her scent.

“Lucien.”

It was her voice, coming from the garden. She was there. He had left the present with Feyre to give it to her in his name. His heart began hammering in his chest as he turned, spotting her easily. He needed no further indication, his nose, his eye, his heart, who knows exactly what, led him to her immediately. “Lady,” he murmured silently and bowed his head.

“We need to talk. I’ve heard you were here…” Her eyes only shifted towards him for a second before she averted them back towards her lap.

“What do we need to talk about, Lady?” Lucien asked, panic rising from the pit of his stomach. This was it. She would formally reject him. He knew it was coming. No one ever said anything positive after ‘we need to talk’. He schooled his features into a neutral expression, approaching the bench she was occupying. His anxiety was a thunderstorm, a hurricane of flames, a cyclone of misery approaching his space, the tiny fortress in his mind. He had no chance.

“Would you like to sit?” Elain asked quietly, still barely meeting his eyes. He weighed his options.

“Just get it over with,” he managed after a moment of deliberation.

“What?” She asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“I don’t think I can handle niceties. Just lay it on me,” he muttered, his tone dropping dangerously low. His scent lingered somewhere near. He was watching from somewhere to make sure Lucien didn’t do anything brash. It only filled his heart with rage. It barely fit next to all the emotions he had already been trying to keep at bay.

“Well… I thought you should know that I’m seeing someone, and…” She was considering her words carefully, wringing her hands nervously in her lap. Lucien braced himself. “I want to reject you, formally. Is there anything I need to do or is that it?”

“That’ll do,” Lucien muttered. His grip on his self-control was slipping. Elain sucked in a deep breath, as if she too was bracing herself. “Enjoy your life then. The bond can only be broken by death, but it’ll weaken now, so maybe I won’t see so many of your dreams.” He couldn’t help himself, his feet were about to give out under him.

“Well, I don’t wish to see yours either,” Elain snapped, her tone sharper than before. A shadow curled under the bench she was occupying. Lucien couldn’t stay any longer.

“You have never given me a chance. I know I am not entitled to one. Maybe you know better, you did get dealt a pretty weak match compared to your sisters. Happy Solstice.”

He was gone after that, he didn’t wait for a response. He winnowed with remarkable speed.

Elain’s lips trembled as she pressed her hands against her chest. The pain was suffocating. The guilt, the shame, the yearning for love ‒ it was about to crack her heart in two, and then it suddenly stopped. It took her a moment to figure it out. Those were Lucien’s emotions pushing through on that bridge between their souls, creeping over to her side until he had likely clamped down on them. Her chest heaved from the sheer force of those feelings.

“Are you all right?” Azriel stepped out of the shadows at that moment, sitting down next to her. His gloved hands were holding hers already, no sign of his shadows as he pulled her close to his chest. “Did he aggravate you?”

She shook her head, the ache still dull in her chest. “No, no… I’m glad to be done with it,” she smiled instead, lacing their fingers together. Azriel was her safety ‒ he was compassionate, he was kind to her, and protective of her. He reminded her of Graysen, his good qualities anyway. He looked the least male too. His features were elegantly and devastatingly beautiful, his ears were not pointed, apart from his wings, he looked almost like a human man. There was no long red hair, no scars, no enchanted eyes. She could find comfort in that, and passion and love too, eventually.

The first week was pure and unbridled self-pity. It was pathetic. He just stayed mostly in his room, ignoring the humans like a petulant child. He pulled himself together by day six. There was no justification to ignore Vassa’s plight, to act like such a huge thing had occurred. Realistically, nothing changed. His last bit of hope was squashed. The pain felt like his heart was put into a vice, an ever-crushing vice with no way to stop that tension. That is why some males had gone mad, he mused as he pulled his hair into a careless braid. It made too much sense now.

Jurian greeted him with the indifference he appreciated and expected. He didn’t need to be pitied. The man had a short temper and a tortured soul, his tongue was his sharpest weapon, but that same man had a gentle nature and great perception of others’ feelings. He didn’t push him, he simply offered him breakfast and talked about his plan to rebuild administrative buildings in the nearby village. Lucien was happy to listen.

He continued his day doing the routine things he needed to get done, just so the minutes would pass. In the evening Vassa turned back to normal and tried to cheer him up with gestures of care and gentle questions. He smiled dutifully and answered in reassuring sentences. From the way those blue eyes were staring daggers into him, he knew he was not fooling anyone.

He was about to retreat back into his room when a familiar scent hit him. His body went utterly still, to the point where his human companions noticed, looking at him in alarm.

“My brother is here,” he muttered, getting up to his feet. He opened the door right as Eris stepped in front of it.

“Little brother, the runt of the litter” he greeted with that smug smile that never seemed to falter off his face. Just what he needed at this very moment, for Eris to ruin his godsdamned day…

“What do you want?” Lucien bit out as Eris slipped into the manor, uninvited. Lucien wasn’t sure whether his blood chilled or heated up, but he did not have the patience for this bastard.

“What. Do. You. Want.” His patience was running thin as it was, he didn’t need his asshole brother to goad him.

“I want you to help me kill my father,” Eris muttered, his voice dropping dangerously low. Lucien gaped at him.

“‘Are you out of your mind?”

“No. No one will eliminate him, if I don’t,” Eris shot back, sitting down at the worn kitchen table. His russet eyes were aflame with simmering rage. “He’s colluding with the human queens, he plans to move on Tamlin’s territory, he wants to either take it over or pull that brainless bastard into a fight against the other courts. A fight he can’t win, mind you. He’s going to destroy Autumn.”

“And your only plan is to‒” Lucien couldn’t finish his sentence as Eris snarled, drumming his thin white fingers on the table.

“Yes. And I will become High Lord and whip that place into shape.”

“So, that’s it then? You want to become High Lord so bad, you would kill our father and rope me and presumably our brothers into it too? Or will we kill them too?” Lucien challenged. “What of mother? What if the magic doesn’t choose you? Why don’t you ask the other three?”

“Don’t mistake the end of my patience for frivolous bloodlust, little brother,” Eris answered, leaning closer to him. “The magic will choose me, there is no one else to choose. I wield the strongest power of the four of us. Mother will finally be freed from years of torment. And you? You’re not Beron’s son.”

Lucien stared at his brother for a while. All of his thoughts were running away from him, he couldn’t grasp any of them in his hands, he couldn’t form a single question. He just stared and stared, his mechanical eye whirring as if it was trying to discern what was told to him.

“How have you not figured it out yet? That’s the biggest mystery, oh so sly fox,” Eris muttered, staring down at the table as though the wood grain held the secrets to all of his problems. Lucien couldn’t even fire back a response. His jaw went slack as he blinked at his older brother.

“You have been winnowing in and out of every place effortlessly for the last few months, wards be damned. You broke through Rhysand’s wards like they were nothing. When in Spring Court, you just slipped through Tamlin’s simple wards without any effort. Rhysand’s wards weren’t like that and yet you still did it. Did you ever think how?”

“I-“ What was he supposed to say? He had always done that. He could detect wards, track spells, he even had some healing magic.

“What, little brother? You just thought you learned it? I certainly can’t do any of it,” Eris muttered, a vicious smirk spreading across his face. “You’re the only one. The only one born from love. Why do you think I’ve protected you all these godsdamned years?”

“What are you talking about?!” Lucien stared daggers into his brother. “How do you even know… any of this?!”

“I guess it is time I let someone know.” Eris straightened as he watched his brother, his fingers still drumming on the table. “That shadowsinger can take claim of the dark corners, but the fire whispers to me, and there’s a hearth in most houses, there’s a bonfire on the beaches, there are fires in kitchens, and outdoors, where you cook your freshly caught game. And there’s fire wherever father is, but that fire whispers to me.”

“What?” Lucien muttered as he watched his oldest brother whose eyes were filled with quiet rage. “So… all this time, you just spied on everyone?”

“I didn’t need to. The fire started whispering secrets to me when I was but a fledgling, but I kept it to myself. The Vanserras, our ancestry can be traced back to Hestia herself, she who first breathed fire into a hearth. We’re descendants of the old gods, but their gifts are not common to inherit anymore.” He ran his fingers through his fire-read hair, cut shorter than Lucien’s. “I knew about you before mother did. And before you ask, no. Beron is not given the same gift, or curse, depending on how you look at it.”

“Why do you call it a curse?” Lucien stared at his brother, barely able to wrap his mind around everything he was bombarding him with.

“I can easily get information about everything, about the scum my father is, about what plans Rhysand has to string me along, anything. Not all of it is complete, fire doesn’t reach everywhere. But sometimes knowledge is a curse.” He cocked an eyebrow as he asked, “Aren’t you curious about who your father is, little brother?”

“Uh… yes. I think‒”

“You’re the only one born out of love, of all of us,” Eris cut him off, his fingers drumming incessantly on the table. “The only one. And that’s why I protected you. You’re mother’s child with Helion. Which makes you the sole heir to the Day Court. That’s why you’re cleaving spells left and right, Lucien. That’s why you have healing powers. That’s why you look a lot like Helion. I can’t believe people haven’t put this together yet.”

Lucien gaped, a small chuckle escaped his lips, then an incredulous sigh. “You can’t be serious. This is not funny. My power is fire, just like yours. It’s not singing me bedtime stories but it’s certainly not cleaving spells and controlling light or wind or whatever it is Helion can do.”

“This is no joke.”

“Oh, really?” Lucien snapped, anger bubbling in his chest. “And how come you’re the only one who knows?”

“Don’t you think Beron suspects it, idiot?” Eris shot back, crossing his arms over his chest. “He tried to murder you multiple times, he tried to get me and our brothers to murder you, he made sure we viewed you as the enemy, he tortured you wherever he could, he pushed you out of his court before your parentage could be revealed. Those were no mere accidents.”

“Or… he was a fucking asshole, like to all of you.”

Eris rolled his eyes, leaning over the table. “Mother named you Lucien. L-U-C-I-E-N. She was never sure, but she suspected it, and she marked you with that name. Helion, the wielder of the power of the sun, fathered a child who is going to be the sun, light and fire. Mother cried tears of relief when she saw that your hair was as red as hers.”

“She knows?” Lucien’s lips pressed into a thin line. His whole world was turning upside down and he had no handle to hold on to.

“Suspected it. She had a centuries-long affair with Helion.”

“This is insane,” Lucien muttered, running his fingers through his hair. “Why is it always me? Why do I get to have these life-altering revelations out of the blue?”

Eris snorted before his expression turned deadly serious. “Be glad you’re not born of that monster. Helion is a good male. And he’s not manipulating his kin to be soldiers against one another in an endless blood duel for power.”

“I can’t‒ I can’t picture him‒”

“As your father? Well, you’ll have time to figure it out,” Eris hummed, raising his fingers elegantly. His ring glinted in the dim light of the fire as he put a ward around himself. “Break it.”

“What?” Lucien countered dumbly, his thoughts escaping like startled rabbits.

“Cut through my ward, Lucien Spellcleaver.”

“Don’t call me that,” Lucien muttered with a frown. But the challenge got his attention. Was he truly able to do it? Did he truly have that power? He blinked and extended his hand towards the edge of the ward. His eye revealed the intricate details, the way the magic weaved into a wall like a basket, forming a solid shield around Eris. It was easy to undo it. His fingers worked quickly as he sliced through a few strands of the magic, and suddenly the entire ward disappeared.

“Should I call you Prince Lucien then? You’re a Prince in the Day Court. The only prince, if my sources are not mistaken.”

“Don’t‒” Lucien took an exasperated breath. “Don’t claim anything like that. I don’t have a great track record of being wanted or accepted by those whose lives I’m supposed to be a part of. Maybe Helion will want to murder me because I threaten his reign.”

“Helion knows you might be his son after your run-in with him during Nesta’s mating thing,” Eris shrugged easily, studying Lucien’s features. “You have mother’s hair color and eye color, but your face is the spitting image of him. It’s ridiculous.”

“I know I should be happy, but he did some things and I wasn’t even his son…” He could have had a normal childhood in the Day Court, he could have been free of all that torment. He could have never met Jesminda, or he may have met her and she wouldn’t have been killed by a maniac… so many people knew the truth, no one bothered to tell him.

“Don’t go into a doom chamber, Lucien. We couldn’t tell you, we weren’t even sure, your powers were never honed or taught to you, it took you a long time to even show a sign of it.”

Lucien sighed, rubbing his temples. “When Elain was taken to the cauldron, that’s… that’s the first time I used those powers. I didn’t notice. Tamlin asked about it later, he asked how I freed myself. I didn’t even realize I did it.”

“You’ll have time to freak out on your own terms about your mate and your new dad and all that. Now, you need to help me eliminate mine,” Eris muttered, a dark grin tugging at his lips. “And if you do, I’ll help you figure out your human queen’s deal with Koschei. I can help you sniff out his weakness, and you can break that magic. First things first, you need to develop a mental shield. Rhysand and Feyre will not know of my gift.”

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