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The Stages of Grief

Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

Prompt 5 of @thatdammchickennugget ‘s Hogmarch challenge🫶🏽

Summary: They say that when you experience grief, you go through five stages. And after being partnered with Lorenzo Berkshire for your latest potions assignment, rest be assured, you were experiencing all five.

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Denial

“Oh you’re kidding,” you groan as you finally spot your name on the list of assigned pairings for your next potions assignment.

You loved potions; in fact it was one of your favorite classes at Hogwarts, despite its demanding course work. You ironically found its rigid, methodical nature to be quite relaxing as moving step by step through the different recipes seemed to practically be second nature. It was a rhythmic dance that you followed religiously, finding thrill in the ever changing contents of your cauldron.

What you did not love however, or who you did not love to be more precise, was Lorenzo Berkshire. Flirtatious, carefree, and devilishly handsome, you were fairly certain that that boy could chat up a corpse. Or he could if he or his friends ever bothered showing up to class. It’s not that you disliked the boy per se, but to allow him onto your sacred ground? Into your sanctuary? You’d rather not.

Yet, there his name was, scrawled neatly next to yours on the board. It was like the universe had it out for you. Or your professor more likely.

“Tell me I read it wrong,” you complain turning to Daphne who was sat beside you.

The two of you had made an unlikely pairing in second year herbology and been inseparable ever since.

The girl just rolls her eyes at you.

“Oh come on, he’s really not as bad as you make him out be,” she sighs, scribbling notes from the board onto her parchment.

“Maybe not to you, but you’ve known him your whole life,” you grumble.

Personally, you’d always found the boy to be a bit of a prick. He was a pretty boy and he knew it, giving him a rather inflated ego you thought.

“Yeah, so don’t you think I might know him a bit better and perhaps be a better judge of character?” She asks.

“Maybe the professor will let me work alone.”

“Oh honestly, y/n. Look, at least he’s in class today. You’ll be fine, promise. And if he annoys you, even a little, I’ll owl his mother,” Daphne replies, not even bothering to look up from her notes. She was used to your dramatics by now.

“Alright, alright, everyone settle down,” your professor calls out, moving to stand at the front of the room before you can complain any further. “This next assignment will take course over the span of the next month or so, as you will be expected to collect some of your ingredients outside of class. So. Who can tell me a little bit about what this next potion that we’re brewing is?”

Your hand shoots into the air as soon as the question leaves your professor’s lips.

“Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It doesn’t really create love though, but rather infatuation which makes it one of the most dangerous potions in the world,” you recite.

“Yes, yes! Very good, y/n! Five points!”

“Really if it’s so dangerous, I don’t see why they’re teaching a bunch of sixth years how to brew it,” Daphne mumbles to you under her breath.

You let out a snicker. She had a point.

You turn back to the front of the classroom, tuning back into the lesson as your professor begins scratching away on the chalkboard once more.

“The ingredients that you’ll need to gather are as follows. Two ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, peppermint, powdered moonstone, pearl dust, and rose petals. You’ll have the next two weeks to gather your ingredients with your partners, so I suggest you begin,” your professor announces.

You feel your shoulders wilt at the thought of purposely seeking out Lorenzo, but you can already feel his eyes on you from across the room.

“Do you think if I ignore him long enough he’ll get the idea and just go away?” You whisper to your friend.

Daphne just rolls her eyes at you once more, shaking her head.

“Go,” she sighs, giving you a light shove in his direction before moving to join Theodore Nott at a different station.

With one last sigh of despair, you make your way over to the station where Enzo sits waiting for you, silently mourning your potions grade. And your mental and emotional stability.

“Mornin’ love,” he greets giving you a bright lopsided grin as you approach.

“Hi,” you respond dryly with a tight lipped smile.

“So, what’s our game plan going to be, darlin? I reckon we’ll want to get the hardest ingredients to come by first yeah?” He pushes on, ignoring your clear disinterest.

You nod your head in response.

“The peppermint, rose petals and thorns will be easy. We can get all of those in the greenhouse. The pearl dust- I assume we’ll need fresh pearls, we can probably get from the Black Lake.”

“Great. I think I have a moonstone in my ingredient collection. We can crush it down for the powdered moonstone,” Enzo offers.

You raise your brows at this. Moonstone wasn’t necessarily rare by any means, but you weren’t really expecting Enzo to offer up ingredients from his personal collection.

“That would work. We can also find them in the dark forest,” you reply.

“Nah, save us the hassle. Pretty girl like you doesn’t have any business in that musty old forest anyway,” he responds with a charming grin.

Ignoring his comment, you continue on to the last item on the list.

“I’m really not sure where we’re going to find those eggs. I don’t think we can find ashwinders on the school grounds, and they’re quite risky to breed.”

Enzo stares at you blankly.

“Remind me what an ashwinder is again love?” He says sheepishly.

“Magic serpent. Born from the embers of magic flames that are left to burn. You’re a Slytherin, shouldn’t you know all about snakes and such?”

“Yeah, let me recite to you the alphabetical list of all known magical serpent species that us Slytherins actually use as the password to our common room.”

You purse your lips at the boy’s obvious sarcasm.

“Fair enough. Still don’t know how we’ll get the eggs though.”

“I can see if we have any in our stores at the manor. Probably our best bet if we don’t want to risk burning down the school.” Enzo replies.

“Are you sure? We’re already using your moonstone,” you say, beginning to feel a bit bad about raiding the boy for supplies.

“It’s the least I can do really. I’m useless at potions, so least I can do is provide you with the ingredients that we need,” he says honestly with a light laugh.

“Well alright. Shall we meet up on Friday then to collect the pearls?” You ask, scribbling down your plans in your notebook.

“Sounds good, six o’clock? By the dock?”

You nod in agreement.

“Well alright then. See you then, love.” And with a grin and a cheeky wink thrown your way, Enzo is off.

At least he was pulling his weight in gathering ingredients you supposed.

Anger

“Y/n! Are you headed down to the docs?” Daphne asks slightly out of breath as she runs up to you from across the court yard.

“Yeah. Enzo tell you?”

Daphne nods her head in response as you two begin to make the short trek down to the lake.

“Hope you don’t mind if Theo and I join you?”

“Course not. Probably better that I’m not alone with Enzo by the lake anyway. Wouldn’t want him to try and drown me.” You say lightly, only slightly joking.

“Oh piss off. He’s a nice bloke once you get to know him.” Daphne laughs.

As the two of you arrive at the edge of the lake, you can already see Enzo, Theodore, and Mattheo splashing about in the water. Draco and Pansy are watching disdainfully from the shore.

You hadn’t realized this was going to be a whole party.

“Daph, please get these boys under control!” Pansy shouts when she sees the two of you approaching.

“I’m not their mum, they won’t listen to me,” Daphne replies dryly.

“Sure they will. Or at least Theo will, and the other two dimwits will follow whatever he does.” Pansy replies.

“Theodore!” Daphne shouts, turning to the three boys who were waist deep in the water by this point.

“Bella?” He calls back, visibly perking up at the sight of your friend.

You watch with amusement as Daphne points a finger at the boy and then again at the ground next to her. Theo slowly sulks over to the four of you, Mattheo and Enzo following in his wake.

“Really Theodore? You’re sopping wet,” Daphne sighs, only to be met with a sheepish grin.

“Hey love,” Enzo greets, prancing over to stand beside you.

It takes everything in you to focus anywhere but Enzo’s soaking wet shirt as it clung to his chest and abdomen like a second, very see-through skin. Bloody hell.

“Hi Enzo,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Are you sure we’ll even find pearls here? I thought pearls were from the ocean, and I don’t want to risk getting wet for nothing,” Draco says, eyeing the lake warily.

“Hogwarts a History says that fresh water pearls are common in the Black Lake,” you reply.

“What’s the difference?”

“Saltwater pearls are generally rarer, more expensive.” Pansy replies easily.

“Fresh water mussels can produce multiple pearls at a time, but oysters generally only produce a single pearl in their entire lifetime,” you explain.

“So how exactly are we going to collect these mussels?” Theo asks.

“Accio.” Daphne responds, as if it should’ve been obvious. Which it was.

Your now rather large group makes it way onto the dock, squinting into the murky water for any trace of mussels in the sand below.

Daphne finds the first one, and after that, they slowly start pouring in. Eventually, there’s a sort of system in place with you, Daphne, Pansy, and Draco scanning the dark waves for the elusive mussels, while Theo, Mattheo, and Enzo crack them open to retrieve the pearls.

It’s all going swimmingly until the boys begin to get rowdy once more, with Mattheo sending a small wave of water at Enzo when his back is turned. Daphne gives the boys several warning glares as the waves gradually grow larger, only for them to start up again the moment your backs are turned.

Eventually it turns into an all out water war between the three of them once more, and you scowl as you feel a splash of water hit your leg.

Could they not cause a ruckus for one afternoon? You thought bitterly as another mussel flew into your hand. You go to place it in the pile with the others when you feel a weight hit you like a ton of bricks. Then cold. Everything is cold as you feel yourself hit the water.

“What the fuck!” You exclaim once your head breaks the surface and you frantically wipe water from your eyes.

You look over to see Lorenzo in the water near you, a grin plastered across his face. His smile quickly fades however when he sees the pure murderous intent in your eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” You shout, swimming over to him, and shoving him under the waves.

“Y/n! You can’t drown him!” Daphne yells from the dock.

“Watch me!”

“It was an accident, swear!” Enzo gasps when his head re-emerges once more.

With one last scream of rage, you make your way to land as Daphne runs to catch up with you.

“Seriously Daphne? What is wrong with him?” You rage as you storm up the hill back to the castle.

“I really don’t think he meant for you to get shoved into the lake. The boys can get pretty tunnel visioned,” Daphne offers as she follows behind.

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one who went for a swim,” you mutter between chattering teeth, the cold really beginning to sink in.

“Oh I’m not defending him. Not completely I mean. He was totally acting like a right git. The other boys too. I don’t blame you for being upset, I would be too. I’m just saying, maybe don’t be too hard on him? It was an accident after all, and he really did look sorry.”

When you only shrug in response, Daphne sighs.

“Look. Give him one last chance, and if you still think he’s the worst person on earth, at least exploit the fact that he really does feel bad, and milk it for all he’s worth. Okay?”

You let out a smile at this.

“Spoken like a true Slytherin, Daph.”

Bargaining

The following Monday when you take your seat next to Lorenzo in potions, he immediately turns his head, almost like he’s surprised you hadn’t demanded to be reassigned partners.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I really didn’t mean for you to end up in the lake, Theo just shoved me and I grabbed on the closest thing which happened to be you. I really am sorry,” he rambles, fiddling with the quill in his hand nervously.

“It’s okay. I know it was an accident, so let’s just move on, alright?” You say with a sigh.

Maybe if the both of you just moved on, this nightmare of a pairing would be over sooner.

“Really?” Lorenzo asks, his bright personality snapping back into place.

“Sure Enzo.”

“Excellent. Because I was able to get us these,” he says proudly, carefully pulling two little eggs and a medium sized moonstone out of his bag. “Oh, and the pearls.” He adds, placing the eggs, stone, and glass container filled with pearls on the table in front of you.

You eye the ingredients carefully before determining that they were in fact all up to standard.

“Perfect. I’ll begin crushing up the pearls, if you take care of the moonstone?” You say, already pouring the shiny orbs into your mortar and pestle.

The two of you work surprisingly well together for the rest of the class period, almost as if you’d been working together for years. It takes you by surprise how easy the brown haired boy is to work with. You hadn’t been expecting much, knowing that potions wasn’t Enzo’s strong suit. But he made up for it by making sure you never wanted for anything. Needed a vial for your pearl dust? It was in your hands before you even had to ask. A fire needed to be lit beneath the ashwinder eggs to keep them from spoiling? Enzo’s wand was pointed in their direction before you had the chance to open your mouth.

As class winds down and you go to make your exit, you feel a hand on your wrist.

“Y/n?” Enzo says, stopping you. You turn to look at the boy.

“Look uh, I know that you’re not my biggest fan, or at least that’s what I gathered from Daph,” he begins to ramble, scratching the back of his neck, “but, could we maybe like, just start over?”

You’re a bit skeptical at first, but seeing his nervous smile melts something in you. Being friendly couldn’t hurt, you reasoned. And it would certainly make working with the boy easier.

“Alright, Enzo, we can start over.”

“Wicked.” He says with a grin. “Don’t suppose you’d like to meet in the greenhouse later then to gather the rest of our ingredients? Promise I won’t drag Theo and Matt along this time.”

“Sounds lovely.”

The both of you agree to meet right after classes are released that day, and as you make your way down the cobblestone path to the greenhouse, you can’t seem to push the memories of wet hair and an infectious smile from your thoughts.

“Hi love!” Enzo calls out as soon as you push open the doors of the greenhouse. The boy is elbows deep in soil, pulling at the roots of a suspiciously pink colored plant.

“How’d you get here so fast?” you ask, glancing at the clock to see that classes had ended not even ten minutes ago.

“Herbology is my last class of the day,” he explains, brushing some of the dirt off his gloves.

“Ah. So you wanted to meet right after classes ended so you wouldn’t have to make the trek back out here?” You ask, fingertips brushing the soft petals of one of the many flowering plants growing within the greenhouse.

“Well, and I wanted to see you again sooner,” he replies with a shrug and a cheeky grin.

You roll you eyes as you feel your cheeks heat up, turning quickly and hoping he hadn’t seen.

“So where are the rose bushes?” You ask, looking around at the distinct lack of roses within the building.

Enzo gives a nervous chuckle. “About that. Apparently Professor Sprout didn’t think that the common rose was, ah, dangerous enough, for her plant collection,” Enzo says, gesturing towards the various plants, “so, uh, there are none. But! We can grow them pretty easily. It might take a week or two to grow a full bush to peak maturity, but it should be fine.”

You let out a sigh. Of course Hogwarts wouldn’t grow something as simple and common as a rose.

“Alright, well. Let’s begin I suppose.”

Enzo immediately perks up as he goes to fetch a large pot and a bag of soil and you begin to rifle through the cabinets to find rose seeds. After several minutes with no success, you feel a warm presence behind you as Enzo leans over your shoulder and plucks a packet off the top shelf.

“You certainly know your way around,” you murmur, looking up to find the boy’s face much closer than anticipated. You feel heat rise to your cheeks once more and you duck under is elbow, making your escape.

“Herbology is my best subject,” Enzo says, trailing behind you.

“Ah, so you’re the Slytherin version of Neville Longbottom then eh?” You say with a grin as you watch him fill the pot with soil.

Enzo grimaces, making a face.

“No, I’m much better looking,” he says with a smirk.

Bloody self-aware bastard.

It only takes a few minutes for Enzo to bury the seeds in the soil and place several incantations over the dirt before he looks up at you with a triumphant grin.

“All good to go,” he says happily. “Though we should probably check back in daily to refresh the enchantments and such.”

You nod your head at the boy.

Over the course of the next few days, Enzo uses your time spent together to pick your brain for any morsel of information he could get out of you. He really was determined to be your friend apparently.

“What’s your favorite plant?” He asks you on the third day of your little meetings.

You tilt your head a bit in consideration.

“No, no, wait, I bet I can guess. Is it peonies? Your perfume is peony scented right?” He asks.

“Yeah, it is. Peony and vanilla,” you say, eyeing the boy suspiciously.

“Knew it,” he says, looking rather self satisfied.

“And yours?” You ask, leaning against the table to look up at him.

“Hmm?”

“What’s your favorite flower? Or plant that is.”

Enzo pauses for a moment, eyes flickering around the greenhouse for a moment before landing on you.

“I like roses.”

“Really?” You say, scrunching your nose a bit.

“I’m a romantic, what can I say?”

“Gross. That’s so cliche.” You tease, a small smile gracing your face.

As the days go on, your time spent in the greenhouse becomes longer and longer as you and Lorenzo banter about the ridiculous questions he’d come up with. Did owls have knees? Which house would win in hand to hand combat? Were Theodore and Daphne secretly hooking up in the fifth floor prefect’s bathroom? (The answer was yes.)

You were shocked to find that, while still a bit of a prat, Enzo really was rather smart and witty. As the days went on, it became easier and easier to open up to the boy until the two of you were talking like old friends.

It happened slowly. You really didn’t even notice at first. But by the second week, you found yourself looking forward to your daily meetings, and found yourself thinking of the handsome brunette when he wasn’t around, and you caught yourself staring at the boy a bit too long after he’d already looked away.

Over the years of being friends with Daph, you’d often been forced into the proximity of the boy. Always noting the way he’d easily move from one witch to the next, his charm never seeming to fail him. You had been so determined to make sure that you would never be one of those witches. Just another tally on Lorenzo’s ever growing list of conquests.

But it had happened. The unimaginable. The impossible. You were falling for Lorenzo Berkshire. No, this simply wouldn’t do you thought to yourself as you made the familiar trek to the greenhouse.

Your mind raced as you thought of ways to stop this madness. Maybe if you went back to pushing the boy away. Or if you just ignored him. Yes. If you just shut him out, these feelings would go away.

Sarcasm

The next several days for Lorenzo were miserable. And that was putting it nicely.

“She hates me!” Enzo wailed dramatically, hanging upside down off the edge of his bed.

It had been three days since your terrifying revelation in the green house, and Enzo was very convinced that he was going insane.

He could still remember clearly the day that Daphne had introduced him to her new friend after one fateful day in herbology. You had been so wicked smart, and kind, and funny, and your smile had melted his heart. He was pretty sure he’d been in love with you ever since. But he was lucky if you even acknowledged his presence most days.

“Can you blame her? Didn’t you send a flock of peacocks after her when we were all visiting Draco’s last year?” Mattheo asks, squinting at his friend.

“I thought it’d be romantic! How was I supposed to know they weren’t friendly?”

“There’s also that time in third year, you knocked her off her broom playing quidditch.” Draco adds, scowling at the memory of Enzo harassing the birds on his family’s property.

“I caught her after!” Enzo protests.

“She still sprained her wrist.”

“Oh yea. And then you tried to give her a kiss as an apology, but ended up with a nice bruise on your jaw instead,” Mattheo laughs.

Lorenzo wasn't going to lie, that was a particular sore spot for him.

“And let’s of course not forget the most recent offense. Trying to drown her in the lake. Thank Salazar I wasn’t there for that scene.” Blaise mutters.

Enzo winces.

After the incident at the lake, Enzo was sure he was done for. The look of pure rage in your eyes had felt as though you had stomped on his heart, and then cruciod it for good measure. But then you had accepted his apology and even agreed to start things over. Enzo had felt the first real burst of hope after four pitiful years of pining.

Sure he’d made some missteps over the years. As his friends so graciously enjoyed reminding him, but he meant well!

The two of you had talked. Laughed. He’d even allowed his hand to brush up against yours a time or two, delighted when you didn’t flinch away.

And then, as if the switch had flipped, it was back how it had been before. Enzo felt like he had whiplash with the way you had turned right back around to treating him like a total stranger.

Theo eyed his roommate with concern.

“Bloody hell, he’s worse than you pining over Daphne,” Mattheo mutters, jabbing an elbow into Theo’s rib cage, earning him a sharp glare.

“I don’t understand! Things were going so well! She was actually talking to me and everything, and now it’s like I’m right back at square one,” Enzo sighs, ignoring his bickering roommates.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting from us mate. You’re supposed to be the romantic one of the group. Though with your track record, I’m not sure why we’ve been taking your advice all these years. You’re a wreck.” Blaise says, matter of factly.

“You tried talking to Daph bout it?” Theo asks, not quite sure how to help his slightly delirious friend.

“Ask me about what?” Daphne asks, seemingly materializing in the doorway of the boys’ shared dormitory.

She makes her way into the room, face morphing into one of both concern and disgust as she takes in Enzo's distraught state.

Theo eyes his friend, as if to say “good luck mate.”

Dragging himself into an upright position, Enzo considers the girl in front of him. How had he not thought of it before? Y/n’s best friend had been at his disposal this entire time, and he’d never thought to simply ask her.

Lorenzo turns to look at Daphne.

“Daph?”

“Yes Enz?”

“Does y/n fancy anyone?” He asks, trying to sound as casual and nonchalant as possible.

Daphne raises a brow.

“If you’re trying to subtly ask if I happened to know of her feelings towards you, you’re doing a lousy job."

Enzo pouts, sticking out his bottom lip and honestly looking quite pathetic.

"For Salazar's sake, what happened?" Daphne huffs, making herself comfortable on Theo's bed, much to his delight.

“Enzo is down bad. Obviously.” Mattheo states.

Daphne shoots the boy a glare, rolling her eyes at the curly haired boy.

"We've been working in the green house together, and I thought things were going so well. She was talking to me, and laughing and everything.” Enzo says, falling back into his bed dramatically.

“Well then what’s the problem? You like her I thought.” Daphne replies with an annoyed huff.

“That’s just it isn’t it? It wasn’t a problem. But then suddenly, a few days ago, she went completely cold again. Like the last couple weeks never happened." he laments.

Daphne opens her mouth. Then closes it, shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath. For the love of- she loved you. Truly she did. But you were going to be the end of her.

“I’ll take care of this.” She announces, promptly rising from the bed just as Theo was about to sneak an arm around her.

He glowers at Enzo who gives him an apologetic grin.

Daphne had been your best friend for years at this point, and most of the time, she was convinced that she knew you better than you knew yourself. She wasn't blind. Or dumb for that matter. She knew that there were some strong feelings between you and Enzo, though she had never really bothered to figure out if they were positive or negative. Clearly she should've and all of this could have been avoided she thought wistfully to herself. At least this explained the strange tension between the two of you as of late.

“Y/n.” Daphne huffs, sitting next to you on a bench in the court yard.

“Daph,” you greet, looking up from your book.

“So, when were you going to tell me that you fancy Lorenzo?” She asks, staring you dead in the eye.

You feel your mouth gape like a fish out of water.

“Right Daph. Like I’d ever fancy that peacock.” You reply, doing your best to appear disdainful.

“Don’t you get an attitude with me.” Daphne responds. She’d always been able to see right through you. “Enzo told me everything. The chatting. The giggling. The immediate turn around as if nothing had happened. Textbook case of realizing you like someone while being emotionally constipated!” Daphne announces.

“Shhh!” You hush your friend, glancing around to make sure no one had noticed the scene. “You know that being mean and sarcastic is my only defense mechanism!” You hiss.

“Oh honestly y/n. We both know you won't be able to use that excuse forever.” Daphne says with a dramatic eye roll. “Besides, he likes you too. Why do you think he’s always preening when you’re around. He’s trying to impress you, you dolt.”

“Fantastic. He’s only a prat when I’m around. How romantic,” you mutter.

“Well you certainly didn’t think he was being a prat when you were spending all that time in the green house together. Don’t think I didn’t notice you two disappearing for several hours. No one is spending that much time every day looking at flowers.”

“We were just talking,” you defend.

“Mmhm. And then you stopped talking because you got scared and now Enzo is a wreck.”

You feel a pang of guilt. You hadn’t meant to hurt Enzo. You hadn’t thought that he actually might like you too.

“I’ll apologize tomorrow in class, I guess,” you mutter.

Daphne sighs.

“Look. I’m not saying that you have to date him, or even tell him you like him. But you’re both my friends, and I don’t like seeing either of you upset.”

“I know Daph. I’m just confused is all. I thought I hated him.”

“Well, I’ve always been told that the line between love and hate is fine.” Daphne replies.

Bloody hell, when had your friend become this philosophic?

“I’ll get it sorted tomorrow. Promise.” You tell her.

Daphne nods, giving you a comforting smile.

“Good. And word of advice. Drop the sarcasm, Enz might cry if you put him through anymore emotional whiplash.”

Acceptance

You sat nervously in the potions classroom having arrived close to fifteen minutes early as you couldn’t shake away your nerves. Glancing at the clock on the wall, your classmates should start filing in at any moment.

You’d finally managed to gather all the need ingredients for your potion, so today would be the day that you and Enzo would be able to brew your amortentia.

Your fingers twirled the stems of the roses you’d collected mindlessly as your thoughts buzzed between your conversation yesterday with Daphne, and the fluffy haired brunette boy that had taken up permanent residency in your every thought.

Remembering the silly game one of your roommates had played years ago, you began plucking the rose petals off of the stem, one by one. You were going to have to do it eventually anyway. He loves me, he loves me not, the phrase repeats in your mind.

“Look nervous,” A voice comments from behind you.

Startled out of your thoughts, you look up just in time to see Enzo take his seat beside you.

Clearing your throat, you give the boy a small smile.

“Just thinking about the potion. Not going to be an easy one to brew today, and I’d like to get a good mark,” you reply.

“Of course.” Enzo replies, a strained look on his face. “Wouldn’t want to waste any more of your time then.”

You open your mouth to reply, but close it again when no words come to mind. Instead, you opt to sweep your rose petals into a small pile and begin shaving off the rose thorns as Enzo wordlessly takes out the gold cauldron, lighting a fire beneath.

“So,” you say awkwardly, the deafening silence finally getting to you. “How bout that weather?”

You hear a clatter as Enzo drops pestle he was holding to look at you incredulously.

“I know some of my conversation attempts were bad, but that was downright criminal.” He says with a snort.

Unable to hold back your laughter, you let out a giggle. “Yeah, I’ll see myself to Azkaban for that one.”

And just like that, the two of you fall back into your comfortable rhythm of idle chatter, jokes, bickering as you work seamlessly together.

You can’t help but watch with silent admiration as Enzo dutifully stirs the cauldron, careful to keep even counter clockwise strokes. A few tendrils of soft brown hair fall in front of the boy’s face and he gently blows them to the side with an annoyed puff.

“Pearl dust?” He asks, reaching his hand out.

As you hand him the vial, your fingertips brush softly, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. The heat from the cauldron must be really getting to you.

“If you just want to add the powdered moonstone, we should be all done,” Enzo says after a moment, taking a step back to allow you to complete the final step.

Slowly, you approach the boiling cauldron, carefully sprinkling in your meticulously measured moonstone powder. You stir the concoction a bit longer until you see a familiar pearlescent sheen and swirling tendrils of steam.

“Think we’ve done it,” you say with a smile, looking over at your partner.

He grins back, joining you in leaning over the steaming cauldron.

“Well? What do you smell?” He asks cheekily.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“We both take a wiff? On three?” Enzo asks.

You nod in agreement, watching the swirling colors within the cauldron. They say that amortentia smells like the things you’re most attracted to, and you’d always been curious what scents the potion would elicit for you.

“One, two, three.”

You lean in, and immediately you’re hit with the earthy scent of fresh soil, a soft hint of rose, and something else- oh. Oh. You feel your eyes widen.

“Peony. And vanilla.” Enzo murmurs, head still hovering above the cauldron before he turns to look at you.

The moment your eyes meet, you both know.

“I need a moment,” you mumble, hurrying out of the classroom.

As you rush past Daphne’s table, you hear the girl run after you into the corridor.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Daphne asks as the two of you come to a stop in a small alcove that’s somewhat hidden behind one of the many large stone statues that decorate the halls.

“It’s Lorenzo. My potion- it smells like Lorenzo. Or, it smells like fresh soil, and roses, and that stupid expensive cologne that he always wears,” you gasp, out of breath.

“Oh? And what did he smell?”

“Me. My perfume. Peonies and vanilla.”

“Well, that’s good then isn’t it? That you both smelled each other? I know when we talked yesterday I said you don’t necessarily have to tell the boy you fancy him, but, if you both really like each other that much. What’s the harm?” Daphne tries to reason.

“I don’t know! I just didn’t realize I liked him that much and it freaked me out. And I’ve been icing him out these past couple days, so he’s probably so cross with me. But he’s been so nice today, I don’t know what to do Daph. I’m not good with feelings. I was never going to act on anything!”

“Is that why you did all that? Back there?” A voice asks. “And why you’ve been acting strange the past several days?”

The two of you whip around to see Enzo staring wide eyed at the both of you, mouth slightly agape.

“I think I’d best let the two of you sort this out,” Daphne says, slipping out of the alcove and back into the classroom.

“I’m sorry, you weren’t meant to hear any of that,” you start as Enzo wordlessly approaches.

“You like me?” He asks once he’s close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. He looks genuinely surprised at the notion as he stares down at you intensely.

You nod slowly. “Smelled you in that bloody potion,” you mumble.

Enzo’s smile falls.

“Is it that bad? Liking me?” He asks, hurt written across his face.

“No! No it’s not! I just thought I didn’t like you- no, that’s not what I meant. I was surprised that I fancied you is all, and didn’t know what to do. Because we’ve know each other so long, and we haven’t necessarily always gotten along. And I didn’t really realize I liked you at first, and I got all freaked out and then I panicked, and-“

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” Enzo asks, interrupting your rambling.

You freeze, looking up at the boy in front of you.

“Yes please,” you murmur.

Without wasting another moment, Enzo’s lips meet yours with a hunger and passion you didn’t realize the boy had in him.

Any last trace of doubt or worry you had disappears as his soft lips move against yours, melting you into him like putty in his hands.

Right as you’re about to run out of air, you feel Enzo’s lips trail off to your cheek, placing gentle kisses as he trails down to your jaw, and then your neck.

“Enz,” you mumble softly as you feel the warm, sucking sensation against your skin in the crook of your neck.

“Shh,” he whispers, lips meeting yours once more.

You feel yourself getting lost in the sensation as he moves against you until Daphne’s voice brings you back to reality once more.

“Just so you’re both aware, we are still in class,” she calls from around the corner.

You feel your cheeks heat up as Enzo lets out a soft laugh above you.

“Rest assured love, we will be coming back to this later,” he says before placing a kiss on your forehead and leading you back into the classroom.

If there’s one thing about me, it’s that I’ll take any excuse to write a cheesy amortentia fic🤪

Special thanks to @finalgirllx and @pizzaapeteer for editing and rvwing🫶🏽

#hogmarch challenge #slytherin boys #harry potter universe #slytherin #lorenzo berkshire #theodore nott #matteo riddle #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire x reader #Enzo Berkshire x y/n #daphne greengrass #pansy parkinson #amortentia #mattheo riddle #theo nott

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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he teaches you new tricks

John Price convinces you to try using a butt plug for the first time, letting you use his ass for practice. It has definitely awakened something in you, and you're ready for more…

Warning: butt stuff, obviously.

It started innocently at first, fumbling and awkward, in the dark. John came home from deployment one day, ravenous and hungry, fingering you through the open leg of your pajama shorts, aiming for your sweet cunt. But, with a gasp from you and a gasp from him, he realized that he missed and landed his digits in a different destination. Your body’s response had been instinctual, and completely out of your control. Certainly the ragged moan he coaxed from your mouth by his accidental caress was not planned. It excited him, that much was obvious, and you discovered, as your mind processed the feelings stirring in your body, it excited you, too.

After that, he’d find excuses to lick you lower and lower, abandoning your pussy in favor of the tight bridge between your holes, even daring to flick his long tongue into what was previously a forgotten or even forbidden territory. Where you would have moved your hips out of his reach before, now you remained pliantly still, waiting for him to push his luck. Egging him on with your submission. When he grabbed your ass, his fingers would pull the cheek away just to reveal your asshole to him, thumbing it gently as he fucked you from behind, and you could feel him looking at it with a novel interest.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been asked to consider anal sex. Price was not your first lover, but he was the first one who stood any chance of gleaning a positive response to the age-old query. He tested the waters one night while he railed inside of you, taking himself to the brink of pleasure, impairing his own judgment in a fog of bliss, nearly begging,

“You wanna try it out, love? Hm? You like my finger in there, now, dontcha?”

Your anguished cries were not a no, but they were not enough of a yes.

Later, after the fireworks died down, you lay against him, sweaty and sated, and looked up at him, musing,

“You’re so big, though…”

“Hmm?”

“Might be too much.”

“What are you sayin’, love?”

“You wanted to try anal, you said,” your voice was barely above a whisper, resonating in the hollow against his chest.

There was a long pause, and then, a smiling response through pleased sighs,

“Only if you want to. I’m more than happy as it is, clearly.”

“Would it hurt?” You asked.

“No,” he shook his head confidently, “Shouldn’t hurt. Feels different, though.”

“We could try it,” you pushed your offering out into the quiet between you.

He sighed,

“Don’t be doin’ this for my benefit. I told you, love, I’m not -”

“No,” you sat firm in your choice, “I wanna try. I don’t know…well, I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Tha’s okay. I’ll show ya, and hey -” he lifted your chin to look at him, gazing down at you with full sincerity, “We can stop anytime. Say it.”

You smiled, recognizing his tone,

“We can stop anytime.”

John cuddled you closer to him, wrapping his body around yours and pulling up the sheet, growling approvingly in your ear,

“Good girl.”

“How much should I put?” You asked, staring at the back of the bottle of lube, reading the vague instructions.

“Here,” he took it from you and showed you the little pearl of clear liquid on his fingers.

You handed him the smooth, silicone plug he’d brought home. He showed you the different sizes, the smallest being smaller than his finger - which you rejected - and the medium, and then the large. None of them had been too terribly intimidating. Price had been very serious about informing you of the dangers of not having a “flared base”, extolling the virtues of the T-shaped base he’d selected, touting its comfort and security.

He rubbed the largest plug with the lube before reaching around and rubbing himself between his cheeks.

“What are you doing?” You asked, not entirely sure what you were witnessing.

“Want you to practice putting it in, so…” he smirked, blushing a bit from his finger’s ministrations, “You can use me to see how it goes.”

“W-w-what? Are you serious? You would do that for me?” You were positively aghast at his lack of boundaries.

You had never expected any man in your life to be so free from society's Puritanical norms that he would even allow you to witness his asshole, much less put a butt plug into it - and not just for pleasure, but to educate you? You froze like a deer trapped in headlights, unable to proceed.

“You don’t have to. You should feel the pressure, though, and see it happening. Makes it less scary, I think,” he held his hands up, not wanting to make you do anything you weren’t on board with.

You shook your head, snapping out of your surprise,

“No, it’s okay. I just didn’t expect you to be okay with that.”

“I’m asking you to do it, so I should be able to do it, right?” He chuckled, kissing your forehead, rubbing his naked body against yours, turning you on again.

John lay down on the edge of the bed, flat on his back, and spread his legs for you, hanging his muscular ass off of the side, rubbing his cock a bit for comfort and because he was getting obviously excited. His expressions during this whole ordeal had been positively boyish, full of bright anticipation. The novelty of taking your anal virginity fueled his giddy joy.

You knelt between his legs, aiming the tip of the plug at his shining asshole, watching him thrust his hand against his hardening length erotically. Carefully, and too slowly, you touched the plug to his dark hole, surrounded by his curly, thick hair, using your other hand to lift his heavy balls out of the way.

Right at the first whisper of a touch, he groaned deeply. Encouraged, you pressed forward, meeting some resistance. Scared of hurting him, you paused there, keeping the tension but too afraid to go forward.

“Push it in, love. Bit harder than that… please - yeah, fuck!”

Then, just as you applied more pressure, his hole stretched further and the plug disappeared inside of him, like a cork into a bottle, flush. John let out a groan, long and low, full of heady satisfaction.

Well, that wasn’t so scary, you thought. Unable to contain your desire, you tugged gently at his balls again, licking up to the base of his growing dick. He cried out again, enjoying the abundance of sensations.

“Careful, love. I’ll come easy like this.”

“That good, John?” You rubbed his legs and abdomen affectionately, staring down at his occupied asshole, wanting very badly to feel what he was feeling.

“So good. You wanna try?” He rolled over, sliding to the floor carefully, his cheeks rosy and warm as he kneeled down beside you, “Stand up for me, love.”

You stood, suddenly nervous. Price could tell. Your hesitation rolled off of your body language like a siren. He started to finger your pussy, enjoying the wetness in you, admiring the way you were already swollen and pulsing for him. His warm mouth kissed and licked your folds, drawing out long, luxurious moans from your throat, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Just as you thought he might make you come, he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and smeared it over his fingers, painting it onto your asshole. The slick feeling was enough to make you jolt, and you held onto his shoulders for balance.

“C’mere, baby. Lay down for me,” he commanded in a careful timbre, moving your body as his had been on the mattress.

Price lifted your legs, grabbing you behind the knees and spreading you open, unable to resist eating your pussy when he did so, bending his head to taste you fully. Your orgasm was coiled up in your like a snake, ready to strike at any moment.

Then, you felt it, the tip of the medium-sized plug made cold contact with your asshole, and it sent a shock through your core. You gasped, and Price took it back, saying,

“You alright, love?”

You nodded,

“You can do it. I’m okay.”

He pressed it back against your hole more confidently, pushing it into you until you felt stretched and open. Then, just as you had felt it slot into him, you felt it as it popped delightfully into you, feeling strange and extremely sensitive.

Price immediately went to your clit, licking it and fingering you inside of your pussy, and you felt the coil wind up again, stronger and more furious than before, stoked by the stimulation of your ass. He made you come, groaning right along with you, his eyes transfixed to your slick core, watching you pulse and clench around his hand. Each clench made the plug shift inside of you, rubbing against your insides, creating sparks in a place where there had never been any before.

“Talk to me. How are you doing?” Price asked, rubbing your belly and thighs, comforting you.

“It’s…strange. But, it’s good. Really good, actually,” you admitted, smiling, playing with your breasts lazily, coming down from your high.

“Want me to play with you?”

You nodded,

“Please.”

John hooked his first two fingers into the T-bar of the flexible plug, and he began to pull it out. You felt it stretching you, and then you felt a terrible emptiness when he removed it. You whimpered, involuntarily, and then gasped when he pushed it back in again. He was thrusting it in and out of you achingly slowly, letting you feel every little movement, telegraphing his actions as explicitly as he could, making sure you could see as much of his arm as possible. You were eager to feel more of it, and you told him,

“John... Feels so good. Faster, please.”

He obliged, and you understood, finally, the appeal. It wasn’t just your asshole that was sending sensation information to your brain. It was your pussy as well. The wall between your two holes was incredibly sensitive, and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as he fucked you with your new toy. Suddenly, he stopped and crawled over you, angling his cock to press into your pussy, slipping in easily through your slick come.

You screamed, then. It was so intense, and you could feel both him and the plug battling each other for space as he began to thrust into you. Your shout stopped him at once, and he held his weight off of you,

“You’re hurt?”

You felt him start to pull out, panicked. You grabbed his waist, stopping him,

“Don’t go, baby.”

His sigh was pure elation, and he fed himself back into you, picking up a thumping rhythm that made the plug dance to his steady beat, teasing you incessantly. You were going to come so quickly and so hard. You could feel the build up, and it was like a stampede. Trying to warn him, you fought to catch your breath,

“John, I’m com-”

“Me, too, love. Bloody hell,” he spoke to you through gritted teeth, his pupils blown and full of a dark possession.

You came together, gasping and keening, feeling him rolling through his orgasm like a tidal wave, filling you up quickly.

He slid out of you, trying to catch his breath, and he carefully removed the plug, leaving you feeling hollow, full of a sort of sexual grief, a part of you begging to be filled again right away, bereft and missing your lover and his tools.

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

“Sorry, love. You alright? Sorry…it was - It was too much for me. Couldn’t last,” he was coming undone at the seams.

“More than alright, I think. That was…something else,” you smiled, earning yourself a wide grin in return.

You watched him carefully remove the plug from himself, laying them on the washcloth on the small table. John reached for the other two soft rags that he had set out, and he used one to clean you up. He was so diligent in making sure he didn’t put you at any risk of infection, and you could tell it was taking everything he had to concentrate on his work.

It had been almost a week since you’d had your adventure in toyland with John, and you were snuggling into him on the sofa, playing with the waistband of his pants absentmindedly, watching Liverpool and Tottenham. You weren’t sure how to push the envelope, so you just came right out and asked him,

“Do you want to fuck my ass tonight?”

He was mid-sip on his ale, and he nearly choked to death. His whole body convulsed as he coughed, hacking through the invasive liquid, trying to breathe. You’d startled him, and while you were a little sorry, you were also a little not.

“Wh-what, love?” He asked through coughs, his face red and full of wide surprise.

“I thought we could try. You know, if you wanted to.”

“Fuuuuuckin’ hell,” he caught his breath, smiling at you, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead, fully ignoring the game, “Yeah, yeah, I would do. Yeah, now?”

You giggled, curling into him cozily,

“You’ve got forty minutes left in this match, babe.”

John didn’t reply. He clicked the screen off with his remote and scooped you off the couch, carried you into the bedroom, and playfully tossed you onto the big mattress. You were laughing with nervous excitement, impressed by his reaction. His expression was still one of genuine surprise, but along the edges, you could see a tremendous needy desire. His tone was still bright and playful, but now it was heavy with lustful warning,

“Clothes off, love. You lit a fuckin’ match, you did.”

He raked his shirt off his torso and threw it away, shucking off his jeans and socks like he was in a race, slipping his boxers off to prowl over you, fully naked and hard as a stone, leaking as his cock rubbed along your thigh. You’d almost matched him, but you still had your panties on, and he peeled them from you unceremoniously, his lips finding yours and slanting against his bearded mouth. He slipped his tongue past your teeth, dragging it along yours, licking you with a delicate longing, making your body ready and willing to respond to his every whim.

Price was right of course, you had lit a match. He had one thing on his mind, and he let you know it. His mouth kissed its way down your body until it found your asshole, which he began to lick and writhe his way inside, lapping along the edges and onto your cheeks, devouring you. His fingers joined his efforts, rimming around the edges, sending clear signals to your body as he did so, and then he began to carefully invade your hole, prepping you for his intrusion.

The way he scissored his fingers in you was enough to send your mind soaring with pleasure, but when he reached for the bottle of lube, your nerves returned. Your body stilled, and your breathing became more shallow. He smeared the lube against you and slowed things way, way down.

“You alright, love? I won’t hurt you, baby, you know that,” he bent to kiss your neck, “You want me to stop?”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I’m just nervous.”

“Tha’s okay,” he smiled, “Brave girl. Being so good for me. Hungry for me, hm?”

“Yeah, I am,” you felt the waves of pleasure return at his praise-filled words. He knew what you wanted to hear, and he was happy to oblige.

Once he was pleased with your flexibility, he positioned himself at your asshole, slippery with lube and his thick precome, his cock jerking with excitement, rigid and stretching for you. The smooth, fleshy head of his dick pressed against your muscles, willing them to relent.

“Breathe for me, baby,” Price coached you.

You tried to breathe deeply, feeling yourself relax. Then, his head popped into you, mimicking the feeling of the plug. You sighed deeply, reveling in the familiar feeling. However, unlike the plug, Price had plenty more ground to cover, and he pushed himself deeper in the slowest, gentlest way possible. He was groaning the entire time, whining darkly in an animalistic way, like a wolf snarling in a fight, tense and stressed.

Wanting him to feel pleasure with you, your hands went to his belly, celebrating his body, rubbing him lovingly, rewarding him for his careful treatment.

He hit another boundary of some kind, stopping his progress. John meet your eyes, and it was so filthy, the way he looked at you, you felt yourself pulse around him. You watched (with no small level of pride) as his eyes rolled back into his head, showing you their fluttering whites like a vicious shark, ready to snap. He whispered to you, recovering a bit,

“Breathe deep for me. One, two, three…that’s it, love, good girl. Such a good girl for me. Yes-yes-yes… ohhh…”

The rest of him pressed its way into you, and you were truly filled. As he sheathed himself, he waited there, breathing with you, relaxing into you as you relaxed, his cock simply sitting inside of you, hard and warm.

“You okay?” He asked, quiet and falsely calm.

You nodded, cupping his bearded cheek,

“Yes, baby. I’m good. So fucking good.”

Reserved and heavily restrained, he began to thrust into you slow and easy, making the most delicious faces as he did so. It felt like a dream and time stretched out around you in all directions. He created waves and waves of pleasure for you. You were so full and warm, and your clit was tingling without being touched, excited by the sparkling sensation of Price fucking your ass. You reached down to touch yourself, hissing at the pleasure of your own touch, and Price was salaciously injured by it,

“Oh, bloody fuckin’ hell. Yes, baby. Just like that. Touch yourself… Shite! I’m not gonna last.”

You fondled your clit until you began to buzz from it, feeling the chill of an orgasm creep up your spine. You wanted him to join you, so you pushed him, knowing he was vulnerable,

“That’s my big bear, making me feel so fucking full. Want you to come in my ass. Wanna feel it inside me,” you doused the fire you’d built in him with kerosene words, and you grinned as you watched the resulting blaze.

“Fuuuuck, fuck, fuck!”

His come was thick and hot as it spilled out into you, and you could feel it inside of your asshole, wet and soft, folding around his cockhead as he thrust up into his own fluids. Pure bliss was painted across his face, and you covered yourself in his joy like a heavy coat, surrounded by it, and proud of your work, glad he was such a willing teacher.

You loved learning new tricks.

#call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #captain john price #cod #john price #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price x you #captain price smut #john price x reader #captain john price smut #captain john price x reader

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frozenjokes · 8 months

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I support all of his wrongs (he’s never done a right in his entire life)

obligatory fic snippet time, find the rest in my pinned post

the kestrels will absolutely believe scar when he tells them he isn’t haunted. why would he lie.

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“I guess I don’t have a choice then,” Scar frowned, risking a glance back. He was expecting the ghosts to be there, but not directly behind him, hanging over his head. Scar couldn’t stifle his own startled gasp, turning stiffly back around. Hopefully no one saw that. Based on the way everyone was staring, they absolutely did. Oh boy.

“Alright!” Sausage clapped, drawing the room’s attention back to him, “If you haven’t already guessed Scar, this is about your.. hm.. Let’s say your attitude when the topic of the paranormal surfaces. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we- especially after recent events- are concerned. Don’t you think that’s fair?”

Yeesh. This was going to be a shit show. “Okay, yeah, I understand where you guys are coming from. I know weird stuff happens around me a lot, and I know everyone likes to joke around, but you’re looking too deep into things. That’s all.”

“Well, we don’t feel that way.”

“Blunt.”

“You need to hear it, Scar, so take this seriously. And we want to help you if we can, so just give this a chance. I’m going to start, and we can all go in a circle and share times where we feel that your, or our lives have been endangered. I’ll go first! I will not lie, I did not appreciate you pulling your sword on me when I tried to take the ouija board away. Clearly, at least to me, whatever happened with the screaming event was connected, and I’m honestly quite concerned you want to keep something that dangerous around.”

“Alright, that wasn’t my best moment, and I am sorry, but I don’t think you have any right to touch my stuff.” Scar was ready to start tearing out his hair. Grian seemed awfully bold today, floating forward to laugh in his face. Pearl joined him, flicking her fingers in Scar’s face to try and get him to flinch. His frown only deepened.

“Me next?” Kyle pointed to himself, and began on Sausage’s nod, “Well, the big thing is the first ouija board incident. That was crazy. Those scratches weren’t deep, but I think they’re going to scar. But it isn’t even just that- it’s also how freaked out you were about it, before and after. You knew! And I don’t blame you for the fact that it happened, you warned me and I didn’t listen, but if you really don’t believe in anything paranormal, what’s with the edginess?”

Scar opened his mouth to respond, but was distracted by Impulse floating across the circle, using some unknown momentum to do little flips in the air. Scar closed his eyes. “No comment.”

“Okay, well my turn!” Oli started, puffing out his chest, “Now I know you tell me whenever you see me to mind the noise, or don’t think too hard about, or whatever, but gosh Scar, you are so loud in that room of yours! And I get it, everyone talks to themself from time to time, so I wouldn’t have said anything if I hadn’t heard who you were talking to! I mean, you even call them by names! The night you had your, for lack of a better word, seizure, you were talking to a Grian! And then there was another night where you were talking to someone else!

screenshot in doodle page is a direct continuation, the rest of it needs more context so it’s not here

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#hermitshipping #redscape #hermitcraft #pirates smp #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #boatem #boatemghostsau #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #I’m not tagging all the kestrels just imagine they’re here

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artsyjesseblue · 2 years

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Lion vs. Wolf

I’d like to go a bit deeper into a comparison between the VLD White Lion and the comics Purple Wolf (Gantomor), because I feel like there is more to explore regarding this part.

Imho, they both kind of look like wolfies, haha, but no matter - one is a lion, the other one is a wolf. But the similarities between them don’t stop here. I’ll start with the wolfie, and then we’ll talk about the lion.

So the comics story goes like this: the Paladins need to pass through the “wastes” (a dangerous area of space) in order reach some sacred hunting grounds. Keith, who is half-Galra, finds himself fighting this mysterious wolf, who claims to be the “warden of the sacred hunting grounds”, and who asks Keith to prove his worth through the rite of combat, in order to be allowed to enter the sacred grounds — or pay with his life. Does “victory or death” sound familiar?

Also look at this - "only the chosen may enter":

During the fight, there is even a close-up of Keith facing the roaring wolf:

When the rest of the paladins show up, the wolf disappears and reappears in the sky in a much larger form, confirmed by one of the characters, who says this: "[...] he responds to the size of the force against him. If he is met in single combat, he is one. If he is met with an army, he is many."

I discussed about the “One” vs “Many” / "One is All" concept in my previous comics meta, as a property of the rift entities, capable of uniting into a larger rift monster. Apparently, this wolf is an “ancient one”. “From a time when only combat could prove virtue.” And he must be destroyed. So it’s implied that the old ways of victory or death through combat must be put aside.

Voltron cannot withstand the forces of this mighty enemy, because he’s firing back exactly what Voltron throws at him. But Coran, who just fell sick with a virus, apparently can…

And the millions, billions of little viruses finally take down the purple wolfie:

If I interpret this correctly, the dark entity (the little aggressive virus creatures) becomes the Paladins' ally against the old Galra ways of victory through battle, represented by a purple wolf.

Well, let’s see how the white lion story unfolds: The Voltron team decides to go to the Petrulian zone, which Coran explains is a “graveyard” for spaceships:

(At this point, can we call them the “wastes”?) Voltron attempts to enter the white hole, but is met by the Lion’s resistance:

Lotor explains to them that the monster (lion) is a guard keeping the unworthy out.

When arriving at the Oriande pyramid, Allura and Lotor meet the lion guard, and this time he’s much smaller:

(so this guy, too, can adapt in size, depending on the size of the force opposing him) Here’s Lotor, who is also half-Galra like Keith, facing the open mouth of the beast:

And then the resolution for the two parallel stories (lion/wolf) apparently diverges, but let's see how much.

In the white lion’s case, Allura offers her own life (which, if I extract the symbolic meaning from the Yalex comic story, it can also mean offering your life to the Entity, by becoming One with it. Ta-daa, the princess becomes One with the Lion):

The pearl of wisdom… or the secret of life… in both cases you have to offer your own life to gain them. Life for life, light for light, that is the price of enlightenment. Equivalent trade.

Conversely, the secret of darkness, the secret of (victory or) death can be gained through darkness, through “a fight to the death”. Let’s see how.

The way I see the purple wolf’s case, is that it represents the dark counterpart of the white lion, like Yin vs Yang, animus vs anima. Purple means the darker side, by extension the ancient, fierce Galran path. And, oops, yes, Lotor as well, because he represents Allura’s animus, while she stands as his anima. Only by incorporating each other’s side, they can trully, fully connect with one another. As they both mention several times, “I couldn’t have done this without you.” They complement each other. Coran - an Altean, btw - brings an army of… little evil entities/viruses to defeat the wolf. Allura beats the dark purple magic of Honerva by making use of the Dark Entity. They take in the dark magic itself: Coran falls ill with the Nomo virus, and Allura accepts the Dark Entity. They become one with it. She finally has the courage to do that. She conquers her fear of darkness, and follows its path. A fear that Lotor had teased her about: “Poor Allura. All the power in the Universe at your fingertips, and you still fear using it.” Here’s how I see it: the white lion and the purple wolf stand as opposing, yet complementary spiritual forces. — The white lion can be interpreted as the anima, the feminine, the light energy, the Altean traditions. — The purple wolf represents the animus, the masculine, the dark energy, the Galran ways. Allura easily incorporated the white lion into herself, and passed the Oriande trials, because that was already part of herself, of who she had been raised to be. In a way you could say she was not really passing a trial, because the ancient alchemy instincts already existed within herself, as confirmed by the voice of the Lifegiver speaking to her. Oriande simply helped Allura awaken her own inner light.

(Allura asks the Lifegiver at Oriande: "I wish to learn the secrets my father knew, the alchemy that created Voltron." And a female voice from above answers: "There is no need to kneel here. You are home, and the secret is already within you. Rise, let us embrace you.")

At Oriande, she is home. That was not Lotor's home, at least not at that moment. Lotor didn’t complete the anima test at that point, because he was not ready for it. Instead, he applied the wolf’s method - “victory or death”. Conversely, Allura did not immediately pass the wolf’s test because she wasn’t ready for it either. And we know she wasn’t prepared for it yet, because Lotor had told her so: "Clearly, Princess, you are not ready to end this war."

Lotor already possessed the “purple wolf” within him: he was the skilled tactician who - just like a wolf corners his prey - hunted the Lions on Thayserix, the place where, unknowingly, Allura met and entered into direct combat with her animus (and one of my favorite episodes, tbh, precisely because of that amazing foreshadowing; he lures and corners the paladins into a place where they’re at a disadvantage, then spots the novice player in the team and pursues her with a poised strategy; it’s where we see her in full panic mode, terrified of the "purple wolf" before her):

And when we hear him saying “someone’s learning”, it does follow the contextual meaning, but it also foreshadows Allura’s path of “learning” Lotor’s way of doing things - precisely what she was afraid of. (Also, let's not underestimate the smoldering erotic subtext of this whole encounter, which gleams magnificently at us throughout the scenes. The “hunt” is quite evocative. Don’t tell me you didn’t foresee these guys as a pair, after this loaded episode. I did.)

“Someone’s learning”, indeed. Lotor seemed to be a good teacher: his “student” dinged him well with that freeze-ray, after sheer panic forced Allura to connect with her Lion. “Well-played, paladin!” Ahem…

*note: maybe the Agotian trials mentioned by Dayak in S8E2 represented child-Lotor’s wolf test - which he successfully passed at such a young age? If the Alteans had the Oriande test, maybe the Galra had the Agotian trials? After all, little Lotor admitted that “all I do, I do in the name of Galra.” Just as Allura was raised in the white lion culture of Altea, Lotor was raised in the purple wolf culture of Galra. And they both perform admirably within their cultural boundaries. But, to quote Allura, “it isn’t enough.” So they both have to switch their viewpoints and accept the other side as part of themselves. Because, as Lotor said, “this isn’t a zero-sum game.” Meeting each other’s needs happens in the middle.

Although we don’t see her directly in combat trial with an actual wolf in the main story, it is foreshadowed by the comics and the message is clear: the only way to conquer darkness is through darkness.

She actually fails the test lamentably when she fights Lotor/her “wolf” in the rift. Because she uses the white lion method, of overloading him with her abundant bright quintessence (she even admits it’s a technique learned in Oriande) and then proceeds to leave him there to simmer in that light. She literally slays the “wolf”, just like Lotor killed his white lion. They both failed the tests, not just Lotor. But, finally - finally! - in S8 “Clear Day” episode, Allura accepts the invitation of the dark entity. Thus, she completes the final step, which is to assimilate the animus, adapting it to her internal Altean guiding light.

If you get to think of it, Allura didn’t accept her animus until she was convinced that she needed to. In the same way, imposing the bright light of anima onto Lotor wouldn’t work either - he needs to reach a climax story point where he would also realize he needed to.

After this, we should have seen Lotor pass the White Lion’s trial - either in the literal way or in some metaphorical way, as an equivalent to Allura passing his “Purple Wolf” trial. We didn’t. And that is why for many of us, S8 felt choppy, like missing a vital piece. Because… there was a decisive moment, when a certain purple prince, revived by the princess, would return to our story and assimilate the anima, willfully accepting the path of light, of the white lion. He would become the Purple Lion of the show, foreshadowed also in Clear Day:

Sure, Lance, dream on. Of course there is a purple lion:

(If Lotor becomes a Purple Lion, does that turn Allura into a White Wolf?)

Yet we never got to see a purple lion, because apparently it doesn’t sell well to little boys and their dads who want toys. After building a coherent and amazing story, the crew behind VLD (who "burrow every day," underground is where they stay, gagged by NDA - look! I even made them a silly poem) had to alter the show under the utterly uninspired direction of the IP owner, WEP. In their narrow, commercially niched vision, Lotor was most likely a means to fulfill the simple role of a stark villain, meant to trigger future profitable spin-offs. So not only did little Lotor grow up abused by everyone around him, but his character also suffered under the abuse of the franchise owner.

Nonetheless, I ignore this so-called "canon" and continue to shine a light over the true - purple - color of the finale. The Lion and the Wolf deserved better.

#lotura meta #lotor meta #lotura #vld meta #vld #lotor #allura #voltron #lotor deserved better #vld comics #white lion #purple wolf #purple lion #jesseblue writes

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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⚓: Hey lovely! Sorry I passed out when I got home but now I will be spamming you. Can I get a ship with Harry Potter(both eras if you write for them, I forget because you are awesome and write for so many people!), stranger things and Pirates of the Caribbean. Here I am: I’m a bit chubby🤷🏼‍♀️ I do have OCD(but I’m on medicine so it’s all good) I am a fourth grade teacher! I have two doggos. I’m pretty calm but boring🙃 I’m very blunt but always with good intentions! I am VERY sassy and sarcastic though, some people cannot handle the mess I am 😂 I am a ENTJ and a ravenclaw 💙 random crazy fact about me, I am the pickiest eater but I’ll try anything once! (When I was a kid there was a year that I ate nothing but cheerios) Likes: my dogs, baby’s, cute fluffy pink things, kind people, reading, cleaning, baking(even tho I suck at it I’m getting better), leaning new things(I’m learning more about the personality types and Spanish rn!!) Dislikes: anything scary(horror movies, spooky stuff), alcohol, disorganized places

Ofc babe! 😘

First I ship you with Sirus Black! 🖤

He always enjoys when you let the sass and sarcasm release together but he tries to make sure not to do anything for a sarcastic remark

He tries not to drink too much when you guys go to parties with a heavy alcohol presence around no matter what kind of party it is he always makes sure you're not too far away and not drink a lot of alcohol in front of you

He likes hearing you read to him randomly while you read a chapter book no matter what it is or when it is he always lays in your lap listening to you calmly read

He always includes you in pranks against the others always having you jump out near him to scare someone more

He likes seeing you with your dogs always petting them and taking care of them when you are in the other room or at class and he ditches for the day to take a break snuggling with your dogs at your home

He likes to help you bake including sneaking licks of frosting off the spoon and eating the sprinkles or candies you put on the cake

Now I ship you with Jim Hopper! 🤎

He likes your blunt honesty no matter the situation or if it hurts someone's feelings you say it anyway out of the kindness of your heart and true honesty

He likes seeing you with kids even older kids but it's when you're with babies and little kids that his heart just soars and warms

He likes when you make home bread even when he is sick he still enjoys slowly home made bread and soup made by you with love

He likes to get you anything pink and fluffy he can find from blankets, lamps, and clothes to purses, pillow covers, and curtains always enjoying your smile and the kiss he gets for it

He always reminds you to take your medicine even having it ready for you while you get up and get awake so you can get your day started

He always smiles and smirks when you put someone in their place especially if they are a shitty person and need to be

And finally I ship you with Will Turner! 🩵

He never judges your emotions no matter the situation he just hugs you and listens to what you need and have to say

He accepts and loves you for who you are always gently and affectionately rubbing your sides showing you how much he truly loves you when the two of you are alone and intimate

He likes seeing you in one of his clothes or wearing one of his scarfs around your head or tying your hair up never holding back his sweet smile at the subtle act

He always smirks and laughs even in a dangerous situation when you stand toe to toe with someone with a sword or a gun never afraid to show how far you're willing to go for him and the black pearl crew

He likes watching you interact with each member of the crew being a friend and even like a sister to most of them always helping someone when needed

He likes that you and Elizabeth are wonderful friends whenever you go if will isn't there she is following right beside you

#jim hopper x reader #will turner #sirius black x reader #700 followers celebration #sirius black #jim hopper #follower celebration #will turner x reader #judgementdaysunshine's 700 followers celebration #judgementdaysunshine

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bloodmoon24 · 7 months

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Ok, since I haven’t made Kraken yet or even the Sky Witch that I named Arrow, I’m gonna go ahead and do some fun facts/likes and dislikes for them both

Tide:

• 17 years old sea otter

• Decided to make him male

• Has a snake Talistrum named Leviathan

• Pansexual, aroace, he/him pronouns

• Leviathan’s jewelry form is choker

• All water witches can naturally breathe underwater

• First spell was when he made a glass of water levitate and make fun shapes with it

• He has an older sister and a brother with the same age as him

• Loves surfing, his friends, beach parties, volleyball, mysteries, music, chicken soup, coral reefs, hanging out with Arrow

• Hates Eggman, Jade’s bad mood, water pollution, anyone harming any water habitats, not being able to help Sonic with his water fear

Arrow:

• 17 years old falcon

• Trans man (figured out at the age of 14/15)

• Has a lioness Talistrum named Bow (Ha. Bow and Arrow)

• Bisexual, demiromantic/sexual like Ice the Ermine

• Bow’s jewelry form is a ring

• All sky witches can control the weather/temperature

• First spell was when a heatwave hit, he (or in this case she because this happened as a kid) was able to make a cool breeze and helped cool off some people

• He has a mom and a little sister named Mist

• Loves flying through the air, adventure, his family and friends, tension (in a good/shipping way), hanging out with Kraken, making theories about stuff (almost like Sticks the Badger), sunny days, grilled cheese sandwiches, watching Savanna messing with Espio, Bow playing with the other Talistrums

• Hates Jet, Knuckles when he playfully punched him too hard, his little sister in danger, Rouge trying to steal their Witch’s Pearls, anything girly, wearing a very tight binder, not being able to fly

So that’s it for now. And once I complete Kraken and Arrow, I’ll be doing a full Chaos Witch group edit. Kinda like how previews are made for introducing a new character for a movie/game/show. Plus, I figured that not all witches have to be women, so I brought some men in this group, because why not? Thank you all for any patience of my next Chaos Witch edits, I’ll be also posting/making some more witch lore soon, so be ready for that. Hope you all have a fantastic day 😉👍🏼

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sth oc #sonic the hedgehog oc #chaos witch #chaos magic #Talistrum #tide the otter #leviathan the Talistrum #arrow the falcon #bow the Talistrum #leviathan the snake #bow the lioness #fun facts

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caseeliz · 2 years

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Hello? Hi, I’m Steven. Buddwick said you were looking for me. Welcome to heaven, and congratulations on finding your way here! I know it’s not easy. Don’t worry, you’ll be allowed to leave after we’ve talked. It is not your time to stay, little one.

Let’s sit down on that patch of moss beneath the willow tree. The sun can grow quite hot here, enough to scorch dark skin, but the moss will keep us cool. Are you comfortable? Good. We shouldn’t be disturbed here. Most of the people here will have found their own sunning places by now.

So, you’d like to know about Connie and Geode, would you? Well, Connie is the president, and Geode is her husband. Connie was just an ordinary girl when I first met her, riding her bike and wearing big glasses⎯

What? You know this already? So why⎯ Ah. I get it. You want to know what I think of Connie and Geode, don’t you? Okay. I’m not going to pretend that I don’t know why you’re interested—everyone in heaven knows how I feel about the current president, but they’re too polite to say anything. After all, I’m just a kid, and she is an adult.

And of course, I’m in heaven now, while Connie is still very much alive, with a few years yet to live. She has a husband, too, who has given her two girls and stayed by her side all through the Great Journey and never stopped loving her, not even when it looked as if humanity would not survive in their new home. Perhaps you think I should have gotten over her by now, that I should have given up long ago and accepted that we could only ever be friends? I can tell by the way your eyes have narrowed that this is exactly what you think. But like everyone here, you’re too kind to say anything. Do you think I don’t know how hopeless this is? Do you think I still hope that she’ll be mine one day, that somehow I’ll stop being a kid and Geode will vanish like the dew, and everybody will forget that we should never have been together?

I’m sorry, you asked an honest question and it’s only fair I should give you an honest answer without getting mad. The truth is, I love Connie now as much as I ever did, and I’ll watch over her forever, knowing that she can never be mine. She belongs to Geode. But my heart is hers, and always will be. It wasn’t love at first sight, you know. When we first met, it was at a boardwalk parade. I saw her drop her bracelet and decided to keep it in my freezer so I could return it the next time I saw her. When I gave it back to her, she recognized me from the parade, and we became fast friends after I saved her from a rockfall and a corrupted gem, though we both felt that what was between us could be more than just a friendship, even if I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly our relationship could develop into.

The first time we showed any feelings for each other was our first picnic together, when Connie asked how I was doing. I tried to act like nothing was wrong when Amethyst had nearly died and I hadn’t been able to heal her. She could see my fear that I would never be good enough for the Crystal Gems through my façade, and that was when we inadvertently discovered that I did have healing powers after she swallowed my spit in the juice we shared. Since then, she’d been able to break through my facades to get me to admit how I actually felt whenever something troubled me. I guess we would have never been able to fuse if she couldn’t do that.

After our first time fusing, we had been on so many adventures together, from training with Pearl and Amethyst to hunting corrupted gems. My favorite adventure with her was not saving the world from White Diamond, but racing with Kevin. It was the least dangerous one we both undertook, and I needed a change of pace after all that fighting. And with each adventure, our love for each other grew, and it almost always felt like nothing could get in the way of our special relationship. Of course, weeks before my death, I prematurely proposed to her, afraid that she would unknowingly abandon me like my other friends had seemingly but not actually done when I needed their reassurance and support the most. It only created a wedge between us, and since then my powers had gotten more dangerous and harder to control until it was too late for her to save me from them.

When I turned into a corrupted gem and had my throat slit by Cherry Quartz to stop me from destroying Little Homeworld further, I stayed on the hill for a day, wishing Connie could see my spirit during my impromptu funeral. I know it’s not her fault she had no idea I was struggling, but I should not have died then!

Even if I always had to be a kid, cut off from Connie by an age gap in the most meaningful ways, I could have walked beside her as she became a politician, and then candidate and president. Instead, I was condemned to watch her from far away, not always clearly, like gazing at fish flitting at the bottom of a pool. Sometimes ripples hid her from me, and I would pace in heaven night after night, searching for her. When I found her again, things would be different; she would have seen things, done things without me knowing, and it was like meeting a stranger for the first time. But I never stopped watching, never gave up on trying to help her. I walked with her in her dreams, shared her fears, guided her with all the knowledge that being in heaven gave me. I know how much she looked forward to seeing me, how glad she was to see me. Can you imagine how much that hurts, to be closer to her now that I am in heaven than we were when I was alive?

After one of those moonless nights, Geode was her husband, and I knew that the invisible river between us had grown too wide to leap across. Did you know that she once came looking for me in a dream, sought me out to explain that she had to move on and that she couldn’t be in love with a memory anymore? I am not a memory! I wanted to cry out. I am here, I still love you. I will walk beside you forever. But what is that compared with the warmth that Geode can offer her, the solid presence of a husband to help her lead her country, to give her beautiful children and watch their kin grow up together? I will still be young when Connie grows old, but Geode will match her step for step, reflecting her graying hair and slowing feet like a pool of clear water. Does Connie love Geode? Oh yes, I have no doubt about that. Geode is a good husband to her; anybody can see how much he loves her, how much he believes in her as president of the United States. Their daughters are wonderful people, and I love them as if they were my own. Stanley has a special destiny, just like her mother did, and it is an honor to be able to walk in her dreams and guide her. But sometimes I can’t help wishing that I was her father instead, standing side by side with Connie to watch her grow. I will do everything I can to make sure that no harm comes to her, or to her sister, Jessica, until the time is right for them to join me here.

Look, the shadows are lengthening, it’s time for you to go. Jenny will show you to the border. Jenny, come here, please! Thank you for visiting. I hope I’ve told you what you wanted to hear—and if I haven’t, then perhaps it’s best to say nothing of our conversation. Especially not to Connie! The truth is that she and Geode are happy, which is all that matters. I could wish and wish for things to be different, but they aren’t, and never will be. I would not change a single heartbeat of my life, nor all the time since, if it meant losing a moment of Connie’s friendship.

Now, go well, and may heaven walk your path always.

#corrupted steven #steven universe #steven universe future #su #suf #warrior cats #warriors #spottedleaf

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ggidolsmuts · 2 years

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“Oops I did it again” - Viviz SinB

Hey I got you bubble tea :)

Really? Awesome thanks!

You put your phone away, humming under your breath as you have something to look forward to now, courtesy of Eunbi. The rest of your commute home is short, and you call out to her when you enter.

"Hey I'm back!"

"O-Oh, hey, welcome back." Eunbi greets you, but for some reason she's coming from your room.

"Hey, why were you in my room?"

"Umm..." she blocks the entrance to your bedroom, but she doesn't actively try to stop you.

"What the fuck?!" Across your keyboard you see milk tea spilt all over it, a few tapioca pearls settling in between the keys.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Eunbi squeals in apology. "I-I was going to place it on your desk, but then my hand slipped and the cup burst on the table, I was trying to clean it up and tell you afterwards, but you were back already, I'm so sorry."

You were speechless in anger, she could've just left the drink in the fridge! "I..." The words fail you, and you instead try to pick the pearls out from your keyboard, wiping it best you can with some tissues. You tap on a key—it stays stuck.

"I'm so sorry!" Eunbi's clinging on to your arm—she knows you were mad, and not in a "roommates arguing about the dishes" sense. "I'll get you a new one okay? Or something."

Your fingers clench and unclench, balling up into a fist before relaxing again. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

"It's... okay Eunbi, I don't... blame you." you manage to breathe out. You grab her wrist, making her release her grip on your arm. "I know you meant well, it was just an accident. Thank you for the bubble tea." SinB stands there dumbly, stunned by your restraint. "Go, let me clean this up."

"Are you sure? I can help you clean it—"

"Please go. And close the door." Silently she leaves, and as the door closes, you let yourself go a little bit.

"Fuck!"

Eunbi hears your outburst and winces behind the door, she feels bad, she knows she fucked up really badly. She walks away, thinking about how to make it up to you.

She goes online to look for a keyboard similar to what you had, and the best she found was... how the fuck do keyboards cost that much?! Biting her lip, Eunbi closes her eyes and clicks on "Order", instantly burning a hole in her wallet.

As she makes to close the browser though, she sees something on the site's recommendations list—perhaps that would cheer you up in the short term? Eunbi clicks "Order" once more, and then chooses "one-day shipping". A second hole burnt in her wallet, but this couldn't come soon enough, she needed it here now to take your mind off things.

The next day, you're at your desk armed with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some q-tips, still trying to clean what you could of your keyboard when SinB interrupts you. "Hey, I have something for you."

"What, more bubble tea?" you ask sarcastically, instantly regretting it. "Sorry, that was low, what is it?"

SinB ignores your jab, sliding her phone across the desk. "This is for you."

You look up at her questioningly, but SinB doesn't offer more information. You noticed that she is wearing her stage outfit for some reason—a white tube top and blue skirt. "Why are you dressed like that?" You look at the screen, and it seems to be split into two halves. There are a few buttons on the side, but all they seem to be are... shapes? You swipe your finger up and down on the phone.

SinB's knees nearly buckle at the pleasure, your sudden actions causing the vibrator inside her to stimulate her g-spot and clit.

"Ahh! I wanted to, mmm! I wanted to put on a show for you, to show you how sorry I am." You swipe rapidly on the phone, and she goes weak, sinking to her knees in front of you.

"How sorry are you?" you ask her, taking her by the chin, and tilting her head up to you. SinB gets even wetter when she sees your eyes glittering dangerously, the keyboard cleaning temporarily forgotten.

"Very sorry, I really didn't mean it." SinB whines as you turn the vibrator off. "Please punish me."

"I'm not mad at you," you say in as even a tone as you could manage, wanting to prod her a little. "You don't have to do this."

"I want to, I want you to do this." She takes your hand, guiding your fingers, making them swipe on the phone before her hand trembles over yours, the pleasure getting to her very quickly. SinB let's out a frustrated moan when you turn it off. You leave her bewildered as you dig into your closet and produce a pull-up bar—you bought it on a New Year's Resolution whim, but it ended up unused and wasted, until now.

"Grab the bar." SinB hastens to comply with your order once you finish setting it up. You bind her wrists to the bar with the silk scarves you two liked to use, and once that's done you have her let go—light as she is, the bar easily held up her weight. You take grim satisfaction at how helpless SinB looked, the bar just high enough to force SinB to tiptoe, neither hanging off it or standing stably on the ground. SinB trembles as your fingers trace her exposed midriff, and she mumbles acknowledgement as you whisper to her the safeword.

"Got it?"

"Yes, please, I'm so sorry..." SinB tenses as you reach for her phone, closing her eyes and preparing for her punishment... but it never came. She snaps them open, only to see you back at your desk, cleaning your keyboard once more, her phone forgotten on the edge of the desk.

"What the fuck, Source Music!" SinB shouts the safeword angrily. "What are you doing?" She tries to tug herself down, but you did a good job on the knots, and she can only swing her legs uselessly in rage.

"Punishing you. Why do you get to enjoy the punishment?"

"Because I want to, I said I'm sorry already, what the— oh yes!" You delight in shutting SinB up, turning the vibrator on to a low setting to interrupt her diatribe.

"Fine, shut up and I'll come back to you in a bit." SinB stops shouting, and her quieter moans allows you to pop another keycap off and clean it thoroughly.

Ten minutes later, you have cleaned about half your keyboard, and SinB has soaked through her panties. With nothing else to do or think about, the slow consistent vibration of the toy stokes her desires to new heights—it doesn't help that her skirt is a tight fit, keeping her legs together and the vibrator pressed firmly in its intended place. The lack of new stimuli makes her feel hotter and hotter underneath her skimpy outfit, and her eyes are glued to your hand, which reaches tantalizingly close to her phone every time you place a freshly-cleaned keycap near it.

"Please..." the whimper leaks out of her lips unbidden as she watches you place another cleaned keycap on the desk.

"Almost done." Comes the reply, and SinB whines in frustration, her hands clenching and unclenching uselessly.

Another five minutes later, and SinB almost cries out in joy as she sees you pick up her phone. You walk over to her, and her eyes are wild with desire.

"Please, please punish me!"

You fake a frown in response. "Sorry, it seems like your phone ran out of battery."

"What, no that can't be, I just— hnngh!" SinB's grunt becomes a shriek as you make her explode in front of you, swiping ruthlessly on the phone, having the vibrator stimulate her g-spot directly. As she recovers from the sudden orgasm with loud gasps, you examine the buttons closely—they are presets for how the vibrator will pleasure either her g-spot or her clit.

"Hmm, let's see which of these you like."

You test out each button, and they make the vibrator pleasure SinB in different patterns and frequencies. Some patterns alternate quickly between her two sweet spots, others focus on one or the other. A few creative patterns even play with the intensity, building SinB up to a boiling point before letting her back down, working her like a roller coaster she can't get off.

Well, she could get off—many times in fact, as seen by the stream of slick down her legs and pooling at her feet. Much like her current predicament, her mouth hangs open, moaning freely and drooling sloppily, a stark contrast to her stylish stage outfit. You play with SinB, gradually reducing the intensity of the vibrations after each climax, but the moment you see SinB's pupils once more you set the vibrator to a different pattern, causing them to disappear into her head again.

After bringing SinB to a few screaming orgasms and more than a few smaller peaks, you pick the one that SinB had the best response to and set it to the highest intensity. The toy alternates viciously between mind-shattering g-spot stimulation and spine-numbing clitoral vibrations. Her hands clench into fists, her legs kicking out even when restrained by her tight skirt, trying to writhe away from the vibrator inside her. It is all useless, of course, especially when you finally have the vibrator stimulate both sweet spots at once.

"No... fuck you! Oh, oh fuck meeee!" SinB's voice breaks, and so does she, her entire body seizing up in her strongest orgasm yet. She twitches and jerks intensely, a gush of juices bursting through her completely ruined panties and creating a puddle on the floor. You turn the vibrator off, and the only sound in the room is her heavy breathing and the drip of fluids from SinB—her head hangs limply, her tears and drool and snot mixing with her juice on the floor.

You eye your handiwork, and she is beautiful. In her thrashing about, SinB’s tube top has slipped upwards and released her breasts, revealing their petite and pretty shapes to you. You toss the phone to the bed, reaching out automatically to grab and knead at them.

"Wait, no, wait... God, not again..." you muffle her hoarse protests with a kiss, drool and all. With SinB's literal putty in your hands you fondle her oversensitive tits, pinching and tweaking her nipples to tired gasps and a small orgasm, a mere blip in the sea of pleasure SinB's awash in.

"Is that enough punishment?" you ask her, and she weakly tries to wrap her legs around you, as if to keep you close, or to keep you away from the phone, either one.

"Yes... it was amazing."

"What do you say then?"

"Thank you."

"Good girl." SinB trembles at the praise, and she quivers when you continue. "Can I have my reward then?"

"Yes, whatever you want, anything you want." You move down her body, tasting the sweat on her chest as you lick and suck her breasts for your own enjoyment. You wouldn't mind hearing more of her whimpering, but your other head that doesn't do any listening really wants you to have your reward, so you finally unbind SinB from the pull-up bar. She collapses in a heap on the floor, completely drained of strength, and you have to carry her to bed.

You tug her top off before pulling her skirt and panties down. You thought about ripping the vibrator out roughly, but poor SinB looked utterly wrecked, so you settle for pulling it out slowly. Her pussy gaped from how long the toy had been in her... and you plan to make said hole bigger. You strip quickly, and SinB lets out a lusty moan as she eyes your hard shaft, both desiring and fearing what you would do next.

"Turn around."

"I-I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

SinB blushes, her hands pressing feebly into the sheets as she struggles to even prop herself up. "I can't move, that was too much earlier. S-Sorry, please don't punish me." She keeps up her roleplay, so you follow along, rolling her on to her front as you take your position above her.

"I'm going to take my reward now."

"Mmhmm." SinB buries her face into the pillow, but you wanted to hear her speak. Firmly you grab her hair, pulling her off the pillow slightly.

"And what's my reward?"

"M-Me." A jolt of pleasure going straight through SinB as she gives herself over to you, as if she hadn't already.

"What about you?"

"My, nngh!" You rub her pussy with your head, right on the brink of penetration. "My pussy needs you." You pull back a little, a hand reaching down to slap her butt lightly.

"You don't get to need anything. If you want something, beg for it and I might give it to you." SinB looks up at you, her eyes filled with need and want, her makeup smeared messily from earlier.

"I want your cock, please give it to me, I need it so badly, the vibrator was good, but your cock will be even better, please, please!"

"Oh, the vibrator was good? I should just put that back in you then."

"No! No I'm sorry, I felt nothing with the vibrator. It's terrible, just like I was, I'm sorry I spilled bubble tea on your keyboard, I'm so—hggk!" Her words trigger a rage-fueled lust in you, and your fingers close around her neck, choking her briefly. SinB's pussy gets even more drenched as you growl into her ear.

"Don't, remind, me."

No! Not daring to make a sound, SinB screams internally as she feels the vibrator being pushed back into her. But as she braces for the vibrations she finds herself clamping down on nothing—you were already pulling it out.

What—oh god! She muffles a moan into the pillow when you push the slick toy against her firm ringed opening.

"Let's see how good the vibrator is in here." There is slight resistance, but SinB doesn't squirm away or use the safeword, merely trembling as you continue to push the vibrator against her asshole. She knows what you want, and taking a deep breath she makes herself relax. With a gasp and a slight lift of her hips the toy is inside her, a large portion of the vibrator slipping into her ass, gaping it open, just like her pussy.

"Good girl, very good girl..." you breathe into her ear. "Have your reward, our reward."

Words escape the two of you, your low-pitched moan and SinB's high-pitched whine mixing as you push into her. Your length spears her open, and you spread her legs with your own, getting as deep as you can, until you feel the other end of the vibrator against your stomach.

SinB's breathes rapidly, double-stuffed for the first time ever. She felt so full, your cock felt bigger than ever, as if you would make her bulge. It was overwhelming, and she had to muffle her scream as you began pulling out.

"Are you okay?" you break character to ask, genuinely worried for a second. SinB nods weakly, her eyes dulled with desire and pleasure.

"Please, give it to me."

So you give it to her, gritting your teeth and pushing back into her. Similarly, thanks to the plug SinB felt tighter than ever, and soon you couldn't help but pump her faster and faster, your body acting with a mind of its own.

Loud bop-bop sounds bounce around the bedroom as your hips crash into her ass, but surprisingly SinB is silent—that's because she can't even voice her pleasure right now. With every deep thrust you send a jolt of ecstasy through her, but as you do so you also bump into the vibrator, sending another bolt of joy straight through her ass. The double strike renders her soundless—before she can even get the breath to moan at your thrust, the jiggling of the toy in her ass takes it away.

Her hands flail uselessly underneath you as you double-penetrate her prone, and with a "stroke" of luck she swipes at her phone on the bed, turning it on. SinB cums on the spot, her eyes rolling in the head once more as the vibrating toy in her ass and your cock stretching her out prove far too powerful. It is almost lethal as she clenches and squirts around you, hovering on the edge of consciousness.

"Oh fuck! Damn..." you curse SinB's wonderful orgasm as you hit your own limit, the vibrator enhancing both your pleasures while you unload into her, your thick cum trying to compete with her juices in sheer volume. The vibrations help the two lewd liquids mix, punishment and reward blending and leaking out the sides of your connection as SinB overflows, filled with so much more than cock and vibrator. The hot load inside her overloads her senses, and her entire world shuts down into pleasurable darkness. SinB doesn't even feel your weight crashing down on her as you collapse—she’s completely out.

When Eunbi opens her eyes once more she realizes she's staring at the ceiling, and she moans when she tries to move—her entire body's on fire, sore in places she didn't know could be sore.

"Don't move." She hears you, but she can't see you. She certainly feels you, gasping as a cold towel rubs her inner thighs, gently brushing between her legs.

"W-What happened?"

"You blacked out for a bit, just rest." Eunbi allows her head to just sink into the pillow, letting out small moans of relief as you gently wipe her clean with the cold towel. She whimpers as you massage her hands and wrists, getting the blood flowing back to them after being tied on the pull-up bar for so long.

"You want water?"

"Yes please." You help Eunbi, propping her up with pillows as you pass her a cup of water, which she slurps greedily. Tiredly she slumps against you, still drained of her strength.

"Why didn't you say the safeword, I was scared for a moment."

"I am sure as hell not saying that name if I can help it."

"Fine, but—"

"Definitely not while I get fucked silly, that felt so damn good."

You're speechless at her appetite for rough sex, and you settle for allowing her to rest against you, stroking her hair absentmindedly.

"I'm sorry for ruining your keyboard." Eunbi starts again.

"Enough, I'm not mad at you. It happens, I might have done it to myself sooner or later. Besides, I have a backup, I'm just cleaning the keycaps because I want to keep using them."

Eunbi catches on to the only piece of information that mattered to her.

"Wait, you have a backup?!"

"Yeah, I have two of them, just so I can switch parts when I feel like it."

"You have two? And you didn't tell me? I already ordered you another one!"

"What? Why would I tell you..." you were surprised she would go that far. "Wait, those aren't cheap."

"Oh I know." Now Eunbi's more than annoyed. With anger-fueled strength she pushes you on your back before pulling herself on top of you. You could easily resist her, but now it is your turn to feel bad, and you let your wrists be bound by the same silk scarf you used on her earlier. "I'm going to punish you for this, get hard for me again."

You were already complying with her order, a second wind lifting you when you felt her tight body on top of yours. But you were still slightly worried about her.

"We don't have to do this now, I'll let you punish me later, you just blacked out earlier—"

SinB silences you with a kiss, stinging your bottom lip with a soft bite. She sighs, lifting her hips with the barest amount of effort, and obediently you push up into her with a moan.

"I'm tired, shut up and fuck me until I tell you to stop."

"Yes." You start moving your hips, but you yelp when you feel a sting on your chest—SinB had pinched your nipples, and not too gently at that.

"Yes what?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy. Now fuck me and pour that cum in me if you want to earn that fucking keyboard, or else I'm pouring bubble tea all over it in front of you."

A/N: Wanted to write another one for SinB for Viviz comeback, finally got around to it lol. More Dom/Sub fun with SinB. I used Eunbi for when it’s not sexy time, and SinB when it’s sexy time, just in case it is a little confusing. Yes, the safeword is “Source Music”, heh. Thanks for reading!

#smut #sinb #viviz #gfriend

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sadprosed · 3 years

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𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬ OF MERMAIDS, MASQUERADES AND MAGIC.

scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages, fashioned by the author. tw for drowning mentions.

+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !

MERMAIDS.

‘ beyond the winds and past the shores, strange magic lurks about. ’

‘ will you go to the lagoon with me ? it’s unsafe to go alone. ’

‘ they say a siren’s call alone can drown a man before she swallows him. ’

‘ quick ! cover your ears. ’

‘ what did you imagine as you heard the song ? ’

‘ i can feel a voice like claws sinking beneath my skin. ’

‘ one can pray to the ocean, but the waters answer in strange tongues. ’

‘ careful, or we’ll hit the reef. ’

‘ the sea-folk are flighty as their fins, and illusive as shimmering scales. ’

‘ i should like to find myself a sailor fit for a feast. ’

‘ sometimes i wish there was more than the endless waves. ’

‘ do you see that ? there, beneath the surface ? ’

‘ that’s no fish, and no woman either. ’

‘ what lies off the edge of the map ? ’

‘ the sea has monsters, but beauties too. ’

‘ i’ve heard that merfolk make bargains, and trade in the ocean’s magic. ’

‘ i’ve never seen a pearl like this one. ’

‘ the ship will go down if we don’t turn about ! ’

‘ what is that, out there on the rocks ? ’

‘ won’t you listen to my song ? ’

‘ mermaids love shiny things. keep a careful eye on yours. ’

‘ if we hide in the kelp, we might see them as they pass. ’

‘ i’ve heard the tales. to catch you means to gain a granted wish. ’

‘ i’ve never seen your likeness, only heard the myths. ’

‘ come with me, beneath the sea and foam, and be mine. ’

‘ some of us live in the ocean, others in rivers and streams and even trees. ’

‘ falling in love with a human is an old tale. tell me a new one. ’

‘ so you gave up your fin for legs ? ’

‘ soon i will be nothing but seafoam. ’

‘ what is a heart, but an ocean of secrets ? ’

‘ you’d let yourself be undone and remade for someone you’ve never known. that is not love. ’

‘ let your dreams sink to the depths. they’ve done you no good. ’

MASQUERADES.

‘ i’ve never seen so many unfamiliar faces. ’

‘ he’s / she’s / they’ve been looking at me all evening. ’

‘ would you do me the honor of a dance ? ’

‘ neither of us need know the other tonight. i prefer the mystery. ’

‘ your choice of costume is rather extravagant. ’

‘ what fun would it be, if i took this off ? ’

‘ i’m certain we’ve met before. ’

‘ i’ve always longed for a night like this. it’s something�� out of a dream. ’

‘ won’t you come away with me ? there’s a balcony just outside. ’

‘ i’m inclined to think we’ve never met before, and perhaps will never meet again after tonight. ’

‘ you look like you know how to waltz. care to ? ’

‘ i must stand up with someone this evening, and i don’t see why it can’t be you. ’

‘ would you stop staring so intently ? what do you think to find ? ’

‘ i’ll stop bothering you if you agree to dance with me. ’

‘ please take it off. i want to see you. ’

‘ i’ve never been to a masque before. ’

' it seems our attire makes opposites of us. ’

‘ i’ve never seen a more hideous costume than that one. ’

‘ i can’t stay much longer. you see, i’m not supposed to be here at all. ’

‘ you’ll never know who i am. ’

‘ people like you always make a fool of me. ’

‘ oh. i thought you were someone else. ’

‘ i’ll give you three chances to guess who i am. ’

‘ the next time i offer you my hand, you’ll get more than a dance from me. ’

‘ i’ve wanted to dance beneath stars like these for as long as i can remember. ’

‘ what do you look like ? ’

‘ that look in your eyes tells me all i need to know. ’

‘ you won’t like what you’ll see. ’

‘ i recognize your voice. ’

‘ you’ll know the truth before the night is up. ’

‘ i’ve heard the darkest of dances are the best for falling in love to. ’

‘ you don’t know it now, but we’re friends already. ’

‘ can’t we pretend a little while longer ? ’

‘ it’s when the party is over that we learn to know each other most. ’

‘ happily ever after can’t come so easily as a single night dancing. ’

MAGIC.

‘ i’ve caught you. you have to undo the spell for me now. ’

‘ think carefully before asking for something well beyond the reach of mortal power. ’

‘ i think i know a spell for that. ’

‘ i can’t help you. but there are people in other worlds, in the moors and hills and trees, that might. ’

‘ you must gather the necessary ingredients for such a potion. ’

‘ true love is never the answer to the riddle. not when so much as life and death is at stake. ’

‘ i’ve found and made my way here by right. you can’t deny me the answers i seek. ’

‘ be warned: monsters hide between the trees and whisper in magic tongues. ’

‘ it always makes a fraction of sense to be careful what you wish for. ’

‘ i’ve been turned into an unsightly creature, and i need a way of turning back. ’

‘ not all magical stories happen in castles, or cottages in the wood. ’

‘ preposterous. magic and sorcery do not exist but in the minds of superstitious fools. ’

‘ get back from that cauldron ! it’s dangerous. ’

‘ i don’t mess with things like candles and the stars and the moon after dark. it never ends well. ’

‘ i am something ancient. my name has been forgotten by mortal mouths and is found only in their oldest texts. ’

‘ not all fairy helpers are kind, and not all villains are ugly, or even cruel. ’

‘ if you want my help, you must earn it. ’

‘ is this something i could learn ? ’

‘ i don’t want to be ordinary, and i don’t care what the risks are. ’

‘ you think to put a curse on me ? i will spend my life defying it. ’

‘ stay back, witch, and keep your spells from sneaking past your lips. ’

‘ you must chain a magician in more than metal or rope if you wish to stop them. ’

‘ that’s a parlor trick. show me real magic. ’

‘ only you can break the spell. it is something you are meant for. ’

‘ fate is nothing but an illusion placed in our heads, that we might follow the words of others and not our own intentions. ’

‘ whatever has brought me here, i cannot turn back now. ’

‘ soon the clock will strike, and nothing more might be done. ’

‘ magic requires taking in order to give. it will keep demanding parts of you. ’

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

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It’s 🍪!

You have this ‘My Sunshine’ (?) fic where the reader is an absolute ball of sunshine and I LOVE it! Could you do a part two with Zhongli, Childe and Albedo please?

Mwah!

My Sunshine

( what an incredible choice of characters! Thank you for adding to one of my favorite fics!! )

Warning -> SFW, Fluff

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Albedo, Childe, Zhongli

Albedo

It was the way you greeted the world around you - with pleasant smiles, patient hands, caring and compassionate eyes. You saw the world for what it could be, the beauty of it and while Albedo searched for the answer in the universe, you already seemed to have found them

He noticed you on his wanderings through the city. His hands were already moving to draw your expressions in a hope to capture everything that he possibly could - how could he capture the intensity of the sun itself, of a flower basking in the afternoon glow, or a firefly so vibrant that it burned orange and beautiful

You were bouncing on your toes, smiling kindly at the people who walked by while you patiently waited for anyone to stop by. Not many people purchased flowers every single day, but you found it wasn’t hard to proposition people with your generous smile and pin-point compliments.

“My! I have never seen something so beautiful in all my life.” You began, bending to rest your hands on your knees while catching the attention of a small young girl who had been glancing at the array of flowers at your side. She looked at you confused, a bit nervous but didn’t back away.

Reaching for a small white flower, you trimmed the leaves and hummed a little tune before turning back to her. “A lovely flower like you must attract so much goodness. Even this daisy is impressed by your radiance!" She giggled and you continued, "Would you do me a favor?” You smiled at her, eyes showing only the purest of shine. The little girl nodded her head and you began again, “Could you carry this flower and help it grow? If it's you, I'm sure it'll turn just as beautiful?”

The little girl wrapped her small fingers around the stem, her smile and giggle so powerful that Albedo was sure you cast a magic spell because as he watched her gallop away back to her parents, the flowers near you began to glisten and the sketch on his page came to life.

He was unsure how to make a connection with you, so more often than not he would find himself purchasing flowers he didn’t really have the necessity for - but perhaps if he gathered enough up, he’d have a bouquet glorious enough to equal your soul

“Mr. Albedo, pleasure seeing you again.” You brushed off your apron and turned to him. Your eyes closing and head tilting, a standard greeting of yours. “I have some rather rare flowers in stock today if you’d like to take a look.”

“I am actually here to inquire if you had any Asters; the research institute has just run out.”

“Hmm, let me check for you.” You bowed slightly before disappearing behind the many stalls and carriers of your wares. He scanned the flowers as he waited for your return. Gloved fingers inspecting the petals of flowers and, in his wandering thoughts, he began to investigate which one reminded him the most of you. “Mr. Albedo, I am sorry, it seems we are fresh out.”

“I see …”

“Ah! However, I needed to gather several other plants today. If you come back tomorrow I will set them aside for you.” You waved at the other worker as if to inform them of your intentions and quickly reached for the basket near the stall.

“Actually, would it be too much of a bother if I were to travel with you?”

You paused, staring at him with eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. What was this feeling in his chest, it hurt. “I would never pass up an opportunity to share in your company! What a splendid day this is turning out to be.”

“Thank you, I will keep out of your way.”

“Not too much I hope. So, Mr. Albedo, are you ready?” You turned to head toward the front gate and he followed after you.

“Yes, and please, just Albedo is fine.”

“Alrighty then, Albedo.” Ah, yes, that’s why his heart hurt.

There you were, the wind wrapping around you as you stood in a field of flowers - the reflection of light difficult to pinpoint for as bright as the sun shined down onto the plane below, you were just as intense and, in fact, you may be the most luminous creature to ever exist -- how could he possibly reach something like you

Childe

His world had never been bright -- from the snowy landscape that threatened every day to freeze the warm hearts that beat on its surface, to the dark void that he fought through as an adolescent, to the harsh and demanding ladder he climbed in service to his cause -- he’d never known the light … his had been seized so long ago

So when he found a flicking candle, a small flame in his dark corridor, he walked to it - ran for it - and to see the glory reflected on the other side was something he fixated on until he could hold the candle safe in his arms

He clenched his jaw and sighed. These boring briefings were never something he cared to participate in. He was more for action rather than words, so instead of listening to the updates from the short, purple-haired harbinger, he instead gazed out the open window at the city below.

Liyue had shifted from a temporary destination into a permanent one as the tasks and duties continued to lengthen his stay. At least he didn’t mind the city, not like some of the other places he’d stay at. Just as he was about to drift back to the boring discussion, he heard a voice drift up to him. A lively, giddy voice that stole all of his attention and focus, but as soon as you entered into view his minimal interest piqued into desperation.

“Wait up! You can’t tell me that this isn’t a beautiful day, just take it all in!” You spread your arms wide and spun with so much energy that the inertia made you stumble, luckily you caught yourself before running into some poor passerby. Childe smiled and rested his chin on his palm as he looked down at the loveliness that was your everything.

You laughed, and the way your hands flew to your lips to cover the sound made him jealous of those fingers. You spoke, words falling off of your tongue like sugar and he grew antsy at the thought of not tasting it. You existed, and he needed a piece of it.

Waving to his subordinate, he spoke in a hushed whisper, and while the meeting continued to drone on, he made his first step at capturing a star.

The more information he gathered, the more interactions he had with you - the more he fell into your luster, the richer his feelings grew for you

His actions were that of a child just looking for a comforting glow in their endless darkness, hands cupped to keep it alive, breathing held for fear of accidentally blowing it out - stay, please stay

He called your name, the sound of his voice dissipating in the open space as he searched for any sign of you.

“Hey there!” You called out to him, and when he looked up toward your voice, he smiled. Your legs dangled off the tree limb, your hands wrapping around the bark as you balanced there.

“How is the view?” He asked, crossing his arms and staring at you from below. How did you get up there, he wondered.

“Beautiful, I can see so much from up here. It’s like a whole different perspective.” You breathed in deeply and lifted your arms to reach for the sky above you. “How about you join me?”

“I’m not sure I can, I don’t even know how you got up there.”

“Sheer will and determination!” Giggling, he thought maybe you were actually a mythical creature in the fairytales he used to read as a kid. There was no way you could live in this world and be so positive, it had to be you were something beyond this world. “I’ll come down to you.” Twisting, you wiggled onto your stomach before letting yourself drop onto the ground below. It was further than you thought and as soon as your feet hit the earth, your body became off balance and tumbled backward.

Childe easily caught you, his sturdy chest supporting you and arms extended so your hands could have something to grab onto.

“Ooh, that was exhilarating.” Tilting your head, you turned to look at him and for a moment he felt his lips scream for yours. He wanted to let you go, but how could you when you fit so perfectly in his arms. “Childe?”

“You’re something else.” This was dangerous, you were dangerous, and now that he knew what it was like to feel the brightness of the light, he would never let the dark creep back in.

He needed you - it was apparent - and he hoped one day you’d realize you needed him too. A light like yours truly needed to shine in the darkness of places, so choose his, please choose his

Zhongli

There is no one in this world that would understand luster better than he - no one who could see the shine inside a being as clearly as one with eyes who’ve witnessed the birth and eventual death of the universe. The great Morax, the ruthless Rex Lapis, the gentle and patient Zhongli are one and the same, and the visions they’ve witnessed cannot be forgotten

So, to see a person with purity so refined, that even the dullest observers could clearly recognize, he found it nearly impossible to look away

He heard tell of a new performer joining the Pearl, someone who had shown great elegance and glorious promise at wowing the crowds. As a man who fancied the arts of all kinds, he was intrigued by the rumors and whispers. So, when the schedule showed the name of this new performer, he made his way to the boat drifting on the sea.

His lips tasted the sweet flavor of tea but his eyes soaked in the delectable movements of your body. The graceful bow of your spin, the bending and twisting of your limbs as you moved just enough to tell your story on the swaying stage. He felt the history in your dance, the pride in your fluttering fan as you moved it across your face, the snap of truth as you forced it up toward the sky. He was transfixed, as he was sure all were.

When you finished, you began to greet the many interested patrons eager to hear the sound of your voice. There was no way he could have known how transfixing you would be when he heard it.

“What a stunning performance.” Zhongli mused, his head bowing, a mirror of your own gesture.

“That is great praise from someone such as yourself.” You smiled and he was reminded of glaze lilies.

“Pray tell, what was the inspiration for your dance?”

“Ah, an insightful question, not unexpected I must say.” You laughed and moved your hands to your chest, elegant fingers resting over your heart as you answered his question. “The light of a soul has so much insight, don’t you think? If the soul is radiant, the vessel's beauty is so easily seen, and if there is beauty shining so brightly that it can communicate out to those who look, it may shift just the tides of the future.” You laughed again, a bit more unreserved than the last, and somehow more telling to your honesty. “I’m sorry, I hope that answered your question.”

“Splendidly, and then some.” He found himself transfixed, captivated by a spirit shining before him.

Spending time with you was as refreshing as standing in a mountain stream, as filling as a warm meal, as bright as the basking stars that littered the sky above and reflected in your eyes even in darkness

“Zhongli, hello again.” He wandered into the garden, the gentle bubbling of the water as it fell along the rocks provided a lovely background to your visage. Carefully, you rested your fingers against the pages of your book as you looked up at him. The shadows of the shifting trees let highlights of the sun dance across your face and he couldn’t help but capture this image in his mind.

“Good afternoon, you seem to be enjoying the day.”

“As I always am. Nature has provided such elegant and lovely conditions that it would be a waste to not thank it, don’t you agree?”

“Wholeheartedly.” He smiled, his hands gripping tighter around each other as they rested against the small of his back. It was incredible how nervous you made him; for a man who was a powerful as the mountains that looked down over the city, you made him feel like a tiny pebble in the stream begging to be touched by you. “May I join you?”

“Absolutely, anything in this world can be improved by good company, and yours is always my favorite.”

“As yours is mine.” He sat on the stone bench next to you, his hands resting on his lap as he looked out across the scenery. You moved closer to him, your arms touching as you shared in the company of each other and, while his eyes drifted to your face, he watched how your smile and good nature made the flowers bloom.

You were a compliment to his life. A perfect addition to the drift of time and as he looked at the future that stretched before him, he found your red wrapping perfectly around his amber

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velvetcloxds · 3 years

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AND WHATEVER COMES AFTER THAT| K.M.

Pairing: Klaus x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1991 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Klaus has been trying to convince the reader to be with him for years, but has always failed. At the end of one of Elijah's peace parties, Y/n finally gives in.

“For the lady…” Rebecca says with a smile, holding out my glass of wine for me.

“Thank you,” I say, taking the glass in my hand before refocusing my gaze on the dancefloor where the last few people are still keeping up with the silly beat of the current 60’s song. “You’d think they would have given up by now.” I say, laughing softly as I point down to where Hailey and Elijah are dancing, attempting to keep a somewhat respectable distance between them. Rebecca smiles and moves to rest her glass on the banister of the balcony.

“You’d also think he’d have officially made a move by now, but my big brother does things in his own little way.” She tells me, smiling still as her eyes linger for a sweet second on Marcel Gerard who is making quite the show of the way he’s twirling around his date, her dress shifting higher up her thigh with every turn. Rebecca scoffs softly, taking another large sip of her drink.

“He’s not the only one.” I say with a raised brow, her glass making a soft clinking noise against her ring when she grips onto her glass tighter, eyes drawn tight to show me she’s not exactly pleased with my statement.

“I don’t know what you’re implying, Y/N, but I’d remind you to think very carefully about what you’re going to say next,” She says and turns to face me, leaning forward to make sure I could hear her. “You may very well be my dearest friend and my brother may very well be completely smitten with you, but I’m not above kicking your ass.” She tells me and though her words would prompt a serious tone, I catch the little smile that slips onto her lips when our eyes meet.

“I have yet to see you try, Rebecca,” I offer in reply, laughing lightly as she shakes her head. “Besides,” I start, taking a sip of wine before handing her my glass. “I’d have to remind you that you’d be ruining your own clothing in the process.” I tell her as I move to do a slow twirl and she gasps softly, taking in the Audrey Hepburn inspired ensemble, the black dress and gloves being something that Rebecca had kept from her time spent in the actual decade. Her shock sinks into a small grin as she looks me over, eyes lingering on the pearl necklace we brought at a secondhand boutique last week.

“You look perfectly in place,” She tells me and nods towards the hallway behind us. “Maybe you could convince my brother to step out of his hole long enough to save you a dance.” She says and squeezes my arm softly as she passes by me, losing the glasses on her way down the stairs where she calmly clears the last few guest from the dancefloor and out the door, waving quickly as she closes the door of the ballroom behind her.

I smile, the music seeming louder somehow now that I’m alone in here and I find myself almost drifting down the stairs. I hum to myself, dancing towards the drink table. Swaying to the rhythm as I start pilling empty platters and used plates together.

“You missed the party,” I say softly, not stopping what I’m doing as I hear him still on the balcony above. “It was quite the turnout.” I add, stepping back from the table to look up at him, his lips tilting into a lopsided grin when he sees me.

“My apologies, love,” He shrugs eyes darkening as they slowly make their way from my lips downwards, lingering for a second on the pearls around my neck before slipping lower and lower, until he clears his throat softly, meeting my gaze in an instant. “I clearly had no idea what I’d be missing out on.” He tells me, voice low as he pulls a hand through his hair.

“Maybe you should come down here and get a better look.” I offer, tone matching his as I step back even more, slowly making my way to the dancefloor where he meets me in mere seconds, hands carefully resting on my waist as I move slowly to sway to the gentle melody, eyes glued to his as he lets out a soft breath.

“You are…” He starts, moving a hand to carefully take hold of mine. “Ravishing,” He whispers, the sound sending an almost electric shiver down my spine as he lifts my hand to his mouth where he places a delicate kiss to my palm, not once breaking eye contact. “Tell me..” He begins, using his teeth to carefully pull the glove away, holding my bare hand tightly in his own as he leads me into a dance. “Why won’t you be mine, Y/n?” He asks, holding me against him as he dips me backwards slowly, carefully turning us together before pulling me up to be but inches from his face. “Why won’t you let me love you?” He asks, keeping hold of my waist as he turns me around in his arms where he nimbly lifts my hand in the air, removing the other glove as he attentively traces the length of my arm until I can feel his skin against mine, the glove dropping soundlessly to the floor as I tilt my head to the side to see him.

“We’re dangerous together,” I tell him, carelessly letting him guide my hands to where he needs them and numbly allowing him to spin me out and then in before once again coming face to face with him. “We’d hurt each other,” I say, moving with him as we move one step forward and one step back, twirling and then repeating. “You’d hurt me.” I say, momentarily leaning back against him halfway through the twirl.

“I would never,” He offers and pauses as well, risking the loss of the rhythm to touch my cheek and gain my attention. “I could never.” He adds and I turn around in his hold.

“That’s what they always say,” I say and move my hands to his shoulders where I lead him into the same steps as earlier. “They always promise me forever,” He holds my waist delicately. “They never mean it.” I tell him, his eyes darkening as he tries to read my emotions.

“I am not them, my love,” His eyebrows knit together as he looks me over. “I will gladly give you forever and always and whatever comes after that. I love you. I burn for you,” He announces simply and I let out a shaky breath. “Can you truly say that you don’t feel the same? Tell me you don’t feel anything at all for me?” He asks, voice raw as he waits for a reply and I shake my head, dropping my hands to the side when he suddenly released me from his hold, looking to the sky as he shakes his head as well.

“Klaus,” I begin, pulling at the pearls to release the necklace from my neck, it along with the very obvious tension in the room making me feel like I’m suffocating. “I do feel the same. I feel everything and more, but it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t do this. I can’t possibly give you the power to hurt me.” I drop the pearls to the floor as I fold my arms around me, the playlist coming to an abrupt stop when the slow song ends.

“I understand,” He says after a moment, looking around the room, eyes scattering through the mess of dirty glasses and plates and coats that were left behind. “We should probably allow the staff to clean this place,” He tells me and forces a slight smile when our eyes meet. “Give me a moment to retrieve your things from upstairs and I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to do that.” I say, guilt filling my heart as I see the hurt in his eyes that he couldn’t possibly hide from me even if he had attempted to do so.

“I know,” He says, picking up the fallen gloves and carefully handing them to me. “I want to.” He says, giving me a soft wink before walking up the stairs.

I let out a shaky breath as I pick up the pearls as well, folding them into the gloves to keep them safe and before my mind could even process the thought, I’m walking up the stairs, following the sound of his heartbeat that leads me to the room he spent the night in hiding away from the guests.

I use my foot to carefully push open the slightly ajar door, Klaus’s silhouette visible at the end of the room where he pushes handfuls of paintbrushes into cups of water as an overturned painting rests against the dresser.

“I couldn’t leave them uncleaned,” He informs me, my own heartbeat probably giving me away. “I got distracted downstairs is all, completely slipped my mind.”

“It’s okay,” I say and he looks at me quickly to nod before going back to his brushes and I walk to the center of the room, pulling at the string to turn on the light and get a better view of everything. “You were painting?” I ask, now noticing not just the one canvas, but a whole collection of them, all scattered and resting against multiple pieces of furniture.

“I felt remarkably inspired.” He comments shyly and I smile.

“By what?” I ask, mindfully reaching to turn around the largest of the canvases, the one I saw first and I can’t prevent the audible gasp that leaves my lips when I see the beautiful medley of colors that he’s somehow managed to create my face with.

“You.” He answers absentmindedly, shrugging slightly as he waves my coat and purse in the air to show me that he’s found it amongst everything in here. I smile, bending down to take it all in, every brushstroke and color, every piece of himself that he used to create every stroke of me.

“This is beautiful, Klaus.” I laugh softly, holding the hand with the gloves to my heart as a sudden rush of emotions run though me.

“The painting is only as beautiful as the muse who inspired it,” He comments simply, looking at me sweetly. “I don’t think I could ever verbally explain how much you mean to me, how much I care, how much you’ve changed me purely my existing. I don’t think I could ever completely fathom how remarkable you are and how extremely lucky I am that by some strange twist of faith I’ve been lucky enough to know you,” He laughs softly as well, smiling sheepishly as he catches my gaze. “I want to live my life with you, and I’d wait however long it takes for you to feel the same.”

“Forever?” I ask, standing up and placing the gloves onto the dresser beside me. He nods.

“And always.” He adds and I smile, the dreadful and fearful feeling in my stomach slowly dissolving.

“What about just one more minute?” I ask and he tilts his head, smiling as I slowly make my way towards him, pausing only for a second before cupping his face in mine. “Thirty seconds,” I say and he holds onto my arms. “Ten seconds,” I whisper, his forehead against mine. I breathe out slowly, nodding when our eyes meet, silently asking for permission before his lips delicately meet mine. My entire body filling with butterflies as he pulls away and I smile. “Let’s get married…” I say and his chest vibrates lightly as a happy laugh fills the air, pulling back slightly just to see me.

“Are you sure?” He asks carefully and I nod, pulling him closer to me again.

“I am yours, Niklaus Mikealson. Forever and always.”

“And whatever comes after that.”

Hi there, more of my work can be found on Wattpad under @mjoubertt. Mxx.

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Tied and untamed

Pairing: Johnny Depp x Reader

Anonymous requested: Johnny x reader. The reader admits that she’d love to have sex with captain Jack Sparrow while watching a POTC film...

NSFW. Smut. 18+ only. Proceed with caution! Mentions of roleplaying, cursing, restraints & unprotected sex.

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We’re sitting on the couch. I’m watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl. Johnny has his nose buried in a book and hasn’t moved for the past hour. He’s never sat through one of his films and whenever asked about it, would be adamant that he’d rather be tortured than forced to watch himself. Having him in the room was progress, even if I knew for a fact that his attention was deep in his book and there wasn’t much hope in breaking his concentration.

It was quite a shame, really. I love watching his films, even if he’ll argue that having the real thing in front of me is better than the sight of him on a screen.

“You know, I’ve always found Jack Sparrow incredibly hot.”

He looks up from the top of his book and frowns at me.

“You know, I’m sitting right here. Am I not good enough?”

I laugh at him and lean up to kiss his cheek. He always acts as if he’s so offended when I tell him things like that, as if it’s a competition between him and whatever character is on the screen.

“I’m just saying, if he wanted to take me for a ride on the Black Pearl, I’d let him in a heartbeat.”

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Not a single word had been mentioned about my Jack Sparrow admission since I’d brought it up. Either he’d brushed it off, or was thinking of a way to use it against me. I’m busy finishing brushing my teeth and turning off the faucet tap when I hear him call through from the bedroom.

“Are you done yet?”

I move on through to stand at the door of the ensuite, and have the perfect view of him sitting up in bed shirtless, the covers over his lower half.

“Come on, come over here to Jack.”

I’d recognise that voice anywhere and can feel the heat of a blush rising into my cheeks. Is this really how he plans on teasing me about it?

“You’re making fun of me for earlier. I knew you would.”

I walk into the room and fold my arms over my chest, standing at the foot of the bed.

“I am not. You told me that you wanted to have a night with Captain Jack Sparrow, this is me indulging you.”

He reaches out to grab ahold of my arm, pulling me down onto the bed so that I land on top of him. I alter my position, so that my legs are on either side of him in a straddling position. “See? Isn’t this much better?”

He leans up, capturing my lips in a feverish kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with confidence and dominance. He pulls back and scrapes his teeth over my bottom lips harshly.

“I have an idea… Go and see if you can find any shackles.”

He looks up at me with a grin, his eyes lighting up in unadulterated mischief. It takes me a moment to work out what he means by ‘shackles’, but then I remember the films. He means handcuffs, like in the scene where Jack gives up every ounce of control and lets himself be cuffed to the Black Pearl by Elizabeth. I know for a fact that we don’t own anything of the sort in the house, but come up with a quick improvisation.

“Wait there, just a moment.”

One of his scarves that he always has lying around the room is the perfect quick solution. He’s looking over at me with an adventurous grin as I’m holding it in my hand.

“Am I tying your hands behind your back, or to the bed posts?”

He licks his lips.

“Mm, now you’re talking… Whatever way you want to take me, love. I’m yours.”

Everything about him is Jack Sparrow right now, from the character voice, to the smirk on his lips, and the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Behind your back.”

I’m not sure where the surge of confidence is coming from, but I’ll take it. Johnny complies by putting his wrists together for me to wrap the scarf around, binding them. I make sure to tie a tight enough knot too that I’m confident he won’t break free from.

“But since I’m all tied up, you’ll need to strip down for me yourself…”

I take no hesitation in lifting my shirt off from my body and tossing it to the floor. I don’t know what’s going through his head or what tricks he has up his sleeves, but it’s exciting and intriguing. I’m pretty sure that Johnny knows it too.

I come to sit on top of him, fully aware of his gaze taking in my body. I can almost see the frustration in him too at the fact he can’t touch. There’s something that feels gratifying in being handed over this much power and trust at once.

I nip at the skin at his neck, sucking on it enough to be certain to leave a red mark and begin to kiss down towards his collarbone, down to his chest and towards his stomach. With every brush of my lips, every groan that I hear rumbling from the back of his throat, each thrust of his hips grinding against me, as if he’s encouraging me further, the confidence grows. As I reach his navel, I contemplate just what my next move is going to be. Will I continue to tease him a little more to push him? Or will I be a little adventurous? I look up at him with a devilish grin.

Johnny has other plans.

I’m not quite sure how he manages to do it, but he somehow manages to flip positions so that I’m beneath him. He’s staring down at me with a triumphant grin. He must have been planning this all along.

“You’ll remember this,” He moves his hips to grind down against me, and leans down into my ear. “As the night that you almost tied up and tamed Jack Sparrow.”

He begins to kiss my neck, his teeth scraping along my skin, sending immediate shivers down my spine.

“Less talking, more action.”

He finds the junction to my neck and shoulders and bites down hard.

“Sparrow.”

I roll my eyes at him. When he’s in character, he’s immersed, it’s as if it takes him over.

“Sparrow.”

It’s as if the name is a source of encouragement to surge him further. He’s pressing his already dangerously hard cock against the inside of my thigh, as if he knows it’s taunting and driving me wild. He’s soaking up every moment of it too.

“God, you’re so hot.”

“Glad you think so.”

He winks playfully at me and moves his hips so that his cock is brushing through my folds, and gof does it feel amazing. The suspense is toe curling. I need him inside of me.

“Johnny-”

“Jack.” He corrects firmly. “You asked for it, love, remember?”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

I bring my hands up to rest at his back, my fingernails gently digging into his skin, not enough to hurt him, yet.

“Then my plan is working.”

I still don’t know what this ‘plan’ is, but the thought of it is driving me wilder and wilder by the second.

“Fuck me,” I hiss, digging my nails further into his skin and dragging them down his spine. I’m sure of the fact that I hear a little out of character whimper from him.

“All you had to do is ask, savvy?” He grins conceitedly. “How hard? I’m thinking of pounding into you and making you cum until you’re screaming and begging for me to stop.”

Being in control suits him. I’m not even sure if he realises how much of a turn on for me it is, or how much I want to feel him inside of me. It’s starting to become painful just how much I want him.

“God, John, I need you.”

I’m unashamed at the fact I’m practically begging for him to take and bury himself inside of me.

“I should punish and make you wait for bringing up this other man again.”

He wouldn’t date.

Hands still tied behind his back, he moves so that the head of his throbbing cock is pressing against my entrance. Without any warning, he pushes inside in a way that is anything but gentle, and barely gives me a moment to adjust before he’s thrusting and pounding into me.

“Fuck,” I whimper, moving my hands to tangle and pull in his hair. The sounds of skin slapping, moans, and pants start to fill the room. It feels amazing. I’m completely powerless to him and the hold that he has. He pulls himself out, only to ram himself back in and fuck me even harder than before.

“You feel so good, fuck.” He growls under his breath. “I love you underneath me like this…” Each word is met with another rough thrust. I know that at the rate and speed that he’s going at, the two of us aren’t going to last long, but it also feels so good that I never want the pleasure to end.

His lips are pressing kisses to my breasts, before he takes a nipple between his teeth and tugs hard. I pull on his hair roughly, feeling my walls begin to tighten around him.

“Don’t hold back for me, sweetheart. I want you to cum for me and hear how well I’ve fucked you.”

I’m not sure whether it’s the thrusts or the words of encouragement that pushes me over the edge more. The familiar heat rushes to my stomach, followed by the intense rush of pleasure and the shaking as I spill over him.

“Good girl.” He brings his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. His own thrusts are beginning to slow down and become sloppy, to the point where he can’t keep up with himself. He groans as he reaches his climax too, and spills out deep inside of me.

I lie there for a moment trying to catch my breath and come down from the intense orgasm that I’ve just experienced.

Johnny still has another trick up his sleeve. With a sharp tug of his wrists, he unfastens the tie and shows me his free hands.

“Next time, we’re going to need better restraints.”

He mumbles and rests his hands on my hips.

“My turn.” He pulls out the scarf to it’s full length and grins wickedly at me. “After giving you such an earth shattering orgasm, I think I’m worthy of watching you ride me.” He slides down from being on top of me and waggles his eyebrow suggestively.

I roll my eyes at him fondly, I’m hardly going to deny him, but can’t resist throwing in a cheeky comment. “Aren’t you supposed to be too old for this?”

He laughs and shakes his head. If anything, I’ve probably just fuelled him for the night even further. “Never.”

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little-lee-froggie · 2 years

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I am healing you!

Yay, I’m here again! This is the third fic I’ve posted, so I hope you like it! This is another DSMP one, so sorry if that isn’t a fandom you’re in! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that kind of stuff, don’t read this :) Also!! This fic was inspired by another creator on here, but I can’t remember their name. If I find it, I’ll put it here:

If you happen to know who it is, please tell me, cuz this story would not exist if I hadn’t been inspired by them! So, without further ado, here’s the story:

warnings: tickling, and a little bit of swearing, but I think that’s it (if I’m missing any warning’s, please let me know)

Ler: Dream XD

Lee: reader

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You had a more adventurous mood today, and wanted to go exploring far out into the wilderness. You went to Phil and asked him if you could pack food and stay out all day, to which he agreed, as long as you came back for a check in when he called you on the server chat, so you agreed! You thought it might be fun to find a stronghold and make it into a nice little base/greenhouse for pretty flowers and things needed for potions, so you asked Techno for some eye of ender, and he agreed after hearing your plans, giving you a compass to the house as well so you could make an underground tunnel to the house and also incase the second stronghold of the server was super far away.

You thanked Techno and said goodbye to him and Phil, and you were off!

You had been walking around for quite some time, and you were close to the stronghold, you could feel it, when you came across a person taller than Ranboo, who was the tallest person you knew. The person had a green cloak and a mask. They looked a bit like Dream, but they were to tall and had a different mask.

They looked at you, and used an ender pearl to get in front of you to make you stop. “What are you doing here? Why have you come so far out?” The person said very dominantly, scaring the young person in front of them for a minute.

“I-I’m looking for a stronghold to make a gathering centre for potions, dies and animal products” you said. The stranger seemed like they didn’t trust you at first, but after some more explaining on why you wanted to find it and how very few people on the server know that you exist, so having to far to gather for potions would be a danger if Phil had other things he needed to do.

They believed you, and were quite fascinated by how your life was lived, and you spoke to each other a lot, as they joined you on your search for the stronghold.

They were so interesting that you got so transfixed on the person to the point where you tripped over a tree root that you didn’t see was right in front of you, which resulted in a sprained ankle and a bruised knee, elbow and hip. Dream XD, as you learned the person was, who when you met them at first seemed intimating had shown that they are just trying to protect the server, and they quickly dove down to help you and gauge how bad your injuries were.

The sprained ankle was the worst, but you could both already see the bruises forming on your knee and elbow, and your ankle was swelling. “Do you want me to heel you?” they asked, their overlapping voice filled with worry.

“Y-you can do that??” you stuttered from both the sudden pain and cuz the show of care from an almost complete stranger made you a bit shy. “Of course I can, I am Dream XD, the god of this server after all :)” they said with a clear smile in their voice, but their face still hidden by a mask. “Umm.. if you don’t mind, sure” you said shyly but still had the small amount of trust in your voice that you had gained towards the god.

About thirty seconds latter, you had sat yourself down on a large stump of a tree and XD knelt down in front of you, putting their hand on your ankle. You flinched a bit at the sudden touch to your hurt ankle, but after awhile, it was done and even had a strange tingly feeling that normally came after Phil or Techno had tickled you.

You shivered at the feeling, trying not to giggle. They then started to heal your elbow and moved their hand in order to get to all the places and make sure to heal it properly. You expected it to hurt a bit, but that’s not what ended up happening. Instead of it hurting, it… Tickled.

You stiffened at the sudden feeling in an attempt to make it more bearable and not let out giggles that might let your new friend learn about your hyper-sensitive skin, but, to your dismay, they noticed your tense nerves.

“Sorry, does it hurt? I’m trying to be gentle, do you want me to be more so?” they asked with concern in their voice. You thought about it, knowing that if you said yes, it would tickle more and your cover would be blown by a giggle or squeal, then your done for, but if you say no, your nerves would stay tense and your elbow would heal more, making it 10 times better worse because the pain would be gone, and your found out anyway. You just decided to shrug and let fate decide… fate was a bitch. With in the time it took for you to decide, XD had continued to tickle- sorry, ‘heal’- your elbow. “Ok, well, your elbow is pretty much done, and you’re other bruise is way worse, so I’m going to do your knee now and be a bit more gentle” they said. ‘Well, SHIT’ you think.

You knew your knee was significantly more sensitive than your elbow (which wasn’t even a bad spot of yours, but for some reason, when XD was the one tickling it, your elbow was way worse. Probably because they’re a god….). To make matters worse, when they were in the process of moving their hand down to your knee, their hand accidentally hit your hurt hip, causing you to finch in pain.

“Is your hip hurt to?” They asked as they paused from your reaction. ‘Note to self: Don’t EVER leave jack SHIT up to fate, or you might risk the possibility of getting tickled by a god’ you thought as you stumbled on your words; “Umm, y-yes, but it only hurts when-when you touch it, I-I really don’t want to be an i-inconvenience… it’s fine, you don’t have to tic-heal it!!” you stutter out nervously.

“Oh, uhhh… o…k? It’s really not an inconvenience though” they said, clearly quite a bit worried about their new young friend, their overlapping voice filled with concern. After a few seconds of just looking at each other, XD moved their hand to your knee, even gentler than before. Just their hand on your knee was already slightly maddening, causing your muscles to tense up again.

Then they started the healing process of moving their hand in a way that made your already sensitive nerves even more sensitive. It had not even been a second, but you couldn’t take it… You let out a loud giggle-filled squeal, which quickly caught XD’s attention.

“Ohhhh, I get it now~”, their voice teasing with the obvious hit of a smirk hidden under their mask. “Ahahaha, nohohoho!!! XDhehehehe, stohohohop!!!” you say, clearly not meaning it. In all honesty, you absolutely loved being tickled and would often provoke Phil and Techno in order for them to tickle you. If we’re continuing to be honest, Phil and Techno would tickle you without being provoked.

“You know, healing takes quite awhile on the knee” they say, obviously not only trying just to heal you anymore. “You have to take awhile, really make sure that it’s alllllll fixed because your knees are very important, you see” they continued, disregarding your small shrieks of laughter.

“You put a lot of wait on them, so you really need to take your time and get EVERYWHERE, like the knee cap…” they say, moving their hand to the cap of your knee “the sides of your legs leading to the bottom of your knee…” they said, once again moving their hand to the place they had just spoken about “but the MOST IMPORTANT place to make sure you get to is the under knee” they said, moving their hand with their words as they spoke.

Your cute noises went from giggles to laughter, as one of your worst spots was being attacked. “HEHEHEHEYY!!! XDHEHEHEHE!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” “Oh, I’m sorry, I should have worned you! It might tickle a bit~…” they said as if they weren’t Murdering you.

After about ten minutes of the teasing, taunting and tickling, they eventually exclaimed “all done!” almost with excitement. You felt relief that it was over, but then again, you didn’t want it to stop…

You got up thinking that you were continuing on your search for the stronghold when their hand grabbed your arm, sitting you back down. “Oh, you must have misunderstood! I didn’t mean all done with the healing, I meant all done with your knee! Don’t think I forgot about your last injury~” they teased, lifting the hem of your shirt to reveal a bad bruise.

“That one’s going to take awhile, to” they said teasingly, but they were genuinely serious about that, it would take over ten minutes to fix.

“Heheh…” they laughed menacingly, and just when you were about to open your mouth to protest, their hand started to move around and around, tickling your hyper-sensitive hip. You screamed with laughter as you thrashed around on the seat-like stump, the god not letting go. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAXDHEHEHESTOHOHOHOPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!”

You didn’t mean to say stop, you enjoyed it, plus it was helping a lot with the pain of the bruise slowly. After almost twenty minutes of XD attacking your hip, they eventually stopped and you both continued on your search for the stronghold, however, every so often, you would receive a few pokes on your side, just to remind you that XD knew your weakness, and you would never forget that.

Needless to say, you made a good friend that day!! :)

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That was the story! I hope you enjoyed! I remember these being a bit longer, but then again, I read really slowly, so sorry if it was to short. Once again, if you know who the creator is of the fic that this is based off of, please tell me, as I want to give credit where credit is due! Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you next time! Byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

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babytaes · 3 years

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†hê Ðêmðñ (the beauty of sin)

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You're a guardian angel who's never been tasked with protecting anyone. Since you've been here since Creation, sitting around in heaven hasn't brought you any rewards. You were looking forward to the day when you'd be assigned a human to look after. When that day finally arrives, things take an unexpected turn when you are assigned to Heeseung, a demon from the underworld.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: heeseung x female reader

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➳ part of the drunk & dazed series

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Sin is a spiritual virus that invades the whole being. It makes you morally and spiritually weak. It’s a deadly disease that infects every part of you: your body, your mind, your emotions, and your motives—absolutely everything. Nobody has the strength on their own to overcome its power.

Nobody should ever commit sin, never giving in to their worldly and sinful impulses. It's unjust and wrong. However, what is it about sin that makes it so fascinating and enjoyable?

It gave you joy to see it in his smile or the way his hands caressed your body. What a lovely thing sin is!

Even though some sins are innocent and enjoyable, sometimes regulations are supposed to be broken. Everyone, after all, is a sinner.

“WHAT!?,?” You began to sweat as you worriedly communicated your concerns to your overseer, “You must be mistaken, High Lord.”

“I understand the protocol; angels are supposed to serve as "guardian angels" to beautiful or broken souls on Earth. You know we're expected to look after them and keep an eye on them to make sure they stay on track. With all due respect, ma'am, I don't believe I'm qualified for this position; at the very least, someone of level 10 would be ideal.”

Her cream-colored wings swept her off her feet as she chuckled and waved for you to follow her. You sighed as you flutter up and away with her, trailing behind her, feeling a twitch in yours.

As you eventually caught up to her, dodging angels left and right, you apologized to random angels in your path, uncomfortably smiled at the people you bumped into with your wings.

You retracted your wings closer to you and walked uneasily beside your overseer as you carefully stepped down on the golden road.

Before you could say anything, she quietly took your hand in hers and gently kissed it, assuring you that everything would be alright. As you approached the center of the commotion, you bit your lower lip and remained silent.

Looking around at the community, it warmed your heart to see so many people, young and old, out here. Some you've known since the beginning of time, while others were born only last week. Everyone had gathered to witness the masterpiece that would emerge in an instant.

“You know Y/N I have complete faith in you that this first expedition will be a breeze,” you smiled, looking up at her with excitement and a tinge of fear in your eyes. “We wouldn't have suggested you for the job unless we knew who you really are, and you've earned it.” Don't worry, you were expecting this; now have a look.”

With her finger pointing to the stage forward, you were treated to yet another spectacular show. They're known as the "Grand Turning" in Heaven. This is where a new or seasoned angel has completed his or her training with a human or demon and earned their proper place in the community.

It could be a badge, a ribbon, or something more unique, such as the opportunity to talk with the all-powerful, our God.

Despite the fact that you were assigned to him, you were determined to get those jobs because they were the only way for you to ever get that honor. You weren't going to allow Mr. Unperfect take away that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Nobody could and will ever be able to make you fail this assignment; you were meticulously prepped. You were taught the correct and only way to do things, and now was your opportunity to shine. You were not going to be a Lucifer, cast from Heaven

“I'll do it,” you said to your supervisor, a smile on your face and confidence in your eyes. She turned to face you and hugged you passionately, rubbing your wings with a motherly devotion.

“I knew you could do it; now it's time to get you ready.”

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When people have a near-death experience, they always remark that life flashes before their eyes. Unfortunately for angels, it's the contrary; when we're approached with a high-alert danger or warning, it's more of a gentle whisper in our ears. Normally more attentive while traveling to Earth.

The best place to be humans say.. What is with these fickle minded words?

You take a deep breath and turn to face your overseer, who is polishing her wings to ensure that they are kept in order. When having wings, a routine is taught from the beginning to keep them in a good up do. Nobody wants to look simple when you can look stunning.

She took your hand in hers and walked toward the end of the route, issuing some documents to the Pearl City Gate guards. You noticed the circular orb while glancing around.

"How can some humans believe in the world being flat, we literally have an air-like view. To me, it's definitely round.” She chuckled as she pinched your cheeks and turned your puzzled face to her.

“When you get down to earth, you'll see a lot of that, people with a lot of opinions. But what did you learn in your training?”

Standing up and smoothing your wings, you calmly shouted out the words as if they were written on the back of your palm.

“Although humans are the destroyers of their own precious planet, everyone's opinion matters, regardless of race, gender, or identity.”

“Well, not all,” you began scratching your head, “I've seen some harsh individuals in our study books, God should strike them down-“

“Um no ma'am, let us put it aside for the time being and focus on what needs to be done.” She started going over a list of laws and regulations for your descent to Earth. As you gave her a thumbs up, you were attentively listening and mentally bookmarking everything in their designated area.

I believe I have a good understanding of everything, and I think I am prepared.” She offered you a short hug before letting you go, showing her affection for you. You were going to miss her, despite the fact that it was a mutually-surface relationship.

“Last but not least, this ordeal will be different in that people will be able to see you. But if you have to use your wings, the lad is the only one who can see you. When you arrive, he will be waiting for you. My child, best of luck and may God bless you.”

You let go of her and moved toward the road's edge, gripping your bag as you turned to face her and waved farewell as you stepped over the brink.

“Wait a minute, what if-“

When you felt a push from behind, you tumbled off the ledge and spun around in the sky, where you saw a smiling face as you glanced up. They didn't tell you that you'd have to be pushed. As you plunged to Earth, you closed your eyes, terrified. Oh, how nice.

Screaming, you descended into the atmosphere, your narrowed eyes seeing glimpses of land here and there. Not letting up you let your wings cover your whole body as you plopped down onto soft green grass.

You peered out from your wings, gasping for air, and glanced up.

“Oh, Heavens”

His physique was slender, active, and well-groomed, with a trace of bad boy behavior in his scent. The first thing that struck your eye were the rips in his jeans. How could a man-made mistake seem to be so appealing? As you raised your eyes, you noticed tattoos splattered across his arms and up to his neck. His black velvet-like wings fluttering in the breeze, he raised his palm to his hair and stroked through the old curls, deconstructing the pattern they had once formed.

“Did you just pull a Lucifer or was this all planned?” he coughed as he put out his hand to you, taking a good look at you.

Stuttering in your words you quickly got up and patted yourself off and finally looked him in the eyes, noticing his dark eyes.

“Well, that wasn't supposed to happen, I hoped to fly down here and appear more Angel-like, but I think my overseer had other ideas.”

He said, "Ah," with a bored expression on his face.

“My name is Heeseung, and if you don't mind, I assume you don't.” I guess my name is well-known in Heaven. You're probably the fifth Angel who has appeared in the last year to “assist me.” What a load of bullshit; you can't hide what's already there, you know.”

He made a pouty look as he smirked closer to you before covering his hand with his mouth and saying, “oh forgive me, I suppose I have a potty mouth.”

Panicking at this new light, you smiled and coughed loudly and suddenly, “Before you say anything else, I'd want to inform you that I'm not like those angels we don't talk about. I have a holy standard that I adhere to.

He rushed to your face, rolling his eyes at your innocence, and murmured to you, "well see about that little Ms. Purity."

As you moved back and shook your head, spurring out prayers, you tugged the strings of your bag close to you, seeming irritated. Looking up, you noticed him hovering in mid-air with his arms crossed, waiting for you.

“Whether you're coming or not, I'm in the mood for a cup of coffee. Allow me to go fetch you one so that this whole ordeal between us may be over soon and we can both return to our respective worlds.”

You instantly snap open your wings and shot up into the sky, scoffing at his rudeness, and dash by him, racing to the left.

“It's this way, dummy,” he cackled as he immediately shot out. Embarrassed and annoyed, you flipped over to his side and flew alongside him, praying to the Lord for peace as your rage subsided.

“Lord, so help me”

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“So, what's on the agenda, Ms. Purity? There are a lot of things I'd want to do with you. You know, if you just ditch this whole act, we might be able to have some fun. He winked at you as he sipped his drink while peering across the table.

You shook your head and chuckled, gagging at his remark, "You must get all the girls, you appear really, what's the word, competent" I'm astonished since I assumed everyone down under was inept.”

He smirked and crossed his legs as he lay startled in his chair, cocking his head to the side. It's not that you were trying to be mean; it's just what you were taught. There are no hard feelings.

“Well, as much as I'd like to keep this delightful little date going, I have a commitment to fulfill. You know, duty calls.” You quickly got up and hurried after him, confused as to where he was going, as he shot up in the air and chuckled, waving farewell to you.

“Wait, Heeseung, you can't just go away like that. We need to figure out how I'm going to find you. You're being impolite by getting up and leaving.” You made yourself look insane since you didn't realize no one could see him. You wouldn't want to be labeled as one of these Earthlings.

You beckoned him down, mentally terrified, “Please can you just come down for a damn second.” Your jaw dropped as you hurriedly covered your mouth. Heeseung's jaw dropped when he appeared in front of you, stunned.

“Gasp, I'm hearing a term I'm sure they don't say in Heaven. Hmm, I suppose the Earth changes people.” He went closer to your ear, his warm arm bouncing on your skin as he giggled, his lips inches away from yours.

“I've already entered my phone number into your phone; you do understand what a phone is, right?” Doesn't matter, I have to get somewhere, and you can locate me later. Okay, I'll see you later.” He swept up in the air and rushed over to the bridge as he vanished into the horizon, rushing out in a haste once more.

You sat back in the coffee chair, wiped your brow, and focused mentally and spiritually, pleading with the Lord for help and forgiveness. You had a feeling this mission was going to be a disaster.

Whining, you threw your hands in the air and sat face down on the table, groaning as you realized this trek. It's no surprise that these honors are well-deserved; it takes a lot of effort.

You cautiously lifted your head and faced the barista after hearing a soft tap on your table. She smiled at you as she set down a piece of paper. You scowled as you inspected the weird set of paper.

“What a jerk, he didn't just leave me to pay for both drinks.” With a shake of your head, you reached inside your bag and drew out a wallet. Your overseer informed you that many people like flaunting and spending their money, so she provided some for you just in case.

As you cleaned up, you began to mentally map out your route through town, mentally picturing the locations and navigating your way home. As you walked over to the cashier, you handed her some money and thanked her before heading out the door.

At the very least, you landed in a fantastic location. It was in the heart of South Korea, and the city was called Seoul, a wonderful metropolis to be sure. You were taught to master specific languages for specific tasks, so communicating wasn't a problem. Despite the fact that you were new in a strange place, you were determined to make the most of it. The first step was to return home and examine the situation.

How to manage Lee Heeseung.

Arriving at your small abode was an adventure in itself; it didn't take long for you to connect your GPS and get going. It was actually fairly pleasant and provided a change of scenery to enjoy. It's not quite Heaven, but it's still lovely. When you finally arrive at your destination, you look up to see a little, charming apartment in front of you.

They really went all out for you, and it's very much in your style. You'd felt right at home as soon as you stepped inside, as it was more modern and sophisticated.

To be honest, you had no idea what you were doing, but it felt good to have your own little place to do anything you wanted. You could get used to this, no wonder why humans never leave their house. Who would want to leave when you have everything here. Food, entertainment, and a BALCONY!!

As you finished exploring the apartment and basked in its magnificence, you laughed to yourself as you made your way to the couch, sinking into its coziness as sleep took over your mind and body.

*Crunch, thud, bang*

As you lurched forward, you flew up your wings in defense mode, trying to understand what you'd heard.

“Who's there? I have a weapon, and I'm not afraid to use it.”

When you hear a familiar giggle, you look up and see the attractive intruder. Walking over to you and snatching the pillow from your grasp he took your hand and pulled you over to the island where he had prepared some food.

As you took it all in, you smelt familiar scents and smiled, completely forgetting about it until you were reminded again.

“Wait, what are you doing in my apartment, and how did you get in?”

He began to remove some pots and pans from the stove while he placed some food on a platter, saying, "I have my methods."

“I'm not sure what you eat up there in Heaven, but I'm guessing it's all healthy and nutritious food.” You laughed and shook your hand in disbelief while shaking your head.

“I don’t think out of all places we would be eating so strictly. It's basically whatever you can get your hands on.. It's guaranteed to be better food than what you'll find in Hell.”

Pulling the dish away from him, you began to pick at the fries, popping one into your mouth and savoring the flavor, “not bad.”

He bowed in front of you, wiped the sweets from his brow, and returned to sit next to you, grabbing a dish and feeding himself some. As the night progressed, you told him the rundown for the next three months.

“So, despite the fact that you're definitely one of the worst jerks I've ever encountered. For this to function, we'll need to create certain ground rules.” Aiming a finger between you and him. “I'm not sure whether you've ever had to do anything for anyone else in your life, but it's all about serving people around here, and that's why I accepted this assignment. Even if you don't want to help yourself, I want to help you.”

As Heeseung shuffled around in his chair, avoiding eye contact with you, the atmosphere became tense.

“Harsh, but keep going.”

Smiling you continued as you tried to wrap your head around this complex creature.

“I understand that we are supposed to protect and guide you to do good, but it appears that we have progressed far beyond that, and we need to start at the source of your problem, which is most likely your heart or mind. What's going on in both?

As his words danced across your lips, he smirked and drew you closer to him.

“Now there's a secret.”

Smirking as your face felt warm, you cocked your head to the side and touched his shoulder before getting up and setting your dish in the sink, cleaning up as piercing eyes stabbed your back.

“I understand what you're thinking, and I've got it all under control.”

He approached you and said, "If you say so," as he put his head against your ear.

2 months later

Everything was certainly out of hand, and he was to blame. Your strategy not only failed, but it was only a matter of time until your overseer found out. And you didn’t want to end up like the last guy tossed from Heaven.

It wasn't all that bad, but who were you kidding, it was a disaster. It wasn't a major shift; rather, it was a series of modest changes. Things like accidentally cursing or hanging out with him at ungodly hours. You convinced yourself that everything was OK.

He drew you into your room and sat you down while hovering over you, gently caressing your body and kissing you.

You smiled and drew him closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist and bringing him down on you, closing the distance between you.

Heeseung has been on a mission to damage your "innocent demeanor" for the past two weeks. He intended to show you that it was all a charade and that no one is actually perfect. Despite not knowing what he was going to do, you were up for the challenge. That core part of you didn't take long to succumb to his immoral impulses.

What was the problem as long as you were both happy?

“Heeseung,” you say as he draws you closer to him and unclasps your bra with his free hand. As you slowly rise to assist him, you toss the material to the ground and reach for his sweatpants.

“Someone a little needy, but we are not doing that today. Today is all about pampering my lovely angel. Is it all right?”

Nodding your head, you keep an eye on him as he goes between your legs, halting at the bottom as he eyes your breast and grasps softly as your body adjusts.

“Hurry up,” you grumble as you stare at his sinister grin. As you moan, he places gentle lips along your folds, leaning down to your core. As you twitch under his touch, his finger makes a fast dive between your folds, inciting dampness.

As you whine from the pressure, your eyes flutter shut as he switches his finger out with his tongue, softly licking up your surface.

“mm, close,” you exclaim, your lips wide open as he notices your clit, tongue flicking lustfully against it. As he presses harder on your sensitive region, he laughs as you break apart under his power.

“Oh God, right there.”

“Please don't involve Him in this.” He hits a place as your high comes crashing down on you, chuckling at your reaction. Heeseung is holding you down and watching you quiver wildly as you release juice, which causes him to swallow it before wiping his mouth. As you fall onto his body, overwhelmed and still sensitive to the sensation, he pulls you up.

He lays your exhausted body next to his and wipes any excess arousal from his mouth before kissing your lips.

You both lay in a comfortable stillness for the remainder of the night, your breathing slowly returning to normal as you sign into his arms.

“Perhaps you're right; we're all just horny, messed-up creatures; I mean, even though what we're doing is completely wrong, it was fun to break the rules. My entire life has been focused on doing the right thing and being this upstanding angel. It's fun to deviate from the norm.” As Heeseung witnessed you erupt in rage, you became agitated.

“You’re cute when you’re mad, also I told you.” You both chuckled as you pushed him to the side before coming to a halt in the middle of your conversation, looking concerned at him.

“However, I leave tomorrow and I don't think I'll be ready to see you off, and this was not in my plan.”

“Shhh, I figured it out; just stick to my plan and we'll both come out on top.”

You sat closer to him, nodding your head and clasping your hand in his as you allowed sleep to take over your body.

As you may know, angels and humans have quite distinct punishments; some humans are never punished for their wrongdoings, whereas angels' actions are usually discovered one way or another.

And you were terrified that they would find out. The person who fell from the edge was not the same person who was returning back and everyone was going to know it. Just not right now, you had to maintain your composure as you approached your overseer.

As you were greeted with the overseer and some guards, you held Heeseung by his chains and whispered something into his ear.

“I see you were having a good time?” You shook your head and looked down, worried. You looked up at her with sad eyes.

“Yes, High Lord, I am aware of my error and what needs to be done in order to be purified once more. I accept complete responsibility for this assignment, but I crack him first, and we have all the secrets we need.”

As he observed you return to the opposite side with the overseer, Heeseung's gaze shifted up in fright. Fearing for his life, he flailed his wings in an attempt to flee.

“What the hell, Y/N, I thought we were on the same team.” How could you betray me in such a way?” You walked over to his trembling body and pushed him down so you were above him, laughing loudly. You patted his shoulder as you cackled.

“And they said angels could be trustworthy. I know what I'm worth, and it has nothing to do with you. Heseeung, please accept my apologies. Get him out of here.” The guards grabbed his chains and dragged him to a chamber across the room from you.

As she began to compliment you on your efforts, the supervisor wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“I'm proud of you, Y/N, even though you used some terrible techniques. I knew you'd be able to pull it off.”

You grinned joyously and thanked her for her faith in you as you looked up at her face. You cast another peek at Heeseung as she stepped forward, and he winked at you. Smirking before he disappeared into the room you chuckled at his behavior.

Everything was going swimmingly, and no one had a clue. I suppose taking over Heaven would be a simple task; if you can blow up the inside, everything will fall apart on its own.

"How could you hide this from all of us?" "Oh God, you underestimated me."

The Beauty of Sin.

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Ethan Winters (Resident Evil Biohazard) x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Spoilers for Resident Evil 8:Village, Swearing, Mentions of injury

Genre: Angsty Fluff, Comfort

Summary: Following the final battle in the Dimitrescu Castle, Ethan is surprised to stumble upon a person who witnessed the whole debacle, offering him a safe place to patch up his wounds and rest for a little while.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! So sorry you’ve had to wait so long but here it finally is! Hope you come across it and enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

“That was...something else.“ Ethan Winters mutters to himself as he limps his way out of the Dimitrescu Castle which is now vacant in terms of residence - his doing. He killed Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters, all arguably in self defense and with little guilt to follow. However, plenty of trauma’s definitely attached to him following the horrific events he had to go through and the things he had to see between the walls of those luxurious rooms hiding dark secrets of the vampires who took pleasure in torturing people, and wreaking havoc over the villagers who feared them.

“At least they won’t hurt anyone any longer.“ He tells himself, giving the monster of a structure one final look before he continues back towards the center of the village where he’s gonna rethink what he’s got to do next, gather his bearings, take a breath and keep going. He has no other option but to keep going, he won’t allow himself to quit no matter what danger he faces. In his mind, he’s convinced himself that he’s already seen the worst, it’s easier on him that way, it suppresses the fear he’d feel otherwise. The last thing he wants is to think what’s in store for him ahead, he’d rather focus on what’s up to him to do next.

“And we can’t thank you enough.“

The sudden presence of an unfamiliar voice startles him, causing him to whip out his gun and point it in the direction it came from. However, he quickly finds his deadly tight grip loosening ever so slightly because he realizes he’s pointing the barrel at a very human-looking and seemingly harmless person.

“Who are you? Who’s ‘we’?“ Ethan still refuses to let his guard down though, just cause it may not be a life or death situation, doesn’t mean this person won’t bring him trouble and Lord knows that’s the last thing he needs right now.

On instinct, the person takes a step back, “I speak on the behalf of all the remaining villagers. I mean, it was only a matter of time before we too became victims in the Dimitrescu Castle basement. I was next, actually, but the commotion you created allowed for me to escape. I owe you my life, foreigner.“ The speak hurriedly and in a hushed tone, as if the fear of their torturers overhearing them still lives within them despite the monsters being deceased.

“Glad I could help you.“ He nods curtly, remaining at the distance of seven feet between them, “My name’s Ethan Winters by the way.“

They give him the tiniest of smiles, “Y/N L/N, pleased to meet you.” Their gaze gives him a quick onceover, assessing the damage the horrors of the castle have inflicted on him. Their eyes widen in shock at the many bleeding wounds all over his body but what appears to rattle them most is the severe injury that’s causing his limp as well as the missing finger - a poorly wrapped would that has surprisingly not started getting infected yet. “Look, I know you don’t trust me, but I don’t trust you to take care of yourself either. I live in that windmill over there in the outskirts, come with me, I’ll help you with...well, with all that. You seem rather hopeless at medical care.”

While he could refuse their offer, he wouldn’t be able to deny the fact that they’re right - he knows the basics of first aid, but his injuries are far too gone for simple first aid, especially when taken into account that he doesn’t even have any supplies. How he’s not died from blood loss is a surprise to him as much as it is to them.

“What’s my guarantee you won’t turn on me?“ He finally asks after a decent amount of time contemplating it.

They shrug, “You have none. But, you have the guarantee that if I turn on you, you’ll be the one coming out of that altercation alive.” Their gaze sizes up the guns he’s got on him, emphasizing their point.

Suddenly, Ethan feels sorta ridiculous - after all, guns or no guns, he could probably take on them easily with just his knife. Regardless, no one can blame him for being cautious. “Fine.“ He mutters, “But please don’t turn on me, I’ve already had one hell of a day.“

Y/N nods, motioning for him to follow them, “I promise I won’t.”

* * *

“Wow, what a back-stabber! Some friends you have, Winters.“ Y/N comments as they set down a cup of tea on the small wooden table in front of the freshly patched up Ethan.

Turns out, he made the right move by trusting them - they used to be the village’s main nurse until it all went to hell and they went to hide in the shadows of their windmill where they, as evidenced, still are today. That being said, not only did they have all the necessary equipment to fix him up, but they also had the skills and knowledge needed to use that equipment.

“There are those friends who borrow money from you and never pay you back and there are those who shoot your wife randomly while you two are trying to have dinner. Two types of friends out there really.“ He sighs, his tired, a thousand yard stare following the path of the steam levitating from the cup that’s been placed in front of him. “I have no time to dwell on that right now though. My daughter is in grave danger and I have no idea where I should even start looking for her.“

Y/N sits down on a chair opposite his, “Well, you’ve already defeated one of the village Lords looking for Rose, process of elimination should reveal where she is - wherever she is, it has to be one of the Lords’ residence. Mother Miranda trusted Lady Dimitrescu most so it’s a wonder why she wasn’t there, but then again, Heisenberg’s factory is damn near impenetrable, one cannot enter unless he wants them to so she could have entrusted her precious cargo to him.”

“How do I get to that fucker?“ Ethan tightens his hand into a fist, squeezing so tightly his knuckles turn white. There’s so much within him, so much that’s happened to him, so much in such a short amount of time and he’s had no time to deal with any of it. He’s a volcano waiting to erupt, but he has to do so at the right time - in front of the right danger to show he’s not hopeless or weak as his opponent may think. “Where do I find him?“

“He’s in the outskirts too just on the other side of the village.“ They sigh, regretting every word they are saying since they know they are just feeding him information on how to get himself in the worst kind of danger he’s probably ever been in. “That key you have, it’s not complete to access his quarters yet. By the looks of it...“ they observe the key Ethan has placed on the table, “You can only get to Lord Donna Beneviento’s estate, and I wouldn’t suggest heading there before you heal at least a bit more. Her and her dolls are a real nightmare. Of course, I haven’t experienced it for myself, but the stories are enough to get an idea.“

“So you’re telling me I have to waste my time with the little fish before I can finally get to Rose? You know how long that’ll take? You know how long she’ll have to be at the mercy of a fucking lunatic until I can finally save her?!“ Ethan snaps, banging his fist against the table, bad idea considering his hand’s been just patched up. The impact sends a jolt of pain up his arm that makes him hiss.

“I get it, I understand, Ethan. But you are a lot less likely to get to your daughter if you’re dead, you know.“ Y/N cautiously explains, their eyes narrowing a bit as they wait for the pearl white bandages to soak crimson, sighing in relief when they don’t. “Speaking of how likely you may or may not be to get to her on time, I’d also have to mention your odds would be significantly higher if you were to receive help from someone else. You’d need someone to have your back throughout all the shit you’re about to go through, especially Heisenberg’s factory where two eyes are not enough to track each and every threat that might pounce at you.“

Calmer now, Ethan gives them a puzzled look, “What are you suggesting?“

“I’m suggesting - well, I’m offering you my partnership.“ They explain, watching his expression change to one of knowing and understanding. “Of course, you’d have to give up one of those guns and hand it down to me, but I think that’s a small price to pay in exchange for an extra pair of eyes and limbs to guard and help you.“

Ethan’s first instinct is to decline. He can’t afford to see another person dying around him or because of him, he wouldn’t be able to stand it. But then again, just like he had no guarantee they wouldn’t turn on him, he has none that they’ll die. Of course, he’ll do everything in his power to keep them and himself alive and they don’t seem like they are in it to half-ass it either. Quite the contrary, they seem perfectly determined and ready to face the same shit he’s about to.

“What do you get in return?“ He asks, his gaze suspiciously measuring each line on their face to gauge their true intentions. He’s a complete stranger to them, they’d have no reason to be this selfless for him, it’s obvious they are aiming at something bigger.

Y/N scoffs, leaning back in their chair with a small bitter smile on their face, their gaze resting on the tabletop and avoiding his, “You really wanna know? I want my revenge - revenge for what they did to this village, to me, to so many people I cared about and to those I didn’t even know. But...” they trail off, pausing to sigh out a heavy sigh before continuing, “But I also wanna redeem myself. I knew I should’ve done all in my power to stop them when their havoc was still on the rise, I knew I should’ve done more, but I didn’t. And now I’ll die trying.”

“You won’t die.“ He says sharply, barely a second after the last word left their lips, “I won’t allow it.“ He adds, taking a bit of the edge off his voice.

Their eyes come up to meet his, searching for what he means, “Does that mean...“

“It sure does, partner.“ Within the blink of an eye, his pistol is on the table, fully loaded and free for their taking, “You just give a green light and we’re off.“

Y/N lets out a sound between a laugh and a gasp as their hands quickly wrap around the gun, looking at it in disbelief before whispering a quick ‘thank you’. Ethan allows them to marvel at it for a bit longer but they don’t wait another second. “Get your ass up, Winters. We have monsters to kill.”

He needn’t be told twice

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